#mxf fluff

[c1oudyxm4rs]

Fxck pretty, your gorgeous

COLLAGE UA

➳ tags ;; #bakugoukatsuki #BakugouxBlackreader #Bakugouxfemale #fluff #angest #Blackwriter #myheroacademia #mha #MxF #mha x black reader #bnha bakugou #anime oneshot #bakugouoneshot #bakugo fluff  #mha fluff

➳ wc ;; 893

➳ plot ;;  You and Bakugou have been best friends since you were both in kindergarten. You guys talked about everything and he was always one of your biggest supporters when it came to your music career because he knew it meant a lot to you. And you were his when it came to his football games, you always tried to make time when you could because you knew it made him more happy than he would ever let on. 

You both cared about each other but it would always be in a brother-and-sister manner up until recently. You had recently broken up with your ex, and you both were still on good terms and talked all the time. It wasn't until you guys were on Facetime that he changed your mind about something.

➳ a/n ;; This is my first time so any tips and any good advocate would be helpful, thanks

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“Girl you like him, just admit it. The way you all spend time together, the way you talk about him?? You like that boy” Da’von said, stuffing his face with food he had just bought.

“Da'Von no I don’t, me and Katsuki are just close that's it, it's not like I like him or anything. Plus he has a girlfriend.” You said taking off your makeup in the mirror.

“You and me know damn well, she is cheating on him. Plus I could quiz you and you would know every damn answer” He said side eying the camera. 

“No, I wouldn’t and don't say that about Crystal. I'm pretty sure she really likes him, and this is the happiest I have ever seen him.” You said wiping your face, then put your makeup wipes in the trash then put your tablet on your bed since the Facetime call was on there.

“The happiest I ever see him is with you, girl. With that crystal girl, he is only half happy trust me, now this quiz. How old is he?” 

“25”

“Favorite color?”

“Black is all he ever wears”

“Hip-Hop, R&B, Rap or Pop?”

“He listens to everything but mainly R&B”

“What is one thing he does that is related to you?”

“Skip his classes to come to mine if I'm in the building that day”

“And he doesn't like you? Girl you trippin.” Da’von said laughing 

“Even if, he has a girlfriend, Da'von, it wouldn't make any sense. You know he doesn't cheat.” You said lying down on your bed and opening your phone.

“It's not cheating if you like a person from a distance…” He said looking away from the camera

“Da’von”

“Sorry”

The rest of the call went on as normal, talking about people you didn't like, catching up with drama and then hanging up to go to bed. Did you really like him? At this point you didn't know, Da’von had really had really made you think but you put it off till the morning. 

When you wake up, clean yourself up, and get dressed by putting on some sweatpants, a black crop top, and a black jean jacket. You did some light makeup, did your edges, your braids into a ponytail then grabbed your stuff and left out your dorm. Your classes were pretty normal and boring since you had a morning schedule. After you finished up you went to your dorm for lunch to find Kat in your kitchen making noodles and had the TV on watching YouTube like he was your dorm mate. (P.S. He wasn't)

“What the hell are you doing in my dorm?” You ask about taking off your shoes and the door and shutting it behind you.

“Do you not see me making food, use your eyes before you ask stupid ass questions, mkay?” He replied with his normal sassy remark.

“Asshole”

“Whatever, you coming to my game tonight? Coach Evans said it might be the last of the season. I want you to go so you should…” He mumbled.

“Shit, the game is tonight? I can’t have an interview with Global. I can’t pass this up like my first official interview, my manager said it was hella important.”

“So is this game, you can't just slip in for at least 30 minutes to see me play?  Please. I never ask you for nothin’ and now all I'm asking for is this one little thing?.” He pleaded

“Katsuki you know better than anyone that this is a one-time opportunity, I don’t know when I'm gonna get an offer like this again. You know better than anyone that I wouldn’t miss this game on purpose come on, please. Just a reason to listen.” You begged trying to reason with him. You know you sounded shitty but it was such a big opportunity. He sighed and then clenched his fist.

“Kat please, I promise I will make it up to you. I swear.” You said taking his hand, but snatched his hand back and cursed to himself.

“Whatever, I don't care anymore. Do what you want” 

“And the food is for you…” He said grabbing his bag and leaving before you could even stop him. You felt like shit but this meant a lot to you, and if you had to hurt his feelings then so be it but you weren’t gonna let the chance slide.

You tried texting him on your way to your interview but he never answered and just left you on red, at this point you didn't know what the hell you were gonna do, he couldn't ignore you forever you knew you hurt him but you never thought it was that bad. You decided to leave it alone it seemed like the more you tried to justify your actions you sounded more like a damn jackass. You sighed to yourself and continued driving.

When you got there you were greeted kindly, the director told you and your manager Kimmy what was gonna take place during the interview, you were gonna answer the 30 most answered questions and then sing one song that was gonna come out on your next album. You were pretty nervous before everything started but once it did you felt pretty good about everything…but little did you know how bad everything was gonna go downhill.

To be continued....

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➳ a/n ; I hope you guys liked this, please be nice this is my first time writing something like this and English is not my first language. If you guys enjoyed this let me know if you want a part 2!

[jjkfanfic]

First one so please be kind! I also like doing little sketches of the story so here you all go! My wattpad has all my stories on JJK so give it a look!

I had always been drawn to the light, and in my world—which was often shadowed by curses and sorrows—Megumi Fushiguro was like an unexpected ray of sunshine to me. I was head over heels in love with him, but I was never going to tell him. He was serious, focused, and had a grumpy exterior that was hard to crack. Yet, I constantly found myself wanting to break through his chill facade.

Today, the sun hung brightly in the sky, the kind of day that felt perfect for picnics and laughter. I bounded into the courtyard where Megumi was training, his brow furrowed in concentration as he practiced his techniques. My heart fluttered at the sight of him and the way he moved with purpose. Beneath that serious demeanor, I knew there was a softer side waiting to be discovered.

“Hey, Fushiguro!” I called, my voice light and cheerful. “Want to take a break and grab some ice cream? I found this amazing new place downtown!”

He paused, glancing at me with an expression that was half annoyance, half disbelief. “Isn’t it a little too early for ice cream?” he snapped, his tone grumpy.

I pouted for a moment but then bounced on my heels, undeterred. “It’s never too early for ice cream! Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Megumi sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically, but I could see the hints of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re way too energetic for your own good,” he muttered, turning back to his training.

“Just because you like being grumpy doesn’t mean I have to!” I teased, skipping in place. “Life’s too short to be all serious! Plus, ice cream makes everything better!”

“Not everything,” he grumbled, but I caught the glimmer in his eyes.

I didn’t let his dismissal faze me. Instead, I leaned against the wall, twirling my hair and putting on my most exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. “Pleeeease!” I begged, making my voice as sweet as possible. “Just this once?”

He stared at me, his expression locked somewhere between irritation and amusement. Every time I thought I had pushed him too far, he would surprise me. I had gotten used to the little moments when he would soften, even if just for a second.

“Fine,” he finally relented, exhaling as if he had just given up the greatest battle of his life. “But only because I need a break.”

“Yay!” I squealed, throwing my arms around him in a tight hug. I felt his body stiffen for a moment, unsure of how to react. I pulled away, grinning widely as I grabbed his hand, leading him out of the courtyard quickly.

As we made our way through the streets, I couldn’t help but chatter about everything from my favorite flavors to the joy of summer days. I glanced over at Megumi, who still wore his usual stoic expression, but I saw tiny cracks in his grumpy demeanor. Every now and then, he would smirk at something silly I said, and my heart soared.

“Why do you always have to be so chipper?” he finally asked, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s exhausting.”

“Exhausting is my middle name!” I quipped, and he narrowed his eyes at me. “But really, isn’t it better to focus on the good stuff? Like ice cream?”

He shook his head, trying to hide the smile that was definitely threatening to appear. I leaned closer, nudging him playfully. “You just need to open yourself up to a little more happiness, Fushiguro! Life’s too short to be serious all the time.”

“Maybe,” he replied thoughtfully, glancing at me sideways. “But I’m fine the way I am.”

That only made me want to see him smile even more. “Okay, I get it! But just think about it. You spend so much time fighting curses; don’t you want to enjoy the good things too?”

He was quiet, and I took that as a victory. When we finally reached the ice cream shop, my eyes widened at the colorful display. I could barely contain my excitement as I scanned the menu, bouncing from foot to foot.

“What are you going to get?” I asked, spinning around to face him.

“Chocolate,” he replied curtly, clearly lacking the enthusiasm I had.

“Just chocolate?” I laughed. “You’re missing out! How about something fruity? Or maybe a sundae with sprinkles? You really need to try new things, Fushiguro!”

He watched me with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. “You really don’t stop, do you?”

“You know me! One hundred percent bubbly!” I teased back, leaning forward

But then something shifted in the atmosphere. His eyes softened as he looked at me, the playful banter fading into a moment of genuine connection. I hadn’t realized until that moment just how much I wanted to see him let his guard down.

“Maybe you’re right,” he finally said, a shy smile creeping onto his lips. “Just this once, I’ll try something different.”

I beamed, my heart fluttering at the sight of him smiling even slightly. “Yes! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

As we stepped up to the counter, I excitedly rattled off flavors and toppings, urging him to step out of his comfort zone. Eventually, he settled on strawberry with rainbow sprinkles—a choice that surprised me, but I was thrilled nonetheless.

After ordering, we took our treats outside, finding a spot on a bench under a big tree that offered shade from the afternoon sun. I took a big scoop of my mint chocolate chip ice cream, my eyes closing in bliss as I savored the flavor.

“So, what do you think?” I asked, watching him take a tentative bite of his strawberry. His eyes flickered with surprise.

“It’s… not terrible,” he admitted, trying to maintain his usual gruffness.

“See! It’s great!” I exclaimed, “I knew you’d like it!”

His lips quirked up, and for a moment, he looked almost happy. But then he fixed me with his serious gaze, as if he were putting up his defenses again. “I don’t get why you’re so cheerful all the time.”

I shrugged, licking my ice cream. “Because I choose to be! There’s so much negativity in the world; sometimes it feels good to focus on the little joys instead. And you know what? Being around you makes me happy—grumpy or not.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You really are exhausting.”

“But in a good way, right?” I nudged him with my shoulder, my heart racing at the closeness.

“Maybe.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “You’re different from everyone else.”

“That’s a compliment, right?” I teased, but my heart fluttered as I caught the intensity in his eyes.

“Yeah, it is.” His voice softened, and for a moment, the playful atmosphere between us shifted into something deeper. A silence fell, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged, filled with words left unsaid and lingering glances. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, anticipation tingling in the air between us.

As he turned to look at me, the seriousness in his gaze made butterflies erupt in my stomach. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met,” he said, his voice low and steady. “It’s… refreshing.”

I felt a warmth spread through me at his admission, but I couldn’t quite find the words to respond. Instead, I took another bite of ice cream, trying to mask my nervousness with a smile. “Well, I’m glad you think so! It’s always good to have someone like you around too, keeping things interesting.”

Megumi’s lips twitched into a half-smile, a rare sight that made my heart flutter even more. “Interesting, huh? Maybe I should stop being so grumpy then.”

“Definitely! But I’ll still love you for who you are,” I declared, my voice a mix of playfulness and honesty.

Suddenly, without any warning, Megumi leaned in closer, his expression shifting from playful to serious. Our eyes locked, and I felt a rush of warmth spread across my cheeks. The world around us faded, the sound of laughter and chatter from passersby blurring into the background.

“You’re really something, you know that?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Uh… what do you mean?” My heart raced as I tried to keep my composure, completely caught off guard.

But before I could say anything more, his hand reached out, gently cupping my cheek. My breath hitched as he leaned in, closing the distance between us. The kiss was tender yet filled with an intensity that took my breath away.

Time seemed to pause as I melted into the moment, my heart soaring. His lips were soft against mine, and the warmth from his body enveloped me, making me forget everything else.

When he finally pulled back, a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes, as if he hadn’t quite expected to do that. I blinked, still processing what had just happened, my cheeks burning.

“Did that just happen?” I asked, my voice slightly breathless.

“Yeah…” he replied, a bashful smile stretching across his face that made my heart flutter even more.

His expression shifted, looking more at ease. “You really are a pain, you know?” he said, but there was no bite to his words; only warmth and affection.

“Only because I care!” I shot back, grinning brightly, feeling like the sun had finally broken through the clouds.

As we finished our ice cream in comfortable silence, I looked over at him, my heart swelling with happiness. I had chipped away at his gruff exterior, and now I saw more of the Megumi Fushiguro I knew was hiding beneath the surface—a boy capable of both strength and softness.

“Thanks for today,” he said after a pause, glancing at me with unexpected sincerity. “I didn’t think I would have this much fun.”

“Anytime!” I replied, my heart fluttering at his words. “Just remember, life’s too short to be grumpy all the time. You can always count on me to bring some sunshine!”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll keep you around then,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a small smile.

A comfortable silence settled between us, but it was filled with an energy that felt different, electric. As I looked into his eyes, I could see the depth of his feelings—something that made my heart race. His gaze held mine, and I felt drawn in, as if we were the only two people in the world.

Before I could think, I leaned in closer, searching his eyes for any hesitation. Instead, I found resolve. In one fluid motion, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in as he kissed me again, but this time, it was deeper, more passionate. The world around us melted away, and all that existed was the warmth of his lips against mine.

I responded eagerly, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck as I leaned into him, deepening the kiss, It was intoxicating, and I could feel my heart racing even faster.

As we kissed, the warmth enveloped us, and I felt an overwhelming rush of emotions. He held me tighter, as if afraid to let go, and I reveled in the sensation of being so close to him. The kiss was more than just a physical expression; it was a promise of understanding, acceptance, and affection.

Eventually, we pulled back slightly, breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. I could see the faint blush on his cheeks, a stark contrast to his usual grumpy demeanor. His eyes sparkled, reflecting something vulnerable that made my heart flutter even more.

“Wow,” I breathed, still dazed by the kiss.

“Yeah,” he murmured softly, his voice low.

I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with the realization that this grumpy boy had let down his walls just a little more. “I guess you’re learning that life can be surprising,” I teased lightly, nudging him with my shoulder.

He chuckled softly, and I felt a sense of warmth at the sound—a sound I had come to cherish. “You really are something else, you know?”

“I could say the same about you,” I replied, feeling a giddy thrill run through me. “So, what do you think? Does this mean you’ll let me bring more sunshine into your life?”

He met my gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. “Maybe, just maybe.”

With newfound hope blooming in my chest, I took his hand, intertwining our fingers as we started walking back. We shared lingering smiles, and I knew this was only the beginning of something beautiful between us. The shadows in our world had begun to fade, replaced by the light that Megumi brought into my life, and the light I broght into his.

As we strolled side by side, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment marked a change for us both—two souls finding balance in each other’s warmth. And for the first time, I believed that Megumi Fushiguro might just embrace the sunshine I had always seen in him.

[writers-requiem]

Hey y'all. So even though the last one isn't as popular as say my Rocket Raccoon fanfic, I'm doing another one for the Wolfman anyway, because I want to. And you can't stop me. So without further ado, enjoy another romantic fanfic about Lawrence Talbot himself.

A Moonlit Dance With The Beast (Lawrence Talbot, AKA the Wolfman x Reader)

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Fanfic

Pairing: Lawrence Talbot (Wolfman 2010) x GN! Reader

Fandom: The Wolfman 2010

Warning(s): Mentions murder, French Kissing with tongue and allusion of sex

Word Count: 620

You were sitting atop a hill with a lovely view of London and the night sky. You saw the full moon and thought nothing of it. Even if the Wolfman came for you, you knew that you were always safe. Not because of some savior, but because he liked you. Even if he couldn't outright tell you.

The rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs followed by wolfish growling alerted you to his presence. You turned around slowly and greeted him with open arms. His clothes were tattered and torn up, but no blood. Looks like he listened and kept that promise. You had made the beast swear he wouldn't kill people anymore and it looks like he complied with your request. Every time Lawrence transformed his first instinct after the transformation was to make sure you were okay. And if he saw someone as a threat to your safety, he killed them. He still doesn't have complete control over his wolfish counterpart, but he can prevent himself from killing people so he's making progress.

He walks closer to you and once he's close enough to where he needs to look down to look you in the eye, he stops. You cup his cheek in your hand, feeling the fur that covers it and admiring how soft and fluffy it was. He leaned in and you followed suit, sharing a kiss. A soft, sweet, tender kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he supports you. He then places his palm on the back of your hand and holds it, guiding it away. He holds it out and slowly begins to turn as you faintly hear grass and leaves rustling below you. You both kept on kissing each other while he awkwardly attempted to slow dance with you and his canine feet. You try to guide his feet with yours, teaching the wolf how to dance. He slowly got adjusted to the rhythm of your footsteps with his own and gently guided his other hand to hold you by the waist.

The both of you kept slow dancing, the moonlit hill being your stage and your audience the stars above. Neither of you caring if someone disapproves of your love. If you could help Lawrence gain control of his lycanthropy, then you would help him no matter what. The two of you continued to slowly dance and kiss, sharing your mutual affection for each other as he sniffs you and you yourself take in his scent. It's dewy and reminiscent of the forest with a very human scent to it too, probably from the city nearby.

If he could, he would absolutely say "I love you." Regardless, he traced from your hand to your shoulder with kisses. Once he kissed your shoulder he looks at you as you both smile at each other, and then you really start to kiss. I mean, full on French Kissing.

He pins you to the floor and goes to work, pressing his lips to yours and making your tongue wrestle with his. If he could he would've ripped your clothes off and bred you then and there, but he held himself back. He just kissed you and allowed his hands to venture all over you without restraint. After a little while however, he broke the contact between your lips to let out a howl to the moon herself. A howl that was clearly intended to say "I'm the luckiest wolfman alive!" Once he finished his howling he went right back to kissing you, and putting your tongue to work. Afterwards you both fell right asleep on the hilltop, where only you could know just how happy you were, with your big bad wolf.

Thanks for reading this! This was probably shorter but definitely a lot steamier than the last one. Hope you enjoyed it!

[fawnwritesthings]

Dreams and Fables - 1x1 Discord Partner

Hi all! My name is Fawn (She/Her, 27, Canadian), and I want to expand my horizons in search of a new writing buddy! I am ONLY looking to write 1x1 on a private Discord server.

I am seeking a partner to write 1x1 with. I am not looking to join any sites or servers at this time. The main genre I tend to focus on is Supernatural/Supernatural creatures. Just so you know, I do not write in any fandoms, considering my characters are only OCs.

I am a muse bomb ready to explode... ;) I am looking for someone active, ready to send me gifs, playlists, Pinterest boards, muse in general, and of course, write something awesome! I am looking for someone who can post minimally two to three times a week. It does not have to be super quick or super long responses, but I don’t want to wait for more than a week or so (of course under certain circumstances, I understand!)

What I’m looking for in a partner?

• 25+ is a requirement. Preferably She/Her or They/Them due to unfortunate past experiences.

• I would prefer if a partner was in a similar timezone as myself, just to make plotting/musing/writing easier for both of us. I am currently in CST (GMT-6). A difference of one to three hours is ideal.

• Must have an advanced writing style. (3-5 paragraphs - Novella length replies preferred, but not necessary depending on circumstances/plots/etc). I also enjoy Rapid Fire, and shorter replies, as long as the literacy/grammar skills are still present. 

• Active (Replies at least 2-3+ times a week.)

• Someone who is enthusiastic about plotting and characters and coming up with unique ideas!

• Someone who plays a wide variety of characters/personalities. I ONLY play males, and if we are writing romance/smut, I would prefer if your character was female as all of my characters are heterosexual.

• Please keep in mind I do not have any triggers or sensitive subjects. That being said, I will fully respect yours, so please let me know if you have anything that is a no-go.

• Please note that I do not write with anime/cartoon/drawn characters. Characters must have a faceclaim belonging to a real person/celebrity.

• I will ask for a writing sample (can be from a site, another 1x1 setting, etc. As long as it is current), just to make sure that our writing styles will work well together. Thank you for your understanding in advance. :)

• Please note I have a few writing guidelines that I will need to go over with you before we start writing!

Plots I’m interested in?

• I love my ships - I only do M/F, where I write M. I do not write F under any circumstance. I love my fluff/smut and will defend our ships fiercely!

• I REALLY want plots involving angst/fluff/dark subjects! I'm a sucker for trauma, character development, dark histories, crazy scenarios, adventures, etc. As previously stated, mostly anything goes as long as it is in one of the genres listed above.

• Friendship plots - I love a good friendship plot, childhood friends, etc. Whether it be simply platonic or grows into something more.

• I’m a big fan of angst that will cause my characters some discomfort, annoyance, and character growth. Whether it traumatizes them for life or not is up for debate...

• I’m generally a big fan of romance and smut (of course some angst and fluff thrown in there). If this isn't something you're comfortable with, please do not reach out.

What are my hard no’s?

• Darker than dark – If we are writing smut, I will not write rape/pedophilia/extreme abuse under any circumstance.

• God-Modding/power playing - Some situations call for a little bit of push or shove from either side, but please do not try to control my character's actions or words without my permission or talking to me first. 

• Not so serious - Please keep in mind that writing is a hobby for me, not a fight to the death. All of my boys hold a very special place in my heart which I will protect and defend, but please keep OOC and IC separate and I will do the same.

Anything else?

• I am extremely picky and protective when it comes to my face claims.

• I LOVE musing, and I will send gifs and writing prompts I think fit our characters. I get really excited about plots.

• I work Monday to Friday, 8:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. CST. Therefore, I am mostly available later in the evenings and on weekends.

• Things I like that I will talk to you about any time: Downton Abbey, Game of Thrones, Skyrim, Our characters or ships, Musing, Musical Theatre, Theatre, Shakespeare, and Knitting.

If you are interested, have any questions, or would like to discuss things further, please do not hesitate to contact me on Discord at fawnwritesthings (formally Fawn#2062), or feel free to shoot me a message here or react to this post. :) <3

Love and light,

- Fawn

✨Please read all information carefully before reaching out. Thank you!✨

[rednotebooksworld]

Quiet Places

male dhampir (frank luther)/fem!human!reader

SFW onshot

Contains: first meeting

Summary: You go to a library for some peace and quiet with good book until you start bumping into a odd stranger who you have much in common with.

A/n: Frank was sort of a throwaway character I had. I don’t remember what he was before but he’s a dhampir now so who cares 😩🫶🏼

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Dark clouds gloomed over your small little town but you didn’t let that get you down as you walked to your local library with a closed umbrella in one hand and a book that you were going to return in the other. You dapple in adventure and sci-fi books or graphic novels every so often yet you found an author that you liked, he wrote stories about a treasure hunting dhampir.

Thunder roared making you flinch as you reached the library entrance. Pushing the door open and making your way inside, you greeted by Yuri, a male kitsune who owns the library and has a obsession with romance novels.

“Y/n! How are you? It’s so good to see you!” Yuri chirped out seeing you. His fox-like grin was warm and welcoming just like always, his fox tail swished around behind him.

You smiled back at the kitsune. “Hey, Yuri. I��m fine just returning a few books. It’s good to see you too. I though you didn’t work on days like this.” You said as walked to the desk the fox was sitting at.

He sighed, his ears falling slightly. “I know, but these clouds just rolled in,” He scoffed in annoyance. “So I’m stuck here but you being here makes me feel a whole lot better.”

You chuckled. “That’s good,” You put the books you came to return in the slot in the desk. “So you guys get anything new?” You asked.

Yuri’s ears perked up hearing your question, he smiled. “Yes, we did. That author that you like so much published a new book a week ago and bought some copies,” Yuri went under the desk coming back up and placing a hardcover book on the desk. “And I did hold this copy for you!” He said.

You gasped as your eyes widened. “Yuri, you’re the best!”

“I know, I know~!” He said as his tail swished around behind as he smiled.

“Seriously, thank you, Yuri.” You said smiling at him.

“No worries. Anything for a friend,” Yuri replied. “Oh! By the way if you’re in a romance mood we got some new stuff. And sci-fi books too.”

“Thanks, Yuri.” You said as you walked away from the fox at the desk and went into the sci-fi section.

As you walked into shelves that held sci-fi novels of all sorts, you stopped in your tracks spotted a another person standing near the end of the shelf, you could see their face due to the black hoodie that they were wearing, the hood covered their face but they were tall and you noticed their hands, they were very pale. They knew you were staring as blood red eyes turned to look at you.

That’s when you got a good look at their face. They looked to be a young man somewhere around your age. His features were so pale that his red eyes stood out to you. He was oddly beautiful.

He gave you a small smile and an awkward little wave, you returned the gesture. You had a strange urge to talk to him though you didn’t know what to say to break the silence.

“Um… hey.” The voice was a bit quiet though you could hear him.

You turned your head to look at the hooded young man and smiled. “Hi.” You said back.

A moment of silence until he spoke up again. “You come here a lot?” He asked.

“I do, every day. I’m friends with the kitsune up front,” You said. “But you’re a new face. I haven’t seen you before.”

“Maybe because I only come here during gloomy days like this. Though that doesn’t happen often.” He said.

“Really? That’s a bit odd.” You said.

He chuckled at your comment. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“You don’t like the sun?” You asked him.

“Not really, it’s a bit draining.” He said stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“I guess it could be. Yet I guess I don’t feel it.” You said.

“Are you human?” He asked you. His voice had a hit a curiosity in it.

“Yes? Why?” You answered you were slightly confused by his question yet you answered him anyway.

“That’s probably why. Humans tend to thrive in sunlight well healthy amounts anyways.” He said.

You frowned, you confused on what he meant by that. Was he not human? He looked human enough though.

“Why did you say it like that?” You asked.

“Huh?” The stranger raised an eyebrow at you, he too was confused.

“Aren’t you human as well?” You asked to clarify.

“No. Well, somewhat. Ugh, how do I explain this,” He face-palmed himself. “I think it’s better to show you.”

He flipped back his hood then your confused look turned into a look of surprise. His pale ears were pointed like an elf yet they were more of the size of a human ear. But he’s definitely not a elf.

“Are you a—?” You paused to think. Was he a vampire? No. He looked more human.

“I’m a dhampir,” He said. “So I’m half human.”

“And half vampire.” You said.

The dhampir looked off to the side and looked to the ground. “Yeah, but I don’t like my vampire said all the much.”

You frowned. “Yeah? How come?”

He looked over at you then turned away again, he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Well, let’s just say my dad isn’t the best.”

“Oh.” You muttered.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit until the dhampir spoke again.

“Frank.” He said to you.

“What?” You were a bit confused mostly because it was out the blue.

“My name. It’s Frank.” He said with a slight smile.

You smile back. “That’s a nice name,” You said. “Though it’s not what I expected.” Your joking tone made his eyes roll.

“Thanks,” He chuckled. “My full name is Franklin but I’d rather go by Frank. My mother named me okay.” Frank said.

You laughed. “I’m not make fun. Like I said it’s a nice name.” You said.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked you.

You tell him your name and he smiled and said. “That’s nice name.” Frank then peered at the book in your hands.

“So you must be a smartie,” He said. “Oh, you just like books.”

“I guess you could say that,” You said. “I have other hobbies.”

He smirked a bit. “Really? Does it have to do anything with quiet places like this?” He asked.

“For some reason I feel like you can read peoples minds.” You said, smiling.

“Really. Well too bad I can’t.” He said chuckling softly.

You spoke more with Frank as you searched for the books you wanted. You gave him some recommendations on books which he took and decided the read some of them. You found that Frank had more of personality than he let on but you found he’s a ‘keep to themselves’ type. Yet you broke him out his shell.

[roleplayfinder]

Hello! I'm 25+ looking for Genshin impact writing partners. I've recently jumped back into the game and feel inspired to jump back into the writing scene. I roleplay quite a few canon characters from the series ( Lumine, Yoimiya, Tartaglia. Just to name a few. ) and prefer to find others who write canon characters as well. But i'm not opposed to writing with OCs.

I can offer a variety of slice of life, fluff, angst, and just silly topics. I can write mxm, fxf, but I lean more towards fxm. Not picky in dynamics! Honestly just looking to make some more Genshin writing friends and gush about our muses. If interested please like this post and i'll reach out or you can add me on discord at: stars.envy

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[thundazatrinket]

28, looking for 18+ Genshin Impact roleplays! Fontaine has me in a chokehold right now and I'm in dire need to write with some of its characters (namely Neuvillette and Wriothesely). I can write anywhere from 3-4 paragraphs, sometimes more if needed. My response time varies, but I tend to have a reply out within an hour or so. 50/50 story to smut is preferred. Looking for MxM, MxF and CC X CC. Bold is my preferred role! If NSFW is present, I can switch, but I'm used to being sub.

[Ships]

Wriothesely/Clorinde

Neuvillette/Furina

Neuvillette/Navia

Neuvillette/Childe

Wriothesely/Childe

Neuvillette/Wriothesely

Traveler/Neuvillette

Traveler/Wriothesely

Arlecchino/Wriothesely

That's all! Discord is my preferred platform to write on, but Tumblr and E-mail are fine too. I have plots in mind for some of these, as well, though it's mostly AU or canon-divergent. So hmu in pm and we can discuss. :)

[twistedwonderworm]

Hello! Your monster au sounds really interesting and so do the matchups 👀

Preferred nickname: Fiasco (she/her)

A little bit about your personality: I'm an optimistic romantic with her head in the clouds and a huge love for stories. I have an introverted streak and I like my alone time to ponder about anything my brain latches onto but I like connecting to people through shared interests/ideas (especially nerd shit like video games and films). I also care fiercely about the people close to me and I want nothing more than to be the best version of myself for them. I already try to be patient and understanding overall, but I want to be even moreso for the people I feel especially safe with.

What you like/dislike in someone: I like genuine connection where I and someone pick at each other's brains and really dig in deep to get to know each other. I want to try and understand that someone and I'd like for them to try and understand me back. I like curiosity, introspection, interesting conversation, and feeling safe to express myself around them./ I dislike apathy and controlling behavior, I need balance with how involved people are in my life and vice versa.

Any characters you absolutely can't stand: In the context of a relationship, Vil and Leona. Interesting characters, just not people I'd want to get close to.

Whether or not you mind being shipped with the faculty: Go ahead!

Thank you so much!!

Hi!!! Sorry for the lateness and how short it is. But I'm pretty sure I got the perfect match for you! I hope you enjoy.

The ancient and playful elder vampire, LILIA VANROUGE!!

This tiny vampire is a cheerful little being that has no problem chatting it up with people and having deep conversations with them. Despite being around for so long and having done so much in his life, I still think he'd be very curious about the experiences of others, and he would be very excited to learn as much as he could about someone he's so fond of.

Talking about shared interests and video games, we all know that Lilia is definitely a gamer despite being so ancient. And he seems to be the type who wouldn't mind delving into new interests and seeing what new experiences he could have. This world is so wonderful in that regard. No matter how many things he explores, there's still so much more to learn and experience. And he is the exact opposite of a controlling partner. What's the point of not allowing his partner to do what they want and have fun?

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

Fiasco was on her way to Lilia's room. The elder vampire had invited her to hang out with him, but of course due to how sunny it was outside, he wouldn't be able to go out without his parasol. So he had invited her to come to his room instead. He had said he had a surprise to show her.

When she arrived at Lilia's room, she knocked and was immediately ushered into the room by the vampire. He looked so happy that she was there.

"I have something I want to show you," he said walking away. He quickly made his way to a console and tv that looked new.

"I recently saw these and bought them," Lilia said, setting out some pillows so they could both be comfy. "I wanted to expand my horizons as a gamer but sadly I've never played on this console. So I don't know how to use it." He looked embarrassed. "Do you know it? I would really like for you to teach me."

Fiasco laughed and nodded, "I can teach you how to play on this, so you don't have to be so embarrassed. Besides, it'll give us some more time to hang out."

The elder vampire smiled, "I would really like that, honestly." He gently took her hand and kisses the back of it, causing her to flush. "Am I being too forward with my feelings?"

She shook her head, "No, because i feel the same. But let's focus on the console for right now. Of we have time later, then you can kiss me some more."

[kuyath3f0x]

𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼

ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ!

•𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖..

•𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

•𝟷𝟹+

•𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝟷𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚟

•𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝

•𝚈𝚘𝚞 (𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚟 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑!

'The sun is shining brightly today.'

I think to myself, shading my eyes from the bright light. Wait...wasn't I in the house? I could've sworn I was. I was only going to rest my eyes for a second...so why am I...-?

"Honey! Come on! If you keep standing there and zoning out, they we'll never be able to set up and eat!"

A female voice spoke beside me. The tone...it was full of love..and sweet like honey. Why did I get such a warm feeling from hearing it? It's almost familiar somehow, like I've heard it from somewhere. It gives me a sort of nostalgia that I haven't felt in a long time.

"Darling..?" The voice was now right in front of me. I look down to see a woman. My eyes met her own, and I could've sworn my heart leaped out of my chest the minute our gazes connected. She was wearing a floral sun dress with a straw hat that protected her eyes and skin from the sunlight. Her face held the slightest bit of makeup, but the most prominent part was the light pink that allowed her lips that glossy look.

"Are you okay? I knew we shouldn't have come out today... If you were sick then why didn't you say so! I would've stayed in and taken care of you..."

"E-Excuse me...?" I question this beautiful stranger. "D-Do I know you?" Her hand presses on my forehead.

"No fever.." She mutters. "And I'm your wife, silly! How could you not remember me, huh? 5 years later and you still can't believe it?"

Wife?! How could that be?! I've never seen this woman in my life!

"Honestly...did today's anniversary put you back in the honeymoon phase? We're just having a picnic."

"Right...a-a picnic. My apologies." I say softly, going along with what this woman was saying. This...feels almost like a dream. Sense when was my life THIS perfect?

"Come on, I already have the blanket set up and the food out. You don't want to waste my hard work, do you?"

"Of course not.... I'm coming over dear?" I didn't mean for the questioning tone at the end, but this was just so confusing. I couldn't help it.

I sit down on the red, patterned blanket with the woman in front of me. She held out a plate for me. It had a rather delicious sandwich on it. When was the last time I had eaten? Well, it didn't matter now. My mouth opens slightly and takes a hesitant bite.

It was heavenly.

I, unknowingly, began to scarf down the food like it was the last thing on earth.

The woman, did not bother me while I did this. Surprisingly, she held a bright smile on her face, bright enough to light up any man's world.

"I made the jelly from scratch this time. I didn't think you'd like it this much though!"

"It's delicious... I've never had anything that compares!" I say in response. She just giggled at my reaction. She then reached out with a napkin ad cleaned off the corner of my mouth. All the while, her smile never faltered, and her eyes still remained filled with love...love for...

Me.

I suddenly felt ashamed to have not remembered her. How could I forget this at all? The feeling that this dream gave me..it was familiar. However, I wasn't able to remember where it came from.

But I wouldn't dwell on it further. I would enjoy this warmth while I had it.

"Dear...it has been an amazing time with you. You never fail to put a smile on my face."

I look up at the low, somber look on the woman's face. Where was this going...had I done something to make her sad?

"I'm sorry..?" I apologize in confusion, my brow raising in slight confusion

"Darling..."

"Please, if I have done something wrong then please tell me!!" I please with her. Fat globs of tears started to run down her face.

"You have so much to live for...so why would you ever think...?"

"T-Think what?! You're not making any sen-?"

"I know I said I'd never leave you...but it was never my choice...never in a million years did I ever think you would join me like this.."

She grabs my hands and cups them with her own.

"It's not your time."

"What do you.."

"We are set to reunite someday, but that day is not today. You still have to take care of them.."

Now it was my turn to start tearing up. It hit me like a truck. Her words...

I was in my room. Door locked, doing something that I never should've.

All because... of her...

"You are the love of my life, and I'm sorry we had to meet prematurely... like this..."

"I-I'm sorry...I-I'm so...sorry..." I mutter as she pulls me to her chest. But I could not hear her heart beat. The one thing that I loved about being this close to her.

"I love you so much...promise me you'll never do anything like this again." She pulled my chin up to lock our eyes. Her face was serious.

"I promise...[Y/n]... I'll take care of the kids. Like I should've done from the start."

"Good..." She said. I meant those words. I hope that she knew that to.

She bent down...and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. The action itself would've meant a lot to any sane person. But it held a lot of weight for me. This was what I missed. My salvation. I felt her lay my head down in her lap. I close my eyes as she runs her hands through my short hair. I felt myself lulling off to sleep...

This felt right.

Too bad it had to end so soon.

I wake up to the smell of a sterile room, and a weight on my chest. I raise my arm to rub my eyes and notice there's a IV in my arm. That was odd. I rubbed my eyes softly and notice they had been wet. Like I had been crying.

Once my vision had returned I look down and see a small boy sleeping soundly on my chest. My...son...

His eyes were redder than mine. He had been crying too.

I look over to the window, a teenage girl had her head against the pale blue walls. She was sound asleep too in a chair. It hardly looked comfortable at all...but I soon recognized her as my daughter. She was turning sixteen last time I checked...I was too far gone the day of her birthday. I can only imagine what she came home to after that dinner with her friends.

The sound of footsteps echoed from outside of the hallway. The door opened, and an older woman wearing a nurses outfit walked in. She took one look into my eyes and dropped her clipboard.

"You're awake." She said after regaining her composure. A serious expression on her face.

"Those two rode with you in the ambulance and have been here for days. The girl told doctors what happened.." Her tone seemed like she was going to lecture me, but she was refraining. I could tell.

My son began to stir. I remember more now. She named him Gage. His eyes opened and met with my own tired ones. He lit up, and hugged me around my neck. I had messed up doing what I did. Exposing him to this place just shortly after his mother...

What was wrong with me...?

"Daddy!" He exclaimed after breaking the embrace "Nora wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but I knew you were hurt..."

"I.." His tone broke me, further scolding me for my actions.

"Dad..?" A tired voice broke the silence. My daughter had woken up.

She looked at the nurse after she had looked at me. The old woman just motioned her to go to me. To hug me. She left us alone after that.

I wouldn't blame her for not coming to me.

Gage's weight shifted off of me, and my daughter came running into my arms. I was surprised, but didn't deny her.

"You..are so stupid..." She muttered hugging my side tightly

"I know...but..." I began

"No...there is no buts. There's no excusing what you did... just... promise to never do it again..."

My eyes softened as I rubbed her back in an attempt to comfort her. She was shaking, as if she was going to begin crying again.

"I promise...I will never leave you or your brother alone again. For as long as I remain."

She nodded and pulled away, wiping her face.

And I meant that. I would no longer break any promises.

Even though it hurt without her...my [Y/n]... I accepted the fact that I could live for her memory and what she left behind.

Our children...

And my new livelihood.

[roleplay-searcher]

Hi! You can call me Storm! I'm 25+ and the mom of a loud and demanding cat. 

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together.

I only do MxF (with myself in the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I'd highly prefer female authors writing male characters.

Searching For: 

21+ partners only 

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. Both in character and out of character. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances 

 An older male character (early forties - mid fifties) and I’m not interested in younger. I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by soft yet commanding women. My characters are late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal. 

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night. 

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return. 

Interests: 

Modern fantasy, monsters, crime/mafia, sci-fi, soulmates, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, omegaverse, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, master x apprentice/unbalanced power dynamics, mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, widow/er falling in love again

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Alan Wake 

Message me on here or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested with an introduction/what caught your attention regarding my post ❤️

!!

[lavishbylaw]

open to: m, 21+ ( mutuals and non-mutuals ♥ ) muse: genevieve scott age: 29/30 connections: ex boyfriend, ex fiance, estranged husband, former fwb, etc plot: genevieve and your muse have been separated since the earlier part of the year. but suddenly, out of nowhere, she has contacted your muse because she wants him to "meet someone" tagging: @indiestarter

"Please don't yell..." And that was the first thing she could say to him in the doorway. In her arms, Genevieve carried a small newborn. Luckily, the little one seemed to be fast asleep. "This is who I want you to meet. ...Her name is Clementine. ...She's our daughter."

[roleplayfinder]

Evening 👹 I'm (25+m) looking for a writing partners (21+) to write some OC x OC content with a historical setting (Victorian London) either here on tumblr or over on discord. Looking for m x m, but will happily work with m x f - but to make it clear, i'm not looking to write NSFW smut, i'm more than happy with implied but not interested in detail.

Love writing angst, horror, gore, paranormal all the way to hurt/comfrot, fluff etc etc.. all of it, it's all good.

Fandomless male OC who feels most at ease in the Victorian era, although it's primarily an aesthetic preference. He works as a watchmaker and antiquarian. His late mother was a fraudulent Spiritualist medium, and he assisted her in deceiving willing, grief-stricken individuals by orchestrating lifelike seances and other displays of paranormal phenomena. The OC grapples with his sexuality and has endured one tumultuous relationship with a younger man, whom he eventually exiled to Scotland in order to maintain discretion.

If that plot point interested anyone, feel free to come at me with ideas and your OC's.

Interested in exploring angsty themes, I don't shy away from violent and gory content if that's where the story goes, I want to emphasize that explicit smut is not my focus; implied content suits the narrative better.

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[findroleplay]

Hi! 20+ writer looking for something...fluffy really! So the m x f idea I have in mind is the biggest scariest werewolf in the city...just discovered that my little ray of sunshine oc is his intended and essentially has to find a way to win her over while trying not to scare her away. I rp in pms so like and I'll message you! Thanks.

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[milfgyuu]

Lowlifes [M] Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.5k, f2l, smut, fluff, humor, foundfamily, gang?au, 18+ Summary: Seungcheol grows tired of watching you fool around with a string of loser boyfriends and steps in when an ex shows up somewhere he's not welcome which unravels years of feelings lost in translation. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, lots of making out both in public and private, lots of touching, holding, soft manhandling, language, physical violence, mentions of injuries, broken bones, etc. not super detailed but very much implied they are in an illegal crime crew/gang/ring whatever. people are drinking in the bar and getting lit bc it's big dawg dk's bday ok. i think that covers it.

Seungcheol knows he should mind his business and he’s well aware that you can handle your own problems because you take great pleasure in reminding him of your capabilities.

That doesn’t mean he’s not watching out of the corner of his eye as you’re pacing back and forth at the far end of the bar. Your phone is glued to your ear and you’re obviously upset, throwing your free hand in the air with a string of expletives falling from your lips so clearly that he doesn’t have to hear you to make them out. It’s obvious who’s on the other end of that call and just knowing you’re still speaking to your ex irks his nerves.

He drinks down the remainder of his beer as he continues monitoring from a distance, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip with thinly veiled irritation. 

When you hang up the phone, mid-sentence, it takes everything in you not to turn and drive your fist through the wall. All the pretty promises and apologies…you knew they were empty. You knew he would disappoint you yet again. You’re more angry with yourself for being stupid enough to hope he’d come through for once but instead of being here with you and your friends, trying to work shit out, he’s running with his new crew. 

Things were always tumultuous with Jae and never going to work out, which you knew very early on, but you just loathe being wrong when you give someone a chance. It was a fool’s hope to think he might turn it around and make you feel better about letting him into your life to begin with.

The truth of the matter was that Jae just wanted to be a part of your crew and when they refused to let him in, he went and found another and tried to drag you along with him. There wasn’t a chance in hell that you’d leave them, your family, but you tried to make things work and it bit you in the ass more times than you could count. 

You’re pissed as all hell when you slip back into the booth, right into Seungcheol’s side. He’s warm and familiar, and when his arm falls around your shoulder it tempers your rage just a touch. Another thing Jae couldn’t stand…how close the two of you were. 

Seungcheol has been by your side since you and your brother were kids. You three have been thick as thieves, literally, for so long that you were more comfortable with him than anyone else in the world. You loved, trusted, and respected Seungcheol to a fault. 

He also notoriously let’s you get away with pretty much everything. 

So, for no reason other than needing a distraction and hoping to get a rise out of him, you take the cold fresh beer he’s yet to touch right out of his hands and bring it to your lips. He makes an amused sound and pinches your shoulder where his hand rests. 

“That doesn’t belong to you,” he grumbles, though he doesn’t do anything to stop you from taking whatever you want.

You swallow another small mouthful and set the beer down, pushing it back into his grip. The little gasp of surprise you let out when his big hand catches around yours before you can let go of the glass makes Cheol grin which is an improvement from the scowl he’s been sporting for most of the night.

“You gonna tell me why you’ve been so grumpy?” you ask, leaning into him so he can actually hear you over all the noise, “You only nurse a beer when you’re in a shit mood.”

He lets you pull your hand from the cold glass but doesn’t put any distance between your bodies, he lessens it instead. You’re so close that he doesn’t even need to speak loudly for you to hear him. “I didn’t realize you paid that much attention to me.” His deep rumbling voice can be felt this closely and the alcohol in the warmth of your belly feels fizzy.

“I’ve known you longer than anyone else here,” you reason, “You can’t hide anything from me.”

Seungcheol snickers, “Oh, I bet I could.”

You don’t get the chance to try and one up him because your phone buzzes incessantly in your lap. Pulling back, you both see who is calling and Seungcheol kisses his teeth in irritation. You silence the call, sending your ex to voicemail and you’re about to reach for your own drink but another incoming call prevents you.

“You want me to answer it?” 

Seungcheol’s tone is dangerous so you silence the call again and continue reaching for your glass. “He’ll give up.”

That isn’t typically the case but you're praying this once it is because you really don’t feel like dealing with Jae’s bullshit any more than you wish to handle a pissed off Seungcheol or get a lecture from your brother. Jeonghan, over-bearing and unhinged as he is, will talk you to death when you make a poor choice as if his entire lifestyle isn’t comprised of the ones he’s made. Better to keep him out of it too.  

Cheol will give you a piece of his mind but he’s more like your big, scary guard dog and even though you’re never on the receiving end, you know he’s got a nasty bite so you’d prefer to keep the leash short and not dangle bait before him. The last thing you need is Seungcheol winding up in a cell because of you…he toes that line enough as it is.

Unfortunately, nothing is going your way tonight and your phone lights up again. Normally you’d leave it alone but another part of you, one far and detached from who is calling, still fears the guilt of missing back-to-back calls heavens forbid something has happened.

It’s the only reason you’re answering, shouting over the noise, “You’d better be dying. What the hell do you want?”

“Baby, I just need to talk to you and you’re ignoring me,” he whines back and bile gathers at the base of your throat, “I already said I was sorry! Your friends don’t even like me so I don’t know why you asked me to come. They don’t think I’m good enough for you.”

“You’re not good enough for me,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, beyond caring about his feelings at this point, “You’ve proved that time and time again and I don’t need them to tell me what I already know. I’m busy. Don’t call me again.”

“Wait, wait!” he calls out to you desperately - it makes your skin crawl, “I’ll come pick you up, sweetheart. I’ll take you somewhere real nice, just us two, ok? You just stay there and I’ll come get you.”

Your face bunches up incredulously, “Don’t bother showing up now! The olive branch I extended by inviting you tonight no longer exists. I don’t want you here and I’m definitely not going anywhere just the two of us. I’m with my crew and you’re with yours,” you argue back, “That’s what you chose, so that’s what you get.”

There is silence on the end of the line and then laughter. 

“You’re lucky you’re hot because it’s a distraction from how fucking crazy you are! I swear to god, you’re just trying to piss me off so I’ll pay more attention to you! Is that what you want? Want me to drop everything to be with you? Like you don’t get enough fucking attentio-”

“Hang up,” comes a growl from your left and when you look over, Seungcheol is seething.

You don’t waste another breath except to say, “Don’t call me again,” before disconnecting..

As you tuck your phone back between your thighs you accidentally meet Jeonghan’s gaze from across the table. His eyes flick between you just having ended another call and Seungcheol who looks like he might shatter the glass in his hand at any given moment. He raises a brow, his silent way of asking if everything is okay and you wink back like it’s totally fine. No worries. Not a thing wrong or out of place. 

Which, it probably would have been if your phone hadn’t vibrated again a minute later. 

It’s just the one time so you thought it was a fluke, a misdial,  but then it buzzes again….and again. Then it’s a continually buzzing stream of new alerts so you pull your phone out and find sixteen unread messages. You don’t even bother reading them and shove the phone back between your thighs. Just. Shut. Up.

Minutes pass and you’re trying really hard to enjoy Chan’s little impromptu performance at the bar, and it sounds lovely, truly, but it’s difficult to focus on anything at all between your efforts to internally process your ex’s fucking audacity and to ignore furious heat rolling off Seungcheol’s body still so close to your own.. 

He’s wholly enraged and you can feel it.

There is maybe a solid seven minutes where your phone sits silently and you’re about to turn to speak to Jihoon and then…another text comes through. Seungcheol’s patience finally wears through and he plucks it from between your thighs before you can react. You watch quietly, not bothering to argue with him as he forces a shut down before pocketing it inside his jacket. 

You still stare at him like some admonished teenager and he stares back with a small smirk, daring you to say something. He’s not doing it to punish you - that’s the reason you don’t push back - he’s going to make sure you enjoy the night just like everyone else. He knows it’s not going to happen if you’re glued to your phone and so do you. 

Narrowing your eyes, you smirk back. “You’re giving that back later, right?”

His answering grin is troubling. “I might make you earn it.”

You toy with the idea of asking how but that line of thought is mercifully interrupted by a round of shots for the whole table being delivered and passed around. You had to wait the additional four minutes of having to sit through Hoshi giving an impromptu speech that almost dissolves to tears because he’s probably (definitely) two shots too deep and then it’s back to chaos and you’re finally free to be a part of it.

Your mood lifts tremendously over the next hour so being present in the moment with the people you love. Hao’s girlfriend Jessie passes you a sticker sheet with little glittery hearts and stars which end up all over the bar, in joshua’s hair, the tip of Jun’s nose, the bathroom walls, and some litter the dance floor. Woozi steals a couple for the back of his phone case and when you run out she supplies you with temporary tattoos. Almost everyone has at least two imprinted on their skin by the time those are run through.

When your hands are empty and your drinks all run dry, an old country western song crackles over the speakers and suddenly you’re being dragged out onto the floor by Mingyu who is hell bent on trying to replicate some old line dance you’re sure he’s fabricated in his foggy mind. Something about heels and toes, and being swung around your partner - it’s fun and somewhat terrifying when he’s nearly lifting you off the ground mid-spin. 

It’s not his fault that he’s got long legs and two left feet when he drinks so it’s mostly the two of you skipping in circles, laughing and completely out of breath, but it’s a blast. 

And then you catch something out of the corner of your eye that makes you stop dead in your tracks. Mingyu doesn’t even notice that you’ve stopped until he trips over your foot, looking down at you in confusion. “You givin’ up on me?”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” 

The voice comes from Joshua in the corner, which means somehow word spread about tonight’s falling out without you knowing, and now everyone is looking at your ex, boldly and moronically standing a few feet away from you which is several feet too close for their liking. Unsurprisingly, it’s Hoshi who’s already in his face, smiling in the most menacing fashion. “This is a private event so unfortunately for you, you’ll have to fuck off.”

Jae scoffs aloud, “I don’t give a shit about your party.”

Then his scowl twists into a smirk but it’s cruel and mirthless, his eyes falling on you and Mingyu who had at some point out of habit placed his body just in front of your own.

“I came for my girl but it looks like she’s already moved on for the night, throwing herself at one of you sorry assholes because I couldn’t make time for her. Typical.”

Mingyu anticipates you trying to step around him and quickly catches you around the waist to hold you back at the same time that Seokmin stands from his chair so quickly it falls backwards and lands with a loud clatter. “Watch your fucking mouth,” he warns menacingly. 

“Watch my mouth? I’m just pointing out that facts. I should have known that’s why she suddenly didn’t want me here,” he goes on like every pair of eyes on him aren’t glaring daggers, “Would have ruined her plans to get shit-faced and open her legs for whichever one of you looked at her first.”

Jeonghan hurls himself at Jae with an opened switchblade in his hand but, thankfully, Joshua and Jihoon catch him first, and the bastard laughs knowing none of them would let Jeonghan get close enough to do something stupid. Not with witnesses around anyway.

Jae tilts his head, speaking directly to Jeonghan with his hands in his pockets and condescention dripping from his tongue, “You’re her big brother,” he pouts, just pouring salt in the wound, “You’re really just going to sit back and allow all your friends to take turns with your little sister? The crew’s designated whor-”

He barely forms a smirk before Seungcheol appears out of nowhere and suckerpunches him in the mouth so hard the crack is audible throughout the bar. Unfortunately for Jae, he’s still conscious when he hits the ground, broken teeth and blood pouring from his maw as he screams in excruciating pain. You’re sure his jaw is broken and you’re glad. 

Absolutely no one moves to help him. Hardly even bats an eye.

Then, Seungcheol draws his leg back and kicks Jae in the stomach which means he’s not done and after what your ex just said…you’re not sure anyone in your crew will step in to stop him. You move instantly, pulling yourself out of Mingyu’s protective grip to push your way to the front where you’re relieved to see Vernon already attempting to pull his friend away and he does but not before your ex’s hand is crushed under the sole of Seungcheol’s boot and the screaming starts anew. 

When you reach them, you immediately put yourself in the middle without hesitation, both hands against Seungcheol’s chest in an effort to calm him down before he loses it completely. One of his hands is still clenched at his side and you’re trying desperately to get him to look down at you. He doesn’t but his other hand comes up to sit at your hip and that’s enough of an acknowledgement that you relax, just slightly. 

You turn just your head to look down at Jae who’s never looked more pitiful. Covered in blood, dirt, snot, and tears. 

Seungcheol glares over your shoulder at the broken man on the floor, his arm now firmly seated around your body in a possessive display as he growls, “Always running your fucking mouth,” then he nods in your brother’s direction, “I should let him cut your tongue out.”

Jeonghan’s knife spins dangerously between his deft fingers like he’s itching to use it. 

He’s no longer restrained, nearly deranged, and begins stalking toward your ex who flinches away and frantically shakes his head, unable to speak with his mangled mouth. Your voice cuts clear into the charged air. “Jeonghan,” you call out and your brother stops mid-step to look up at you patiently. You shake your head at him and he concedes but the fire in his eyes is palpable. 

He smiles down at Jae, voice lilting and deadly. “You’re safe…for now,” he tilts his head, crouching down to get closer, “And don’t bother running back to your crew for help or hope for some form of retaliation,” He pauses, covering his mouth with his knife, giggling with feral delight dancing in his eyes, “I bet you didn’t tell them where you were going or who you were fucking with because they never would have let you come and I can only imagine how pissed they’re going to be when they find out.”

Jae’s brows furrow indicating his confusion and Jeonghan laughs again, wiggling his long fingers, tapping them with the point of his blade. “How do you think your ring leader lost two fingers on his right hand? That pretty scar down the side of his face? It was an improvement if you ask me,” he croons and Jae’s eyes widen with renewed horror, “Loyal little lap dog ever since and hilariously, still harboring a rather sweet crush on my darling sister. Small world, huh? We’ll be sure to let him know how you feel about her and who’s responsible for,” he waves his hand with an air of distaste, gesturing to Jae, “This.”

When Jeongan stands again, his smile falls flat and you turn your head quickly, tucking it into Cheol’s chest when you hear the crunch and subsequent thud as your brother stomps and knocks Jae out cold. It’s cruel, perhaps, but now knowing who exactly he’s been working for, you’d consider this a mercy compared to wait awaits him.

Seungcheol lifts his chin with a silent order and Junhui and Mingyu are already stepping forward to haul Jae’s unconscious form out of the bar with Joshua leisurely striding behind them, Jae’s phone in hand. They’ll dump him outside, a few blocks away. He’s lucky they’re not animals - Josh will use Jae’s phone to deliver a personal message to his crew but beyond that, he’s no longer your crew’s problem. Retaliation isn’t even a concern in this situation.

The atmosphere is obviously soured and you can still feel the rage swirling in the air. There isn’t a single member of your crew who wouldn’t have loved a turn. Even Minghao, calm and even, the most level-headed in situations like this has a particular air of cruelty about him in the moment and Jessie at his side tucks away a glittering pair of brass knuckles. You don’t have to glance around to they are waiting for an order and Cheol still has his eyes focused on the door. There are also a few patrons who are not associated with your crew, the kind who know when to mind their business, but even they seem to be waiting to be told what to do next.

So, you clear your throat and try to paint on a pretty smile.

“Pardon the interuption,” you sigh, each head in the room swiveling in your direction, “Turn the music up and order another round for the whole bar,” you glance up to find Seuncheol already looking down at you and you pat his chest, “Drinks are still on the big guy so you’d better take advantage while he’s still feeling generous.”

Thankfully, its enough to get everyone moving again, your crew falling right back into the party swing as if nothing happened. It was so easy for them to flip the switch sometimes. From volatile back to joyous - back to shots, and karaoke, and dancing. 

Seungcheol was still furious though. He doesn’t bounce back nearly as fast.

“Why don’t we take a walk out back?”

He doesn’t budge for a moment and you say his name a little more firmly this time to which he reponds, “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. Let’s go.”

No one asks questions or follows the two of you when he takes your hand and leads you out the back and into the crisp night air. It’s dark but the moon etches just enough light that you can still see each other easily. Seungcheol’s shoulders are tense and you watch his fists clench and unfurl methodically. They’re also red and angry after making direct contact with Jae’s teeth. The thought makes your gut roil.

“Choi Seungcheol,” you lightly grumble, “You can’t go around hospitalizing every asshole that is mean to me.”

Nothing at first and then there’s a little huff of laughter. “I can absolutely do just that, or worse. Besides, I only hit him once.”

“You broke his jaw…and probably a few ribs with that kick,” you sigh and lean back against the building, glancing up at the sky. “My point is that I know you can but that doesn’t mean you should. If you get arrested, who’s gonna take care of me?”

He smirks. “Spoiled.”

“Your fault,” you roll your eyes and really look at him. “I didn’t know he was working for Kaito, obviously. You know I would’ve cut him off completely If I had.”

“I didn’t know either,” he admits, shrugging off your surprise, “Jeonghan must have found out and kept it to himself. You know how he likes to hold onto things until its useful. Your brother is kind of a sadistic asshole sometimes.”

“Hannie is just eccentric and has weird hobbies,” you counter with a small grin, “Besides, he’s your best friend so think about what that says about you.”

He just winks in response. It’s maddening and attractive, per usual. 

“Mhm,” you hum quietly, pleased to watch him unwind in front of you, because of you. “I’m glad to see you’re in a better mood,” you tease him, “I thought for a few that you might have been mad at me.”

Cheol lets out a long sigh and digs his hands into his pockets. “I’m never mad at you.”

You cross your arms and quirk a brow at him, “That’s a blatant lie and you know it. I can’t even count how many times you’ve chewed my ass out for one thing or another.”

“The handful of times that I have yelled at you came directly after you did something dangerous,” he argues back with a short laugh, “Calling your ex, that fucker in particular, makes me question your judgement and maybe your sanity, but it’s not a reason for me to be mad at you. If anything it’s mild frustration.”

You narrow your eyes at him. It’s more than mild. “Say what you need to say, Cheol.”

He squares his shoulders, face serious much like his tone. “You’re too smart to keep choosing assholes that let you down over and over again. So, why do you do it?”

You purse your lips. “Touche,” he’s not wrong, “I am self aware enough to admit my track record is shit but there is not a lot to work with. It’s not as though our dating pool is stellar, Cheol. We’re lowlifes…we associates with other lowlifes. Nice boys like girls like me until they realize I’m not worth the trouble.”

He sputters out a laugh and steps closer, just enough to lower his voice in the echoing alley way. A touch closer and you could probably steal a little body heat you’re starting to wish for. “You are the trouble,” his eyes sparkle when he says it, like its a compliment, “Nice boys too soft for you anyway and we’re not lowlifes…we just live a little differently. You can do better,” he smirks when you roll your eyes again, “You can…you just don’t.”

You uncross your arms and spread them out before you. “Oh, any suggestions? I forgot you were a dating expert-” then you break into a laugh and Cheol is throwing his head back, knowing what’s coming. “Oh, wait! I forgot. You’ve not had a girlfriend in what? Five years? Eight?”

He snatches both your hands out of the air and pushes them back toward your chest, trying to reign in his amusement and overall urge to smother you. “You’re high maintenance enough. Why the hell would I need a girlfriend? I’ve got enough on my plate.”

You reach out and lightly punch him in the chest. “You’re a big boy, Cheol. Don’t let me hold you back. I can handle myself.”

At this, he snorts and pulls a hand out of his pocket to point at you. “You can handle yourself? Did I not pick you up in a police station two months ago for speeding…again?”

You pull off the wall with your mouth open to defend yourself and he abruptly pushes you right back against it and continues. “Who taught you how to drive and took the blame when you ran over Jeonghan’s bike when you were fifteen? Who showed up at three in the morning to pick your drunk ass up at that halloween party just so you could puke in my car and my bed…all night?” he pushes closer and lowers his voice “Who bailed you out of jail four months ago when you took a glass bottle to someone’s head in club and it turned out to be a fucking cop?”

“He looked like any other perv fondling girls on the dance floor!” You shout, eyes wide and wild as if someone would overhear, “How was I supposed to know he was a cop?! And why does it matter? He was a creep and I’d do it again!”

Seungcheol is simply dissolving into laughter, his earlier shit mood absolutely erased, and then as your volume grows he starts attempting to shush you though it’s half-assed. 

“Shhhh,” he laughs even harder, “I know, I know. I’m just teasing,” he grins when you finally crack a small smile, “Honestly, I was so proud of you that night. Took fifteen stitches to sew him back together and I hear it’s left a big ugly scar.”

You scoff in disbelief at his blatant pride. “Proud?! You chewed my ass out the entire way home.”

“Quit doing dangerous shit without me,” he shrugs unapologetically, “If you’re gonna get yourself in trouble, at least make sure I’m there to back you up.”

You roll your eyes, placing your cool hands under your chin to warm them. A cold wind whips through the alley, tossing his soft black hair around. Naturally, he steps into the wind’s path, blocking you from the worst of it because that’s what he does. It grants you the opportunity to slide a little closer and he chuckles, catching on very quickly to what you’re trying to do. Use him as both a human shield and personal heater. 

He looks down at you with that soft gaze you know is only reserved for you. As you’ve grown older together, you’ve learned that it’s best to avoid basking in it for more than a few seconds at a time. Your eyes dart down to his chest and back up again, not quite meeting his eyes this time. “It’s colder than I thought it would be tonight.”

He pulls your jacket a little tighter around you. “We can go back inside if you want.”

Whatever you want - it’s always whatever you want. Sometimes you just want to know what Seungcheol wants.

You hold eye contact with him now, just watching to see if his expression changes at all. It’s almost dizzying, staring at one another so closely. A stupid decision on your part, honestly.

“What if I asked you to take me home?”

Simple. “We can go home. Just gotta grab my key-”

You shake your head with a small laugh. “Actually, I think we should go back in and sing karaoke.”

His lips pull up, always quick to pick up on the game. “What song? I love karaoke.”

“Liar. You hate karaoke,” you grin, “Why do you give into anything I ask?”

His smile is so beautiful - it always has been. 

“I do not give into everything,” he corrects you and then huffs in amusement, “Go ahead, try your luck but put some actual thought into it. You know most things are negotiable for lowlifes like us.”

“Great! So, you’ll let me drive your car tomorrow night?” you bat your eyes at him soo prettily. It’s in the bag.

He hardly budges. “No,” comes from those plump lips more clearly than you’ve ever heard it in your life and you instinctually pout like a child which amuses him. “I said put some actual thought into it. You’re a terrible driver.”

“You also said to try my luck,” you answer and it comes out more like a grumble, “Which has apparently abandoned me tonight.” 

The way you drop your shoulders and pull yourself inward knocks him off kilter and his smile drops in a split second. When he speaks again, his voice is just a touch deeper - less playful, more gentle. The change is so slight that anyone else would miss it but you’ve got that shift of his rooted in your memory at this point. 

“Your luck? Maybe,” he tips his head in consideration, close enough that he’s slipped his arms around you, big hands splayed comfortingly against the middle of your back, “I’m still here though.”

You know you should put some space in between your bodies right now but that little voice that is usually telling you to mind your boundaries is so far away in the moment that you do the opposite. Closing the distance, you look up at him as you slip your hands around his waist beneath his jacket. “Yeah, you’re always here for me. Aren’t you?”

When he dips his head closer, his tone is surprisingly serious. “I hope that’s not an actual question at this point.”

His free hand comes up to catch the back of your neck as you move to pull away, to ask him to explain or just to confirm that what you’re feeling is mercifully mutually, but you’re trapped - body painted against Seungcheol’s in the moonlight. It’s probably the most intimate position you’ve ever been in with him and your heart thrashes in your chest.

“I’ve always been right here,” his nose and lips brush your cheek as he speaks, “Patiently waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” you ask too softly but he smiles, you can feel it against your skin.

“For you to get tired of playing house,” He chides gently, “You already have a home with me and you know it.”

To say it out loud for the first time is almost staggering for Seungcheol and it’s a devastating revelation for you. Each time you tried dating someone new it had felt like a cheap replacement to distract you from the despairing thoughts of loving Seungcheol and him not loving you back, but he was there. Watching, waiting, already belonging to you in every way the entire time. 

The first sound out of your mouth is escaped laughter. It’s soft and disbelieving. 

Seungcheol smiles as he pulls back enough to see your face. “You genuinely didn’t know?”

You shake your head back and forth, still laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks pinch as he’s rolling his eyes at you, snickering to himself. “You’re the worst. I seriously thought you were playing dumb on purpose,” he groans, though his hands meet in the middle of your back now, comfortably laced like he plans on staying this way for a while. “Tell me. Who are all those idiots in there to you?”

Easy. “They’re my brothers.”

“And who am I?”

Your lips twitch and he smirks. “You’re just…Seungcheol,” saying it makes everything so plain and simple. So obvious. “You’re my Seungcheol.”

“Exactly. Have I ever felt like a brother to you? Like just a friend?” he prods, pretty white teeth still on display. He’s going to drive his point home like always. 

“Listen, jerk,” you poke him in the chest with a long sigh, “Of course you never felt like those things to me. I didn’t want to see you as just a friend and definitely not as a brother, gross,” you grimace at the thought, “But just because I felt that way about you doesn’t mean I thought you felt the same. I thought it was all very one-sided and I was just going to eventually get over it.”

He raises a single brow. “And,” he blinks pointedly, “Have you gotten over it yet?

“Unfortunately not.”

“Good.”

Good because he’s truly out of patience at this point and he’s going to make sure you know exactly how he feels without question. 

And that’s how you find yourself caged up against the wall outside the bar, Seungcheol’s lips hungirly claiming your own. His hands trace your body outside your clothing until he gets tired of the separation and you jolt feeling his cold hands against your waist beneath your shirt. There isn’t a second of stillness. He’s constantly moving, shifting, giving, taking. 

You’re no better. 

The second he kissed you it was like a flood of energy zapping each and every one of your nerves. After your lips, your arms were quickly in motion, wrapping around his neck and shoulders. Fingers threading through and tugging at his hair. He touched you and kissed you so thoroughly that despite the fact that is freezing and you’re indeed, exposed outside while your friends are just on the other side of that back door, you want more. 

More, more, more. 

Seungcheol does too. 

“Let’s go,” he mumbles between your lips, still too enthralled to pull away. 

It makes you laugh, though it’s a little delirious because he’s back to sucking and biting pretty little marks onto your neck, and you peel your eyelids open to see the fog from your breath as you speak. “It’s Seok’s birthday,” your mouth pops open with a silent gasp as he bites you again, “We can’t just leave.”

He drags himself back up and meets your eyes, grinning, “Like hell we can’t. Go get in my car,” he digs his keys out of his pocket and passes them over, “I’ll let the boys know we’re leaving.”

You stand there for a moment, keys in your outstretched hand, “Wait!” you realize he’s already opening the door. He’s so serious. “What are you going to tell them?”

He shrugs, “That we have better things to do.”

Appalling. “Seungcheol!”

Now he’s smirking. “Alright, alright. I’ll tell them we’re leaving and going back to my place to fu-”

“SEUNGCHEOL!”

“You don’t want me to lie and you don’t want me to tell the truth,” he blinks back at you, “I am not sure what you want from me, baby.”

Well. Brain melted. If he’s calling you ‘Baby’ he can do whatever he damn well pleases. 

“I’ll be waiting,” you laugh, quickly spinning on your heel before you drag him away and he doesn’t get a chance to tell anyone you’re leaving. They probably wouldn’t notice for a few hours anyway. You shake your head, hurrying your steps toward his car. 

It feels like you’re waiting an eternity but it’s only been a few minutes and when you glance out the window he’s already hurrying back. You’re not sure if he just caught the first person he saw and told them to pass it on or if he walked in and announced it to the entire bar but you honestly don’t care. You’re maybe fifteen minutes from the garage, Cheol’s permanent (and your home away from) home. He’ll probably make it in eight with the way he drives. 

“I’m surprised to not find you in the driver’s seat,” he laughs, shutting the door and immediately bringing the car to life. 

“You’re the better driver and I’d like to get there quickly.”

Smirking, he smoothly backs out of his parking space and peels out onto the road. “I think you’re plenty good at speeding. If your record has anything to say about it.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Ok, so you’re better at speeding and not getting caught. This is why I handle the other business aspects.”

His hand slips over the middle and lands on your thigh, kneading and flexing possessively. 

Watching you handle business has always intrigued and infuriated him. You’ve swindled awful men out of house and home - lining your crew’s pockets with all the spoils. It had always been a fine line between letting you work while recognizing how good you were at your job and trying not to strangle every dickhead who thought that fake smile you gave them was genuine. “Might have to retire you now.”

You pout in his direction knowing his moody comment is nothing more than his protective, if not slightly dominant, nature coming through. He’s not at all serious, even if he’d like to be. “You gonna take care of me so I don’t have to work anymore?”

He grins at the suggestion. “You know I’ll take care of you, baby. Minghao is plenty good-looking. We’ll start using him instead.”

You snort at the thought. “You’re better off sending, Jeonghan. He's pretty, charming, and he knows exactly how to get what he wants out of anyone. Why do you think I’m so good at it? Learned from the best.”

“Yeah,” Cheol turns, the wheel smoothly gliding through his hand, “I don’t typically have to worry about you stabbing or torturing anyone though.”

“Typically?” you turn in surprise, laughing, “Are you saying it has been a concern?”

He looks at you with a brow quirked. “Once or twice,” he scoffs, “You are way more like your brother than you realize.”

“Oh? You got a thing for him too?”

He snickers in response, shaking his head. “Little shit.”

He squeezes the meat of your thigh again and you realize he’s shifted his hand higher, his fingers spread wide, the pads biting into your jeans. “Quit flirting with me and drive faster.”

The only sound that follows is his quiet amusement and the roar of the engine. 

Pulling into the garage, you’re feeling too charged from the quiet, electrifying tension. It makes you feel jerky, like every movement of your body takes too much effort and every surface you touch shocks your skin. You’re already eyeing the stairs leading up to his loft but he’s taking his sweet time coming around the front of his car, waiting for the garage doors to roll back down. You want to barrel straight into him but you don’t exactly trust your legs to carry you. 

The doors close with a loud thud and he looks over at you still standing near the passenger door. “You look nervous,” he smiles softly, making his way around the car until his hands are seated over your hips. “We don’t have to-”

“No, no, that’s not it,” you huff out a laugh, “I think all the anticipation made my body stop working. Everything is tingly and sharp, and I don’t think I can move. Stop laughing at me!”

He can’t. Seungcheol is simply beside himself. You really can’t blame him. Truly, too horny and excited to walk? That’s got to be a new one. It certainly is for you. 

“I can carry you, it’s fine.”

But he is still shaking with laughter and we’re talking a whole ass flight of stairs. It’s not fine, though Cheol is already scooping you up and you're frantically trying to situate yourself on his back because that seems like the safest option and you’re already off the ground. He’s not putting you back down until you’re both behind closed doors. 

“Oh my god,” you bury your face in his shoulder as he takes the first few steps up the stairs, “This is such a bad idea!”

His hands are firmly seated beneath your thighs and your arms are wrapped so tightly around his shoulders that you’re not even shifting much as he carries you but it’s nerve wracking and honestly, a bit embarrassing. He’s incredibly proud and stubborn so there really is no hope in convincing him to put you down anyway.

“Stop panicking,” he laughs, now halfway up the stairs, “I’m not even struggling so your lack of faith in me is hurting my feelings. You act like you’ve never seen me workout. I do it for a reason.”

“I thought the reason was just because you like to beat people up.”

He huffs in amusement, “Fighting isn’t fun when you’re not winning.”

“Well, you always win so you must be having a blast,” you pinch his earlobe, rolling your eyes since he can’t catch you doing it.

When he reaches the landing, he digs into his pocket, unlocking the door with one hand and then kicking it shut once you’re both inside. Then he lets you slide down his back but before your feet actually hit the ground, he’s spinning around to pick you right back up. He laughs at the sound you make, quickly grabbing his shoulders and crossing your ankles at his back. Cheol flips the lock on the door and takes you into the small kitchen, setting you down on the counter. 

“I always win when you’re watching,” he plants his hands on either side of you, leaning closer, “You get mad at me when I don’t, so, I stopped losing.”

He looks up at you with a boyish grin and you bring your hands up, lightly touching his cheeks with your finger tips. You’ve seen his soft skin mottled with bruising more times than you cared to think about. “I don’t care about losing,” you murmur, lost in thought, “I just hate it when you get hurt.”

Tracing a finger over his right brow you remember that night years ago when he returned from a job with it split wide open, blood dripping down his pale face. Busted lips, fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and an awful limp. It was the first time you ever saw him so…broken.

You yelled at him for getting hurt but cradled his face in your hands the whole time. While Minghao sutured it closed, you continued cursing at him and everyone else who’d gone out that night but you never let go of his hand. When Joshua reset Cheol’s shoulder and he nearly passed out from the pain, you sobbed. For days you’d been furious with him yet you stayed over at his place for almost two solid weeks to take care of him. 

Putting him back together with your own two hands was the only way you could convince yourself that he was okay and from then on, you accompanied him on most jobs. Anytime things got messy, he’d come out victorious, and the very few times you weren’t there, he returned nearly unscathed. Bloodied knuckles at most. 

Your fingers must have drifted down to his lips because he kisses them and it brings you back to the present. He smiles against your fingertips and you move them under his jaw, out of the way, just so you can kiss him again. It’s soft, slow, adoring and his hands slide into place right at your lower back, his fingers pushing beneath your shirt to stroke your skin. 

When they make contact, his fingers spread wide, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. It makes your back arch, pitching your hips forward, and leaves you sitting poised for the taking but even then he takes his time. In the back of your mind, you’re sure he can feel your heat against his groin and it must be driving him just as insane as it does you.

Despite the body heat, when he pushes your shirt up a little further with his busy hands, you shiver at how cold you still are. It’s accompanied by a breathy little gasp that makes him pull away grinning, eyes still watching your mouth. “Still cold?”

“Yeah,” you admit, “Do you ever turn the heat on in this place?”

“Only when you’re here. I don’t usually need it.”

Of course not. Big manly man. 

“You’re going to need it if you’re still hoping to get my clothes off.”

Cheol pays no mind to your change in tone. The one you use to nag him to death. Instead he scoops you right off the counter, starting toward his bedroom. “I can warm you up myself just fine,” he says in an equally haughty kind of way. 

The kind of way that shuts you up because the only other thing that you could possibly manage is some pathetic giggle. He even makes a show of hanging onto to you with only one arm because he’s just so strong and you humor him with an ‘oh wooooow’ that makes him crack, laughing as he lets you slowly drop to the floor.

Your hand remains on his chest, nervously pinching at his shirt as you look around the room. You’ve been in here before just…not for anything like this. “Why does this feel normal and not normal at the same time,” you pause, realizing there is actually something different that you hadn’t noticed right away. 

Seungcheol let’s his hands drop away so you can walk over to his dresser to sate your…curiosity? Surprise? “You said I needed more personal decorations around the house,” he clears his throat, watching as you carefully lift his picture frames off the furniture to examine them, “I figured pictures were personal enough.”

There is one of Cheol as a teenager standing proudly beside his first car. Another with a few members of the crew all grinning around a card table. You loosen a soft laugh remembering that night clearly. Mingyu and Hoshi shouting over the table like banshees…all because Hoshi got caught cheating and blamed it on his favorite designated target. 

You pick up one you don’t recognize but smile at the familiar faces hanging out of the windows of a car you do recognize vaguely. The job details were hazy but you know you remember that car for some reason.

Seungcheol must have noticed you squinting at it because he comes over and stands behind you, pointing at the picture. “You don’t remember this one because you broke into a case of wine coolers the moment we were all home and accounted for,” he chuckles, his breath tickling your cheek, “Almost seven years ago now.”

“I hated waiting for you guys to come home,” you pout, pointing to the picture, “Why do I remember this car though? It’s so familiar.”

He laughs again and this time you spin toward him like the reason he is laughing is clearly painted on his face. It’s not but he fills in the blanks without prompting.

“Jeonghan caught you in the backseat of that exact car making out with Seungkwan, of all people,” Cheol grins at your grimace “We hauled you both off to bed, tucked you in, and agreed not to tell a soul. I honestly don’t think he knows about it either. You guys were wasted.”

“I definitely do not remember doing that but I did oddly stop drinking wine coolers not long after that night,” you sigh, tucking away the embarrassing story to kick your self over later.

“Guilty subconscious?” 

Shrugging off your jacket you give him a fake laugh which eventually morphs into a grin. “Were you jealous back then?”

He takes your lead, removing his clothes one piece at a time. “I was always jealous,” he admits and you let yourself stop to watch as he grabs at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. It leaves him only in his jeans, belt already unbuckled. 

You’re the opposite, jeans kicked to the side, but your hands rest on your shirt, too busy looking at Seungcheol to force yourself to keep moving. He’s no better, eyes glued to your hips, to your underwear, your legs, and then his eyes bounce back up to your face, finally noticing the way you’re looking at him.

He takes a slow step forward and then another.

“I’m not perfect,” he cautions, another step closer, “I’m stubborn and jealous,” one more step until you’re touching, “I don’t like sharing. If one of the guys flirts with you, even as a joke, I’ll probably rip their head off. Might happen more than once but I’ll get over it eventually, I promise.”

“Hmm,” you smirk as he stops so closely you can feel the heat coming of his body, “A little sensitive?”

“Maybe.” His smile is so pretty and disarming because now his hands are on you, palms rubbing circles into your hips before sliding back and down over your ass. “You’ve been chipping away at my self control for over a decade and now you’re half-naked in my bedroom. I’ve hit my breaking point, baby. I’m going to be selfish with you.”

You shift just enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it in the general direction of your pants, and settle your arms around his shoulders. “I think it’s only fair because I have always been selfish with you and i’ll be so much worse now,” you grin and he let’s out a heavy, husky chuckle, tightening his thick arms around you, “I’m going to be a menace.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“I’m still cold.”

Then he’s kissing you again, your hands quickly moving from his shoulders to his waist, pushing his jeans as low as you can before he’s forced to part and pull them the rest of the way off, laughing and stumbling with you toward the bed. You land first, quickly shuffling under the comforter for warmth and he’s right behind you, rolling you onto your back to cover you with his body. It’s an added layer of heat and you wiggle beneath him when his thigh pushes between your legs. 

Seungcheol wants everything all at once and hates having to choose but loves knowing he’ll get the opportunity to do it all in good time. For now, he can’t seem to keep away from your lips, can’t stop the noises he makes everytime you tug at his hair or scrape your nails against his back and he hopes to god they leave bright red scratches in their wake. 

He wants to watch you get shy and embarrassed when he works out with them on full display. His ego is a beast and it’s going to be riding a high for a while.

When you push up against him, he gives you a little space to quickly undo your bra before it’s tossed to the floor and he’s slipping a little lower, his face pressed against your soft, warm chest. His mouth dances from one breast to the other and you moan into the open air of his bedroom, one of your hands still rubbing his back, smoothing over his muscles mindlessly. His perfect teeth graze your nipples and you grind down against his thigh. 

He pushes it higher and repeats the action over and over until you’re steadily working yourself up and then he shifts, taking that relief away from you. Your eyes pop open in surprise but he kisses you again before you can speak and his right hand slides into your panties, wet and uncomfortably cool against your folds now that his thigh is gone. 

He doesn’t waste time, running his middle and ring finger up and down until they’re so slick-coated that there is hardly any resistance when he slips them inside you, stroking up against that spot that has you arching your back off the bed. It’s almost cruel how quickly he gets you there and even worse that he hardly touches your clit before you come, stars flashing behind your eyes. 

Seungcheol kisses your face through it, whispering sweet, filthy praises against your skin. That’s my girl, you’re so fucking good for me, baby. Sound so pretty right now, wanna hear you say my name just like that.

It’s a miracle you don’t come again the second he pushes into you because he doesn’t stop talking unless his mouth is occupied and he’s too good at multitasking. The only time you get a break from his wicked words is when he’s bottoming out and your ears are ringing so loudly that you can’t even hear him anymore. He must realize it too because his mouth was moving and now, he’s just grinning, eyes trained on your lips when he draws his hips back a little and pushes back in. 

His pace varies because he likes watching the breath get caught in your throat, breaking up the gorgeous sounds spilling from your lips. For all the taunting and talking he’s done, he’s just as worked up as you are and suddenly sits up on his knees which changes the angle. He spreads your thighs further apart, almost crudely, and props your ass a bit higher. At first, he wraps his hands around your thighs for leverage, digging his fingers into your skin but it’s not enough, he needs more. 

When he moves his hands to either side of your waist, he locks in the perfect position to go as deep as possible and the sounds you begin making are far more desperate, the pitch swinging higher and higher until he’s moaning and panting, driving into you faster and harder than before. You know you’re going to come again, and fast, so when your eyes meets his, and he purses his lips, letting spit drop from his plump lips onto your clit, he doesn’t have to tell you aloud what to do. 

You bring your own hand down, rubbing yourself until your limbs start twitching. Your breaths are so shallow and ragged, your fingertips messily bumping against the base of his cock where he plunges in and out of your cunt recklessly. He looks just as far gone as you do but the second your eyes meet, he smirks and it’s your absolute undoing. 

When you orgasm for the second time it’s so intense that all of your muscles lock up aside from your legs which shake uncontrollably and Seungcheol groans, hips stuttering when he feels the overabundance over warm liquid spilling out around his cock, splashing against his groin and stomach, dripping onto the bed. He stills, filling you so completely full that you can’t even breath without adding to the mess you’ve both created. 

It takes several long minutes of heavy panting and blinking to get your heads on straight and he still doesn’t pull out. Not even when he slumps down against you, grinning and kissing you lazily. He’s doesn’t give a single fuck about the mess, even going to so far as pumping his hips a few times, laughing when you hide your face under your arm at the lewd sounds echoing through the room. 

It’s playful at first, those half-hearted thrusts, but then his kisses turn into little nips, his mouth starts spilling those dirty words in your ear and it’s not long until you can feel him getting hard inside of you again, having never pulled out in the first place. He keeps fucking into you slowly, swallowing the sound of your whining, revelling in the way your nails no longer just rake over his skin but painfully dig into it over his shoulder blades. 

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t speed up. Doesn’t give you the chance to wiggle away from him when the sharp tingling of overstimulation bleeds into, “Oh, fuck, Cheol, I’m gonna come again…fuck…”

And you do until tears stream down your face and he pulls out, flips you over, and puts it right back in, fucking you brutally until he’s moaning and cumming, and you’re nearly ready to pass out in the bed you’ve both absolutely ruined. You hear him speaking but can’t make out the words and then maybe your eyes close because you’re sated and exhausted. 

It doesn’t last long though because Seungcheol is attempting to drag you from sleep because he needs to clean you both up and change the sheets before anyone crashes for the night but you’re not budging. 

Until you feel the sensation of thick fingers pushing into your cunt and you mumble aloud, “Absolutely no…straight to jail.”

Seungcheol laughs at you having not even moved when you said it and removes his hand. “I tried waking you up nicely and you kept ignoring me. Besides, it’s all starting to spill out and I like seeing you full. If you keep laying here I’m going to end up fucking it all back in and giving you more.”

Rolling onto your back takes an incredible amount of willpower and Cheol’s helping hands because your hips are stiff as all hell. He’s patient, not pushing beyond your limits even though you’re sure he could go a few more rounds without tiring in the least. Affection swirls in your chest and it takes him by surprise when you reach a hand up and around his neck to pull him down to your lips. 

HIs body relaxes into the bed, pressing his weight more firmly into the mattress to keep the pressure light where it covers your own. He kisses you tenderly, his hands moving softly and slowly over your skin, and your mind is emptied of all but the feel of him. It’s overwhelming, how deeply attuned you are to one another and yet your body continues to demand more. 

Your kiss is broken off in a choked moan, Seungcheol’s, when your hand snakes between your bodies. He drops his forehead to yours, taking in a deep, shaky breath when you rub the head of his cock into the mess between your folds. “Again?” he questions, even as his hips push forward of their own accord. 

“Again…” you breathe out, tipping your face up to catch his bottom lip with a gentle nip, “..and again, and again, and agai-”

The delirious smile on your face drops open as he pushes back inside. Your tight, swollen cunt aches with the intrusion but each shockwave that pulses through you is laced with pointed pleasure. The effort to keep his pace even and gentle is difficult but Cheol finds very quickly that there is something incredibly arrousing about slow, deep, intimate fucking. 

He’s never experienced anything like it because he’s never had you. 

Yet here you are beneath him, clawing at his back and shoulders, moaning against his throat, and he knows it will only ever be like this with you. He knew he was ruined for all others years ago but in this moment he fully understands the weight of it. 

Seungcheol will never want anyone but you.

And when you unravel together again, you look into his eyes and know it too.

The next morning it takes an unprecidented amount of effort to wake up.

Your body aches and joints pop in too many places when you stretch your limbs as if you’ve been asleep for years and not mere hours. It’s easy to pinpoint the loss of warmth at your side, Seungcheol hardly ever sleeps in and it’s evident by the smell of fresh coffee wafting in through the open bedroom door. 

Slipping into the shirt he’d left you and your jeans from last night, you wander in and out of the bathroom and head straight to the kitchen. Cheol knows you don’t drink coffee but you do love the smell of it so the sight of a full, almost untouched pot makes you laugh. His mug sits abandoned in the sink so you rinse it out and refill it, carefully balancing the full cup in your hands as you leave his apartment and head down the stairs into the garage. 

Joshua is the first person you find, unsurprising as he never seems to get hungover no matter how much he drinks the night before. He’s sitting at one of the work tables pouring over a set of blue prints for a new job when you walk by, chuckling and swatting away your hand when you ruffle his hair. “Morning Joshie.” He waves over his shoulder as you keep walking.

It’s relatively quiet in the garage for a Saturday morning but most of your crew is probably passed out from the evening prior. You would have stayed in bed longer too if someone wasn’t missing from it - someone you still haven’t found. Instead, you happen upon Jeonghan and Mingyu working on an engine…you think…again, not your expertise. 

“Well, well, well,” Jeonghan drawls as he catches you approaching from the corner of his eye, “If it’s not my darling little sister,” he grins and leans over to kiss your cheek when you stop in front of him, “Whatever are you doing here, in the garage, smelling like sex and coffee, so early on this delightful Saturday morning?”

You give your brother a deadpan stare and Mingyu snickers behind him. 

“Where’s Cheol?”

“Bringing in another delivery with Jun in the back,” Mingyu mumbles half-way under the hood with tools in hand, “Should be finishing up soon.”

Jeonghan leans against the car and crosses his arms. “Is this an official thing?”

You know he’s only asking because he loves you both so deeply that if there were any chance of it being a fling where feelings are inevitably going to be trampled, he’s putting an end to it immediately. He’s so fiercely protective that he’d step in to protect you from yourselves without hesitation.

“That man would have to be thirty feet deep in the ground to leave me.”

“Isn’t the saying ‘six-feet deep’?” Mingyu laughs, still focusing on his task.

“I said what I said and honestly thirty-feet still might not be enough - you’ll probably have to bury me with him.”

Jeonghan relaxes, shrugging off the tension in his body with a loose laugh. “Good to know,” he grins, eyes soft and gentle once more, “I always knew you’d end up together once you both gave up the world’s most stubborn ass competition.”

He’s not wrong. Who knew a little communication could go a long way? Certainly not you and Cheol.

Two cars pull up outside the open garage door across the way and you wiggle your fingers in greeting when Vernon, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Jihoon all pop out looking absolutely exhausted. You turn and set Cheol’s mug down on the counter behind you and pull out a stool to take a seat and hang out. 

“Wonwoo wouldn’t let us stop for breakfast please tell me there are still leftovers from lunch in the fridge,” Hoshi complains loudly. He absolutely still looks a little drunk.

Jihoon shoves him to the side and makes a beeline for the fridge around the corner, the two of them cursing and bickering as they go. Wonwoo and Vernon pull up a stool next to you and now you’re feeling a little guilty for only bringing one mug down. 

“Where’s Cheol?” Wonwoo asks, pushing his glasses up and shaking out his messy hair.

Jeonghan tosses a thumb in his direction, “Delivery.”

Wonwoo nods and Vernon taps your shoulder. “Hey, you’re here kinda early. Where did you go last night? Lost you at some point.”

Your cheeks heat. There are some of the guys you make crude jokes with and some you don’t - both Vernon and Wonwoo being on one side while Mingyu and Jeonghan are on the opposite. “Oh, I uhhh-”

“Notice anyone else missing last night?”

“Jeonghan-”

Vernon’s brows pinch together in thought. Mingyu stands up, setting down his tools before wiping his hands on his pants. “You know,” he grins, “Guy who lives in a garage, goofy laugh, kinda mean…”

Wonwoo breaks out in hysterics and Vernon’s grin is entirely visible though you’re sure he is trying to make it disappear when he says, “Oh! Oh okay…yeah…that makes sense. So, you’re like…yeah?”

You snort in response nodding your head. “Mhm, we’re like yeah.”

“Who’s like what?” Hoshi says around a mouthful, coming up to join you with Jihoon stomping past him empty-handed to go help Joshua. 

“Her and Cheol finally got together,” Wonwoo supplies and Hoshi’s eyes light up.

“Oh my god!!! That’s so exciting!” he dances over and drops his food on the counter, which Mingyu picks up to polish off while he’s distracted. Hoshi wraps you in a bear hug you try to fight off and then you’re up and out of your chair being squeezed and swung around, “This is such great news!!!”

Thwap.

Hoshi blinks and you slide to the floor. When he touches the back of his head, it’s wet and he turns to find a rag on the ground. It takes less than two seconds to figure out who threw it because it’s Seungcheol’s thundering voice that calls out, “Put her down and get to work, asshole.”

“Asshole?” Hoshi mutters, kicking the rag, “I’m the asshole?”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, “Oh, he’s going to be unbearable,” he smacks your arm lightly, “Hey, do us all a favor. Take him back upstairs and tie him up or something would ya?”

“Inappropriate,” you snort just before big familiar arms wrap around you from behind. 

“Morning baby,” he breathes against your hair before he’s planting a hot kiss on the side of your neck, “Sleep well?”

Everyone very quickly finds a way to mind their own business. 

“Slept just fine,” you smile, turning your head to kiss him properly. “Now apologize to Hoshi, you beast.”

He sighs, dropping his head dramatically against your shoulder. “Hoshi!” he shouts across the way, “I’m sorry. Order breakfast for everyone on me.”

“All is forgiven, bro!” Hoshi salutes him in response and the others start gathering to make their requests. Food fixes almost anything in this house.

Cheol laughs and kisses your hair. “Happy?”

“Very,” you hum, turning in his arms, “Brought you coffee but it might be cold by now.”

“That was nice of you.” Now that you’re finally getting a good look at him you see he’s wearing the dark blue cargo pant, white tank top combo that drives you fucking insane. You’ll sit for literal hours on end just to watch him work on the cars in that exact outfit. Even better when he’s got oil smatterings here and there. The thick leather gloves he sometimes has hanging out of his back posket when not in use. 

Mechanic Seungcheol is one of your favorite fantasies sprung to life.

“I wasn’t doing it out of the kindness of my own heart,” you retort, “I was trying to get something out of you in return.”

“Oh?” he smirks, “Like what?”

“Kiiiinda hoping I’d get you back upstairs for a few favors.”

His hands slide along your arms until he’s managed to bring them up and around his neck and then he’s got you caged in, clasping his own low on your back. “I’m sure we can make time for that,” he mumbles along the seam of your lips, brazenly, and very openly making out with you in the next breath like there aren’t several people in the garage along with you.

“MAKE IT QUICK. WE’VE GOT SHIT TO DO.”

Cheol tosses up a middle finger in Jeonghan’s general direction and shouts back, “Well, I’ve got your sister to do and that’s more important. Work can wait.” Your mouth pops open in amusement and he takes advantage of your distraction to hoist you up into his arms, making his way toward the stairs to his apartment again. When he speaks again, it’s only loud enough for you, “I think I’ve got just enough time to fuck you over the kitchen counter and make a fresh pot of coffee before I have to come back down, whoop your brother’s ass, and get back to work.”

“Your time management skills are-” you cling onto him a little tighter as he starts up the steps, “- very impressive.”

“You should see my oral presentation skills.”

With that in mind, you lean over his shoulder and shout down, “YOU CAN HAVE HIM BACK IN AN HOUR.”

“AN HOUR?!” Jeonghan hollers back, absolutely exasperated because he knows this is going to be an ongoing battle for months if not years on end. “WHAT PART OF WE GOT SHIT TO DO DID YOU TWO NOT UNDERSTAND?”

Cheol sighs and puts you down to open the door, hanging over the railing with a flat look on his face. “I’ll rip the transmission out of your car with my bare hands and toss it into the river if you open this door.”

Jeonghan scoffs but Cheol grins and cuts him off, “And then i’ll take the knife in your glovebox and split open every individual stitch in the interior.”

Those are serious fighting words between car guys. You think.

Jeonghan narrows his eyes and then huffs, hands on his hips. “You guys are the worst.”

Cheol blows your brother a kiss as you drag him inside and you can catch a hint of amusement on Jeonghan’s face just before you seal yourselves inside. 

You’re okay with being the worst, so is Seungcheol. 

Maybe being a couple of lowlifes isn’t such a bad thing after all.

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[rinffection]

୨ৎ Let me do your makeup, love!

when you’re too sleepy in the morning to do your makeup.. so your boyfriend helps you do it instead!

featuring! Itoshi Rin x female reader. Pure fluff!!

a/n : my first work.. I hope you guys enjoyy :3 sorry if it’s short I get bored of writing really fast ;(

notes : afab!reader, mxf, NOT PROOFREAD, rushed!

“Why’re you still in bed?” Rin narrowed his eyes at you as he examined your current situation, — messed up, still sprawled on the bed and hugging that stuffed bear he had won for you at the arcade last Saturday.

The alarm clock on your bedside table flashed 11:57am. You had overslept. You groaned, flipping over and slowly sitting up as if it was a pain to do so.

You knew that you and Rin always went out together on a Saturday, except today, your limbs were giving you a hard time, and you really didn’t want to get up at the moment.

“I’m too tired.” You whined, rubbing your eyes to focus on your vision. “Let’s stay home today,” you mumble after yawning.

“Too tired?” He scoffs, raising an eyebrow at you. But it didn’t take long before he sighed and sat on the edge of your bed, as if complying to you.

“Come on, I’ll help you get ready.” He mutters, reaching his hand over to your face to brush away a few strands of your hair messily framing your face. You grumbled and whined in mumbled complaints as he hooked you up into his embrace, carrying you to the bathroom.

—

“What are you doing?” You let out a sleepy chuckle as he applied foundation over your face with a makeup sponge. His phone was playing one of those makeup tutorials on YouTube as he followed the steps precisely.

“Doing your makeup.” He huffed, setting the sponge down and lifting your chin to observe how well he did.

When he let out a grunt of approval, he pressed play on his phone, watching intently once again. You smiled faintly at his determined expression.

“Awh, are you my personal makeup artist now, Rinnie?” You teased, poking at him for a reaction. His lips curved into a slight frown as he shot you a small glare, before pausing the video again.

“This is only a one-time thing.” He mutters, before scanning all your makeup items and eventually finding some concealer. As he dabs some over your blemishes, you give him a teasing grin.

You hum a playful tune, letting him follow the instructions on the YouTube video playing on his phone. He seemed too intent to make sure your makeup looks flawless, so you didn’t bother ruining his focus as he did your makeup.

Once he was done, he clawed the top of your head and turned your head to face the mirror. It was an hour later, which was longer than you usually took. But considering it was his first time, you shrugged it off. At least he didn’t create a monstrosity on your face.

Well, he was the Rin Itoshi. Your boyfriend who was precise and detail-oriented. You figured he would’ve probably freaked out if he messed something up anyways, — even if he didn’t show it on his face.

You beamed at your own reflection, before catching his nervous expression from the corner of your eyes.

“You did so well, Rinnie. You should do my makeup more. Maybe when I’m sleepy in the mornings, mhm?” You smile, turning around to give him a small peck on his lips.

“Whatever. It’s nothing.” He huffs. Though, you giggled at the light shade of pink dusting his cheeks as he turned his head to the side.

after notes! : HII! I hope you enjoyed this one. I got this idea from a instagram reel where the girl was letting her boyfriend do her makeup because she was too sleepy… and I was like, bye, this is literally me. (Except I have no boyfriend 😭)

[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Master List

ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Summary: Everyone knows the world is a cruel place, especially for Omegas, at least what little of them there are left. It's rare for any omegas to find their mated pack, especially an omega who has lived as a beta ever since she's presented never knowing how to truly be an omega. But after escaping her pack and family Y/n comes across an alpha and two beta's wanting to help her, where she discovers what its like to live in a true pack and embrace her presentation.

Series Warnings: Fem reader, Poly OT8 x Reader, A/B/O, MxF, MxM, Possessive SKZ, Protective SKZ, anxiety, depression, violence, cursing, abuse, fluff, comfort, angst, pet names, Smut

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I will try to post every other day but it's mostly going to be when I can. I'm trying to keep at least a chapter ahead of the one I'm posting. Any chapters on the list I have crossed out means I have it in my drafts and ready to post soon on the date next to it.

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