#never gif and schedule posts at 3 am kids!

[jjanguri]

good food, even better company

[night-dazai]

hi can i request a hc about nanami being attracted to someone he hates (or find annoying) ? i think that could be a fun dynamic especially since he is always so composed probably a lot of sexual tension too 🤭

As per the poll, I will first be posting this request and the rest will soon join.

Hey babe, it was such a lovely request I am sorry I turned this a bit too serious and spicy 😅 if you still want the funny dynamics please let me know I'll do it

Nanami Kento x Reader 

Reader is the exact opposite of him yet why does his heart hurt when you are looking so tired or when you are hurt or when you smile? why does it hurt him? Is it anger?

Now what is pissing him off ? are you acting like a slut? or the man who does not respect women? It's the second one men should mind their manners around a kid like you. You were 24 and Nanami is your senior so he is just protecting you what soo wrong? He holds your arm pulling you onto his hard chest “ she is drunk “ he says dragging you from the party to the back alley. 

Fuck you pissed him off you do every time, the silly mistakes, your clumsy behaviour, unorganised life, schedule, always coming late to missions and work what is good about you? Gojo was at least the strongest so okay but you? 

You were just a little girl who got to be a teacher’s assistant you hardly had any skill you are most likely some grade 2 to 3 even if your card said 2 you were 3 to his eyes. 

But you were close to Shoko well, you both are buddies and you act all chummy with him why? cause you a slut! he thought pushing you against the wall “ hey ..that hurts “ you whimper rubbing your shoulder. 

Holding your chin he lifts your face “ if you are slut why do I get annoyed when you behave like that ?” his tone is harsh like his grip voice cold eyes annoyed brows frowning “ why “ at this point, he wants an answer but you are too drunk. You try to say something but fall limp as he catches your body. knowing you won't recall anything he just drags you home .

“ cause I love you “ you think and close your eyes seeing the man in front of you made you wet but he never liked you and it was obvious. 

Your head hurts and you opened your heavy eyelids “Where..” you mumbled and soon realised, clean white sheets and pillows a study corner and an armchair big and brown sat next to you and a door a few steps away led to the bathroom “I fucked up …….again!” you thought . 

You freshen up and wear the same old ripped jeans and white shirt walking out you see Kento sitting at the dining table for 2 drinking his daily dose of caffeine with the morning paper “It must be 10 am “ you think trying to walk towards him without making much noise . 

“Its 12 and you were still out cold “ he says in a stern tone folding the paper and sipping his cup not looking at you . Your mind goes into question. “ 12??? Was I out cold the whole morning ?” you thought and quickly took the seat opposite to him “ sorry sir “ was all you said. 

His face had no expression “ dont want your   sorry we have classes soon get out and been at class on time “ he warned as you grabbed your bag and coat which was placed carefully on the coat hangers next to the door “Thank you and bye sir “ you wave energetically at the bored man whos back is all you can see . 

You were late to class and Kento was even surprised at this point “ start by distributing the papers “ he says while taking the class, nodding you head you move from bench to bench “ mam why is sir annoyed ?” Yuji asked pulling at your sleeve end “don't know but have the same question “ you said and go on disturbing the papers.

“Y/n this is not the first second or even third or fifth time you are late, you are clumsy you cannot do one work right without someone next to you !” he is partially shouting at you , you never knew Kento even had something called anger you thought he would just brush it off . 

Pleading with your doe eyes you look at the man standing a few feet aorta from you “ fuck !” Nnanmi thought slapping his inner slef “why di i think she looked good looking up at me ?” he thought but kept shouting at you . He hates the fact that he feels stuffy when ever he is close to you “I HATE IT , I HATE HER !” his mind told him . 

You hated the fact you had to get scoldings like this, you did not do things intentionally, its was just you . And also the man shouting at you is the man you have a crush on , every night you imagine spicy things or fluff things you can do with him . You knew you never had a chance to get info from Shoko all the girls who dated him previously we kind, soft, sweet and charming feminine poliate ladies while here you were crying pathetically cause you could not come to your classes on time. 

Seeing the tears down your cheek Kento gets only more mad “ NOW WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING !” his voice high and angry very angry making you flinch in shock . 

“Whyyy….why did i get so…no its wrong i and just angry at this girl, she is stupid and clumsy unorganized..” his mind kept naming all the things you were bad at while his office door creaked open you were too busy crying and feeling scared to even notice and the Nanami was angry at himself for being turned on by your tears . 

“Hey ..” Gojo whispers sensing the heavy tension in the room he closes the door and walks to you opening his arms, you knew him for 4 years he is almost like you other than the fact he is the strongest while you were not and you were even more horrible at a lot of things than him . You could not move an inch and seeing this Gojo comes up to you and raps his arms “Shuhsss. Its fine “ he says and eyes Nanami “ Kento thats enough “ his voice firm and strong. 

Nanami wakes up from his thoughts and sees you shaking and sobbing in another mans arms, anger shoots up but his friend's eyes bring him back to his senses he has hurt you now . Running his fingers through his blonde locks he says in a softer voice “Leave “.

Gojo rubes your little back in soothing circles and whispers to you to go home and rest up 

Once the door is closed his demeanour changes “I get the fact you don't like how clumsy Y/n is but what you did not was wrong “ his eyes emotionless voice strong the white hear speaks, its rare for Gojo to be without a blindfold or sunglasses and today just happened to one such day “ why ? are you defending her ..” Gojo glares at his friend . 

“Dont ask “ he says before Kento can finish “ you are gonna regret this “ he says and walks towards the door but before opening the door “ no one would get this hard for a person they hate and “ he turns now to face his friend “ Never hurt her again she is like a sister to me “ he said walking out . 

Nanami was left speechless come on he liked you no way , his mind told but somewhere his heart was beating fast, and his thoughts raced to his reactions. Every time some man hugged you he wanted to rip you from him, every time you cried it annoyed him , every time you smiled his heart hurt . It took the blonde hours and that night he stood debating at your doorstep. 

Before he could knock you opened the door all decked up in a short tight dress to party your life out but stop seeing Nanami “Why..”you ask “ I am here to say sorry “ he says and almost does a 90 degree bend “ I never ment to scare or hurt you “ he gets up and eyes you frowning “ isnt this dress a bit too tight ?” he asks staring at your boobs . 

Gojo sipped his drink getting annoyed from hearing Shoko whine as to how late Y/n is “ she wont be coming today “ he said “what whyyyy? She said something bad happened today at school she is very sensitive you know “ she spoke like your older sister . Sighing Gojo replies “Kento “ Shoko looks at him “ i heard the noises but not the full story “ Gojo finished his glass “ well that man is a late start but i am telling you one thing , never underestimate him , kind , sweet organised ? huh bullshit ! he is the spawn of the devil “ 

“Does it matter “ you snap back , not brother he speaks “ I am sorry but if i ever have a chance lets have a date tomorrow 3 pm xxxx cafe, if you dont want to i will accept that i have been rejected “ his voice strong and frim . His eyes scanned you for a second, he could practically see your thoughts “Your face gives too much “ he thought and turned . 

He stopped short feeling you tug at his coat end “ Dont play around with me please ..” your voice soft and sweet low toned, all he could think was the different types of moans he can get out of that mouth of yours “don't worry i dont joke on such things “ he said and turned to find you staring at the floor with a red face and ears “ should I go to the club ?” you ask almost like a whisper . 

“No, “ he said again firmly and smiled finally noticing how you were rubbing your legs leaning close to your ear “How about I sit and watch you fuck yourself cause you seem to be getting off too much on my voice “ sending shivers down your spine you nod welcoming the devil into your house.

[evelhak]

Would anyone be interested in beta-/proofreading my KnB fic series?

(Spreading the word helps too. 🙏🏻)

Unfortunately I lost both of my beta-readers due to dramatic life changes a couple of years ago, and I've been doing my best to manage on my own but it's becoming a struggle.

There must be someone out there who craves for the same kind of intense longfic as I do, to get immersed in, and would like to be a part of it.

Plus there are some new/returning KnB people around recently, so who knows? Maybe one of you, who would already be interested in reading an insanely long fic for your own enjoyment, would like to devote, probably a few hours a month or so (I don't have a strict schedule), to relieving the writer's anxiety before they post a new chapter? I'm not looking for anything super in-depth. Basically just another pair of eyes to help me fix:

1. Scenes/sentences/word choices that are too confusing.

2. Factual errors.

3. Typos, grammar mistakes etc.

Low pressure, basically just anything that catches your attention as out of place or needing clarification. Definitely not asking for perfection or anything that you wouldn't catch on the first round of reading. I'm just looking to reduce mistakes I can't catch on my own.

I guess the chances of me finding anyone who is already reading the series (since to my knowledge my long-term readers never came from Tumblr in the first place) are pretty low, so

What will you get if you take a chance on me/The Other Things series?

Aside from a devoted friend (who will also always be ready for in-depth KnB talk)...

🏀 basically a lifetime supply of KagaKuro, seasoned with AoMomo, MidoTaka and other less prominent and at times rare ships (Stay tuned for Yagi Yuuta/Male OC) and also a lot of supporting OCs who exist for reasons other than shipping, including several characters' family members

🏀 one detailed and elaborate version of the main KnB characters' life journeys/basically an enormous character study

🏀 a very psychologically explicit story <- a pair of words (reader approved xD) I recently came up with to describe the emotional intensity that sometimes takes people by surprise

🏀 so much slice of life, so much dialogue, so much angst and fluff, so, so much character development that is definitely earned the hard way

🏀 snail speed slow-burn, I am not kidding, but intense love scenes and also no smut for over a million words but once we get there I promise it's worth it

🏀 so much intertextuality, myths, fairytales, analogies, symbolism that you can reread and reread if you want and I'm sure you'll keep finding new connections

🏀 a lot of fun stuff like our dorks in a group chat, disaster house parties and basketball idiots playing quadball, tons of everyday silliness

🏀 heart wrenching stuff and psychological depiction of hardship, personal growth as well as different kinds of relationships

🏀 deep-dives into topics including mental and physical health, dysfunctional family dynamics, a variety of queer experiences, neurodiversity and more, and particularly characters struggling with how complex things are

🏀 at times counterintuitive interpretations of canon but everything is in one way or another, canon-based or canon-inspired

🏀 to read seven fics before you actually get to beta-read the new stuff😇

Send me a DM if you're interested! 🩵

You can also try and decide it wasn't your thing. The series can be found here on AO3.

[jae-bummer]

Just for Tonight

Request: 5 + hyunjin pls :3 and ty ! :3

Prompt:

5) “Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

Pairing: Stray Kids Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Angst

(**warning: language and steamy situations)

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Having visitors early in the AM was not a common standard for you.

That is, unless it was Hyunjin.

Casually dating an idol was not on your bingo card for the year, but here you were, yanking open the front door of your apartment to usher in a man you never would have thought could acknowledge your existence.

It wasn't that you weren't worthy of dating someone who was a celebrity, it was that you assumed this particular one was much too expensive for you. Now, when talking about "expense," you weren't meaning that he spent large amounts of money. You were meaning that he looked expensive. His features, his movements, his aura. Everything about that man was extraterrestrial in the most enticing way (emphasis on the "extra"). He was walking art. No one should approach him in any capacity because no one was worth his time.

But then there was you.

He had admitted before that you brought a sense of normalcy to his world. The safety of your normal, little apartment. The stories where you talked about your normal job and your normal schedule. He craved these bits of your life, if only to live vicariously through them.

When he showed up on your doorstep, he looked like he could almost be normal too. With a hat pulled low over his eyes, baggy clothes to distort his frame, and a dark mask covering his mouth, he could be any person visiting their partner.

Only the two of you knew his secret...for now.

That's what he was here to talk about.

"What did the company decide?" you blurted before he even crossed the doorstep.

He didn't look up from his phone as he came inside, popping off his shoes as soon as he got past the entryway. Closing the door behind him, he leaned against the cold metal. "Is this really how you want to start?"

"If you don't tell me now, it's going to be all I think about," you said quietly.

It had been two days since an article was posted online about Hyunjin's dating life. Apparently, sources had leaked that he was dating a non-celebrity and had been for months now. They even had distorted security footage of the two of you leaving a 7/11 in the dead of night.

As soon as the news broke, Hyunjin was brought in for a meeting with his managers where he felt compelled to confess everything. It was then up to their PR team on how they wanted to deal with the situation. It didn't really matter what he wanted, and definitely not what you wanted.

If you could, you would keep Hyunjin tucked away from the world for as long as you could. It was selfish, but this was your worst fear. You didn't want the fate of your relationship to be in everyone's hands but your own.

Turning your back towards him, you muttered. "Quickly, please."

Hyunjin took a deep breath before starting, speaking as if he was reading a memorized script. "The company decided that it would be best to dispel any dating rumors. At this time in my career, it would be foolish to throw away what I've worked so hard for. Fans will not welcome the idea of me seeing someone, especially a non-celebrity. I'll be a weakness for the team, and I can't in good conscience let that happen."

You turned toward him, horrified. He looked back, a sad smile on his face and helplessness in his eyes. "They've asked that I stop meeting with you for the foreseeable future."

It felt like your chest was going to crack in two. Admittedly, you had both decided that you wouldn't put a label on what you had. You weren't dating seriously or exclusively, but it was unsaid. You had a bond and a love for each other that only grew more intense as the days went on. It seemed like a safety protocol to keep it casual, but in the end, it hurt no matter what you wanted to call yourselves.

"Fuck," you whispered, plopping on the couch. You weren't sure where to look, but it certainly wasn't at Hyunjin.

Biting his lip, Hyunjin nodded slowly. "Fuck."

"We should've been more careful," you croaked, on the brink of tears. "We should've ordered in and -"

"Y/N," Hyunjin sighed. Tilting his head, he smiled sadly again. "That's no way to live."

"It is when it's protecting you!" you squeaked. Dropping your face into your hands, you tried to focus on your breathing.

"You shouldn't have to protect me," you heard him say quietly. Crossing the room, he sat on the couch beside you and leaned his head on your shoulder. "I should be the one protecting you...and in a weird way, I guess that's what I'm doing."

"Oh yeah," you scoffed, popping your head up. "Breaking up will do such great things for me."

"Hey," he chuckled softly, sitting up so he could wipe at the tears sliding down your cheeks. "I really don't want fans to start meddling in your life too."

And that was a valid point. If you continued to date, how long would it take for internet sleuths to figure out your identity? And from there, how long would it be until an attack was launched your way? Your job, your relationships, your social life. Everything could come crashing down if your information got into the wrong hands.

You knew he was right, and you hated it.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into my mess in the first place," he said quietly. "It wasn't fair to you."

"Stop," you groaned. "I don't want an apology."

Hyunjin nodded, remaining quiet. You knew he was just as much at a loss for words as you were. However long your relationship was, it was one of the brightest moments in your life, and you never wanted to take that away.

"Normally when I'm dumped," you continued. "At least I get to be angry at the person who's breaking up with me. This time, I have to be mad at a whole corporation."

Hyunjin snorted lightly. "You can be mad at me if it makes you feel better."

"You're the last person I want to be mad at," you sighed. Looking toward him, you tried not to start crying again. "So this is it?"

"Probably for a while," he whispered. "Is it...is it okay if I still text you? From time to time?"

"I would be disappointed if you didn't," you smiled.

Pulling yourself to your feet, you tugged Hyungjin along with you. "Well, I guess we should rip the band aid off then."

Sliding your arms around his waist, you nuzzled your face into his chest. Without hesitation, he wrapped his own around your shoulders, encasing you in all that was Hyunjin.

"I'm going to miss this," he whispered into your hair. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you more," you croaked, leaning back to look him in the eyes. "It'll be okay."

He nodded, but you could see tears start to gather at his waterline. "Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"I know...I know you said you wanted to rip off the band aid," he started slowly. "And I assume that meant that I should leave quickly because it would hurt less...but..."

"But?"

"Can I be selfish?" he whispered.

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at him again. "What do you mean?"

“Let me call you mine," he breathed. "Just for tonight?”

It was suddenly very difficult to breath. Having one last night together would definitely break your heart even more, but it was tempting. One last taste of the man you never thought would be yours.

The last time he'd be tangled in your sheets. The last time you'd smell his cologne on your pillowcase. The last time you'd hear him tinkering in the kitchen, getting coffee ready for the two of you in the morning.

You had taken so much for granted before, not even realizing that it could all come to a grinding halt. At least if you had one more night, you could truly treasure those moments and commit them to memory forever.

It may make the pain even worse, but you didn't care. You were selfish too.

"It's going to suck so bad," you murmured. "But I guess it already does."

"I don't want to make things more complicated," he said quickly, but you immediately shook your head.

"Hyunjin," you said, your voice much more fragile than you wanted. "Please stay."

The response was immediate. Hyunjin's hands grabbed at the fabric of your sweater, balling it inside of his fists as he held your waist. Lips crashing into yours, and bodies swaying from the impact, you struggled down the hall to your bedroom, making sure no part of your anatomy broke contact.

It took only moments for the back of your knees to hit the edge of the bed and send you sprawling. Hyunjin climbed over you, familiar with the scene being played before him. There would be time later to go slowly and luxuriate in each other's attention. Right now was for fulfilling a need and a want so deep that it made you act on instinct alone.

He began kissing down your jaw and to your neck, causing small whimpers to escape your lips. The sounds only encouraged him, turning his gentle motions into ones involving teeth and tongue. As his mouth searched for your shoulders, he grew impatient with your sweater and started to yank it up and over your head. It wasn't long before he insisted that he wanted your skin against his, so he paused only to dispose his own clothing before carefully sliding your pants from your legs.

Kneeling atop the mattress, he looked down at you with reverence. His brow furrowed for a moment as he bit his lip and took you in. Reaching up, you tugged him closer before smoothing out the small line between his eyebrows. "You're not allowed to look conflicted. Not tonight."

"I wasn't conflicted," he said hoarsely. "You're just so beautiful that it hurts."

Your breathing hitched as he looked into your eyes. He wanted you to know that he was being sincere, and this was all as painful for him as it was for you.

Head bowing again, he caught your lips for a softer kiss this time. Using one hand for leverage, he used the other to cradle your cheek. The moment was so tender, you were certain you would just split apart when it was over. Breaking the kiss, he gave you another heavy look before moving his motions down your chest and stomach, only stopping to use his tongue when it suited him. Your small noises and gasps were his driving factor, so if he wasn't getting enough, he would work until his name fell constantly from your lips.

Settling himself between your legs, he glanced up at you with half lidded eyes. "Being away from this is going to be torture."

Reaching down, you pushed his hair behind his ears and gave a lazy smile. Your fingers quickly found their way to the strands at the top of his head, brushing through them once before grabbing hold. "Then make sure you give me something to remember."

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[puddygeeks]

Wᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ Dᴇᴀᴅ Oʀ Aʟɪᴠᴇ - Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ Tʜɪɴɢs, Eᴅᴅɪᴇ Mᴜɴsᴏɴ/OC - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5: Iᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇs

Masterlist

Episode: Pre season 4

Rating: Mature

Summary: Since she was five years old, Marcie Bell and Eddie Munson have been inseparable. There was never one without the other. That is, a near death experience with the Mind Flayer changed everything. Now, Marcie must navigate her newly realised feelings for Eddie, whilst facing down the Upside Down all over again. Whoever said love was easy?!

Fix it fic. There will be absolutely no Eddie Munson death here!

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC

Status: Ongoing

My writing is entirely fueled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee  

Warnings: 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑔/𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡/𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑖��𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡, 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎, ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎, 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑈𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑦.    

Taglist: @toobsessedsstuff

A/N: I am so sorry for the massive delay in getting this published. It was a real struggle to make this chapter work and took many edits, but we got there in the end! As for my posting schedule, I actually just had my first baby a couple of weeks ago so life is complete chaos right now. I still absolutely plan to write when I can but I have no idea when that will be. Thanks for sticking with me anyway. Every kudos and comment means the world to me <3

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Chapter 5

Robin and Steve looked equally uneasy as they followed Marcie into the dive bar. Their feet stuck to the floors as they walked, residue of spilt drinks or other substances that didn’t bear thinking about now decorating the soles of their shoes. Though there was a gig planned, it was surprisingly quiet with only around 10 drunks hanging around by the bar. However, they could only shake their heads in bemusement at the way Marcie strolled in and waved at several of the audience as if she was in her element. 

Marcie approached the bar with confidence, chuckling at how lost her friends looked behind her. Despite being underage, she knew all of the tricks to a good night out at this venue and simply ordered three colas, planning to top hers up from the flask that was hidden in the back of her jeans. She gestured for the other two to come take their glasses when she caught the eye of a familiar older customer who sat on a stool nearby.

“I was starting to wonder where you were.” Terry called as he wandered over to her side with a teasing smile. “Your boy’s playing tonight. He was looking nervous without you.”

“He’s not my boy, Terence.” Marcie scolded lightly, her words making as little impact on the clearly drunk man as usual.

“Sure he’s not and I’m stone cold sober.” He laughed, before turning to nod toward the others. “You bought friends? Almost enough to count as an actual audience here now. Let me know if any of you want a beer. My treat.” 

“Thanks for the offer, but you know I always have my own supply. Besides, I think I’m the only alcoholic in my crew.” Marcie winked, breaking away from the well meaning bad influence to rejoin her friends who seemed utterly horrified by the interaction.

“You hang out with a lot of creepy old men who like to get teens drunk?” Steve questioned whilst she pulled out her flask to mix a drink.

“Yes, actually. This is the Corroded Coffin fan club. Welcome.” She teased, breaking into a laugh at the way that Steve’s brows shot up. “You should really learn not to judge a book by its cover, Harrington. Terry used to babysit my mom. He’s one of the good ones. He’s still pretty well known for keeping an eye on the youngsters here. I got spiked a couple years ago and he took care of me until he could hand me over to Eddie.”

“By buying underage kids alcohol?” He questioned, noticing that even Robin was slipping her the side eye for this.

“As if you never drank underage.” She scoffed, before rolling her eyes at his judgement. “Terry’s policy is simply that it’s better to allow people to break the rules in a safe way, by getting weak, unspiked drinks from someone who will ensure they don’t get wasted, than to leave them to get taken advantage of by trying to find their own way.”

Clearly not entirely convinced by this story, Steve simply shook his head and glanced at Robin, who made a concerted effort to disguise how uncomfortable she was. Marcie shrugged it off as she led them closer to the stage ready for the show. After years of hanging out with Robin, she’d got used to having to remind herself that not everyone grew up in the same white trash environment that she and Eddie did. Things that seemed mundane to them were shocking to others and she had learned that most times it was easier to agree to disagree.

“I do appreciate you guys coming with me tonight. I know this isn’t really your scene.” She remarked, flashing them both a smile that seemed to at least partially calm them. “This place gets a bad rep, but it’s really fine. Most of the sketchy people won’t arrive until much later. And if at any point it gets too weird for you, we’ll leave. Okay?”

“I’d still rather if either of you wanted a beer you asked me.” Steve pointed out, earning a sceptical look from both girls. “You’re right. I’ve been drinking for years, but not through creepy old guys. I have a fake ID.”

“Okay, Mom.” Robin groaned, easily earning a snigger from Marcie.

The unexpected comment eased the tension in the group, and in little time at all Robin and Steve had already engaged in one of their usual spats. Marcie was content to sip on her drink, only half listening to their conversation as she watched the empty stage. 

There was a far stronger feeling of apprehension in her stomach tonight as she waited for the band to appear. As well as she had done until now, she was painfully aware that there was no time more challenging for keeping her attraction under control than when watching Eddie perform. No matter how badly she wanted to be here for him, there was something about him playing guitar that drove her absolutely wild every time. 

A couple of drunken cheers echoed around the draughty space, announcing the arrival of the band and as her friends finally stopped bickering to position themselves on either side of her, Marcie steeled herself. 

From the moment that Eddie stepped foot on the stage, he began scanning the area with a nervous expression. It only faded to a relieved smile when his gaze landed on her face. In an instant, she knew that she had made the correct decision by pushing herself to attend and couldn’t even bring herself to imagine how crushed he would’ve been if she’d missed it. 

With his confidence restored, Eddie moved to the front of the stage to get the crowd hyped up. It wasn’t long before the usual band of drunks were cheering together to the songs and even Robin and Steve found a way to enjoy themselves, as he returned from the bar with beers for the two of them whilst he nursed another cola. 

Marcie finished her drink rather quickly as a result of repeatedly catching Eddie’s eyes and being unable to withstand feeling as if he was singing directly to her. There was no denying that she would find the man attractive if he was wearing a garbage bag, but whilst dressed in his ripped jeans and shirt, his hair thrashing in the dim backlighting of the stage, she could have fallen in love with him all over again.

Eddie strutted the stage with a confidence befitting any rockstar, his husky voice blasting from the speakers and sending shivers down Marcie’s back. Just as she felt as if she could hardly keep her thoughts clean, he descended into an epic guitar solo that drew her attention to his hands. Watching the way that he worked the strings, the spotlights reflecting off his signature rings, she found herself biting her lip.

By half way through the set, she gave up on mixing drinks and instead took sips directly from the flask in an effort to suffocate the rising desire in her chest. Between songs, Robin bumped into her side and flashed her a concerned expression.

“I don’t want to kill your buzz, but you might want to slow down on the drinks, Marce.” She fretted, glancing to Steve for backup. “I know you can hold your liquor, but I’m starting to fear for your liver.”

“My liver has been well trained. Believe me, it can handle it.” Marcie insisted. “Besides, it’s all part of my tactic. I’m having a drink every time that I think of non-friendship thoughts. It’s helping me to bury them.”

“Actually, I think it might be bringing them out.” Steve argued and she turned to face him with confusion. “You’re totally giving him bedroom eyes.” He added, his accusation supported by Robin snorting with laughter.

“I am not!” Marcie gasped, whipping her head between the pair of them in horror.

“You kinda are.” Robin choked out between breaths. “You look like you want to climb up there and devour him. Why do you think he keeps looking at you?” She cackled as she necked the last of her drink and put the empty glass aside as if she didn’t ever want to touch alcohol again.

“It’s okay, Robin. We’re clearly imagining it.” Steve interrupted with an equally amused smile. “Just like the little bit of drool you’ve got right there.” He continued, pointing to the corner of Marcie’s lips.

“Where? Right here?” She crooned mockingly, before reaching out to punch him in the arm. “You two suck.”

♫  ♠  ♫

Eddie struggled to concentrate during the cleanup of their set. Though he’d been delighted to find that Marcie had attended tonight, he couldn’t deny the fact that her bringing Harrington along had gotten under his skin. Sure, it added to their usually sparse audience, but he couldn’t stand the thought that she might use one of their gigs as an opportunity for a date.

Then again, if that was the case then Harrington had absolutely failed to get her attention throughout the night. He held a smug satisfaction for the way that Marcie’s gaze had been glued to him during the entire set. Now that he thought about it, perhaps that had been the cause of his distraction. He felt somewhat strange for thinking it, but he could’ve sworn there was something different in her eyes tonight, something strangely resembling desire.

Eddie shook his head to dislodge the thought before it could settle, rushing to finish the job so that he could assess the dynamic between the pair for himself. It took longer than usual to pack up without his head in the game, but eventually they finished loading the van and he was able to re-enter the bar. He pushed through the crowd that had begun to gather for the next act looking for any sign of the trio, but was only able to find Marcie and Robin near the door.

Robin was standing protectively by Marcie, who was half sat, half leaned against a bar stool clutching her ankle. They both seemed in high spirits still, talking loudly and laughing together, but something seemed off about his friend that caused him to rush over to join them.

“Hey, Marce. Are you alright?” He blurted the moment that he reached them and Robin startled as if she hadn’t noticed him coming.

“Eddie!” Marcie breezed, turning to him with a familiar sense of delight that indicated she had been drinking rather heavily. “I’m totally fine. I might’ve just missed the step coming out of the restrooms and given my ankle a little roll. Fortunately, the whiskey has numbed all pain.”

“Unfortunately, she’s walking like a wounded animal.” Robin cut in, throwing her a long suffering look that hinted she had been the one to force her into a seat. “She’s sprained it, but apparently doesn’t think that should stop her from dancing. We’re gonna take her home before she really hurts herself.”

Eddie chuckled at her enthusiasm, especially when she stuck out her tongue at Robin. It was exactly the kind of behaviour he would expect from drunk Marcie. She was the kind of person who wouldn’t let anything ruin a great night, but judging from the heaviness of her blinks and the slight sway in her position, they were correct in deciding that the time had come to remove her.

“Getting high of your own supply again, Hells Bells?” He teased, a fond smile filling his lips.

“You know it.” She answered with a devious expression, opening her jacket to reveal the trusty flask he’d bought for her last Christmas. “You guys were great tonight. You really tapped into your rockstar performance. The way you handled that guitar-”

“-Had girls swooning. Other girls!” Robin interjected.

Eddie raised his brows in surprise at her flirtatious attitude, wondering exactly what she would’ve said if not interrupted. Robin made a conscious effort to catch her friend's attention, her eyes wide in warning as if silently instructing her to keep quiet. Marcie giggled to herself, amused by her antics.

Eddie opened his mouth to question how they were getting home, when the answer rushed through the door. Harrington seemed flustered as he jogged to Robin’s side, barely even noticing Eddie’s presence as he turned his concern to Marcie.

“I’ve moved the car out front, but security is only giving me a couple of minutes so we need to be quick.” He explained, looking sceptical of her speed when she stood and immediately winced. “Okay. You know what? Hold on.”

Without warning, he crouched to lift Marcie and threw her gracelessly over his shoulder. 

“Steve!” She squealed in shock, before releasing a slurred laugh as she dangled over his back. Eddie felt his temper rising at how casually he handled her and when Robin moved to wave goodbye, he couldn’t prevent the words from escaping.

“Woah! Hold on a second.” He spat, grabbing Harrington’s arm to hold him in place. “What’s your plan here? You can’t take her home like that. Her mom will freak.”

Whilst Harrington focused on analysing him, Robin appeared as if she had only just considered this problem. Eddie held his rival’s gaze, struggling to contain the need to rip Marcie out of his grip as he willed himself to use his words instead. His hands clenched at his sides as he forced his attention away from the places that Harrington was gripping her.

“He’s right. Her mom is cool with most things, but she’ll be pissed that she got drunk enough to injure herself. She at least needs some time to sober up.” Robin conceded, drawing the attention of Harrington who observed her with confusion. “I could take her back to mine?”

“Yeah? Your parent’s cool with your friends getting too wasted to walk?” Eddie questioned, waiting a few moments for Robin to shake her head in a defeated manner.

“I’m fine!” Marcie slurred, attempting to fidget out of the tight hold. “And perfectly capable of my own choices, thank you. Put me down, Steve!”

“She can crash at mine.” Harrington suggested, ignoring the squirming of the girl on his shoulder despite Robin’s obvious disapproval. “I’ve got a spare room and my parents are away. I’ll drive her home in the morning. No harm, no foul.”

“Absolutely not!” Eddie growled, his voice filled with an intensity that caused both of the people before him to flinch. “Look, I’m the one who lives closest. I’ll drive her back to mine, she can put her foot on ice, hang until she’s sobered up and walk back when she’s ready.”

Marcie’s friends turned to face him with scepticism, as if they were aware of something that he was not. They didn’t answer this suggestion for a few moments, instead peering at each other in silent conversation, until Marcie gagged from being held on her stomach and Robin grew tired of watching Harrington hold her captive.

“Steve, put her down before she pukes all over you.” She warned, reaching out to assist him in lowering her to the ground delicately so that she wouldn’t fall. “I can tell my parents I’m staying at Marcie’s and come back with you. You’ve still got a few movies from the store to catch up on. We can make it into a sleepover. What do you think, Marce?”

There was something about the way that Robin pushed this idea on her friend, gripping her shoulders to focus her attention, that didn’t sit right with Eddie. Behind her, Harrington gave her a meaningful look too, as if they were both encouraging her toward the decision. Though he was sure that their intentions were good, he couldn’t deny the feeling that she wasn’t being given a choice and couldn’t understand why they would blatantly ignore his offer.

“Guys, as much as I love your company between work and school, I think I’ve seen quite enough of you lately.” Marcie answered, her words bleeding into each other from the effects of the whiskey. “I want to go with Eddie. He’ll take care of me.” 

For a few moments, Eddie faltered as she turned her half lidded gaze to him with a dozy smile. His heart skipped a beat, hardly able to believe that she had so clearly chosen him and he couldn’t help returning her smile.

“If that’s what you want, then I’d be happy to have you.” He offered, relishing the way that her eyes lit up at his words. “She can take my bed if needed. It’s only a short walk home and Wayne’s working tonight so no one even has to know that she was there.”

“Oh, I’m sure her mom would love that.” Robin grumbled, her arms crossed over her chest as she seemed to struggle to decide whether she was more annoyed by his behaviour, or Marcie’s.

“Actually, she’s pretty cool about her staying out, as long as she’s kept updated. Just pass a message that she’s staying at yours. Her mom won’t even care.” He countered, noticing that Robin didn’t seem convinced. “She slept at mine when she got spiked, too. I know how to cover for her. It’ll just sound better coming from you.”

Harrington nudged her side, quirking his brow in silent question and Robin sighed in defeat as she noticed that her friend was still smiling at Eddie in delight.

“It’s her decision. She trusts him, she said she wants to go with him, so we should respect that.” Harrington muttered, barely loud enough for Eddie to hear as he leaned closer to check on Marcie.

“I parked at the back to load up the equipment. You gonna be okay to walk that far?” He asked in a hushed tone, and she rolled her eyes.

“I only sprained my ankle, Eddie.” She chuckled, shaking her head at his concern. “It might take me a bit longer than usual, but the fresh air will do me some good anyway.”

“If you say so. I just didn’t want anyone accusing me of not treating a lady in the way that I should.” He teased, winking at her and noticing that a rosy blush spread across her cheeks.

“You wouldn’t know what to do with a lady, even if you found one.” She retorted, issuing a challenge without even realising it.

“Fine. She’s all yours.” Robin announced, turning back from whispering with her conspirator and Eddie couldn’t prevent a smug smile from spreading across his face.

“Alright, my lady. Your chariot awaits!” He announced, dipping down to meet her before she could protest.

When he lifted her from the ground he made a point of demonstrating that his treatment of her was far more careful than Harrington’s had been. He balanced her in a bridal style carry, pausing for a moment to reestablish his balance from the additional weight before navigating only slightly clumsily out of the door.

“You’re a nutcase, Munson!” Marcie giggled in his embrace.

Her arms came to rest around his shoulders and her head nuzzled into his neck, as if she were hiding from the cold of the nighttime air. It was strangely nostalgic to have her this close to him, but he knew that he couldn’t show too much joy for this situation as he felt her two friends following closely behind.

When he reached the van, he lowered her into the passenger seat, taking extra care to ensure that he didn’t bump her injured foot and turned to find Robin lurking behind him as if she was waiting to check on her. In a bid to keep the peace, he stepped aside to allow them to catch up whilst Harrington seized the opportunity to grill him on everything he’d had to drink tonight to prove that he was safe to drive.

Stepping closer to the van, Robin leaned against the door to examine her clearly incapacitated friend. Although she knew that she had promised not to hold her responsible for the events of the evening, she couldn’t help feeling as if she had somehow let her down by allowing her to end up in Eddie’s care and for her own peace of mind, she needed to confirm one final time that this was the correct decision. 

“Are you sure you’re good with this, Marcie?” She asked quietly, her brows knitting together in concern. “I thought you didn’t want to be alone with Eddie?” She questioned, noticing that in her current state Marcie seemed thoroughly confused at this suggestion.

“Eddie will look after me! Eddie always looks after me.” She stated in a tone of minor offence, but seeming to notice the worry in her friend’s face, she flashed her an understanding smile. “I’ll be fine, Robs. I promise. I’m just having a moment of weakness. This isn’t your fault. I’m not mad at you and I won’t be tomorrow. You can go home.”

Though reassured by her surprisingly clear consent, Robin hesitated for a few moments longer until she noticed Eddie making his way around to the driver's side. She quickly checked her friend's seatbelt, then faced her with a forced smile.

“Alright, Marce. You deserve a night off from your heartbreak.” She breathed, despite a tightening in her chest. “But if he does anything to upset you, I’m going to take a page from your book and come after him with a baseball bat. Capiche?”

“Capiche.” Marcie laughed. “Night, Robs.”

♫  ♠  ♫

Eddie had his hands literally full with attempting to coordinate unlocking the door to his trailer, whilst also keeping Marcie upright. With only one hand available to grip her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and clung to her hip as she sagged against him, mentally willing the door to give him a break.

Unfortunately for him, the fresh air had only caused the alcohol in her system to take further effect and she seemed significantly more drunk than she had at the bar. Now he had her complete lack of inhibitions to contend with alongside her injury.

Without warning, the door swung open and they practically fell inside, Eddie barely managing to catch Marcie before she face-planted the floor. He paused to prop her against a wall, instructing her not to move before turning back to lock up for the night.

He was so distracted with the task that he failed to even notice her moving around behind him. In fact, he was practically completely lost in his own thoughts on his next move as he seemed to only just have considered how strange this situation was after she had been avoiding him for weeks. 

It occurred to him now that he might have scored the perfect opportunity to ply the truth from her, but a small, niggling part of him wondered if the truth was really something that he wanted to hear. Not fully present in the moment, Eddie turned slowly toward the living room and slid off his denim jacket, followed by his leather jacket, throwing them both onto the couch where he realised he would likely be sleeping tonight. 

It was only when he spun back to where Marcie had been standing that it dawned on him something was wrong, something he never would have imagined in a million years would happen to him. He froze to the spot, his eyes widening to an extent that he was sure they hadn’t ever before.

In the time that she’d been unsupervised, Marcie had dropped her jeans to the ground and stepped out of them. Her t-shirt was already making its way over her head, thankfully giving way to a tight silk camisole that protected at least some of her modesty. However, the length of this garment failed to cover the very small pair of black lace panties that were currently on display to him, cutting over her perfect ass in a way that made his mouth fall open.

Eddie wanted to speak, to say anything to interrupt her, but the words seemed to fail him. He stuttered the syllables, desperate to prove to himself that he wasn’t a creep, but no sound emerged. Instead, he found himself staring as she threaded her hands under the delicate straps of her cami to fish out a bra that matched the panties, throwing it onto a dining chair in a mind blowing method that somehow kept her breasts covered the entire time.

Unable to allow this to continue any further, Eddie suddenly sprung into action as he leapt forward to grab her arms before she could remove anything else.

“Woah, woah!” He cried as he hurried into her space and she startled as if she had only just realised that he was present. “Christ, stop! What are you doing?”

“Eddie!” She gasped in surprise. “Don’t be a perv! Get out of my room.” She slurred her words, but the annoyance in her face cracked some of the tension between them.

“You’re in my trailer, Marce.” He chuckled, before his gaze was drawn downward by her attempting to cross her arms over herself despite her complete lack of coordination.

Through the thin fabric of the cami, Eddie caught sight of something he knew he absolutely should not have seen. The smallest sparkle of silver was visible on either side of her chest, its placement easily translating to Eddie who had spent more than his fair share of time staring at alternative models in magazines.

Eddie’s mouth rapidly became dry and he struggled to swallow the lump that had risen in his throat. He willed himself not to stare, already noticing that his pants seemed tighter and he shifted his grip on Marcie to hold her slightly further from him. He strained to think about anything other than the undeniable nipple piercings she had that were wreaking havoc on his mind, tearing his gaze from her altogether before he could say or do anything that he would later regret.

“Fuck me.” He cursed under his breath as he released her to search the room for anything that could remove the distraction.

At the bottom of a pile of old clothes, he managed to find a practically vintage trucker t-shirt of Wayne’s that was several sizes too big. Throwing it roughly over Marcie’s head, he was relieved to find that it covered both the piercings and her panties, the length coming down to her knees on her thin frame. 

“Better.” He choked out in a voice that was obviously strained, but Marcie seemed entirely too inebriated to notice. “Come on. You need some sleep.”

“M’not tired.” She grumbled, rubbing at her eyes and spreading an exceptional amount of black eye shadow all over the back of her hand.

Despite already being stained with more substances than Eddie cared to name, he worried how his sheets would fare against this amount of dark makeup. Unsure what he would be able to supply to assist in properly removing it, he decided that it was better for her to discover tomorrow morning that he’d at least tried to meet her needs.

With a heavy sigh, he wrapped an arm around her waist to lead her toward the bathroom. Squeezing into the tight space, he leaned her against the counter and busied himself with searching for a clean washcloth. After soaking it under the tap, he returned his attention to her face as he attempted to push aside her unruly locks. 

“You have so much hair.” He remarked, pushing as much as he could behind her ears to prevent drenching her. 

“Rich coming from you.” She scoffed and he could only smile at this entirely fair retaliation. 

“Alright. Sit still. I need to get some of this war paint off.” 

Marcie attempted to argue with him, but was quickly silenced when he pushed the cloth to her face. Regardless of his best efforts to be delicate, he couldn’t help some degree of clumsiness in his movements. The more that he wiped at her skin, the more the makeup seemed to simply push around and when he rinsed the cloth under the water, he chuckled under his breath at the state of her.

Instead of revealing clean skin as he’d hoped, she now resembled a child who had been wearing face paint in the hot summer sun. Concentrating his energy on the black eyeshadow and dark lipstick that would undoubtedly get everywhere, he managed to remove a reasonable amount, but eventually had to accept that soap and water couldn’t hold up against the staining under her eyes. 

When he finished, he rinsed the cloth again of the murky water, before he was distracted at the sight of the only hair tie that he owned. He spun Marcie around to face the mirror so that he could go to battle against her waist length locks. 

“Eddie! What did you do?” She slurred, leaning closer to the mirror whilst he gently yanked her back by her hair. “I look like a panda!” 

“Pandas are cute.” He chuckled, but the moment he removed his grip on her when he finished his task, she whipped around to flash him an annoyed pout. “Only so much I can do with soap and water. I don’t exactly have many lady visitors, Marce. You can’t say I didn’t try.” 

Marcie moved to storm out of the bathroom, but lost her balance almost immediately and Eddie shook his head as he swooped her into his arms again. 

“Easy, Sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.” 

It was a challenge to navigate the narrow halls of the trailer with her laid across his chest, but he stuck with it anyway, knowing that it would take far longer to herd her back toward the bedroom. He almost tripped over the mess of clothes on the floor, barging his way over to the bed where he lowered her down as if she was made of glass. 

Finally tired enough to stop fighting him, Marcie sank into place as he lifted the covers over her in satisfaction. Her eyelids began to flutter closed from the moment that her head hit the pillow and he couldn’t resist hesitating for a moment, gently stroking the hair back from her face. However, when he turned to leave, she startled awake. 

“Where are you going?” She gasped, gripping onto his wrist with as much strength as she could muster and he spun back around to face her with a fond smile. 

“The couch.” He stated in a nonchalant manner. “You can have the bed, my lady.” 

“No. I don’t want you to go.” She slurred, causing Eddie to freeze to the spot for the second time tonight. 

Her brows were furrowed together with stubbornness, as if she hadn’t imagined for a second that he would leave her until now. By stark contrast, he had been deadly serious when he advised her friends of the sleeping arrangements. Sure, they had shared a bed before, but things were different nowadays. He hadn’t considered doing that again tonight at all and the very thought caused him to gulp. 

“I’m not gonna be far, Marce. Just the other side of the trailer.” He chuckled awkwardly, but her expression was unmoved. “You’re really drunk and I’m trying to respect your space. I really don’t mind the couch.” 

“But…I don’t want to be alone.” She admitted, her determination giving way to a vulnerability that caused his breath to catch in his throat. “Please stay with me, Eddie. Like old times.” 

Eddie’s stomach flipped at her words, his mind struggling to decide what the moral thing was to do. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been in this exact situation with her in the past. He’d slept at her side when she got spiked, despite being sober himself, but that was mostly because he was afraid she might choke to death during the night. Then there was the night when the power went out and she ran to his trailer in fear of the storm. She’d demonstrated that she was comfortable with this arrangement before, but since she’d been avoiding him, he was unsure whether she would regret it in the morning.

He fidgeted on the spot as he agonised over the decision, but when his eyes met hers again, he felt his resolve begin to crumble. There was a sadness in them that he hadn’t seen before, something deep and hidden that made it almost impossible to deny her. He glanced back toward the couch again, before a defeated sigh left his lips. 

“Alright. You win.” He mumbled, watching as visible relief washed over her. 

Eddie switched off the light then removed his jeans, leaving his T-shirt on. He nudged Marcie to move her over so that he could climb in beside her, and was careful to ensure that he left plenty of space between them. It felt strange to stay so far apart, when they had spent the night snuggled into each other for warmth one winter when they couldn’t afford to heat the trailers. 

In the silence of the night, he stared at the ceiling unable to sleep. Where this would previously have been comfortable, he found himself feeling self conscious, worrying that he might have overstepped by bringing her to his home at all. The only sound to distract his wandering mind was Marcie’s breathing that grew steadily deeper and slower. 

Eddie couldn’t be sure how long they had laid there, when she shuffled closer to his side. Delicately, she leaned her head against his shoulder, one of her hands wrapping around his upper arm in a reserved embrace. Without thinking, he leaned his head toward her too, his jaw coming to rest on the top of her head and allowing him to breathe in the sweet scent of her hair. 

“I miss this.” She whispered, her voice barely even registering against the crushing silence of his bedroom. 

“Me too.” 

The confession escaped before he could stop himself, relieved when he felt her smile against him. Her breathing grew heavier still, indicating that she was battling against sleep and he debated whether it would be taking advantage of her condition to ask why she had been avoiding him. 

“I wish it could be like this all the time.” She admitted in a slow, sleepy voice and Eddie couldn’t resist the opportunity that she had presented him with.

“It can.” He muttered. “I don’t know why it ever changed.” 

“Because of the secret.” She slurred between deep sighs that almost sounded as if she was talking in her sleep. 

“What?” He questioned, his stomach dropping with nerves. “What secret?”

After a few moments without a response, he lifted his head to glance down at her, only to find that she had finally succumbed to her alcohol driven exhaustion. Eddie cursed under his breath. If he had thought that he was going to struggle to sleep before, he had no idea how energised this teasing comment would make him. 

He looked down at her dozing off, her face tucked into him as if it was the most comfortable place that she could be. It was the longest that he’d ever been able to stare at her, especially this close. Even with her hair messed up and eyeliner smeared down her face, he couldn’t help thinking how beautiful she was. It took a few more moments of admiring her before he acknowledged that a fleeting thought of kissing her at the back of his mind had grown to be all consuming. 

Wait. Shit! 

This was Marcie he was thinking about. The same girl who had given him wedgies when they were kids; the one who stuck chopsticks in her mouth and did walrus impressions; who almost got arrested with him one summer for a ridiculous firework prank and got sick on the waltzers at the last fair. She was his best friend, his partner in crime. He couldn’t ever risk doing anything to jeopardise what they had. 

However, he couldn’t deny what he felt as he noticed how peaceful she looked sleeping on his shoulder. He wanted to kiss her. 

Now that he considered it, it wasn’t the first time this thought had occurred to him. There had been numerous moments in the last few years where he had found himself wondering what it would be like to cross the boundary of friendship. Each time they had come close, it had been harder to pull himself back from the edge. The last time she slept over, he’d had to put himself through a cold shower after she left to try to clear his head. 

As hard as he tried to deny that anything had changed between them, he supposed it wasn’t unreasonable for him to have doubts. She was arguably the only person who he had allowed to get close to him in his entire life. She knew his darkest secrets, and he knew hers. They had comforted each other during the worst times, celebrated together during the best. It was inevitable that she would become important to him and it was only natural that he might wonder at the nature of their bond. It didn’t have to mean that he wanted more. 

Marcie shuffled closer in her sleep, her arm draping across his waist and he lifted his arm to allow her to snuggle into his chest. At this angle her head tilted slightly toward him, positioning her face exactly into the moonlight that streamed in through the window. 

In the dim light of the room, Eddie found himself utterly fixated on her lips. He was consumed by the thought of kissing her, acutely aware of every part where their bodies touched. Delicately, he reached out to tuck her fuzzy hair behind her ear, lingering his touch for a few seconds on her jaw. 

Her lips parted for a moment, a drunken mutter escaping that he couldn’t quite make out. His heart leapt into his throat as he replayed the sound in his mind and was almost able to convince himself that she had said his name. He watched as her lashes fluttered indicating that she was dreaming, only finding himself hoping that it was about him. 

Regardless of what he might tell himself, one thing was clear to Eddie at that moment: he had already passed the boundary of friendship a long time ago.

[ladyartemesia]

TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

Author’s Note: This story would not be here without the love, support and friendship of my incredible support system. You talk with me, you laugh with me, you listen when I’m crying, and you read my chaotic drafts when I am ready to pull my hair out of my head in frustration. I love you all. @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen @lemonjoonah. ALSO thank you to each and every one of you who encouraged me to post this story. This fic is dedicated to all of you as a token of my love and appreciation. Your support keeps me writing. Never doubt that for a second.

“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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The Seal Of Zeal (2/3)

Book : Open Heart (set post book 3)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Series Summary : Ethan Ramsey and Meera Bose do not back down from challenges. But what happens when they challenge each other?

Chapter Summary : Ethan and Meera find it difficult to schedule a date night because of the demands of their new roles, until Meera proposes a plan.

Category : Fluff

Warnings : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 1209

Trope : And they were in the Office...

A/N : Hello and welcome back everybody! I so wanted to post this last week but it got very hectic, so better late than never. This is also my early submission for @choicesmonthlychallengejune2022 day 9 : date. Hope you all enjoy this one as well. Happy Reading! ❤️

Catch up on part 1!

Meera got into the car almost half asleep and let out a long sigh. 

"You look like you had a rough night," Ethan said pulling out of the apartment garage. 

"Says the man who has dark circles deeper than the Grand Canyon." 

"Ouch! That was rude!" Ethan tried feigning offense but ultimately broke into a laugh. Meera joined in a few seconds later.

"I feel like I haven't laughed this much in forever," she said regaining her breath. 

"Yeah tell me about it. Everyday I open my eyes and dread going into work because I'll have to see the fake smiling faces of the board members, and paperwork keeps getting more and more everyday!" 

"Ahh! Paperwork. Is. Literally. The. Worst. I have reached the point where I can't bear the sight of my own signature. Is it possible? Can you be disgusted by your own signature?" 

"Hmm, I think it is," Ethan chuckled. 

"You know, this reminds me we haven't had a date night in ages." 

"Really? Didn't we check out that food carnival like last week?" 

"It's been three weeks to that old man." 

"Wow! Three weeks is a really long time. We should rectify that at the earliest tell me when you are free this week?" Ethan said pulling into the hospital driveway. 

"I am not on call Tuesday and I think I get off early Friday," Meera checked her calendar. 

"No, that doesn't work with me, I can move around somethings and get out on Saturday and maybe Thursday if I am lucky." Ethan checked his. "I'll see if I can reassign some of your cases so that you can get Saturday off." 

"Sorry, won't work, I have a consult at Mass Gen and they have been trying to have me over for weeks. Why don't You make things work for Friday." 

"I would if I could, but the CEO of this med-tech company will be in town only on Friday and the board wants me to have dinner with him." Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose getting out of the car. 

"Great so my boyfriend is now going on dates with some CEO?" Meera chuckled following suit. 

"Come on Meera, meet me halfway here." 

"Halfway? I am dealing with life or death here!" 

The couple walked into the busy hospital atrium. 

"Hey round with interns in five," Jackie shouted walking past Meera. 

"Will be there!" 

"Chief Ramsey someone from HR has been asking for you," Ethan's assistant Margaret walked upto him. 

"I'll see them in my office in ten." 

"Hey I have a new pro-Bono case for the DT I wanted to discuss with you," Harper said crossing the atrium to meet Meera. 

"Let's assemble the team after rounds, will go through it then." 

"Sir Mrs. Wilson's lawsuit has been settled we just need you to sign the paperwork." 

"That's great! Keep it ready for me in my office." 

"Meera I need a consult for a kid up in peds, you can't say no," Sienna said handing both of them coffee and cookies. 

"How can I when your cookie is my breakfast? I'll page you when I'm done with the DT." 

"You are the best," Sienna smiled curtly at them and dissappeared. 

"Medicure pharma wants to let you know that their offer stands if you change your mind." 

"Margaret let them know that Ethan Ramsey doesn't change his mind." 

Margaret nods running up the stairs. 

Ethan and Meera get into the elevator, and let out long sighs. 

"So you ready for your day?" Meera asks. 

"Doesn't leave me with a choice of not being ready," Ethan replies. 

"You know I was thinking why don't we add a little more fun into our day?" 

Ethan looked at his girlfriend puzzled. 

"Whoever finishes with their itenary and clocks out first can decide the day for the date night and the other has to make time for that." 

Ethan's blue eyes sparkled mischievously, "you are a freaking genius." 

"Well I know, thank you very much," Meera gave a little bow as the elevator stopped at her floor with the familiar beep. Ethan cupped her face and pressed his lips to her one last time before parting ways. 

Meera stepped out, "just so you know this genius brain is going to figure out all of her cases in no time and make you change your schedule." 

"We'll see about that," Ethan said just as the elevator doors closed. 

Meera walked toward her office with newfound motivation and joy. 

The day zoomed by. Meera's brain was working at its fullest. She went through rounds, met with the DT and completed Sienna' s consult in no time. She returned to her office and started with paperwork without stopping for coffee. She didn't need coffee when the adrenaline from her impending win was pulsating through her nerves. 

Soon the sun had set over the Boston horizon and Meera put her signature on the very last paper. She threw her hands in joy and looked at the time, it was half past eight and there was no way Ethan was done before her.

Without wasting a single minute Meera packed up her belongings and made her way to the elevator, doing a little happy dance to the elevator's music. Only to come up to an empty Chief's office. Ethan's assistant had informed her that he was almost done with the day's work when he got called into an emergency board meeting thirty minutes ago. This was maybe the first time Meera felt grateful for Bloom. He had ensured her win, but she missed being able to rub it in Ethan's face. 

She walked over to Ethan's empty desk, overflowing with paperwork. She looked at the framed picture of her in the dog park that was kept on one side of the table. This man was whipped, she thought. 

On the other side she noticed a huge white box with a leading pharmaceutical company's name on it. Filled with curiosity she opened it to reveal a huge spread of donuts. Being chief came with its perks, she chuckled. 

Her stomach growled, reminding that the adrenaline of the day made her forget to take a break for lunch. She picked up the box of donuts and walked over to the couch, making herself comfortable. 

A couple of hours later Ethan walked out of the conference room, head throbbing with pain. He looked down at his wrist watch taking quick steps towards the elevator. There was no way he was beating Meera now. 

Ethan walked into his office and was welcomed by a soft musical snoring. His eyes made a quick scan before finding the source, his girlfriend, asleep on the couch with an almost finished box of donuts laying on the ground. 

He smiled, she looked so peaceful and cute, but he couldn't help but click a few quick pictures which he knew Varma and Lahela would definitely appreciate. He nudged Meera awake. It took her a few seconds to break the trance before groggily saying, "I won, you lost." 

"I know," he replied, "but let's get you home first," he put down an endearing kiss on her forehead, already cooking up an excuse for the board on missing the dinner with the CEO.

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「☆ about the writer ☆」

hi! i’m anny, i’m an indian-american. bisexual/demisexual, twenty-something year old getting my doctorate in clinical psychology and just trying to hold my life together by the seams.

i’m a double taurus with pretty bad social anxiety. i’m pretty scared to initiate friendship but once i’m there i’ll never leave you alone. so please feel free to spam me with asks and messages!

i tend to hyperfixate on things in typical nd fashion. my current main interests include (but are not limited to):

stray kids (obv)

i bias minho and seungmin but i am definitely ot8 and am wrecked by the other 6 on a daily basis

jujutsu kaisen

honkai star rail and genshin impact

i’m a huge fan of keith harig and his artwork. i love talking about crime and the human brain. i have 25+ tattoos and 15 piercings and i only see those numbers increasing in the future. i operate out of the eastern time zone but with my sleep schedule you couldn’t tell. i also stan ateez (hongjoong/seonghwa bias), monsta x (changkyun bias), and enhyphen (jake/heesung/jungwon bias) but i don’t see myself ever writing for those groups. but i do love them. i'm also a gg fiend i love women wow women beautiful.

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“Wanna Be”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 4.5 | Part 5

A/N: Holy heck, I’m finally making some progress with this!

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,475

Pairing: Teenager!Will Miller x OFC; Teenager!Will Miller & Teenager!F!reader (I don’t know if I properly labeled this)

Contains: pining, teenage shenanigans

The dismissal bell rings and the decorated hallways get flooded with people as they try to get to their lockers and the next class. Flyers are posted around that remind you of prom. It's weeks away and you've yet to find a date. Maybe you just won't go. Prom is overrated anyways. They're for the cool kids and you don't consider yourself one of them. How you still remain close friends with the Miller brothers is still a mystery to you with Will and Benny being the stars of their respective baseball and wrestling teams, and your extracurricular activities involve reading and writing. You never really got into sports, unless you count backyard wrestling with Benny or wiffle ball with the neighborhood kids, but as time passed, people branched off and formed new groups of friends or moved away. The friendship between you and the Miller brothers however, despite your differences in social statuses in school, stayed the same.

When you get to your locker, you open it and find a note taped inside. This doesn't surprise you. You and Will have a system of slipping notes into each other's lockers between classes. Since you two have completely different schedules, that's how you communicate with each other throughout the day. You remove it from the piece of tape it is hanging off of and unfold the small sheet of paper.

"Miss you, dork. We're still good for Friday? ☐ Yes, you are the rightful Mario Kart champion ☐ No, I am not ready to admit defeat"

The note puts a big smile on your face. Between Will's baseball practices and games, school work and spending time with Angela, you and Will have been seeing less of each other despite living so close. You also have been busy dealing with school stuff, preparing for SATs and applying to colleges. You pull out your pen and check "yes" but cross off the rest of the answer. You fold the note back up and use the same piece of tape on it. You close your locker and jump when you unexpectedly find Benny standing behind the locker door.

"Jesus Christ, Benny!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Benny says.

"What's up, kiddo?" you reach your hand up and ruffle his hair.

"I'm not a kid!" Benny swats your hand away and fixes his hair. "You got a prom date yet?"

"No, I haven't, but I don't know if I want to go anymore anyways," you shrug.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Benny says. "I've already decided I'm gonna be your date."

"Benny, I can't ask you to--"

"Yes you can. That’s what friends are for. Besides, I've already said no to all the other girls who asked me."

You cross your arms and roll your eyes.

"Bros before hoes." Benny lightly punches your arm.

You give him a knowing look.

"Yeah, yeah I know. It's not nice to call girls hoes, but you know what I meant." Ben rolls his eyes. "I gotta get to class," Ben glances at his watch.

"Promise not to make a fool of yourself?" you ask Benny as he starts to walk away.

"Nope! Can't make that promise." Benny continues walking down the hall until he turns around. "But I can promise a fun time!" Benny shouts.

You smirk and shake your head. As you make your way to class, you make sure to pass by Will's locker to slip the note into it. ************************************** You and Will are neck and neck alternating between first and second place on Rainbow Road. It's the last lap and the two of you are seconds away from the finish line when suddenly the screen flashes and you’re both shrunken and now find yourselves in 7th and 8th place.

"What the heck man?" Will shouts.

"Ha!" Benny shouts, who placed at 3rd place.

"That was you?" you ask him with wide eyes.

"That's right. Don't sleep on Benny Miller!" Ben throws his arms up.

“Okay, that was dumb luck,” Will says, putting his controller down.

“Doesn’t matter. I still won!” Benny starts doing a victory dance.

"BENNY! GARY AND CHARLES ARE HERE!" Mrs. Miller shouts from the first floor.

"Come on, he won fair and square," you tell Will, the both of you still sitting on the floor in front of the TV.

"That's right, partner!" Benny puts the palms of his hands up to you and you high five him. "But I gotta go now. You guys can duke out for second place." Benny runs out of Will's bedroom to go greet his friends.

"Partner?" Will raises an eyebrow at you.

"He's my prom date," you chuckle.

"Ahh. Congratulations!"

"Thank you?" you chuckle. "Speaking of congratulating, why didn't you tell me you got into your first choice? I overheard your mom talking about it before. Congrats!"

"Thanks, but..." Will shakes his head. "I'm not going there."

"What? You were dying to go there! What school are you going to then?"

"None."

"Then what are your post-graduate plans? Helping your parents out at the hardware store?" you ask, wondering.

"I'm gonna join the army. In fact, I got the acceptance letter a few days ago," Will answers matter-of-factly.

"What? Since when did you want to join the army?" you ask incredulously, turning your body to him.

"I've thought about it for a while," Will shrugs. "Honestly, college was just a back-up plan if I didn’t get in."

"When are you leaving?"

"A week after graduation." Will shifts his position, stretching his legs out in front of him and bringing his arms behind him, leaning on them for support.

"Well, you did say you've always wanted to see the world," you say. "Guess it's happening."

"I know we said we'd do it together, but--"

"You can get a head start. I'll catch up to you," you smile at him.

The two of you have talked about traveling the world together since you were kids. Both of you wanted to see what else the world has to offer outside of Red Feather Lakes.

"But what about you and Angela?"

"Um, I haven't told her yet," Will exhales.

"What the heck, Will? What are you waiting for?" You sit up straighter, looking at him.

"I just don't know how she would react." Will shrugs. “She’s under the impression we’re going to the same school.”

"There's only one way to find out. Dude, we're like two months out from graduation. Are you going to tell her the day before you have to leave?"

"I’m going to tell her after prom. Let her enjoy that at least before we have the talk."

"Well, congratulations. You're gonna make everyone proud." You lean into Will to hug him and he hugs back.

"Thank you." Will smiles.

As the two of you pull away, you lose your balance and fall on top of Will, knocking him over in the process. The two of you laugh as you're lying on top of his chest and belly. You try to adjust your body and push yourself off him, but another laughing fit causes you to fall on him again. You find your face hanging inches above his and you notice his laughing slows down to a stare as he studies your face.

"What?" you ask, as you try to control your laughter.

The sound of a car pulling up into the driveway catches Will's attention.

"Oh, shit! Angela's here." Will quickly scrambles from beneath you as you move yourself off him.

"I remain champion!" You say as you get to your feet. You offer your hand down to him and he takes it as you help pull him off the floor.

"That round didn't count," Will says, getting to his feet. "Benny winning was an anomaly."

"Yeah, but I still beat you. I was seventh and you were eighth place," you point out.

"Nope. Re-match."

You roll your eyes.

Hearing Mrs. Miller opening the door for Angela, you and Will start heading downstairs.

"Oh, hey!" Angela looks at the two of you almost surprised as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey, Angela!" you reply, then look over at Will. "Well, see later, loser." You ruffle the top of his hair.

"When you get home--" Will starts.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Good night, guys! Good night, Mrs. Miller!"

You walk out the door and stroll back to your house, and then head straight to your room. Seeing Will and Angela's silhouettes by the window, you flip your light switch on and off a few times before leaving them on. You walk over to your window to shut the shades before grabbing your portable CD player and headphones. You head over to your bed and pull out a notebook from your nightstand then get comfortable on the bed before putting your headphones on to listen to music as you write.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

hiii hope ur doing well

could i request a fluffy scenario or timestamp for soobin from txt where yn is taking care of their baby and he's just sitting there wondering how he got so lucky and like could u pls include a backhug somewhere IM A SUCKER FR THEM

hope you have great day byeeeeee

Hiii I am doing well! I hope you are also <3 but yes you can indeed request this because I too am a SUCKER FOR BACK HUGS and I have said once that Soobin gives the best hugs and I am sticking by that!

Hugaboo

Aged Up AU; Parents AU

TW: None

Y/N Pronouns: Not specified

Genre: Fluff

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Word Count: 1.3K

"Oops, careful," you swiftly picked up your son before he could stumble on the soft play blocks. You placed him safely on the ground and quickly turned around to grab the stack of books that had fallen over before your daughter had the chance to even waddle towards them. "Oh, dear," yous hands flew to the ground as she stumbled and fell backwards, easily landing in your hands. "You're both so restless today, is there a special event that I don't know about?" You joked with yourself. With high-pitched giggles and babbles you slowly laid on the floor and left the twins to their own devices, much of which involved walking on and around you. You sighed and sat back up, the twins staring at you with wide eyes. One a boy and another a girl, for the time being, at least, it's up to them how they identify.

Once they figure out what that means, at the very least.

The boy, Minjae, was the oldest by about ten minutes, and, from what you've heard, he takes the most after you. The girl, Minju, was the youngest and the complete opposite of her brother. Every day she seemed to resemble Soobin more and, well, when comparing their baby pictures it's hard to deny that.

Speaking of... You unlocked your phone and checked the time.

"Hmmm... dad won't be home for a few more hours," you spoke aloud. The twins stared at you with wide eyes. "More time to be with your favorite parent then!" You picked them up again with ease, something you, excuse the pun, picked up rather quickly. You placed them in the play corner of the room while you cleaned up the area.

Now would be a great time to tell a quick story. As soon as you barged into your shared bedroom with a positive pregnancy test in hand and shining eyes it was like a switch flipped in Soobin. That very next day you found half of your furniture gone along with your husband. Fear is an understatement, you were just about to call him when he returned with new sets of, and this is important, rounded furniture. Round tables, soft sofas with rounded edges, corner protectors, and everything of the sort. Soobin had completely baby-proofed the house before you were even certain the baby would even come. As hectic as it was back then, you had to admit, it was much easier to clean now.

You've been working from home much more often and have had the most time to be with them while Soobin was off on schedule, something you never faulted him for. Although, the number of texts you get throughout the day asking for a picture of the children was astronomical and, strangely enough, not mostly from him. At this rate, Soobin was afraid that Yeonjun would take the kids himself if he didn't keep an eye on them.

You chuckled softly at the thought of the two, if there was a third person the kids spent the most time with it would be their Uncle Yeonjun.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing.

"I'm home!" Your husband of three years called out.

"You're home early!" You called absently.

"Hello!" Soobin poked his head in the family room from the entry hallway. "MV shooting ended early so I decided to come straight home to see my favorite three people," he smiles. He walks into the room fully now and places his things down. You meet him halfway and press a quick kiss to his cheek. "Ahh, I couldn't stop thinking of these cuties," he bends down as soon as you were finished and claps his hands together while the twins make their way towards him. Babbling quietly, he hands them one of their stuffed bears before standing up again. "I'm going to get changed really quick, I'll be right back out," he says.

"Take your time," you watch him enter your room. Once you were sure he was busy, you walked to the kitchen, keeping a close eye on the twins as you did so and prepared the milk for the night. You opened the cabinet and scanned around for the formula before finally spotting it on the top shelf. "He always does this," you clicked your tongue and stood up on your toes to grab it. You took this time to sneak a glance at the babies, both of them playing gently with their toys, then you grabbed a hold of the tin and placed it on the counter. You prepared their bottles and placed them in the warmer before walking back to them.

"One... two... hugaboo!" You exclaimed and scooped your twins in your hands. The babies cooed in your arms while you hugged them close to you and smiled. Although, babies may be an incorrect term now, as their first birthday was nigh on the horizon and, goodness, when did they get so big? You pressed kisses to the tops of their heads and, goodness, you couldn't resist their gummy smiles and you had to hold them just a little tighter. You stood up with them still held close to you. "Are you guys hungry? It's time for bed, best we do that before you get fussy.

Unbeknownst to you, Soobin stood at the doorway of your room, leaning against the doorframe and watching his family with the warmest of feelings in his chest. How in the world did he get so lucky? When he watched you pick up the twins he couldn't stop the smile that rose on his face. He was almost envious that he didn't get to spend more time at home. But, the term "hugaboo" did spark some familiarity in him, and it was something he hadn't heard you say in a while now.

"Hugaboo is their thing now?" Soobin wraps his arms around your waist and holds you to his chest. Resting his chin on top of your head, his hands move from your waist to the top of the kids' head to give them a quick affectionate pat.

"I think it can be our thing now," you laughed. Before you and Soobin dated, there was a bit of an incident during one of the college parties you had attended that involved too many drinks, a couch, and an empty bottle of vodka. And, since then, the term "hugaboo" was something of an endearing joke between the two. "You're feeding Minjae tonight," you add with a quick chuckle.

"What? Why me? He always fusses when it's me," Soobin pouts. "Minju loves it when I feed her..."

"You and Minju are like the same person, Soobin. That's exactly why it should be you to feed Minjae," you reasoned and handed him the bottle. Soobin takes Minjae from your arms and holds him in front of him.

"Today will be the day you let dad feed you, okay? No fighting!" He says in a soft stern voice. Minjae only babbles in response. "Okay, good," Soobin smiles and nods.

"You can do it, love," you encouraged him.

"I know, I got this dad thing in the bag," Soobin agrees. But, as soon as a whimper is heard from Minjae, both of your expressions flattened. You turned around quickly.

"See you in the room, Soobin!"

"Wait- I, oh, dear," he rocked Minjae softly. "Shh, shh, it's okay," he calmed his son. "Practice makes perfect, Soobin," he quietly encourages himself.

"I love you," you called back from your room.

"I love you too," Soobin responded. "I'd love you a little more if you fed Minjae instead though," he mumbles.

"I heard that!"

"No, you didn't!"

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A Demon’s Promise Part 3:  Return the Favor

AN:  CONGRADULATIONS EVERYBODY!!! My 1000th post is the longest smut piece I’ve done to date, and I am going to hell.  Oof.

Also, hey, look, the plot is starting to peek through O.o

Characters:  Incubus!Levi, Reader

Pairing:  (Eventual) Levi x Reader

Warnings:  Language--including here in the warnings.  Hints of Angst.  SMUUUUUTTTT!!!!  Time for the kinky shit list:  Oral, Blowjobs, Anal, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Throat Fuck, Tail Play (Yup, that’s still here), Multiple Orgasms, Edging, a bit of Aftercare, Dubious Consent, No Protection (probably should have put this one on the last two chapters as well).

Word Count:  7265

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*Reader’s POV*

A thought had started to settle into your mind.  Maybe it had always been there, but buried under the intense whirlwind that was your dreams of Levi and the mind-altering pleasure that he brought you every night.  The aches and soreness after waking up, and then the bruises a bit more recently from the hickeys--any more physical, tangible evidence started to make you wonder if it really was just a rash of extremely kinky dreams.

Of course, that was impossible...but the idea was there nonetheless, lurking in the back of your mind.  Even though you didn’t believe they were real, it was still something that was there, and apparently it was present enough to influence some decisions of yours.

For example, all these nights he came, he was always focused on you, on giving you pleasure.  But after that unexpected thing with the tail, when you’d seen his control slip in the face of true pleasure, you’d realized you hadn’t really been given the chance to do anything for him in return.  Besides what he had you do in the course of whatever sexy thing you were doing for the night, but it was always aimed towards getting you more riled up, or keeping him hard--or semi-clean and not so sticky at the end.  You never once laid him down, and focused on him for a change--and he never once asked for it.  You didn’t even think it was something on his mind, a thought or a possibility on his radar.  He was so focused on servicing you, but for some reason thought nothing of servicing himself.

Besides that breeding kink of his that came into play with every dream.  Was that some weird way of your subconscious telling you that you wanted kids or something?

Actually, the more you thought about it, whenever he orgasmed, it was always inside you--buried deep inside your pussy.  Not down your throat, not when he was buried up your ass, not pulling out and onto your stomach, it was always buried inside you.

Again, probably part of that breeding kink, or maybe he was also into cockwarming.

Why were you here thinking about the man in your dreams like he was an actual person, he was literally a wet dream fantasy your brain had cooked up recently and wouldn’t stop sending to your sleeping mind.

At least, that was the more rational, reasonable explanation you had, but not one that fit the physical signs of sex in the mornings after.

In fact, it had gotten so bad, you were scheduling a doctor’s appointment to see if you were a rare case of sexsomnia or something--the idea came to you after you saw it on a medical drama playing on TV in the background while you made your dinner.  Something was happening with you, and you figured it was about time to seek medical help in figuring out what was going on.

But that was still a few days away, and there were still several steamy nights with Levi to spend before getting to the bottom of what was medically going on with you to have continuous wet dreams.  For now, the appointment was far from your mind, as this time when you drifted off to sleep and inevitably towards a dream of Levi, you had a goal for the first time.

Your mind was only in darkness for what felt like a few seconds before you felt the weight of a body against yours, the feel of lips along your jaw and a hand running along your stomach and down in between your legs to already start rubbing you through the fabric of your panties.

Someone was impatient, tonight.  Too bad for him--you’d been talking yourself up to this considering the raw sexual energy Levi exuded in your dreams was rather intimidating, and you were not going to let yourself chicken out at the last minute.

“Levi…” you murmured as you were roused from your sleep, eyes fluttering open to stare upwards at the canopy of the black satin bed you were almost always inside.  The sight disappeared as Levi shifted to lean over you, his eyes filling your vision for a few seconds before he kissed you, sparking a heady and almost lethargic sensation inside you as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, feeling his well-sculpted body pressing up against yours, fingers prodding underneath your panties to already start fingering you.

He was really trying to get right to it, tonight, wasn’t he?

It was only through sheer force of will that you managed to pull back from his heady kiss, gasping slightly as if you’d been drowning and blinking as if to disperse a fog as you focused back on the goal you had in mind.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you murmured, and Levi froze, staring warily at you as you tried to regain your bearings.  He went in as if to kiss you again before you could say anything else, before you could regain your thoughts, and even though you came in to kiss him, moaning at the feel of his fingers already delving between your folds as his tongue swept into your mouth, you managed to gasp out your request around your very heated kiss.

“I want...to try something tonight,” you murmured, and you felt some of the tension from a few moments ago melt out of his shoulders at the admission.

“Someone feeling adventurous?” Levi asked in a low voice, pulling his head back just enough to speak before he trapped your lip between his teeth and gave a little pull, one of his fingers sliding inside you and earning a low moan, his thumb drawing dangerously close to your clit.

No, no, you were going to take charge here, you had a purpose, and he was not going to distract you from it in his insistence to always focus on your sexual needs.

It was his turn.

Your hand tangled deep in his hair, clutching at his head as you kissed him fiercely, leaning up into him and attempting to push him over onto his back so you were on top.  It...didn’t work out.  Too much muscle and a surprising amount of strength despite his small structure.  He simply returned the fervor you brought to the table, body pressing tightly against yours, breathing picking up as the kiss grew sloppy, a knee slipping between your legs to spread you open for him…

You didn’t have control of this moment, but you needed it.  As much as you usually sat back and let him please you, that’s not what you were aiming for tonight.  This was a dream, though, right?  Your dream.  So if you wanted something, all you needed to do was picture it...and will it...and…

With a sudden tilt to the world that was honestly disorienting and left you reeling for a few moments, you and Levi were no longer on the bed.  You were on that couch that occasionally made an appearance for certain positions you two tried, and Levi was underneath you, with you straddling his lap and your hands resting on either side of his neck.  He broke away from the kiss almost as soon as the two of you landed in a different position, looking confused and even worried at the sudden change as he stared up at you cautiously.  Maybe even...unsettled.

“How did you--”

“My dream, right?” you answered with a small smile, your nerves making your stomach squirm as you realized your moment of truth was here.  “I want to do something different tonight,” you repeated, much more firmly than before, and a hand sliding down to his chest as a way to tell him to stay there for a second and stop making moves so you could make yours.

He was hot to the touch--not just warm, actually hot beneath your fingers, his skin unrealistically flawless, his features sharp, body chiseled.  But you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something you just couldn’t see, especially after that tail reveal last time.

Something that was missing this time, you noticed.  Or at least at the moment.  Like you only saw it when he wanted you to.  No, when you wanted to--he was a figment of your imagination, right?

Fuck, how did all this work?  None of it made any sense, yet here you were, rolling with it, trying to seduce your fantasy seducer.

Those thoughts were for another time.  All these nights, he had every chance to learn every inch of your body, memorize you inside and out, but you hadn’t had much of a chance to really explore him, to touch him, memorize his lines, make him vocalize in pleasure--beyond those few times when he got caught up in the high of an approaching orgasm, or the time you’d found how much of an erogenous zone his tail was--when you could see it.

Your hands moved slowly down his body, fingers dipping and curving upwards along his abdomen as you felt to about midway, then brought your hands back up as if to rememorize every muscle and curve before your hands glided over his shoulders--something you were already familiar with after all the times you’d clung to them--and started feeling along his arms.

He was holding still for you for the time being, but he was watching you sharply, as if trying to get in your head and figure out what you were doing.  You were just relieved he’d stopped long enough to let you start, considering how fast he normally was, leaving no time to breathe after one high before he tried out the next on your body.

The thought suddenly made you worried, and in an effort to keep him from getting bored by your slow movements, you moved in to kiss him suddenly and firmly, attempting to get your tongue to dominate and slide into his mouth unhindered for a change.  He kissed you back, but there was a surprisingly hesitant and reserved feeling about it, like he wasn’t sure how to react to what you were doing, like he was still thinking out how he was supposed to respond to this.  His arms were wrapping around your lower waist, which you let happen, feeling him pull you closer as his lips started to press harder against yours again, feeling his cock sliding against your abdomen, moving closer to your pussy…

“Mhm,” you hummed, pulling away from the kiss and dropping to his neck, shifting your hips back to avoid letting him thrust inside you.  As much as your body had practically been trained to crave his dick inside you, you needed your wits about you to start--that could come later.

Levi was tensing up again even as your lips kissed along his neck, feeling for his pulse point and attempting to put little hickeys along his skin like he had done to you.  While that was happening, your hands, which had returned to his chest, started to play with his nipples, fingers brushing in bare touches against them, hearing his breathing grow heavier and feeling his skin jump with every touch.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice gruff.  He wasn’t stopping you yet, which was a good sign, but the fact that he seemed confused that you were turning the tables and giving him attention of your own free will, that he hadn’t figured out that’s what you were doing...was it because he didn’t consider it in the realm of possibility, for someone to give him the kind of sexual attention he gave?  The thought hurt your heart a little, but considering it was an assumption and something you couldn’t ask without ruining the mood, you tabled the concern for the time being.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked with the slightest frown, seeing his jaw clench as your fingers started to idly play with his nipples like he’d done to you not too long ago.  “You always treat me so well--I want to make you feel good for once.”

To emphasize your point, you slid back in his lap, bringing your head down to trap one of his nipples with your lips and swirl it around with your tongue, giving it a few hard sucks while your other hand idly played with his other nipple.

He didn’t seem that vocal, not like he had been when you’d played with the base of his tail, but it could have been his distraction with his confusion, or the fact that he just wasn’t very vocal to start.  His breathing was more ragged, which told you this was at least doing something to him.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you back towards him and causing you to release his nipples as he pulled you close enough he could have reached out and bitten your lip without any effort on his part, his cock once more pressed against your abdomen.

“We’re not here for me, we’re here for you--your wants, your needs,” he murmured, trying to shift attention from him, his eyes locked on you.

“Fine...but what I want right now, is to give you what you want,” you answered.  This had to be the most the two of you had talked outside of during-sex talk, right?

“I want to pleasure you.  That’s what I’m here for,” Levi returned without missing a beat.  Except, the delivery wasn’t quite believable.  Something about that sentence rang hollow, like it wasn’t the full truth, just a line he said.  And while he gazed at you, you realized you couldn’t look away, you were being pulled into those blue depths, pulled in closer to his lips, body giving in even as your mind clung to your goal.

Your fingers brushed against his lips a moment before he would have sealed you in that strength sapping, hypnotic kiss of his.

“No--not what you can do for me.  Tell me what I can do for you.  It’s still your show, but tonight, I want to focus on you, not me,” you said lowly, eyes searching his willingly, and not just because something kept you drawn to them.  You came closer to him, lips brushing along his cheekbone as you moved closer to his ear, one of your hands moving slowly and lightly down his spine, noting proudly with the other hand that followed behind the first that it made goosebumps break out across that flawless skin of his.

“Let me taste your skin...let me suck on your cock...let me touch your tail and feel it against my skin again...I’ll ride your cock, your face, I’ll even eat out your ass if you ask me.  Tell me what to do to make you cum.  And at the end, just like we always do, you can breed me.  But what I want right now…”  Your hand slipped between the two of you, grasping at his cock and starting to slowly massage his length in your hand.  He grunted, a soft moan escaping him that you almost hadn’t heard.  “...Is to hear that, all night.  I want to hear you feel pleasure because of me tonight, Levi...Please...let me pleasure you.”

As you finished your words in a soft whimper, nibbling slightly on his jaw, you heard his breath hitch, and he went still.  You couldn’t understand why this was such a hard thing for him to grasp, why he hesitated, why this seemed to shake him.  Why would it be so strange for the person he’d pleasured so much to want to return the favor, at least once?  Had you done something wrong?  Had you said something to upset him without realizing it?  Should you just lay back and let him go about his original plans for the night?

And if this was your dream, and he was a man conjured up by your mind, why would he hesitate and resist to do what you wanted like this?  

Trying to coax him into reacting since his silence was making you nervous, you carefully started kissing along his skin, moving lower and lower, feeling his eyes follow you even though he still wasn't moving a muscle.  Your hands moved along his thighs, surprised as you crouched down between his legs to find that the ground beneath your feet had turned soft and supple, more ideal and less punishing for someone on their knees.  Once you were in position, you started kissing along the inside of his thighs, well aware of how close to your face his cock currently was, close enough you’d just have to turn your head to brush up against it.

As you came close to starting in on your offer to really taste him, he finally moved, hand moving out to touch your cheek.  You thought maybe he meant to stop you after seeing the look in your eyes.

“You don’t have to, really,” he said, attempting to stop you once again, but you weren’t budging on this.

“I want to,” you returned in a low voice, and before you two could continue in these ridiculous and ultimately pointless circles, you leaned forward and placed a far-from-chaste kiss at the side of his cock.  You felt the grip of his fingers tighten for a second, heard his breath catch again, and decided just to go for it.

Gently, you let your hand wrap around the base of his cock, letting the shaft brush against your cheek as you pulled back to get into position, letting your lips wrap softly around the very tip.  Your tongue swirled experimentally around the soft skin of his cock's head, getting used to the feel and taste of him in your mouth and trying to predict how difficult it would be to take in more.  Your fingers moved slowly up his cock from the base until you were holding his cock to your mouth like you were taste testing and trying to keep drops of food from escaping with your fingers.

Levi’s hand shifted from your cheek to the back of your head, grabbing at your hair.  For a wild second, you thought he might pull you off him.

But as your lips ventured a little further to take the full head of his cock into your mouth, his fingers--still tangled lightly in your hair--slipped down the back of your neck.  His legs spread a little wider to give you more space to work, and he leaned back in his seat, head tilted upwards and resting on the back of the couch so he could gaze up at…was there a ceiling?  You weren't going to look right now, you were fairly focused, though admittedly distracted for a moment by the conflicted look in his half-closed eyes as he sat back and let you do what you were clearly determined to do.

For a few minutes, the only sounds were the ones you were making.  The wet smack of saliva against skin, your little noises as you took a small portion of his cock into your mouth, keeping your cheeks hollow, the jaw lax, and your tongue active and wild.

Levi moved occasionally, shifting here and there for a more comfortable position, his thumb stroking lightly along the back of your neck while his other arm was slung out along the back of the couch.  You would be worried you were giving a bad blow job and he was bored, if it wasn't for the way his hand gripped at the couch, or the slight flush of pleasure to his skin, or the way his eyes had fallen closed, lips parted and moving faintly in what might have been words around his deep breaths.

Or maybe it was something a lot more lewd that made your legs quake, thinking of that gorgeous sight of him between your legs with his face buried in you…

Foreplay wouldn't keep him satisfied for long, though.  You'd been playing with his cock for a while now--it was time to try and make him arch and moan for once.

Without warning, your tongue lay flat, and you slid more of his cock into your mouth with a low hum.  Levi let out a pleased sigh above you, hips rolling up into the motion and making you stop just so he wouldn't push past where you were ready to take him.  Your saliva slipped down his dick and onto his balls, making his length a little easier to take in as you tried angling your head, tongue sweeping around the dick in your mouth in search of a spot that made him squirm.  All the while, your hand started to lazily pump up and down the shaft, trying to keep him erect and hard despite your hesitant pace as you gingerly felt out the situation and how good you were at this.

Adjusting to having his cock fill your mouth and be on the verge of reaching your throat, you started off slow just to make sure you weren't going to hit the wrong spot so hard and fast you would choke, or worse.  You bobbed your head up and down on Levi's cock, humming and moaning low in your throat the whole time at how surprisingly good it felt, even if it required some concentration and care.

A little pressure on the back of your neck when you took him in, and a slight tug on your hair when you pulled back, made you realize Levi was getting invested, too, his hand on the back of your neck starting to guide how you took him, hopefully helping you find the right spots soon.

Your panties were wet with excitement, but there was nothing you could do about that right now--you were focused, and you were getting somewhere.

"Don't be so timid--if you're so intent on doing this, then do it properly," he chastised you suddenly, his voice gruff, close to a growl, revealing that he wasn't nearly as relaxed as he seemed.  Clearly, he was tired of the slow pace.  At least he was saying something instead of straight up bucking into your mouth and throat without any warning.

He was right, too--even you knew you were going pretty slow right now.  All right, then, if he wanted you to raise the stakes a bit more…

Shifting in place, your other hand ran up his thigh and over his waist, reaching towards his lower back, towards his tailbone.  At the same time, you dipped your head low, taking in as much of his cock as you could before you gave a hard suck and allowed yourself to swallow reflexively.

Gag reflex?  Why would you bother with that in your own dream?  Anything was possible here, and you were going to take full advantage of that right now.

A soft gasp left Levi’s throat, and this time, you didn’t linger or hesitate, pulling back and starting a vigorous bob along his cock, a strange noise you hadn’t realized you were capable of escaping you with every dip of your head, every time his tip almost slipped out of your mouth before you relentlessly sucked him right back in, burying his cock in your mouth, your hand pumping along his length for added stimulation.

Levi’s breathing was heavy, borderline on panting as he watched you suck his cock, his hand now fisted in the hair at the back of your neck, hips rocking into your hand and those sinful lips of yours.  He was almost there, but he wasn’t quite at the point you wanted him to, which meant you had to push him a little further to get what you wanted.

Your free hand had made it around to his tailbone by now, fingers splaying across the place you knew his tail had been last time, feeling along the smooth skin experimentally.  Levi squirmed underneath your light, investigative touch, and you didn’t relent, trying to communicate without halting your enthusiastic tasting of his cock that you wanted him to stop hiding his tail--you wanted to feel it, and you were currently seeking out its base.

"Shit…" Levi gasped softly as your hand moved a little up his spine, as if concerned you might be a little too low to find it, and on the way back down...it was suddenly there.

You shifted closer in anticipation, Levi's grip on your head now holding you close enough to him that you could not pull away.  Greedily, your hand wrapped around the base of his tail, thumb rubbing sensual circles around the base to try and provoke a reaction similar to last time.

Now he moaned, hand holding you tightly in place as his hips bucked forwards into your mouth, cock thrusting into your throat.  At the same time, your hand wrapped around his tail, hand moving slowly out to get a good feel of it and see if Levi's sensitivity expanded beyond just the base. A quick glance to the side revealed it was fairly long, draped loosely across the couch and over the edge, coming to one slender tip that looked sharp as a whip.

No arrow tip, no "forked tongue," no scales--just smooth, hot skin for the slender appendage.  It looked strangely natural, despite the black, blue, grey shades and coloration. And it was surprisingly muscly for a tail.

Well...with what you knew he could do with it, perhaps that part shouldn't seem so surprising.

And it was currently coiling, shuddering under the attention it was receiving, arching in the air as if in anticipation for the incoming touch.  Another moan escaped Levi as his tail arched, and you realized it was also a fairly good indicator for the pleasure he was experiencing.

Bringing your hand back to the base and feeling for those sensitive spots along the thickest part of his tail, he bucked sharply up into your mouth with a low growl.  The scenery changed again, and suddenly he wasn't lying on the couch letting you suck him off--he was standing with his back against the wall, you kneeling in front of him with your mouth still wrapped around his cock and your hand still clutching the base of a tail that now brushed sensually across the exposed skin of your legs an arm, the tip of his tail curling underneath your shirt.

This was no longer a blow job--you were about to get throat fucked.

Levi pushed inside you until your lips were brushing against his balls and your eyes watered, hand shifting to grab his waist as you felt a shred of relief in the fact you'd decided a gag reflex wasn't going to be a problem in this dream.  Otherwise this could have ended badly, though you still found it hard to breathe, and it still took effort to try and get yourself to relax enough to take him in.

Levi let it sit there for a few seconds, his tail sliding up along your chest, pulling your shirt up with it as it came between your breasts and continued to reach, Levi's breathing officially turning into lustful pants as he pulled out and started his deep thrusts into your mouth.  Moans and slight yelps escaped you in the process, and you tried to keep your head angled so he had a smooth entrance deep inside, eyes drawn up to his with the way you were knelt in front of him, only able to feel what his tail was doing, not to see and anticipate.

"That's a good girl, taking my cock like this," he growled, all earlier hesitation forgotten as the orgasmic high started to kick in and take control.  "I knew you were a slut for my cock, but this...you take it so well, me fucking your throat like this.  You look like you just want more."

As he spoke, his pace quickened, dick sliding smoothly all the way in and almost all the way out, your teeth grazing in a bare tickle along his cock and making it twitch, tongue licking and flicking and teasing whenever there was enough room in your mouth to do so.  He shuddered at the sensation, egged on by the way you were pumping and stroking along the erogenous zone of his tail at the same time, and held you close, cock thrusting steadily and quickly into your mouth.  The edge of his tail slipped up through the collar of your shirt, the very tip teasing along your lips and growing slick with saliva in the process, while a little further down it arched and wiggled in a way that it brushed against your nipples, making you whimper.

Now you weren't just excited--you were wet and aching, dying for the attention his tail was now teasing you with.

"You wanted to taste my cock?" Levi growled, his pace picking up and his cock throbbed against your tongue.  "This what you wanted?  To choke on my dick like my personal cockslut?  C'mon, this is what you wanted, right?  Fuck...shit…"

The dirty talk was getting worse, and he was starting to pound relentlessly into your throat, which told you he was close.  Your hand had given up pumping along the shaft of his cock with how rapidly he was throat fucking you, now, and had instead started to massage and tease his balls, hoping the stimulation was about to send him over the edge between the throat fuck, the fondling of his balls, the teasing along the base of his tail, and…

It had stopped rubbing against your nipples, instead sliding down over your abdomen and into your panties, the hot skin easily slipping between your folds rubbing along your entrance and clit.  Your legs shook, and you started to moan and whimper needily, which just made the feeling of his cock sliding into your mouth so much better for him.

"Hah...fuck...shit you're wet...and your throats so fucking tight…and…hnng…"

Levi's pants were ragged, his hips starting to move sporadically as his hand threaded through the hair at the top of your head repeatedly, holding you almost uncomfortably tight to his cock in his approaching climax.  Even you could feel it coming, could anticipate the salty taste that would soon flood your mouth and throat…

The tip of his tail suddenly rolled and curled against your tip so it formed a small round edge instead of that wicked sharp edge, and without warning, it pushed between the folds of your pussy, pushing inside you much as it had into your ass the first time you'd seen it.

You gasped and then choked on Levi's dick at the sensation, and a strangled sound escaped him as he suddenly held you firmly in place, his body shuddering against you and cock twitching madly as his tail pushed further and further inside, stretching and filling you more than his cock could without cumming inside you.  Each flex of the hot muscle inside you made you feel like it would rip you open as it went further than humanly possible, further than anything you would feel in real life, and your mind went blank, body limp for a few moments as you surrendered yourself to being fucked by Levi like this gladly.

Maybe you would cancel that appointment, because if this was the kind of pleasure you were going to experience in these dreams, you didn't want it to ever end.

Neither did he, based on the sound that came out of him.  Wild and feral, Levi bucked into your throat without resistance, the tip of his cock pushing against the back of your throat even as the muscles of your throat flexed and tightened around him with your choking from the raw sensation and his cock buried in your throat.  His face was flushed, sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks, glistening against his skin as he tried to hold his orgasm in vain.

As you were coming back to your senses, egged on by the feel of your body seeming to stretch and fill from his tail coiling as far inside you as it could reach given the position the two of you were in, you caught the slightest spark of logical realization in his gaze through the haze of his orgasmic high.

"Fuck...your pussy.  I...I only cum inside your...hng...shit!"

Before he could second guess, before he could even finish the thought or pull back, you released his balls so you could grip tightly at his ass with one hand to yank him forwards and shove him as deep down your throat as he could go, your other hand giving a firm tug on his tail that made him throw his head back, arch his back, and let out the wild curse, voice cracking and going hoarse as his control finally shattered, and his cum spilled hot and thick down your throat, tail twitching wildly inside you for a few moments in a way that almost sent you over the edge.

You greedily swallowed the hot cum spilling down your throat, fingers digging into his skin, pulling back when the flow started to lessen so some could stay in your mouth, the salty taste filling your mouth, a small strand escaping from the corner of your mouth and causing you to have to pull back and catch it with your tongue, lapping up the last few squirts from his cock before they could fall to the floor.

Just before his tail could stimulate you to an orgasm, though, it had gone still inside you.  You were still filled, and the feeling alone kept you on edge, but his stillness denied you a release, and even walked you back from the edge a few steps.

You took a few moments to clean off his cock, making sure there wasn't a trace left as you listened to his breathing slowly come back to normal, his hand changing from that vice grip to strokes through your hair as you cleaned up his cock like he was petting a kitten.

"Not a single drop wasted, huh?  Good girl...but no more fooling around."  His tail flexed inside you, and you let out a wanton moan, the heat in your cheeks the only hint you had at how flushed and needy you looked to him right now, kneeling in front of him with traces of his cum still making your lips shine.  "You pleasured me--now it's back to you."

His dick was hardening again to stand erect in front of your face, and while you were certain that was humanly impossible, you were rather sure he wasn't really human at this point--plus it was a dream, so if you wanted round two now, he would be ready for round two now.

His tail suddenly trusted deeper inside you, and you arched at the sudden feeling you might tear and burst, ears ringing and vision going fuzzy for a moment before you suddenly found yourself on your back in the bed, staring up at the black silk canopy as the last of his tail slipped out of you, leaving you feeling hollow and cold without that heat filling you.  Levi was hovering over you again, his cock resting momentarily against your stomach as he removed your panties and waited for you to come to your senses.

As your eyes focused on him, he lined himself up, cheeks still flushed from the intense orgasm he'd just had, hair falling in front of his eyes to obscure your vision of the one thing that could give you a hint at his thought process.  His cock started to slip inside you, and you whimpered and moaned at how good it felt to have his hot and hard cock filling the space his tail had left empty, as well as how easy it was for him with how stretched and open you felt right now.

Your hand ran along his chest, but you didn't push him away.  You were just getting his attention.

"Let me ride you?" You asked softly.  Levi looked up to meet your gaze, both of you well aware that this was a continuation of him being the focus, of you treating him--that it wasn't going to end with the blow job and throat fuck.

You didn't want Levi to have to work for it tonight.  That was your job, tonight.  He just needed to lay back, relax, and enjoy.

Your hand slid up his chest and neck, cupping his cheek and jaw in your hand as you reached up to kiss him deeply, surprised when he started to pull away before giving in, his arms wrapping around your body to turn you both over.  Now, he lay on his back, his cock already inside you, you on top of him with legs straddling him, causing his dick to slide deeper inside as you settled on top of him.  You moaned against his lips, tongue slipping inside his mouth before he could take advantage of the sound and beat you to the punch.

Once you were settled in place, his arms wrapped around your back, his tail sliding and curling lazily along your legs, you started to rock against him, whimpering lowly at how good it felt but also the sensitivity leftover from him edging you moments ago.  His cock entered you with ease, buried to the hilt in a few rocks against his hips, like it was where he belonged.  You didn't have to wait for him to adjust this time, hips lifting and then sinking onto his cock again with a wet smack, his fingers clenching in the fabric of the shirt you were still wearing, surprisingly.

It was Levi who pushed you back.  Normally, he was always holding you so close, always in contact, always keeping things so fast and intense.  But he pushed you away from the kiss into more of an upright position, bringing his knees up behind you for something to lean back on as you rode his cock, maybe intending to make it a little easier for you.

His hands slid under your shirt, and you leaned your head back with a low moan, feeling his hands slowly move along your skin, feeling you up even as your hips rocked together to keep his cock buried deep inside you.  You were going to cum from this sensation alone, but you still asked for more.

"Put your tail in me again.  It feels...so good…" you panted, one of your hands covering his as it found its way to your breast, the other staying planted in the bed for stability.

Yes, it did feel good for you, but you also knew just how damn sensitive that tail of his was, and how he’d fallen apart last time he'd double penetrated you with it.  It would be explosive for him, which was what you were aiming for.

Levi didn't hesitate to follow this request, and you felt his tail, still wet and sticky with the buildup from you earlier, slipped past that little ring of muscle and started to push its way inside you.  Your body reacted instinctively, curling backwards over his legs with a guttural moan, one of Levi’s hands lowering to your abdomen to hold you down and keep you on his cock, which he trusted up into you as if to remind you it was still there.

You came without any more warning than a weak cry at his thrust, Levi letting out a pleased sigh at the sensation of your cum coating his cock, moaning when the walls of your ass gripped at his tail tighter even as it pushed further in, and he continued to thrust into your pussy through your orgasm, able to feel the tip of his cock with the hand resting against your abdomen when he trusted inside you with the bend of your body and how deep his cock was.

Even as you orgasmed and weakly attempted to keep riding him, though at this point he might as well have taken over, Levi kept going, layering on more stimulation to drive you even further over the edge.

His hand gripping your breast was already playing with your nipple, and the other hand that was resting on your abdomen and trying to hold you down enough he could keep thrusting into you had reached out with his thumb to seek out and start teasing your clit.  All the while, his tail coiled and trusted into your ass, finding the erogenous spot deep inside and refusing to release it afterwards, the tip of his tail rubbing against it relentlessly while the rest coiled, flexed, and filled your insides.  And he never once pulled his cock out of you, either, continuing to thrust, with you hanging on for dear life, trying to ride him but your mind quickly losing the battle with all the stimulation.  You just felt him, and you could hear him moaning, gasping, and panting beneath you, showcasing that you had been successful in eliciting pleasure from him and letting him be more of the focus tonight.

You just hadn't realized it was going to overwhelm you in the process, going limp as he stimulated and fucked you so thoroughly you lost sense of how many orgasms he pulled from you, the flashes of heat spilling into your gut and the resulting, guttural growls your only sign he was cumming as well.

He didn't stop until you blacked out for a solid...well, it had to be more than a few seconds, even though it felt like you'd slipped back into sleep for that long before you came to, mind hazily focusing on the feel of his arms supporting you instead of his legs, tail gone from upside you and leaving you feeling partially empty, even though his cock was still buried deep inside you, like he'd been worried to pull out while you were unconscious.

"Easy...easy…" he murmured, and hearing his voice again made you realize he hadn't said a word after the throat fuck, up until now.  Carefully, he was laying you back down on the silken bed, his hand gently pushing sweaty strands of hair from your face so it wouldn't block your airways or get tangled around your neck, allowing you to breathe with ease.

Once you were lying on your back, he pulled his other arm out from under you so it would be free, letting it softly fall on your abdomen, where his thumb stroked gentle, random lines against your bare skin.  After giving you a few moments to catch your breath, he pulled out, slowly and carefully, though he didn't stop when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock slipping out of your body now so sensitive it hurt.

"It's okay...just rest now.  It won't be so bad in the morning," he murmured, covering you with the silken sheets except for that hand on your abdomen, still stroking and rubbing the skin absent-mindedly.  It was strange that, even though he was supposed to be comforting you in your exhausted state as part of the aftercare, that was the only touch he gave you.

And that look in his eyes as he stared down at you, one you glimpsed seconds before something pushed you back under into a deep and much needed sleep.

So conflicted.  Trapped between some kind of amazement and crushing guilt, like he was staring at the last of a dying breed.

Next Part---->

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(A/N): I accidentally posted this earlier and that was a mess.

↬ Modern AU! Idol! Shinobu x GN!reader

Warning(s): none

You didn't consider yourself much of a traveler. It wasn't that you were against the idea of leaving your hometown, it was just... why would you want to? Your hometown is great. Delicious food, great friends, and everything else you could need. You like the simple life, and you couldn't imagine growing up anywhere else.

That didn't mean you were against leaving your hometown. It just meant that you had a hard time getting used to the big city. Shibuya City was a strange place for you the first time you went there. You remembered being a little kid and squeezing your dad's hand because you were scared of getting lost in the crowds of people walking by.

You got over it as time passes by, of course. Good thing too. Shinobu loved shopping in Shibuya City, and she'd always ask you to carry her bags.

Shibuya City was strange, but nothing you couldn't you used to. But Tokyo? Tokyo?! That was hard to get used to. It was the biggest city in Japan, and everytime you visited it felt like you were stepping into a whole new world. But this was where Shinobu's latest concert was being held, and you'd be damned if you weren't going to support your girlfriend of four years.

Hehe. Girlfriend. The very thought brought a proud grin to your face. You and Shinobu started dating before her debut. It was hard at first, with busy schedules, you almost break up with her to achieve her dream, of course, Shinobu didn't allow it, she said she rather quit her career than to break up with you. While that memory wasn't a happy one, it led you and Shinobu to become who they are now.

You blinked as you felt something on your cheek, and you shook your head, shooing away whatever was poking in your cheek. "...What the?"

"Welcome back to the world of the living, Love"

"Huh?" You blinked, staring at your girlfriend. Shinobu rested her head on her hand as she smiled at you from across the table. She had a teasing smile on her lips.

"What?"

"You were staring at me for like ten minutes. Are you alright?" She asked, reaching for your forehead.

You smiled at her, a pink blush forming on your cheeks. Had you been staring at her again? "I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About?" Shinobu gives you a confused look. You thought about lying, but one look at Shinobu's eyes shot down that idea. You never were much of a liar, anyways. You swallowed your pride." I was just thinking about us. How lucky I am and your concert..."

Shinobu's eyes widened for a moment before she did that cute snort and giggle thing that she only did around you because her producers didn't want fans to know that the famous idol snorted. She laughed at you but before you could challenge her on it, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on your lips.

Your face turns red in embarrassment. You didn't know if it was all girls or just Shinobu who had this power. It was like you could be doing or feeling almost anything, but one kiss from Shinobu would be enough to change you into a blushing, gibbering idiot.

And this time was no exception. She kissed you, and when she pulled away, your cheeks were the same shade as a ripe tomato. You opened your mouth, stuttering an answer as she laughed again. "You're so adorable, (Y/N). I love you~"

"I- I Love you too Shino," you said, pulling up your collar on your leather jacket trying to hide your scarlet cheeks. Shinobu giggled again, before glancing at her phone. "We should probably get going. We've only got 3 hours before I've got to get ready for the concert." You nodded, and you reached into your pockets. You paid for the coffee, before leaving a little extra as a tip. The couple then stood up and waved goodbye to the owner of the store with a quick smile.

You and Shinobu soon returned to the area where the concert was being held of. The two stepped out into the Tokyo metro system with smiling faces and warm cheeks.

The two held each other's hand as they walked, only to find themselves encountered by a familiar foe.

The paparazzi.

Several men and women were running to the couple, cameras in hand. They began to take pictures of the two as your smile turned into a harsh glare. Fans were one thing. Packs of reporters were something else entirely.

You tried to pull Shinobu away from the pack of reporters, but they quickly surrounded the pair, bombarding them with questions. Shinobu, to her credit, tried to answer as many as she could.

"Shinobu-san! What brings you to Tokyo?!"

"Oh, well, I have a concert and—"

"I heard tonight will be your last concert, is that true?!"

"Well—"

"Is this your partner?! How do you deal with allegations that your partner is just using you for fame?!"

That statement ticked you off. You growled, glaring at the woman that had asked that question. You opened your mouth, only to fall silent as you noticed a vein popping on Shinobu's forehead.

Oh no.

"My (Y/N) wouldn't do that. Shinobu kept her voice firm, it was short but you could hear the fire brimming right under the surface. You smiled in pride as she pulled you along, trying to ignore the pestering questions. They walked onto the stairs, but still, the reporters followed them.

"What do you have to say about allegations that you slept with your producer to get where you are?!"

Shinobu came to a stop and signed, placing a hand on her forehead. "(Y/N)"

"Right." You rolled your sleeves and glared at the reporters. During the times she wasn't an idol, she would shout at the person who annoyed her but she has a reputation to uphold. "Alright. Leave us alone or else." You pointed at the emergency fire extinguisher behind them. "Or else, I'm gonna throw a fire extinguisher at you!"

The group of reporters stepped back, each of them shocked at your glare.

"Leave my girlfriend alone. You want to talk to her, go to a press conference! Now leave us alone!" You and Shinobu marched out of the pack of reporters, and they let them.

"Thank you for that, I almost shouted there" Shinobu whispered once they were far enough away. "No problem. Are you okay?"

"Yes, thanks to you." She clung to your arm, squeezing it as they walked out of the station. "I love you." The frown on your face faded away and you smiled back at her. "Love you too."

Shinobu stood in the darkness of the stage, the only light being the flash of cameras and a purple lightstick swaying around within the audience.

There must have been thousands of people out there. Maybe a million. You thought. You stand on the sidelines, hidden behind curtains as you watch your girlfriend shine.

A lot of people talked about the kind of music Shinobu sang nowadays. It was still the upbeat pop she was known for, but there was more heart to it. More of Shinobu was in the song than ever before. You really loved seeing her on the stage. There was a rush in her eyes, a glowing spark as she danced and sang.

The stage came to life, lights shining down on Shinobu as she danced with her group of backup dancers. The music pounded in the air as she greeted Tokyo with wide, open arms.

"Hello~ Tokyo! Are you ready?!"

The thousand people screamed in return, cheering for Shinobu as she began to sing and dance, moving her body on the stage like she was born for life. You lean against a wall as you admired her.

She looked so happy. She moved her body with expert precision like it was her body controlling the music. Her moves were a mix of the quick kicks and spins of breakdancing, with the elegance of ballet. Shinobu was doing all of this while singing.

That woman was amazing. There was no other word for it.

You notice a slight pause in her step, and she turned her head to smile at you. She lifted up a hand, aiming her index finger at you, before pulling the trigger with a wink. She giggled, returning to her dance number as the song continued to blare, and the audience tried to dance along. Even you couldn't help but tap your feet to the beat as Shinobu sang. You just relax and let the music sweep him away as you stared at the woman of your dream.

[svtgg]

Edyth's Relationship With Maknae Line (Seventeen 16th Member)

Edyth is the 16th member of Seventeen. She is a 97liner and the main vocal of the female subunit Quartz. Here is a basic description of her relationships with the members. This post includes 97, 98, 99, and 00liners.

Seokmin: Angel and Devil duo. They have the same amount of energy and are incredibly naïve, it's just that Edyth intentionally causes chaos, and Dk doesn’t. Their vocals omg, they have multiple duets (OST’s) and they always go viral. They are always trying to one up each other, whether it’s a tricky vocal run or who can reach the highest note, they are actually very competitive. They bicker a lot and it is their trademark. Edyth will protect Seokmin whenever she can, he is very emotional and Edyth will never make fun of him for crying or anything like that.

Mingyu: Mingyu is Edyth’s for-lifer. She tells him all of her secrets, goes to him if she’s having a bad day, and vice-versa. Mingyu is actually the human embodiment of a golden retriever, and Edyth is the human embodiment of a a husky (over dramatic, loud, and sometimes dumb) so they really are such a cute pair. They get very giggly around each other… and it annoys Seungkwan lol. Edyth is very close with all the 97 liners (in SVT and friends), but Mingyu holds a special place in her heart. Also musically an interesting duo, Mingyu is trying to get Edyth to rap but she refuses, saying she sounds like a kid.

Minghao: They are literally “dumbass” and “oh my god, they're MY dumbass.” but they're also “chaos” and “chaos enabler.” And it’s great because they get to switch rolls. Edyth can always get the8 to have fun and relax. Minghao is like in love with her omg, it's one of the most popular ships in the fandom, since they are always talking about each other, praising each other's work, going on lunch dates together, heart eyes toward the other one. They go to all of the 97’ liner hang outs together. Jun and Edyth jokingly fight over Minghao and he likes the attention lol.

Seungkwan: Make fun of each other so much. And they argue A LOT. On screen, they play this chaotic duo that bickers but off screen they are very lovey-dovey. When they bicker, Mingyu often has to play the role of peace-keeper, coining them as an iconic trio. Edyth and Seungkwan would do Vlives where they just sing karaoke for hours on end and it was so cute,, so many iconic moments. All of this being said, there is a lot of respect for each other. Edyth gets the least amount of lines among the main vocals, getting even less than most of the members and Seungkwan is always pushing for Edyth’s vocals to be properly showcased. In case either of them miss a schedule, they sing/perform the other person's part.

Vernon: They bond over their very similar childhoods. Both have one English-speaking parent and one Korean parent. Both were child actors. They are not seen on camera together very often, but if so, they have one of two interactions: constantly teasing one another, or sitting together in radio silence (usually watching some sort of movie or tv show together). Musically they are a very interesting pair because of how different their styles are, Carats think this is an underrated duo and are pushing to get more content of the two of them.

Dino: Dino didn’t like Edyth at first. He thought she was too girly and didn’t really fit Seventeen’s concept. This was until he woke up one day at 3 am and realized that she wasn't in bed. He looked around the door, only to find her silently practicing with earbuds in their living room. Dino offered to help her, and they practiced outside to not bother anyone. That is the exact moment that Dino gained respect for her and after that he saw all of her talent that he was neglecting to acknowledge because he had been so close minded. He is always in awe of her vocal range.

Yun: Soulmate energy. They instantly clicked. Edyth had a reputation of being quiet and shy but when she met Yun, they immediately got along. It shocked everyone around them. Edyth is logical and pushy, this gets Yun going and Yun is energetic and warm enough that Edyth is comfortable being herself around her. There are fan made compilations of the two of them holding hands and Yun dragging Edyth behind, both with smiles on their faces. They have strengths in diff things (Yun in dance and Edyth in singing) so they always help each other out. Edyth often needs help with learning and memorizing choreography and Yun always offers it. Since they love each other so much, they can always count on the other to be honest about any situation.

[durrtydawg]

The Sadir Inheritance

{Sam Drake x Fem!Reader} Chapter 1 | 'This is right up your street.'

Summary: The lure of adventure and a handsome sum of money may not be the only attractive thing about this expedition…

A series of events that ensues when a headstrong twenty-something tags along with one Samuel Drake to uncover his latest discovery.

A/N: Omg hello ladies (all). This is 2024 me here to say I’VE RE-WRITTEN IT SO IT’S NOT AS HORRIDLY CRINGE ANYMORE (it still is 💀)!!! yay! Anyway, I hope you enjoy, loves <3

my masterlist ✨

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None, aside from a bit of mature language :)

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"Keep the change, darlin’.”

“I will, Darren. All twenty-five p of it.”

You shoot an exasperated glance at the crumpled £5 note on the bar as the tipsy regular finishes his pint. He gives you an unsteady thumbs-up before swivelling off the bar stool and leaving. You follow him to the front door, which you hold open with a plastered-on, sickeningly sweet smile. Once he exits, you close and bolt the door, switching off the pub’s open sign.

Next on the agenda: Shit pub playlist your manager refuses to update- off. Earphones in. Banger of a playlist you refuse to update: on.

London suburbs after 9 pm on weekdays are a serene affair, interrupted only by the occasional workaholic or local school kid trying to nab a pint with their poorly crafted fake ID. You often humour them, exchanging their pocket money for glasses of alcohol-free beer, sniggering as they feign drunkenness to their impressionable mates.

It’s a risky move- you're not looking to get fired by the pub landlord any time soon- but you need to get your week-night entertainment somewhere. Chaotic-good? Yeah, that’s probably your best description. Working in your quiet local pub during the week, despite the late finishes, is easy money – a means to keep you afloat and pay rent while you finish your post-grad degree.

Your 'ad-hoc side job' supplements your income from time to time, allowing you to upgrade from the dismal student accommodation. You’d rather die than stay in halls again, and renting your own bungalow has only been made possible by your personal assistant-tech support-occasional moral compass job you occasionally get summoned to fulfil.

Anyway, it’s been a fair few months since your last stint helping out a certain treasure-hunter, and despite the sporadic texts authored by a man with the technological competence of a lemon, you feel an empty void within you without some obscure historical research to delve into. Even if it isn’t always for the most virtuous cause, you get to put your various history degree modules to good use. And no one gets hurt!

Aside from, perhaps, your sleep-schedule.

You’ve never met the man in person – you’d never needed to. But it’s safe to say you’ve breached acquaintance status.

Banter and eye-rolls at his awful jokes and lame innuendos flow seamlessly without awkwardness whenever you talk; Endless nights spent trawling through dubious sources to help him and his various business partners find the next clue or location for whatever crazy discovery he's chasing have lead to the two of you finding out all sorts of things about each other- the lack of sleep and temporary buzz from energy drinks has often lead to tangential conversations.

Talking to him gives you an inexplicable, warm feeling. He’s the only one with such passion for obscure historical facts. He appreciates your enthusiasm, even if it's only from behind a screen.

You toss the last few glasses into the dishwasher, wipe down the tables, and turn off the main lights. With a yawn, you amble towards the back of the pub, checking the time on your phone – 12:04 am. Grabbing your coat and keys, your stomach rumbles as if on cue. Drive-thru time.

…

You amble from your car to your front door, performing a balancing act with your drink and phone in one hand, keys in the other, and a paper takeout bag held precariously between your teeth. Tired, but knowing there’s work to do despite the late hour, you unlock your front door and chuck your keys on the side table.

Exchanging the bag for your laptop, you take a chicken nugget and munch on it as you load your dissertation notes. Scrolling to the bottom of the document, you begin typing. The soft patter of rain on the leaf-covered skylight makes your eyelids heavy.

It’s 12:41. May as well crack on at 12:45. A nice, crisp number.

Convincing yourself you'll close your eyes for just a moment, you slouch back into the cushions.

A sudden harsh buzz from the sofa startles you awake. You sit up, reaching for your phone.

“Arghhh.” You groan groggily; you’ve far-surpassed your 12:45 target. It’s now 1:09. You rub your eyes, squinting at the notification.

Sam D - guess what.

Despite the desire to sleep, you can't help but grin at your phone screen.

Me - almost 2 months of radio silence, and I don’t even get a ‘hello’??

Sam D - u still doing all that Middle East research?

You sigh as his message brings you back to the sorry state of your dissertation. Another buzz interrupts your reply.

Sam D - oops. hello :].

Sam D - Aw. Did u miss me?

Me - 👍 Jordanian. I should actually be working on it now

Me - No :)

A video call comes through from Sam. You huff, giving yourself a few light pats to the face as your chest thumps a little.

You click ‘answer’ as your stomach rumbles.

“Okay, this is right up your street. Hold on. Let me-”

Your brows knit together when he begins to ramble without any pleasantries, and as he rests his phone against something, you scoff, popping a soggy chip in your mouth. Sam squints at the screen, palms held out as he waits for his phone to flop forwards onto the surface.

You notice a bandage wrapped around the palm of his hand but decide not to comment. You are aware of the places he ends up in on his jobs - he probably cut it climbing on a cliff face or something.

Once satisfied it’s stable, he disappears off-screen.

“Hi, Samuel. Always lovely to chat. How are you?”

You hear a scoff, probably aimed at your sarcasm.

“Alright, alright. You said Jordanian, and I had to call ya.”

He saunters back into view, looking down to the screen with a sheepish chuckle as he holds a cluster of papers in his hands. He plucks a sheet out and squints at it.

You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue with an expectant smile on your face - it's hard not to grin at the excitable mood that’s beaming through the screen. Sam clears his throat.

“You heard of a guy called Emaan Sadir?”

You squint in thought, moving forward to put your laptop onto the coffee table. Opening your tab full of dissertation notes, you scroll through to some notes you had written on Middle Eastern high-class bloodlines.

“Sadir? As in the Sadir dynasty?”

Sam grins at your response, nodding as you look back to the screen. Obviously, the two of you are on the same page.

“One of Jordan’s high court justices in the early 1800s. So I’m presuming you’ve heard of the ‘Sadir Inheritance’?”

Your interest piques slightly, causing your posture to straighten. “I’ve…heard of it, but I don’t really have a clue about any details.” You reply honestly.

“But you know of the family.” Sam states, looking back at the piece of paper he has in his hand still. “That’s a start.” He says, more to himself than to you, plonking himself into his chair.

Sam turns the paper to the screen - it's a scanned collation of images of various diaries and some detailed sketches of the most ostentatious looking objects; jewellery, vases, fabrics.

“This is what’s presumed to be the so-called inheritance. Centuries worth of riches built up by the Sadir family, passed down through God knows how many generations.”

“So no one’s actually seen it?” You ask, in reference to the images only being drawings.

“Ah-ah. No one’s seen it… yet. ” Sam peeks out from behind the paper. You can only see his eyes, but you can tell he is smiling. “But these journals,” He points to the relevant images on the page, “they have written details from members of the Sadir family, describing some of the stuff that the collection’s got, apparently. Personal ramblings and letters and whatnot.”

You nod slowly, taking in the images to the best of your ability. “So why is this Emaan guy so important?”

“Ah!” Sam puts the paper down and leans towards the camera. “This ‘Emaan guy’ was supposedly the final recipient of the stash. He apparently died in a train crash, with no heirs.” He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms behind him to crack his back. “No heirs, nobody to pass the riches onto, right?”

Leaning back forwards, Sam clasps his hands together over his chest. “This is where my dearest little assistant comes in.”

You scoff. “Very patronising. Thank you.” You smirk as you reach over your laptop screen to pick up a cold chicken nugget and your flat coke, frowning at the soggy paper straw. “What can I do for you, bossman?” You ask, leaning back and taking a sip of the drink with a raised eyebrow.

“Those diaries an’ whatnot are making the rounds in an exhibition about hidden high society in the Middle East, and I think they could have some pretty strong leads written in them.”

You nod, removing the straw slowly from between your lips as you take in his explanation. Sam shifts.

“The uh…next stop for said exhibition just so happens to be the British Museum.”

“Okay, so you want me to go and look for them? Send pictures?” You ask, taking another sip. “Easy peasy.”

“Nah.” He folds his arms, and you frown, confused.

“Then what do-”

“ We can go and look for them.”

You let out a confused laugh. “Sorry, Sam- maybe it’s because it’s silly O’clock in the morning and I’m sleep-deprived, but did you say ‘we’? When you’re halfway across the world?”

His smirk transforms into a wide-eyed look of shock. “Oh shit how late is it there? Guess I just sprung that on you, didn’t I.” Sam rubs the back of his neck, an apologetic smile on his face.

Was he…blushing?

Surely not. Nope. Just the sunset.

You smile tiredly. “1:20 am- But I was up anyway. Trying to finish the first draft of this mind-numbing dissertation.” You watch as Sam rests his head in his uninjured hand. You rub your eyes. “Anyway, why on earth do you want to come all the way here just for an exhibition that’s on my doorstep?”

He sits back up and scratches the nape of his neck, lips twisted into a thoughtful pout, almost as if he's trying to think of an answer himself.

“Victor’s gonna be on his way to Belgium to set up this deal with some trading company, and I figured I’d hitch a flight, seeing as he’s passing over the UK. Change of scenery, I guess.”

“So he’s not in on this one then?” You refer to the older man you’d helped out in a few of the pair’s previous expeditions. Sam shakes his head, before knitting his brows together at your unreadable expression.

“Geez, you could at least pretend to be excited.”

You shake your head in mild disbelief. “Sorry, tired.” You chuckle. Sam relaxes more, nodding knowingly with a small smile. “Ooo it’s gonna be well weird.”

“What is?”

“Seeing you in person!”

“Nyahh. Looking’ forward to it.” He shrugs. “S’been- what? Almost two years of knowin’ you and we’ve never crossed paths? Long overdue, don’t ya think?”

“Shit. Two years?” You sigh whimsically. “Who knew replying to a weird text from an unknown number would’ve led to all this?”

“Best wrong number text I’ve ever sent. Your reply saved my ass from getting shot by a very angry Port-”

“-Portuguese guy you may or may not have conned. Good thing I know my Gibraltar history.”

His shoulders shake with a laugh as you recall your first interaction.

“It’ll uh…It’s gonna be nice to have some new company for a bit.” He says, losing eye contact and looking down to his desk.

“When are you planning on getting here then?” You ask, cocking your head sideways to regain his attention.

“Three days’ time.”

[nanasarea]

Park Jisung as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: jisung x idol!reader

Requested

Word count:1757 (dear lord, the longest in the idol bf series damn...) 

a/n: this is more of a jisung as your bf in general, not so much the idol aspect sorry. Also yes, i ended up writing about jisung having a baby, sue me, I’m in jisung hours now! also do i even need to say it’s not proofread at this point?

Haechan /  Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Renjun / Jaehyun

you were in the same dance class when you were younger

so you were friends way before either of your debuts

like when you knew each other when he was an smrookie

and of course, both of you being talented dancers

you were both training under companies at a rather young age

and it isn’t easy being a trainee regardless of your age

but because you were both still in school

and so young

you knew you should stick together

let’s say you had chemistry homework

but you also had vocal lessons

i’m not saying he would help you

because he wouldn’t

but he would be there to motivate you 

and study his own school work 

so you weren’t alone

it’s safe to say you were each other’s motivation when it came to school

he would also insist on his mom picking you up from school and driving you to the company when your mom couldn’t

same would go reversed

not that either of your moms minded

they found it adorable

and they shipped you both anyway so

that means him and his family coming over for dinner 

and you and yours going to theirs for dinner

and your moms would document all of your childhood memories

they would bond over it

since you didn’t have time to make any friends in school, 

you both valued your friendship a lot

he ended up debuting before you

and you teased him a lot

until he “taught” you how to ride a hoverboard

and you ended up falling in the first 4 seconds

then he would tease you

and you’d now understand how hard his dances really were

you met most of his members when they were smrookies

but you didn’t know renjun and chenle that well

so whenever you could, 

you would hang out with each other

and become very close

which is why they were all so supportive when you ran into their dorms and yelled that you were debuting 

you end up having a little celebration

when you actually did debut, 

they were so hyped

especially jisung

he streamed your mv so many times

he knew every detail of every scene in the mv

which was adorable

the fans knew you were childhood friends so they absolutely loved your interactions

which meant your company/companies being like 

WE COULD MAKE MONEY FROM THAT

so they make sure you have a collab stage 

like really early in your debut

and it was kinda awkward

but because you knew each other beforehand

you felt completely fine

at this point, your moms were betting on when you’d start dating

to which you would both just blush and tell them to stop

you end up going on so many variety shows together

mainly dance specials

and everyone finds you too adorable

like everyone ships it

but they’re kinda lowkey about it because they don’t want to make you uncomfortable 

not the case of his members tho

or yours

you can’t tell me jaemin’s hiatus wasn’t just him laying in bed, resting and planning your wedding

you can’t

taeyong ends up asking him why he hasn’t asked you out yet

he just blushes

it wasn’t until you were both a bit older

and you were at an award ceremony

where everyone was complimenting you

like your dress, makeup, hair, etc

that he realized he liked you

seeing you like that and realizing he needs to stop looking at you as his little childhood friend

and start looking at you as an adult

or somewhat of an adult

he can never look at you as an adult

because he would always have the image of you

with 6 empty chocolate milks around you

and a gummy worm hanging from your mouth

as you tried your best to color the coloring book correctly

but hey, you were always going to have the imagine of him

hanging from monkey bars

after he finished his 5th scoop of ice cream 

and laughing because he overheard someone say a fart joke

ANYWAY

he starts seeing you as an adult

kinda

and he gets slightly jealous when everyone compliments you

so after that, he goes to taeyong and jaehyun

and asks for dating advice

jaehyun just yells 

“wooooo! you should know my usual boba order by now, right, lee?”

These fuckers bet on how long it would take for jisung to realize his feelings 

and jaehyun would regrets only asking for a free boba when he won

but he’s way too happy about winning to care

it ends with half of 127 and half of dreamies giving advice, 

the other halves teasing

and wayv cooing on the phone as they were in china at the time

it takes him like 5 months till he confesses

he’s a nervous baby let him be

and when he does get the courage, 

he takes you to an amusement park

you don’t go on any of the rides

because he’s scared

but you do play the games and eat food

you even watch the fireworks

which is when he finally holds your hand for the first time

you did a lot of skinship before

like when you were friends

but it wasn’t like this 

it was cute

he was so nervous

your palms were both sweaty from nervousness

but neither of you cared

you were just happy to enjoy the moment

 that got cheesy

he even walked you to your dorm 

like to right in front of your door

which is when he hesitantly gave you a kiss on the cheek 

but you wanted a real kiss so you gave him a proper kiss

and he ended up almost tripping on his way to the elevator

where he smiled to himself

and tried to calm himself down

so the members wouldn’t see him like this

but they did

they teased him

and just yelled with him

“our baby had his first kiss!” -jaemin

“life is going way too fast! weren’t you like 3 years old yesterday?!”- jeno

“how come he’s 2 years younger and already getting more action than me?!” -renjun

the others find out 

and tease him

mostly they just congratulate him tho

“wooo! our baby is becoming a man!” -taeyong

“doyoung, hold me, i’m emotional!” -johnny 

“when’s the wedding?” -taeil

“wedding? i always cry at weddings...” -jungwoo

“no weddings! yet!” -kun

“yeah! he’s not getting married before me!” -jaehyun

they might have gone a bit overboard

but can you blame them 

it’s their baby we’re talking abt

they still see him as the little toddler from when he was on mickey mouse club

also you end up not telling your parents right away

and they keep match making

so you end up being like

“Mom, we’re already dating, you can stop”

cue both of your moms get excited

like they’re already talking about being the best grandmas

and having the cutest grandchildren

even tho you’ve only been together for 2 months

something tells me he’d be the type to want to have matching everything

phone cases

(probably anna and kristoff ones)

then profile pictures

jewelry

clothing

anything and everything

he’d find it so cute

speaking of matching profile pics

the fans would realize what was going on 

when you would match your pfps

so your company/companies were like

yes, they’re dating, no one is surprised...anyway 127 comeback 

your dating announcement is like super chill

mainly because everyone was waiting for it 

also i feel like he’d always be playing with your hair 

and fixing it

like all the time

a single hair out of place?

we can’t have that!

his hands are in your hair already

would text you for advice while filming chenji’s this and that

and would always make something for you too

“chenle’s turned out more aesthetic but mine is made with love, so mine is better my default.” 

also it wouldn’t matter if you’re older than him, the same age, younger than him

doesn’t matter

would want to hear you call him oppa

but immediately get shy after

also he’s an aquarius

so if you end up getting really random texts during the day

like during your schedules

don’t be surprised

like he’s already maknae on top

so he will rebel to like some of the things you say

“jisung! we need to get back to filming in 3 minutes!”

“but weeee!” -jisung going down the slide for the 5th time 

cries when you joke about leaving him there

speaking of crying, 

we all know he’s emotional

and cries easily

so he just runs to you whenever he wants to cry

and just placed his head on your shoulder

to hide his facial expression

but it’s okay

you’ve already seen everything from the random snaps you get every day

he might not know how to comfort you at first

but he will learn

and he’s pretty mature for his age 

so he would take comforting you very seriously

he’s a really good listener 

so he would love to just hear you vent to him

it would kinda boost his ego a bit too

like he’s the one who you’re venting to

yknow what i mean?

but also he protects you very well

you get scared of a spider 

he goes all manly mode 

and gets rid of it for you

doesn’t like to admit it, 

but he thinks about you a lot

and your future

like once you two grow out of your idol lives 

and into a more adult life

where you get married

and have kids

kids who tease their uncles (aka nct members)

because THE maknae on top was their teacher after all

speaking of weddings

his older brother got married

and obviously you were his date

and everyone kept looking at you two

asking when it was your turn

your mom said “hopefully soon”

“mom, we don’t have time, we have busy schedules”

“but one day...”

time jump to when the news breaks about your engagement 

and everyone is crying

they watched you both grow up and now you’re getting married??

what???

the announcement was everywhere

also you don’t announce anything about a child

one day, you just both post a picture of your daughter

with a caption like

“she’s so cute, i knew my genes were good.”

or something like that

and everyone goes wild

nation’s babies having a baby?

legend says chenle’s screaming caused 2 earthquakes that day

to sum it up: nation’s babies turned nation’s it couple because jisung is the best boyfriend you could ever have asked for 

.....i might have gone way more invested than i thought i was going to. Do i regret it tho? hell no. Am i emotional now because I pictured adult Jisung with a baby? hell yes.

tag list: @soleilchannie​

[luminousjellyfishy]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Sleepy boi

Error belongs to: @loverofpiggies

58 notes • Posted 2021-07-18 02:38:13 GMT

#4

@zu-is-here WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?

97 notes • Posted 2021-08-31 23:31:47 GMT

#3

Thank you so much @comyet!

I love this so so very much!!

101 notes • Posted 2021-07-02 17:04:30 GMT

#2

hc about ur fav ships that u need an excuse to ramble abt?

*inhales*

Ok, but just Errormare.

It is so amazing, like, two negatives make a positive? Yes they do. It is by far the best ship out there (in my opinion) and they just fit so well togetherrrrr. Errink just seems like an abusive relationship to me, so now that I think about it, it's never really made any sense. Those two are exact opposites (I mean there is the opposites attract trope that I ship things with, so who am I to judge).

Errormare just seems like the two are perfect for each other, just, they're in a battle with the Star Sanses and one of them gets hurt so they have to stop fighting and just hhhhhhh.

Oh wait this is supposed to be headcanons.

1. They'll snuggle up on the couch/bean bag whenever watching a movie.

2. They agree the horror movies are the best, but Error tends to get really scared.

3. Neither are cisgender, so non cis buddies.

4. Both have sleeping issues (hence why Ebon is narcoleptic)

4a. Error has a messed up sleeping schedule due to the Anti Void, so he’ll go to sleep for the night at 4 in the afternoon or something wake up for no reason at 2 in the morning for the sake. Nightmare is an insomniac.

5. Error loves candy, but Nightmare only likes dark chocolate so Night will go out of his way to secretly (so not to offend Cross) give any candy he gets to Error.

6. They'll stay up super late just to be stupid.

7. Error has a ton of Nightmare plushies in his Anti-Void, but Nightmare doesn't know.

8. Nightmare will sometimes doze off for no reason because he’s tired and when he wakes up he'll find Error curled up on his chest sleeping like a cat.

9. The whole relationship is just pure fluff.

10. Whenever Error gets really excited, Nightmare has to literally smother him in tentacles to calm him down.

11. They’ll sometimes switch between speaking English and Spanish because Error knows it’s easier for Nightmare, since it’s his first language.

103 notes • Posted 2021-06-27 21:49:48 GMT

#1

It finally came!

Book by: @letters-to-lgbt-kids

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