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[obsessedelusional]

In Your Dreams

parings ✦ Eddie x Reader

summary ✦ Eddie was your childhood best friend. What happens when he was a dirty dream about you? Will it tear you apart or bring you two closer? contains smut

authors note ✦ I keep saying this but I appreciate all the love, my latest one shot has almost 1k notes like wtf???? I’m nearly at 100 followers it’s fucking crazy omg a week ago I posted something to test the waters and now I’m addicted to writing for y’all. Someone sent me a request like what? that’s so cool. hope you enjoy this let me know!! Cuz I’m just getting started I have so many ideas. feedback and reblogs appreciated <3

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“What the hell was that?” Eddie groans looking down at his morning hard on. The details of the dream he had replaying in his mind, over and over again. He just had a sex dream about his best friend.

Eddie still remember the day you moved to Hawkins. You were so young, moving into a trailer a few spots down from him. Eddie was only nine years old and was ecstatic when he found out there was a kid moving just down the street. He was surprised when he found out you were actually a little girl but that never changed anything. Didn’t take very long for you two to become best friends.

Never once had he thought about you in any way but platonic. Sure he knew you were beautiful. He also definitely noticed when your breast started to grow in junior high but tried his best not to stare. Even when Jeff and Gareth were gawking at you, whispering behind your back. Eddie always telling them to shut the fuck up.

So when Eddie woke up from a dream he remembered so vividly, the dream where he was balls deep in someones pussy. Only to look up and it was you, smiling down at Eddie. The worst part is he enjoyed it even more when he realized it was you. The sound of his alarm had woke him up from the wet dream.

He thought for a moment about rubbing it out but deciding that’d be too weird. Stroking his cock while thinking of his best friend. Instead letting himself suffer, giving him self blue balls.

Eddie’s been giving you rides to school ever since he saved up enough money to purchase the van. Something you’ve done hundreds of times. This morning it felt different, Eddie wasn’t nearly as friendly as he normally was.

“Hey Teddy.” You smile, climbing into the passenger seat. Calling him the nickname he pretended to hate but you knew he secretly loved it.

“Hey,” he says flatly, not daring to look your direction.

“Everything okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He finally looks your way and gives you a not so reassuring smile. Only for you to notice he’s shoots a glance to your chest. He notices you noticing and scrambles to start the car. What the fuck was that?

The drive was filled with silence, not a word said between you two. The tension thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Pulling up to school Eddie gets out without saying a word, leaving you in the car alone.

Your mind starts to race, trying to remember what you could of possibly done to make him so short with you. Also what was that about, he was definitely checking your tits out. You look down at your cleavage, it’s not anything more then it usually was. Eddie’s seen you in less and never let his eyes wonder.

—

The first half of the school day was absolutely miserable for Eddie. Normally couldn’t focus in class but today it was ten times worse. The mental image of your chest bouncing in his face as you rode his cock, heavy on his mind. Walking from class to class, book covering his boner.

He felt terrible for being so short with you but when he did look your way he was most definitely checking you out. Which you noticed so he freaked out and drove off, not saying a single word to you. Even leaving you alone in his van. He cursed himself for being so rude knowing he’d have to see you at lunch, the meeting tonight and when he gives you a ride home. Thinking to himself, ‘I could give her something else to ride’ before pushing the thoughts away as quick as they came.

—

When lunch finally rolls around, your a little late but you make your way to the lunch table. You’ve sat here hundreds of times, only this time Eddie was no where to be seen. Your sat next to Jeff, quiet which was strange for you.

“Everything ok?” Jeff asks, noticing the change in your behavior and the absence of Eddie.

“I dunno, Eddie was really weird this morning.”

“How so?”

“So short with me. Haven’t seen him since, I feel like he’s avoiding me. I saw he yesterday and everything was okay. Suddenly this morning he can’t stand to be near me.”

You sigh frustrated, “Do you know what his deal is?”

“Never know with that dude.” He laughs, obviously not taking this as seriously as you.

“Where even is he? We always have lunch together at this table.”

“I have no idea.”

“He’ll have no choice but to face me at tonight’s meeting.” You groan annoyed, standing up deciding to head to class early. No reason to sit here and let your mind race with the worst possible outcomes.

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“Yo Eddie what’s your deal?” Jeff asks walking into the drama room. Eddie is busy setting up for DND.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been totally M.I.A today dude. Stressing y/n out.” Jeff says, plopping down in his regular seat.

“Nothing. It’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” He mumbles to him self as the rest of the guys start to pile in.

“She totally likes you, don’t give her the cold shoulder dude.” Eddie looks at Jeff more confused then ever.

“Wait what? There’s no way.”

“Dude be so fucking for real right now. I know your a little slow but it’s so apparent.” Jeff laughs.

“What? Y’all talking about Y/Ns undying love for Eddie?” Dustin chimes in, laughing with Jeff.

“You guys don’t know what your talking about.” Eddie says matter of factly.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask startling Eddie. None of them had noticed your arrival.

“Nothing.” Eddie spits out. Against your better judgement you take a seat next to him. You sat next to him every time, so what makes today any different. That’s until you realize all eyes are on you.

“Just tell me.” You whine, curious what you interrupted. Wondering if it has to do with why Eddie’s acting so weird today.

“Just talking about how you have a giant crush on Munson.” Gareth laughs, everyone shoots him a ‘why the fuck did you say that’ type of look.

“In your dreams.” You tease, laughing because they’re right and now your embarrassed. Your attention goes to Eddie trying to gauge his reaction but his eyes go wide. Can’t even look your way. He stands up and runs out of the room, leaving you behind with the guys staring at you.

“Gareth why would say that?” You say before leaving the room to follow Eddie. Knowing that things will probably never be the same.

“Eddie wait!” You yell as your catching up to his van, where’s he’s sat inside. Just as your about to let yourself in he locks the doors from the inside.

“What the fuck Eddie? Why are you avoiding me?” He turns the key in the ignition like he’s going to leave.

“I swear to god Eddie if you leave me I will show up at your house, break your fucking door down. You will have to talk to me sooner or later.” He sighs giving up and shutting the car off before unlocking the door so you can get in. You sit in silence for a few moments unsure of what to say.

“Is this about what Gareth said?” You speak up. Eddie’s looking out the window, his body language is stiff.

“Did I do something? Whatever I did I’m sorry I hate whatever this is. This has been the worst day ever.” Eddie’s heart aches knowing that your so torn up because he’s too scared to look at you after the dirty dream he had. Awakening feelings he didn’t know he had. Wondering if they’ve always been there just too afraid to act on them because he never wants to lose you.

“No you didn’t do anything.” He finally speaks up.

“Then what is it?” Silence fills the air again.

“You know you can tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I’m terrified.” He says his voice low and shaky.

“Of what Eddie?”

“That if I say what I’m thinking I’m going to say. You’re gonna run away. I can’t lose you.”

“You’re never gonna lose me. Just spit it out.” Eddie’s hands cover her face before he lets out a large sigh.

“I had a dream about you.”

“What were we doing?” You ask, curiously.

“We were uhhh,” his voice trails off. Now you need to know what this dream consisted of. You have an idea.

“Say it.”

“We were fucking.” He finally says hands still shielding his face.

“How did that make you feel?” You ask, scooting closer.

“I liked it. Probably liked it too much. Then when Gareth opened his fat fucking mouth you said in your dreams, I lost it like fuck she has to know. How the fuck did you know?” He whines, removing his hands so he can finally face you.

“I didn’t.” You laugh.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I can’t stop reliving the dream in my mind, walking around with a boner all fucking day.” You look to his crotch and there is a tent in his jeans. It turns you on thinking you’ve caused Eddie all this torture today.

“I bet the real life thing is ten times better.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Maybe we can make your dream a reality. Just an idea.” You shrug your shoulders, trying so hard to read Eddie’s response.

“Are you being serious?” He questions.

“What exactly were we doing?” Eddie’s dick twitches thinking about his dream for the millionth time today. Excited because it might become true.

“You were on top.”

“On top of what?” You ask innocently, wanting to hear all the details.

“Me. You we’re riding me, your tits bouncing in my face.” His voice is shaky and you’re enjoying it.

“Is that why I caught you staring at my cleavage today?” Eddie nods yes like he’s to ashamed to admit out loud.

“It’s okay, you can look. You can even touch if you want.” Eddie looks but it’s not nearly enough for you.

“Can I kiss you?” He nods yes again and you waste no time, kissing his lips. Eddie’s hesitant but that quickly fades when you guide his hand under your shirt, he cups your breast. You take the opportunity to explore the tent in his jeans, palming his dick through his jeans. He lets out a small moan so you pull away from the kiss.

“Did you like that?” You ask hand still on his groin.

“Yeah.”

“I can make you feel so good. You want that?” You ask, still palming his cock through his jeans. Eddie moans yes, so you lead him to the back of his van.

“Here?” He asks, getting comfortable.

“Yeah we’ll just have to keep it down.” You grin sitting between his legs pulling the waist of jeans down along with his underwear. Revealing his large throbbing dick, pre cum sitting on his tip.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this?” You start pumping his cock, watching the pleasure flood his face. Small whimpers leaving his mouth.

“So good,” he whines.

“I bet. Walking around all day long hard because of me? No way to release it.” He nods as your lips meet with the tip of his penis before swallowing as much as you can. Your tongue moving as you go up and down. You hand playing with his balls. You look up and through your lashes you can see Eddie unfolding in front of you. His moans fill the van, not being quiet at all. Eddie starts pushing down on the back of your head, forcing you to gag on his dick. Tears start to fill your eyes. You can feel the pool growing in your panties.

You push against his hands to catch your breath, spitting all saliva that’s built up onto his dick. Going back down on him, this time pushing your own limits. Making your self gag on his giant cock.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” Eddie speaks panting. You stop what you’re doing and start taking your shorts and panties off, aligning your entrance with his cock.

“You weren’t wearing a shirt,”

“What?” You ask confused.

“In my dream.” You laugh before ripping it off throwing it to the side. Eddie’s eyes gawk at your exposed tits, even bigger and better than he had imagined. You grab his hand, leading it so he can feel how wet your cunt is.

“See how wet you make me.” You moan as he explores your pussy, fingers sliding through your lips before making slow circles on your clit.

“It’s about you today. Making your dreams come true, Teddy.” He helps you line up his dick with your hole. You slowly drop onto it, enveloping his whole cock with your warm wet pussy.

“Fuck.” Both of you are moaning. You move your hips back and forward, Eddie’s hands find you hips, guiding you. His dick fills you up perfectly. You’ve never felt so full. It’s like his dick was made for your pussy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie whines.

“Everything you’ve ever dreamt of?”

“Yes,” he moans, you drop to his level still riding him so you can kiss him intensely. You’re sweating, it’s hot as fuck in this van. The windows fogging up. The thought of possibly being caught turning you both on more. You pull away so you can pick up your pace. Eddie’s hands find their way to your boobs, squeezing tightly.

“I’m so close,” he says.

“Cum inside me.” You purr sending Eddie over the edge. His warm cum shoots inside you, you ride out his high slowing down.

You lay down next to him, breathing heavily. You two take a moment to catch your breaths. Trying to wrap your mind around what just happened and what would happen after this. You two could never go back to just being friends.

“I feel terrible.” You whip your head towards him.

“I just sucked your dick and then rode it till you came inside me and you feel terrible?” Anger threatening to come out in your voice.

“It was amazing. I just so caught up in it I didn’t make you finish.”

“I said today was about you. Making your dream come true. It can be all about me next time.” You laugh.

“Next time?” He asks.

“If you want that.”

“I definitely want that.”

“Good.” You smile kissing him one more time.

—

“What happened? Where did you guys go?” Jeff asks as you two sheepishly rejoin them in the drama room.

“We talked it out,” Eddie says sitting down. More like fucked it out but whatever.

“Just made his dream come true.” You laugh, Eddie shoots you a look.

“What?” Jeff asks.

“Ignore her.” Eddie demands and everyone goes back to playing DND. Eddie and you spend the whole game eye fucking each other. Counting down the minutes till you’d have him alone again, him doing the same.

[lola-andheruniverse]

Omg lol In It So Hard is my fic! That's so sweet someone recommended it! Someone sent me an ask about it a year or so ago, but things were still tough . I started writing it in 2014 actually, and I had 6 chapters posted but I took them down to give it a rewrite in 2019. My mom broke her shoulder in the middle of Covid, my aunt went through cancer and radiation, my life got so crazy. Chapter three is Carol's POV then each chapter goes back and forth between. This just warms my heart 💓💓💓💓 it's definitely not abandoned and I want to continue sharing it (ten years almost in the making lol.) Thank you so much for your words, this just inspires me. My situation is a lot better now, and I've been rereading chapter three, wondering if I should post. It's so funny xD when I was trying to name the cat, it just occurred to me Daryl would just call it "Cat" 😅 Aww this just made my day being the first thing I see opening up the tag tonight. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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[hqxreader]

Heyyy! Your writing is AMAZING! I was wondering if you could write a bokuto scenario where his s/o is shy and quiet but screams to cheer him on when he is in emo mode? I feel like this would be cute loll

a/n- Hi Hon! This was a super cute request, but for some reason this was hard to write?? Idk why, I had it planned out but then the words just weren’t working for me haha. Okay, I hope you enjoy!  

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Expect the Unexpected

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Word Count: 943 

Warnings: None?? That I can think of at least.

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Bokuto and you walked outside the school towards the gymnasium, fingers interlocked together, discussing the practice match the volleyball club would have against Nekoma today. “-And so that’s how we’re going to beat Kuroo this afternoon, great plan right!” You nodded in agreement, smiling and squeezing his hand, not adding much commentary. 

People always found it ironic how one of the loudest students in school was dating a shy, quiet student, but your relationship was great. Bokuto didn’t always need to hear words to know what you were thinking, your expression and body language spoke for you. 

As the two of you walked into the gym, both teams were there and ready to play.

“Bokuto! Where have you been?” Konoha cried out, stomping up to the two of you with a frown on his face, “You’re 10 minutes late! You’re the captain, you can’t do this stuff.” 

Bokuto raised your interlocked hands with a smile, as if saying, ‘well duh where do you think I was?’

“I was picking y/n up from class, we were talking and got distracted, sorry.” 

Bokuto let go of your hand and left a quick kiss on your forehead, running towards the locker rooms to change quickly. Walking towards the bleachers you sat and got some snacks out to eat while watching the matches.

Bokuto came back in a few minutes later, wearing a dark blue t-shirt and white shorts, knee pads on. Waving his hands in the air towards Kuroo, “Hey hey hey! What’s up Kuroo!” Bokuto yelled across the gym, walking towards the bed head captain. 

Kuroo wore a smirk on his face, arms crossed across his chest. “Nothing much Airhead, just getting ready to beat you guys, ready to lose today?”

Bokuto laughed, the deep sound echoing throughout the whole gym, “There’s no way you’re going to do that, not today, not ever.” The best friends glared at each other, as if it was an actual game and it depended who won Nationals. Eventually they called it a tie, Bokuto turning around and walking back towards his team. 

“See what I mean, Akaashi? A child,” You heard Konoha murmur as the team stretched. 

You wanted to get up and give him a piece of your mind, defend your boyfriend, but your mouth only moved like a fish out of water when you tried to say something. You shut your mouth with a sigh and continued to munch on your food.  

Before you knew it, the one of the first practice matches was close to being over and the score was at 20-18, Nekoma winning. Bokuto was up to serve, and as he bounced the ball against the floor, he looked towards you. You gave him a grin and a thumbs up, mouthing, ‘You can do it.’

Bokuto gave you a big grin in return, and focused back on serving. He threw the ball into the air, running a few steps before jumping in the air and hitting it. 

The thing was, it barely missed Konoha’s head as it hit the net, “Bokuto, what the hell man!?” Konoha yelled, turning around to face the ace, about to yell at him again. 

You could instantly see Bokuto’s attitude change by watching the tips of his dual colored hair droop down like his mouth. “I’m sorry, are my serves that bad? I can’t even get them over the net, what kind of ace can't even get a ball over the net?” He started moping around the court, mumbling under his breath how he shouldn’t even be one of the top five aces in Japan.

Everyone in the gym looked at him with their eyebrows raised, that little mistake caused his brain to break down like that? Akaashi looked towards you for assistance, he knew you were able to help them the best when Bokuto ended up in one of his emo modes.

You stood up suddenly, cupping your hands around your mouth, “You can do it, Koutarou!! I believe in you, you’re the best ace in Japan!” Almost everyone turned towards you, jaws dropped. Since when were you that loud?

After yelling, you gave another thumbs up and sat back down as if nothing had happened, fixing you h/c hair from when you stood up quickly.

Akaashi watched the captain, Bokuto’s facial expression changing into a much happier one as he snapped out of his emo mode. Akaashi smirked, ‘And this is why we need l/n-san here every day.’ 

He walked up to Bokuto and they both looked at you, “See Bokuto-san, l/n-san knows you’re an amazing ace, no matter what happens on the court.” Bokuto nodded in agreement, a big grin on his face. He was finally back to his normal, obnoxious self. 

“You’re right Akaashi! If y/n believes in me then I can do anything!!” 

“Alright that’s great, we’ve been waiting here for five minutes now, can we finish kicking your ass!?”

Bonus:

In the end, Nekoma did not end up kicking their ass, they only beat them twice out of five matches, which pissed Kuroo off. As the teams finished up by putting equipment away, Konoha walked up to Akaashi, “I still can’t believe that shy, little l/n can be so loud when cheering on their rowdy boyfriend..”

Akaashi smiled, watching Bokuto asking you about how awesome he was during the matches, how much he loved you, and how the two of you were definitely going out for ice cream afterwards. 

All you did was smile and nod, quietly say you loved him too, and hugged him despite how sweaty he was. “But they’re happy together, and that’s what matters.”  

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I hope you enjoyed!

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[sakura-haruka]

Mike aka captainpoe is talking shit about me so let me get things straight.

He’s gonna do screenshots of what will makes him look like the victim, like he always does so you will have to believe me on my words (since I coun’t found our conversations by pm) but most people who know me or I've been following me for a long time know that I usually stay out of the drama. Big thanks to my friends for telling me what he was doing behind my back like the adult he is.

3 years ago Mike started following me, I was back then a small blog and I thought “wow a big blog is following me!”

He started to talk me and really fast told me to send him my edits by messages and I did! he also reblogged me on his mcu blog (and his sw blog too... I think).

I was really stressed with a big exam around July and I became obsess with EVERYTHING, I was a true pain in the ass to everyone. I’m not gonna lie. So yeah I also became obsess with my Tumblr notes, I did gifs to relax but it was not working very well back then. my behavior was childish and I apologized to him after! 

(He accused me of wanting to be reblogged on his sideblogs, it’s true, but it’s natural to me to reblog everything that people send me or tag me in on my sideblogs, I sincerely don’t understand people problem with reblogging on sideblogs things ).

When he got harassed on here, more like called out (it was actually around the same time I was a dick)  he asked me to take his defense and to reblog a post he made, he was basically whining about how he was the victim and never harassed anyone, he sent me messaged telling me that he was a married man in florida and never did anything against the once upon a time fandom, wasn’t homophobic and meh meh meh... Back then I believed him because he was the nice guy who was helping me getting notes in the MCU fandom. He used me, after talking to other members I realized that I wasn’t alone. 

I WANT TO APOLOGIES TO THE POEPLE I DIDN’T BELIEVED BACK THEN. I KNOW WHO HE IS NOW. 

He started being aggressive but nothing worriedly when TLJ came around, it was a real little thing but I wasn't shipping Rey x poe and I felt like it was problem for him that I wasn’t shipping them. I didn't thought too much about it but still, it left a bad taste in my mouth, I wasn’t talking a lot to him after that.

When I had problems and got hate on my blog he didn't do shit to help me. 

I was still sending me my edits because... Notes. I can’t lie about that, like every ��creators here I want my edits to get notes. 

I think we haven’t talked for a verrrry long time, I was sending my edits that’s it. 

Last year he asked me to join my GOT blog, after all the reblog he did for me I thought It would be really bitchy to me to not add him as a member. But I also noted that it was funny how he joined both the B99 and the GOT fandom once he realized that it was very popular. 

He did edits on the blog so no problem at all, until s8 ended. I’m like everybody, I hated that season but when someone join my sideblogs, especially my got one, I am very clear about the no hate rule (I had problems with that on this blog before). But he thought that since he was popular he could do what he wanted, I deleted the two first he reblogged, one of them was calling people to harass D&D and I hate what they did but as someone who has been victim of bullying at school and still suffer from that I was disgusted by what he posted but I haven’t told him anything since he’s really popular and I didn’t want to create any drama... I have a life so I  finally forgot about it. 

My laptop broke and gosh, I really understood who he was at that moment! I sent a messages to all the members of my sideblogs asking them to keep the blogs active while I can’t, normal stuff for an admin. I had my tablet with no photoshop... spidey got “fired” and like a lot of other people I thought about that scene in iw where Tony told him “you’re an avenger now”, lucky me I have already made that gifset before so I took my tablet and just reposted my own gifset, it took me so long because I had to convert it back to gif format because of Tumblr... Anyway, later he sent me a message accusing me of having copied him and I haven’t seen his gifset so told him exactly that. He then accused me of doing that ALL THE TIME with endgame and I told him “listen bro we’re both using the same 30 seconds YouTube clips that marvel gave us”, like 20 other people (they were not a lot of people because that channel was weirdly unknown), it’s true that I was doing them after him but it’s just because I have a life and cannot always do gif, I make them when I have time. He also basically told me that I must be rich for having replaced my laptop that fast, I haven’t, I was using my tablet but even if I did replace my laptop, mêle toi de ton cul ( I have no English expression coming to me ).

I really understood who he was then. 

He totally stopped making edits for my got blog, because it stopped trending so it wasn’t interesting him anymore. 

a few months past and I think the only thing he told me is that he was scared of clowns... Literally. 

And then the BIG ONE, I know he was a douche but omg. Mike asked me to reblog ALL his posts on a sideblog I'm only a member of. He told me that the admin have blocked him because she was shipping reylo and well reylos hate him because he’s posting shit on them , they were a huge misunderstanding then (because i’m French and I may not have explained myself right) , I told him that I wouldn’t reblog him if the admin didn’t want to see his posts on the blog, he was blocked! and I was, at the same time, talking to another member of this blog who is a close friend of the admin and she agreed with me. he was very insisting and I told him that the admin was checking what we add to the queue and would certainly delete his posts, it was the big misunderstanding that could have hurt the admin of the blog, I just meant I know she checks what’s happening because she told me when I don’t tag a post with the right tags, it’s just what a good admin (unlike myself) does. I also told him that it was a new blog with “only” 14k followers, he must have something like 50K followers sooooo, and that his edits were getting 100K notes, more than anybody here. He became... I have no words to describe that. He told me that it was a dictatorship if I couldn’t reblog what I wanted, and that I should leave the blog, I stopped answering pretty fast after that. 

 In our last conversation I was vulgar. (it’s in the post he sent to my friends), he really need to get over it, I’m French and from Normandie : I am vulgar! wtf. It’s also the last thing he ever posted on my game of thrones blog. It was a Sunday either two days after after the last star wars movie came out or ten days ( I don’t remember if he waited a week or not) but he reblogged a text post from his blog sending hate toward the writers of both got and sw and spoiled the entire Star Wars movie on my game of thrones blog, which was “the drop of water that caused the vase to bleed” like annoy me all you want but when people goes on my got blog they don’t want to be spoiled, it was so rude and mean and that post had nothing to do there and it was at least the third time so I told him to “fucking stop” and since mr thinks he is the king he went all “you can’t talk to me like that” “I'm an adult” meh meh meh. I told him to never go in France ‘cause he wouldn't like us. And it was the last time we spoke.  Nothing to do directly with me but I would never do what he does to get notes, that man he’s ready to use any big events such as pride or women’s day to get notes. I do make edits for those events too but I'm actually a bisexual woman and not an heterosexual man and I really don’t think he’s doing those edits to show his support to those movements but just to get notes, this year he did the same thing with blm movement I thought it was disrespectful at best, he even made the famous “I we burn you burn with us” gifset  from the movie and no, just stop dude.  Making that gifset of Naya before she was even found was awful, a lot of people are doing gifs to feel better about things but I don’t think it would have came to anybody else mind to have it ready in their draft. It actually make me think of myself because after they died I made a gifset of Carrie Fisher and Stan Lee  and in my head  it was a tribute but now that I think back about it I wouldn’t make gifset when people dies anymore, I said it once again but in my head it was a tribute to those wonderful people life and work.  I did to feel people and myself a little better in those situations but it didn’t makes me feel better. I thought about it even more, especially for Carrie, because I couldn’t stop thinking about Billie and losing my mom is the worst thing that could happen to me. You can say that, at the end, Mike makes me realize something. 

He has been calling out for his behavior but instead of facing it like an adult he just want to take people down instead of him, I'm one of them and I certainly won’t be the only one.  it’s someone who doesn’t know how to face the consequences of his behavior and still think he’s untouchable, me and one of my friend said that he thought he was the king of Tumblr and I sincerely think that in his head he is. 

Sorry for the grammar I'm French and it’s almost 4 am so I'm gonna check the grammar tomorrow. 

[kyber-crystal]

united we stand || s.r

summary: in which you, sam, steve, and natasha are forced to go on the run after civil war. unfortunately, being a fugitive with government officials out for his blood doesn’t seem to stop the great captain america from falling even more in love with you.

words: ~2.5k

warnings: slight angst, sam and natasha being matchmakers, fluff 

a/n: OMG IM SORRY THIS ONE WAS SO POORLY WRITTEN ADLFJDSF

It doesn't have to come down to this, Tony. Look what you're doing. You're tearing the Avengers apart."

"You did that when you sided with Cap, Y/N."

"What do we do now?"

"We fight."

"He's my friend."

"So was I."

"He killed our parents, Y/N. And you're still willing to take his side? I thought I could trust you. But I guess I can't even rely on my own judgement anymore to make decisions, can I?"

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you jumped from rooftop to rooftop, a dull ache forming at the edges of your skull due to all the thoughts rushing around in your brain and narrowly escaping a flurry of over two dozen of General Ross's men.

Guilt settled in the pit of your stomach, making your insides churn. You turned against the last family you had left, and now you were paying the price.

You're one hundred percent sure that Tony hates your guts at this point. Leaving your brother for someone else; what had you become?

"What now?" Sam asked, looking around and sending Redwing out to survey your surroundings for any other agents that could be approaching. "What's our next step?"

"We gotta catch a train. Belfast's no longer safe for us," Steve panted as he slid his shield over his back, trying to catch his breath. "Our safety's already compromised as it is."

"Nat's gonna go get the tickets, I'll buy us some disguises. We're less likely to be recognized because you guys are all suited up with your wings and shield," you explained. "Wait here."

A few minutes later you were all dressed inconspicuously in your new disguises, looking like the other civilians that were walking around. You didn't have enough time to check the sizes of the clothing, so Steve ended up wearing some jeans and a light grey T-shirt that was about a size too small for him, outlining every inch of his toned torso.

You quickly tore your gaze away before anyone noticed you staring. Sam caught this, however, and sent you a little wink. You glared at him in response.

"The next train to Glasgow leaves in nine. We gotta hurry," Natasha said as she handed you your tickets. "Come on."

Luckily you weren't recognized as the ticket holder came around, though you tried to keep your heads down low when she passed by.

"It's a 14 hour ride. You fellas might wanna relax, take a nap or something," she said, reclining her seat back and closing her eyes. "We won't be arriving until early tomorrow morning."

You relaxed in your seat, the tension in your muscles loosening a bit. But Steve saw the distressed look in your eyes and placed a gentle hand on top of yours.

"You alright?"

"Could be better, I mean, it's not like I chose to be a fugitive on the run from the entire world," you joked, but the smirk on your face quickly fell. "No. I'm not."

"It's going to be okay, you know. Things'll work out in the end."

"I sure hope so."

You fell into an awkward silence after that, resting your chin on your hand as you stared out ahead, watching the rolling hills whiz by in a blur, the vibrant green a sharp contrast to the powdery blue sky. Ireland was a beautiful country, really. You wished you could stay longer purely for the sake of admiring all the lovely scenery.

"You know, if you just want to talk about anything, we can do that. 14 hours is a pretty long train ride," he finally spoke up about an hour later. Sam was fast asleep at this point, mouth opened slightly as his head rested on Natasha's shoulder, who was sleeping as well.

"Yeah, it is. But we've had worse days, right?"

"We have," Steve agreed.

So you just talked, about whatever came to your minds. Your childhood, your past before joining the Avengers Initiative where you'd previously served as one of SHIELD's top agents for several years, Steve's life back in the 40's before becoming a super-soldier, how much things changed over the years. About past missions.

Soon enough you felt your eyelids droop heavily from fatigue. He noticed your tiredness and reached out his right arm, gently wrapping it around you and pulling you towards his side, encircling you completely in his warm embrace. Slowly but steadily, your muscles began to release the tension in them and you leaned into his touch.

"Why don't you get some shut-eye. We have plenty of time to talk when we arrive."

"Mhm," you mumbled sleepily. He smiled, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face as you drifted off.

...

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is our final stop. We have arrived at Glasgow Central Station," the conductor's voice announced over the intercom as the train began slowing down. "The weather is currently 59 degrees, and it is 5:27 a.m."

"Wake up, lovebirds," Natasha clapped as you stirred slightly, looking confused as you raised your head from where it rested against Steve's chest. "Time to get going."

You yawned and stood up, stepping off onto the platform into the station, surprisingly busy at the crack of dawn. You really just wanted to curl back up into a ball and sleep. Talking for four hours straight with Steve had knocked you out completely.

After getting new SIM cards, Sam quickly created an account to get you checked into a hotel.

"It's a half hour walk. We should probably limit public transportation as much as we can," he stated as he slid his phone into his jacket pocket. "Managed to snag a 40% off deal including a free night, so we're good for the next few weeks until we get an actual apartment."

"You know," Natasha commented, adjusting her baseball cap and aviators as you made your way outside down the bustling street, "if we weren't currently trying to flee from the government's grasp, I'd say I'd wanna come back here for a vacation. And that's on nice architecture."

"With us?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Why not? You're pretty good company. I wouldn't wanna hang out with anyone else."

"Well, what can I say?" Sam puffed up his chest. "I'm smooth with the ladies."

You simply laughed. "Yeah, sure you are."

Glasgow was a breathtaking city. With sprawling Victorian style buildings and cobblestone roads, brightly labeled bars and restaurants, it appeared as if it was pulled straight from a rustic 19th-century painting.

You checked into your hotel after grabbing some food from the nearby bakery. For a cheap price, your room was surprisingly simple but large: a king bed in one room, a pullout couch, and a small balcony so you could stand outside and take in the view of the city.

Despite having no time zone difference between Ireland and Scotland, you were still extremely jet-lagged, most likely due to the flight you'd taken over to Berlin not long ago. After binge-watching reruns of some sitcom for the rest of the day, you fell asleep, clutching your pillow tightly.

Natasha and Sam had good eyes, and could clearly see something was going on between you and Steve.

The truth was, you wanted something to happen but both of you were too chicken to make a move, thinking being in relationship while on the run was inconvenient and unnecessary.

The first few days passed by relatively quickly. You only really went out to buy groceries, and even then you went two at a time to avoid drawing unwanted attention to yourselves. Once, you treated yourselves to a night out at a nice restaurant, enjoying each others' company. It was a way to forget about your currently unfortunate situation.

...

But then the nightmares began.  

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed after waking up in a cold sweat, heading over to the bathroom. Everyone had already gone to sleep long ago, and you envied people like Sam as he could knock out cold almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Staring at your ghostly reflection in the mirror, you squeezed your eyes shut, releasing tears that cascaded down your flushed cheeks in a hot flood. You ran trembling fingers through your messy hair in an attempt to tame it, taking a brief look at your disheveled appearance. The heavy dark circles underneath your bloodshot eyes that were a result of hardly sleeping over the past week were clear, as well as your sunken cheekbones and deathly pale complexion.

You studied the woman that looked back at you, with the same unnerving and hollowed out gaze that she'd worn for years; a façade she learned to develop so that nobody could see when she felt weak; helpless. 

Ten days. 

Only ten days had passed since you arrived in Scotland, yet it seemed as if you aged ten years during that short amount of time. Small creases in between your brows indicated stress and anxiety from leaving everything you knew behind, for a future you could barely see ahead of. For a life that held an endless amount of consequences if you took one misstep, one wrong move.

Your body felt heavy, weighed down as if you carried the weight of a thousand men upon your aching shoulders. You didn't know what to do; what to think anymore.

You didn't look thirty-two anymore, you looked older. Almost as old as Tony. And there was a 10+ year age gap between you and him.

God, Tony.

You betrayed him. The last living member of your family on earth, and you betrayed him.

Turned your back on him, because you didn't believe in the same ideas. Was it really worth turning your back on your own blood just because of a disagreement?

I thought I could trust you.

I thought I could, too. But I guess things don't always work out as planned, do they?

They don't. I don't even know what I can say to you anymore. Hell, I can't look at you without seeing a traitor. You turned your back on all of us, and that's unforgivable.

The Accords, you know I couldn't sign them. It isn't right. I'm fighting for what I believe in.

No, you're fighting for Steve, not yourself. Always running over to precious Cap even if it costs you your safety, if it costs you everything and everyone you ever loved. Because you think that you can rely on him and him alone, to get through this. You won't get very far by keeping this act up, you know.

News flash; the world doesn't revolve around you, Tony. Just because someone doesn't agree with what you believe, doesn't mean you have to tear their team, their family, apart for it.

You're blaming me?

Maybe I am.

"What are you doing up this late?"

Steve's voice jolted you from your train of thought, and you looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe dressed in sweats and another tight-fitting T-shirt, his blue eyes scanning over you worriedly.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm fine, if that's what you're wondering. I'm just a bit jet-lagged," you muttered, hastily wiping away another stray tear that escaped. He pushed himself off the wall and caught your wrist as you were bringing your hand down, tugging you towards him slightly.

"Tell me what's going on."

"I'm fine!"

"No, you're not. What's wrong, Y/N?"

"I..." your voice faltered. You didn’t even realize you’d started crying until you felt your face grow wet from the salty tears that rolled silently into your cracked lips. "I don't know. Everything's wrong."

"Everything?"

"I made a mistake."

"What do you mean, mistake?"

"I turned my back against Tony. My family. I betrayed my own family, Steve." Your voice cracked. "And now I can't even guarantee that I'll ever see him again."

"You did what you had to do," he said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You felt your skin burning up under his touch. "You were just trying to do what you felt was right."

"Yeah, by teaming up with the side of the man who killed my parents. I can't imagine what he even thinks of me right now."

A look of hurt briefly passed over Steve's face at the mention of Bucky.

"...But I know their deaths were out of his control, so I don't blame him," you continued. "Still..I hurt him. And now, I have to live with knowing that fact." "Look, I'm sorry."

"What?"

You looked up and met his gaze, feeling his bright blue eyes boring into yours. He didn't seem upset or angry at all; there was an eerie softness and calming feeling about the way he looked at you that made you relax a bit.

"I shouldn't have dragged you into this mess. I never wanted you to have this kind of life; where you're always living in uncertainty. You deserve better than that."

"It's not your fault at all," you swallowed hard. Talking and breathing grew increasingly difficult with the sob that was building up in the back of your throat, that you tried desperately to conceal for so long, "it's mine. I made that decision to side with you, not only because I couldn't stand the idea of signing the Accords. So it's...it's on me. God, I don't know what to do anymore, I can't—"

A wave of grief suddenly hit you from all sides, causing you to keel over, sliding down against the cold wall with a hand clutching your stomach as an agonized scream tear itself through your body and out of your throat. And you were drowning; suffocated by your own tears as you struggled to breathe. You tried desperately to stop them but nothing could seem to hold back the heavy sobs that wracked your body, clawing at your lungs and heart. 

Steve crouched down in front of you and pulled you against him, arms tightening around your body with each cry that escaped your lips. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to take all your sadness and frustration and grief and put it upon himself, to carry the weight on his shoulders so he wouldn't have to watch you endure the pain. He'd much rather have to suffer himself than watch you try and bear the burden and fall to pieces in the process.

Seeing you breaking down before him with your gut-wrenching cries that echoed across the small space, more vulnerable than you'd ever been in front of him before, made it feel as if someone was directly ripping his heart right out of his chest and tearing it into a thousand pieces with their bare hands. 

"Hey, it's okay," he whispered soothingly as he pressed his lips to the side of your temple, "it's okay. I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

Despite how you felt as if your heart was twisting itself into knots, there was something comforting about the way he held you ever so gently in his arms, the way his warm breath fell against his neck as one arm was firmly hooked around your waist, running his free hand through your hair.

So for a moment, you allowed yourself to believe that there was no one else in the world except for just you and him, holding you close, and that everything was fine, even if the feeling only lasted for a second.

[chilling-seavey]

HH ANOTHA ONE - Lorri bugging Daniel to let her drive his car - but wait omg 🥺🥺🥺 that boy would do anything for her so he'd let her drive the first time she asked - and then they go on like a drive somewhere and Lorri just loves driving fast and Daniel can't help put stare at her and just fall in love with her more please🥺🥺🥺

Super inspired by Fun, Fun, Fun by the Beach Boys. It is complete vibes for this blurb and I haven’t listened to a single other song all week

July 1960

“I wanna drive your car.”

“Do you even know how to drive?”

Loretta gasped through the phone, “Yes, Daniel, I know how to drive.”

“I have never seen you behind the wheel ever in my whole life.” Daniel chuckled.

“I know how to drive and I want to drive your Thunderbird up the coast.”

“Oh really?”

“Stop laughing at me!”

Daniel bit his lip to hide his cheeky smile, “I’m not laughing at you, my love. When do you wanna go?”

“I told Dad that I need to go to the library today for college so…today!”

“Don’t you need to actually study?”

Loretta groaned in annoyance through the phone and he could hear her flop backwards onto her bed, “No! I hate doing summer college when you’re on break! It’s not fair! I deserve a break.”

“To go up the coast?”

“Yes, Dani, please?” Loretta begged.

Daniel checked the time on the stove, “Alright. I’ll come pick you up and we’ll swing by Sherry’s for lunch and then head up the coast.”

“Ah! I love you!” Loretta shrieked. “I’m already dressed! Now get over here quick!”

The line went dead and Daniel only laughed lightly at his girlfriend’s way too eager attitude as he hung up the receiver and rushed upstairs to grab his wallet and keys. He stopped in the doorway to the master bedroom where his mother was folding laundry, “Lori and I are going out, Ma. Won’t be home for supper.”

“Alright, honey. Drive safe.” she called after him as he rushed down the stairs and right out the front door.

It was a perfect day for a drive, the summer LA heat allowing the convertible to be wide open and the cloudless blue sky made for easy driving. Daniel slid on his sunglasses and turned the key in the ignition to make his way down to Loretta’s house a few blocks away. She was already waiting at the end of her driveway in high-waisted red shorts, a white halter top, and white sneakers, a classic red ribbon tying her brown hair back from her face, and when she saw Daniel, her smile broke even wider and she jumped onto the road as he fell to a stop in front of her.

“Hey, lover boy.” she greeted, leaning over the driver’s side door to kiss him. “Let’s roll! Scoot over.”

Daniel only laughed and put the car in park before shuffling over to the passenger side to let her climb behind the wheel. She tossed her book bag in the backseat – she had to take it since she told her father she was going to the library – and she slid her cat-eyed sunglasses on before carefully setting her hands on the steering wheel with a grin.

“Yes. This feels good.” Loretta nodded once.

She pressed her foot down on the gas, revving the engine loudly as they were still in park. Daniel’s eyes went wide as he watched her hesitantly.

“Oh…oopsies.” she giggled and set the car into drive to press down on the gas and they went speeding forward down her street so suddenly that Daniel flopped backwards against the leather seats with a gasp.

He was too in shock to say anything as he clutched onto the top of the door beside him and the back of the seat between the two of them. After a few minutes, Loretta seemed to get the hang of it and her jerky movements turned smoother but she was still nearly throwing Daniel through the windshield every time they reached a stop sign.

“Just…pull slowly into the parking spot.” Daniel said cautiously as they navigated their way down the busy beachside street towards Sherry’s Diner.

Loretta whipped the wheel around, spinning them way too quickly into the parking spot and Daniel audibly squeaked as they just barely missed the car in the adjacent spot, biting on his finger to not try to critique her driving too terribly. He would have cried if he got a scratch on the pretty red paint and he leaned over the side of the car just to make sure they had cleared it.

“Wow!” Loretta grinned as she sat back and took her foot of the brake.

“Park, Lori! Put it in park!” Daniel reminded her quickly as they started rolling back towards the busy street.

“Shoot.” Loretta gasped, pushing the gear shift to park. She glanced over at her boyfriend who looked like he had seen the gates of hell and back in their ten-minute drive to the diner, “Sorry.”

“Maybe…I should drive us up the coast.” Daniel offered gently.

“No. Dani, please, I’ll be better on the highway, I promise. The constant stopping and starting is just…tricky.”

Daniel looked over at her and her pleading expression and he sighed, grabbing her cheeks in one hand and leaned in to pull her lips to his for a kiss, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

Loretta grinned at him.

They ate lunch together in the diner – hamburgers and strawberry milkshakes of course – and then headed back to the car for their little road trip.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Daniel asked again as she sat behind the wheel.

“I am sure.” Loretta nodded, sliding her sunglasses to the top of her head and sent him a sweet smile. The sun made her freckles stand out and Daniel habitually swiped his thumb over them before tapping the tip of her nose. He was stalling.

A group of teenage girls walked past on the sidewalk and their eyes lingered on the pretty girl behind the wheel of the bright red sports car, nothing but jealousy in their eyes. Loretta only smiled at them through the windshield as Daniel pressed a kiss to her cheek. Was there really anything wrong with flaunting what she was proud to have?

Daniel finally walked around the car and climbed in beside her, taking a deep breath and they prepared to head towards Highway 1. Loretta put the car into reverse and Daniel kept an extra eye out as she backed out of the parking spot and onto the beach side road to make sure they weren’t going to hit anything. They almost clipped a curb but he managed to grab the wheel in time to avoid it, only making Loretta mumble another ‘oops’ before she was switching to drive and pulling off down the road with a jerk.

“Oh boy.” Daniel blurted out, reaching out a hand to hold onto the dashboard through his skyrocketing anxiety, “I love you so much.”

Loretta only giggled proudly, and he directed her towards the highway exit. Sure enough, it was smoother once they were on straight road and Loretta pressed her foot down harder on the gas as they picked up speed, the ocean right on their left and the California hills directly on their right, the summer wind streaking through their hair in the open top convertible. Loretta shrieked with excitement and reached to turn on the radio, turning up the volume nice and loud as they sped down Highway 1.

“Good golly, this is incredible!” Loretta cheered. She sang along loudly to the radio’s top hits, pushing twenty over the speed limit under the perfect California sun.

Daniel relaxed more into his seat since they were no longer hitting stop signs every block and he draped his left arm over the back of the seats and took a moment to take in the scenery. His eyes drifted from the sparkling blue sea to Loretta’s beaming face and her cheerful singing as she took the road like a pro-driver. She lifted one hand off the steering wheel to throw up in the air, her soft curls and red ribbon billowing in the breeze that whooshed past them, her fingers curling around nothing as if trying to grab the air.

“Daniel James Seavey! I am absolutely in love with you and your car!” Loretta shouted as loud as she could.

Daniel laughed joyfully, throwing his own hands in the air and tossed his head back against the leather seats to just be in the moment with her. They drove all the way up to Santa Maria in wine country – two-and-a-half hours out of Los Angeles – and took a pit stop to grab something to eat and use a gas station washroom before going to head home again.

It was well past dinner time when they returned to LA and they were both still riding the highs of the beautiful scenery and good music and perfect company. Loretta pulled up to the curb down the street from her house and made sure to put the car in park before turning to face Daniel and leaned right in to kiss him strongly.

He smiled into it, pushing his hand through the back of her hair to keep her close and they kissed lazily for a few short minutes before Loretta was sitting back again.

“Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for not killing us.” Daniel added.

She giggled and left him with a few more kisses before she reached into the backseat and picked up her book bag before climbing out of the car. Daniel shuffled over to sit behind the wheel again and grabbed her hand before she could walk off. He pulled her back to the side of the car and down to kiss her lips again.

“I love you forever.”

Loretta smiled widely, “I love you forever and five days.”

“Call me.”

“You got it, lover boy.” Loretta kissed him once more before hopping onto the sidewalk and rushing a few houses down to her own.

Her lie didn’t get her far as the moment she stepped inside, her father shouted the time across the house to her, claiming that the library closed three hours ago. Despite being twenty years old – “then you should be old enough to know that you should be taking your studies seriously” – Loretta was grounded for the rest of the week and sent to her room.

Daniel called her when he got home since he hadn’t heard from her, only to be told by her father that she was grounded and he even gave Daniel a bit of a stern talking-to as well. He should be supporting her education not taking her out on aimless adventures.

Loretta was laying on her bed, glaring at the ceiling, when there was a knock at her window. She got up and walked around to her window, sliding the glass open and leaned her head out. Daniel was stood on the grass underneath her bedroom window with a little smirk on his face,

“Let me up. Just cuz you’re grounded doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun, right?”

[agataroman]

One Moment Changes Everything (Part 2)

A/N: Okay, part 2, enjoy

Pairing: Jackson (GOT7) x Reader

When you must wake up for breakfast because it ends at ten o’clock. After a concert… Never imagined it like this. How I didn’t want to get out of bed.

But then again, I will have breakfast, will return to my room and sleep all day long.

That woke me up a little bit, so I got up and prepared. Almost nobody was having a breakfast (it was 9:30). I had time to order my thoughts. I still couldn’t believe that I saw them. Like… OMG!!!

And I even talked to Jackson Wang. Maybe for less than five minutes, but even that counts. I am happy that I got tickets for fansign too. I felt like I could fly, like gravitation wasn’t working on me.

I decided to stay whole day in my room. I can go explore LA tomorrow, the only free day I have, before I have to go back to my country. When I got back, I just fell on bed fully clothed. I even fell asleep for a moment.

When I woke up I still had some time, so I looked at my Got7Amino. The concert was yesterday, not even 24 hours ago and there were blogs about me and Jackson. My photo was nowhere and I sighed with relieve.

The messages where almost the same. Mostly speculated about us. „How do they know each other?“ „Was that only a fan or someone Jackson knows more?“ And more similar sentences. Luckily nobody knew. I think that after today, someone will know my face. I was little scared about that. What would other ahgases think about me? What if someone found me on SNS?

All those thoughts crossed my mind. But then I thought of Jackson. If he can endure it, so can I. Even if it will take long to get used to it.

I really had nothing to do. Again I played games on phone, because I didn’t want to take my laptop with me… What if I lost it somewhere? Rather not. So I was mostly playing games. Or reading some fanfics. I won’t even tell what fanfics… I would be so embarrassed if anyone knew.

Finally it was time for me to go on fansign. I’ve never been there, so I don’t know how it will go. I dressed and checked if I didn’t forget the ticket and went. It was held near the stadium so I already knew the way.

I didn’t want to come on time, because I wanted to talk to Jackson again and I thought I could do that only after it ends. But I got there only an hour after the start and I had another hour and half. So I found myself a place to sit and I waited. The members didn’t notice me but that didn’t matter.

It was kind of fun. Sometimes it was little under because Got7 had to sign someone the album and didn’t have time to pay us attention. But those funny times, I can’t. One of the cutest things there was when Jackson gave Bambam a piggyback. Also Jaebum put on this silly headband with big leopard ears. Kyaa!!! I couldn’t. When you see it on picture it’s not as powerful as when you see it up-close.

I am telling you. Why does it always end so soon. Like 15 minutes from now, but still. So I stepped up and went for my signing. First I went to Yugyeom. He was in all black and had flowers in his hair. How can such devil look so angelic? Tell me!

„Hello,“ I said.

„Annyeong,“ he replied. I put album on table and he signed it.  He didn’t recognize me. Lucky. I wanted to be recognized only by Jackson. And maybe Mark as he saw me already.

„The flowers are pretty,“ I said. He smiled at me.

„Thank you.“ I bowed and went to next person.

Bambam. He is fashion killer! Come on, he is always so perfectly clothed, fully in black like Yugyeom. And he had black cat‘s ears!

Instead of greeting I dabbed… I couldn’t help it. And he dabbed back. Both of us laughed.

„Where you yesterday on concert?“ he asked me.

„Sure thing Bam-oppa,“ I smiled wider.

„I’m really your oppa?“ he couldn’t believe it.

„I’m two years younger.“ He just nodded and signed my album. When I went to next member, Bambam sent me a hand heart!

The next person was Jinyoung. I knew that he heard my conversation with Bambam, he was judging me with his eyes. I just put my finger on my lips, I didn’t want anyone know… yet. We didn’t talk, he just signed album and on the way he gave me high-five.

The forth person in row was Youngjae.

„What’s up!“ his usual greeting.

„Hi,“ I waved. I really couldn’t do anything more. With the flower in his hair he looked so innocent! He smiled at me wide and we handshaked.

The next one was tougher. Im „Chic & Sexy“ Jaebum. And why did he have to have expression like that! I really wanted to fan myself. What a pity he didn’t have the ears anymore. But we know how he is with these kinds of things. He simply waved at me.

„Hi,” I managed weak hello. As I said, I am usually shy in front of people, more likely people I don’t know (personally).

I felt little better with the next person. Our cute visual Mark.

„Hey, you’re the girl from yesterday,” he said. I knew he would recognize me.

„Yep, that’s me.” I smiled.

„How did you even meet?“ Suddenly someone put their arm around my shoulders. I jumped in fear and scremed a little bit. When I turned to see the person, it was Jackson.

„Dammit Jackson, don’t do that! I am even worse than you when scared.”

,,Hey what do you mean by that?“

,,Nothing,“ I said while trying to look innocent.

,,Au, you hurt my feelings,“ he pretended to be hurt.

,,Oh don't cry my little baby,“ I made childish noises. Suddenly Mark started laughing.

,,Be quiet Mark.“

,,Sorry but it was kind of funny. So how did you meet?“

,,Now that's funny story. I was coming for concert when I saw this little lost child. I went to help him and what didn't I saw… It was Jackson,“ I said with laugher.

,,(Y/N),“ Jackson said with dangerous voice. I started to run around the table and Jackson was right behind me. Everyone was definitely watching us now. I looked back to confirm he way still behind me. When I turned back Mark was standing there and I had to stop.

Suddenly Jackson was next to me and he kissed me!! It was on cheek near lips but I froze and no thoughts where coming. I was blank. I couldn’t think! Standing there looking who knows where. Someone was waving their hand in front of my face, but I didn’t pay attention to that.

,,I think we broke her,“ said Jackson. That woke me up.

,,Jackson!“ I shouted. I advanced on him and he was going back. Suddenly he put a mic in front of my mouth.

,,Sing,“ he said. Yeah sure, I thought sarcastically.

,,But I can't sing! Plus I am tone-deaf!“

,,So what?“ OK now I wanted to kill him.

,,Do you want her to sing?“ he asked the audience. Everyone started to shout. Wow thanks guys. Maybe it was the kiss or I don't know, but I thought whatever and took the mic.

,,OK guys I'm gonna try it, but I am telling you, you will be wishing you said no.“ So I decided to sing this one song Genie in a bottle by Dove Cameron. So I started singing.

When I finished everyone started clapping.

,,Wasn't so bad,“ commented Jackson. I blushed. I knew that I sing bad even if I like singing and I sing all the time, but…

,,I am not that good.“

,,You were brilliant!“ Jackson was jumping around me and others where noding.

,,Well thanks guys.“ At this moment a woman came on stage and said GOT7 should say goodbye. Everyone was sad. Again it had to end. Jackson gestured to stay there so I went to the background to wait. I really couldn’t think anymore. So many things happened today that… oh never mind. Suddenly someone was hugging me.

,,I don’t want you to go,“ said Jackson. I think he felt same as me. I was so sad to go away and probably never meeting again. At least not anytime soon. He released me and I saw hope.

,,Give me your phone.“ I took my phone out of a pocket and gave it to him. I didn’t know what he was doing. But he explained it.

,,I will call you as soon as we arrive home.“ My eyes wide-opened. Did he said what he said?

,,OK,“ I said still trying to figure it out. He returned my phone to me and hugged me again. This time Mark came too and other came closer.

,,We're going to miss you,“ said Jackson.

,,Definitely. Yesterday he wouldn't shut up about you,“ said this time Mark.

,,Be quiet Mark.“ Now they really had to go. I released them.

,,I am going to miss you too.“ Tears where coming down my face. Jackson leaned closer and kissed me again on cheek. They than turned and went backstage.

I knew most ahgases stayed there so it will definitely end up on net, but I didn’t care. Right now I was trying not to cry and fall on my knees. To hotel I came like in a dream. Didn’t know how I got into my room. But I didn’t care. I fell on bed and cried myself into sleep.

A/N: part 2 is done, next and last part 3 coming up

Part 1

Part 3

[angeldolanx]

Chapter 23. /- treat yourself/

01.03.'20

"You need to tell everything" said Corinna probably the 5th times today. I felt bad for not spending as much time with her like before, so I thought we could have a little girly day. We went to get our lash extensions done first, and later went to a restaurant for launch.

" What do you wanna hear?" I asked while we sat in the restaurant's balcony and read the menu to try to pick something for myself.

"First are you together? Like official?"

"No, I mean I don't know. We never said we are a couple, but we act like it" I replied that made her frown her brows. " I am gonna be gone in less then a year Corinna, maybe it's gonna be easier if it's not official or I don't know. It's hard" I sighed.

"A million and one people lives in a long distance relationship even from their husbands. It can work" she shook her head.  "Of course it's not gonna be easy, but I think you two can work it out. "

"We will see I guess."

Our depressing conversation thank god was interrupted by the waiter who took our orders. I hate that I always need to worry about something in every single one of my life stages. I can't wait for the moment when I live with my husband in a happy relationship while I am pregnant in our home somewhere and I don't need to worry about whats gonna happen in a year or two.

Everytime I thought about the end of the year, when I am gonna go home, I wanted to stop the time and didn't wanted to realize that the weather is started to get warmer as we went to the spring. I don’t even wanna think about how fast time can go and all I’m gonna realize soon is that it’s summer and there is the winter when I leave everything here. I always tried to not talk about it to anyone, and even if I thought about it I tried to distract myself. It was easier like this.

"When you first mentioned Grayson as a "celebrity crush" I've never have thought that he is gonna be your almost boyfriend a year later" grinned Corinna and took a sip from his limonade.

"I secretly hoped" I bit my lip, while my eyes moved from Corinna to the streets behind her. I saw myself from one year ago on those streets, I was so lost and didn't know what's the future is gonna bring. She would probably look at my today self as I laugh carefree in a restaurant's balcony and be jealous as hell. " You know I always love to get what I want."

" You need to teach me this" she laughed.

"You should be more confident first. The boys love that, and the girls gonna hate you for that " I said. I really thought this is the case though for real. I realized when I started to take care of myself and of my body it had a good impact on my life. I hate hearing things from teenagers like, omg I hate myself, I am ugly or anything. I never in my life said the word ugly to myself, I love myself way too much to say that and no one should do it either. If you don't love yourself first nooe can either. You need to accept how you look and then show the word how unique and beautiful you are. No not perfect, but beautiful. And it's not about weight, height or hair or skin color. It's about you.

After we finished our lunch we ended up going to the mall. We looked around in a few shops and bought some things, since the spring and summer was already on our neck. Every time there is a gap between meeting Corina I always realize why is she my best friend. Maybe if she wasn't here, I would have never end up with Grayson and my life would be a lot more boring in general. I was glad she was in my life.

Our last destination was a Victoria's Secret store. Corinna already teased me for even coming here, but I just tried to handle her and say I only wanna see the Pink sanction for some lounge wear to the house. Her grin was not even surprising when I ended up at the sexy lingerie section after the hoodies were in my hands.

" Is the prince has a  specific desire?" asked Corinna jokingly.

"I buy this for myself, you fool " I rolled my eyes. I didn't even wanna mention that her sentence made me remember that Gray's favorite lingerie color is red, so I looked in that direction more. When I found a really cute and scandalous two peace and searched for my size, I gave my stuff to Corinna and went to the dressing room with it in my hand.

I really liked how the lingerie fit me, after I put it on and looked at  myself in the mirror. It had enough push up to make my boobs look bigger and rounder, and since the whole thing was lace, from close not much left to the imagination either on the high waisted thongs, but maybe enough to Grayson to make his imagination move around a bit. So with these thoughts in my mind I picked up my phone from my bag and stepped in front of the mirror. I pushed my hips slightly to the side, squeezed my stomach in and placed the other hand in my hair that I throw to one side. After I took a few picture I dressed up and I ended up sitting down in the dressing room to pick my favorite photo, that I could send to him.

Me: I like this set :) - I added the innocent massage next to it and bit my lip as I pressed the send button. I ended up putting my phone in my bag and was not even surprised on Corinna's angry look, because she needed to wait for me so much. I just took my stuff from his hands and went to the cashier with her on my side.

We spent the whole day walking around, it was not surprised that we ended up tired a bit so from the shop we went straight to Corinna's car.

While she concentrated to driving I took my phone again and opened Grayson's massage to my photo.

Grayson: how many times do you wanna cum today?

His massage made my stomach flip and I needed to press my thighs together while I tried to hold back my giggle. I bit my lip to cover that stupid grin on my face, and shook my head because of his crazy massage.

Me: since I sleep at Corinna's today, ew none - I replied since I promised her that this whole day is hers without boys.

Grayson: i hope you wish i was in you right now, angel

First I just saw the massage but then when the picture popped up I thought, fuck it, I am coming over for an hour. For real though, his massage and the picture sent tingling feeling all over my body. He really knew how to hit back because of my picture. He looked like a fucking goddess, and even the thought that he was sweaty from working out but he probably would look like this after a few hours with me in the bedroom too, made me really wish to sleep in his house today instead of Corinna's.

"God, M" said suddenly Corinna.

"Hm?"

"I need a man he makes me grin on my phone like you now " she looked at me.

"Shut up. How do you know I'm not texting to i don't know, my mom?"

"Probably because it's in the middle of the night in Hungary and I am sure you are not blushing from your mom's massages" she laughed.

"I am not" I giggled and checked myself in the car's mirror to make sure my foundation covered my red face well. "I don't know what you are talking about" I added when I saw everything is fine and the coverage saved me from getting caught.

"I fucking know you" she rolled her eyes and just shook her head while laughed at me for not admitting that she was right. I was glad he didn't saw Gray's massages.

Me: fuck..i wish - I replied to Grayson and ended up putting my phone away before anything else happens. I didn't wanted to talk about it more with Corinna either.

We planned that our night is gonna be a lazy chilling night. We watched a movie, but we basically didn't even payed attention because we kept talking next to our glass of rose. We really needed to catch up in a lot of things even though we always talked on the phone every day, but it was not the same.

Our night turned a bit crazy probably around two am when we got tipsy and went down in our pjs to in front of Corinna's house, where were a playground with a swing. It was probably ten years ago when I set in a swing the last time, but I really enjoyed how the wind caught my hair when I pushed myself away. That's why I loved being around Corinna. I never had to control myself, I just knew I can do anything, she is gonna understand it and probably do the same thing. We completed each other and I was really grateful for her stepping into my life. There was a phase in my life when I haven't really had real friends. I've had a lot of buddys, but I felt like if i would be in trouble the only people I could have called is my family. Now I know the error wasn't in me, I just didn't searc in the right place.

"Are you in love, like for real?" she asked now in a more serious voice. I smiled and slowed down with my swing till we both stopped and just sat next to each other while we talked.

" I am really into him. It's crazy " I giggled.

" It's fine, I am happy for you. You really deserve it finally."

"It's just new and weird. I don't need to play around and I just know he loves me and I never experienced anything like this " I replied. The light smile never faded from my face every time I thought about him and I wished he would be in front of me just to give him a big hug. Only a few days went since we saw each other, but I already felt like I started to miss him. We loved that both of us had their own life, we don't spent every single day together and still had time to everyone else around us.

"The strong and independent M, who is now melting from a boy. Who would've thought?" 

- treat yourself√

[jungkookfeelz]

Beautiful Life

Description: Bangtan never imagined they would have to deal with the sudden death of their best friend.

Words: 3K

Notes: This was so fucking sad for me to write, holy crap. This was my first real angst story. Hope you enjoy it (kind of)

Warnings: Talks about death, if you’re sensitive to death as a topic, I suggest you don’t read beyond this point.

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Not my work, credit goes to the original owner 

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You never thought of how you would die, but dying to save another from the ultimate doom is the most heroic way to go. Death was a touchy subject to you, you were afraid of what you didn't know, Not knowing where you would end up after you die, would it be a perfect haven for your soul to rest in or would you be consumed by darkness for the rest of eternity? You never wanted to think about the topic for too long or you'd start to tremble. Because of that you loved life and what it had to offer, the beautiful flowers that bloomed at the beginning of spring or the icy cold winds in the winter, you never took advantage of what you were offered, you always had a smile on your face, always wanted to help others without a second thought, never thought about yourself in the process. 

"If you can make another person happy, for even just a moment, then it's worth all your efforts" your mother would always tell you. Ever since your mother died you worked so hard to make her proud by your selfless acts, you wanted to keep her memory alive and if acting like how she did made it feel like she was there, then you would be as charitable as you can be. 

You worked at the BigHit company as an editor, you edited from music videos to Bangtan's 'Run' episodes. You naturally became close to the boys due to working at the company for so long, just as long as Jungkook has when he first became a trainee. You admired the men greatly, they trained so hard to get where they are now, becoming one of the most famous groups internationally. You watched them laugh, cry, sweat to get to their dreams, you have never been prouder of them. At this moment you were editing a 'Run' episode, giggling every time the boys did something stupid on camera which in that case made you laugh a lot. 

"What are you laughing at?" Jimin teased putting his hands on the back of your chair

"You boys are such idiots, it's not even funny" You suppressed a giggle again

"Well, you're laughing so I say otherwise" He smiled down at you. While there were no romantic feelings between you and the other boys, you loved each other. You were family. 

"Okay, okay, you got me" You spun around in the chair quite dramatically making him laugh again, his eyes disappearing as his lips widened. 

"Come on, you can finish that later, come hang out with us!" Jimin begged, pouting. You rolled your eyes at the childish behavior "Please?"

"Fine, but you owe me" You groaned, you were so going to get in trouble for skipping work

"Deal!" Jimin grabbed your hand and ran, dragging you behind him. You walked into the dance studio where you could right away see Jungkook imitating his older friend Jin

"Y/N, come check this out" Yoongi exclaimed as soon as you walked in, Jimin let go of you so he can go see the fuss that Jungkook was making, letting you walk over to the rapper. Yoongi smiled and handed you a phone with some earbuds right when you sat down beside him. You didn't even have to communicate, you already knew what he wanted. You put the earbuds in your ears and he pressed the 'play' button. You closed your eyes and listened to the melody that played in your ears, it was beautiful, to say the least, you welled up in tears before the song even finished.

"Yoongi...it's just...it's beautiful" You whispered, wiping your face in case any tears slipped out. You could tell you embarrassed him by the pink hues on the tip of his ears and cheeks. He put a hand on his neck and rubbed it whilst having his head down

"Thanks, Y/N, I still need the lyrics, and we have to make choreography for it, there's still so much to do" he muttered, sighing as he put his head against the wall behind him. You put your hands over his that was on his lap and shook your head

"It doesn't matter what else you have to do, you should be proud of what you made, I promise you this song will make you legends" Yoongi looked at you and grinned, bringing out his gummy smile, you smiled instantly. You both got up and walked hand in hand to the rest of the group.

"Okay, you have got to teach me how to dance" you have always wanted to dance but never had the money to pay for dance classes, the only time you danced was when you and your mom danced in the living room of your small apartment to whatever was on the radio when you got home from school as a child. The neighbors always complained but you two never cared, your father went away on trips since he was a truck driver so it was mostly just you and your mom, but you didn't mind, your heart aches when you remember those moments.

"I'll teach you! I'm the best dance after all" Namjoon winked, everyone including yourself laughed. You couldn't ask for better people to spend your life on Earth with. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Okay guys, I seriously have to go now, my plane is going to leave without me in it!" You whined making them all chuckle at your cuteness, you were taking some time from work to see your family, your father was having a little bit of trouble fending for himself since he had an accident and broke his arm. The boys were trying to keep you from going and offering that they could bring your father to where you were staying with the band so you wouldn't have to leave. Your heart warmed at the fact that they wanted you to stay by there side and almost took them on that offer but decided that you needed to go home, you haven't been there in a long time hadn't seen your mother, you've neglected to go for a long time and have had guilt eat it's way at you for months because of it

"Guys let go of Y/N, she will be back in a few months, stop pestering her" Jin ordered which made the Maknae line let go of you immediately, you giggled slightly and sent an appreciative smile towards Jin.

"This is the last call for flight 263 to Miryang, again this is the last call for flight 263 to Miryang"

"I love you guys...so much" You sobbed, shaking your head while walking backward towards the terminal because you knew if you didn't make some sort of distance between you and all of them you wouldn't leave, one might think you're being dramatic acting like you'll never see them again but spending 24/7 with them, it feels odd to even spend one day without at least one of them, you knew they felt the same way as they looked at you with such sadness, regret for not changing your mind sooner. You could see Taehyung wipe a tear out of his eye, you could hear Jungkook sniffling and noticed that Hoseok hiding his face since he was also about to cry and didn't want to show it. You were going to miss your crazy boys.

"We love you too Y/N, we will see you soon" Namjoon's promised, his voice wavered but he maintained a strong look on the outside.

"I promise, when you get back we'll be legends" Yoongi grinned, reminding you of the conversation you both had about their music not even a couple of days ago. You winked at all of them, blowing a kiss before turning around and into the terminal, losing sight of them. You didn't know that this moment was the last moment you would ever see your boys again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been a few weeks since you came home, your father was recovering very well which made you beam in happiness. You went to your mother's memorial multiple times since you've been back, trying to make up some time that you lost. You didn't go a day without talking to the boys, skyping on most nights when they weren't at practices and texting non-stop on your group chat all day long, it was like you never left which. They were working hard and making huge impacts in their career, they mentioned that they were given a chance to go an American award show and perform which they promised they'd take you as their plus one which made you squeal, you've always wanted to go. 

Hope - OMG Y/N GUESS WHAT!

Y/N -  What? What happened?

Jungkookie - We WON 'best record' AND 'best album' of the year!

Hoseok - Seriously Jungkook? I was gonna tell her!

Chim - Oh it doesn't matter, WE WON

Y/N - Holy shit, I am so proud of you guys, I told you this would happen did I not!?

Yoongs - You did...thanks Y/N we couldn't have done it without you

Nams - Thats true

Chim - Oh yeah

Hope - Yesss

"Sweetheart do you mind walking over to the store, it isn't too far from the house," your father asked you walking into the living room, your phone vibrated in your hand

"Of course I don't mind" You kissed your father's cheek before grabbing your purse and coat. You took a glance at your phone and decided you would respond when you get back from the store. 

Jin - When are you coming backkkk we want to go out and celebrate with you

TaeTae - Yeah we miss you, it's not the same without you D;

"Bye dad" You grinned, you couldn't help but be happy, your boys worked so hard and they are finally getting everything they deserved, you couldn't wait to come back to Seoul and celebrate their accomplishments

"See you soon kiddo" You closed the door and walked out onto the sidewalk, it's dark and chilly since it's practically winter in Kores so you wrap your arms around yourself and walk faster than you'd like, you got to the store within ten minutes. You grabbed a cart and started stacking up food that you wanted to make for the next few days for your dad. Since he is getting his cast off in two weeks, you would be able to come home sooner than planned, you smiled at the image of their shocked faces when you would show up at their door early. As soon as you were done grabbing the food and paying, you headed outside smiling at the cashier on your way out. You were walking past an intersection that was about a block from your house when you noticed a little girl walking across the street not understand there was oncoming traffic, her mother wasn’t looking at her child and was only paying attention to her phone, you gasped and dropped the bags on the ground sprinting after her knowing the cars won’t stop for her, she was too small for them to notice her presence, not caring about anyone else but that little girl you shoved people to the side and got onto the street in time. You noticed a vehicle approaching faster than it should. You couldn’t let her die, she was too young, she had so much to live for, you had to save her, even if you lose yours in the process.

"No!" You screamed pushing your legs to move faster, you got close enough to push her hard enough that she lands onto the sidewalk on the other side of the intersection, hearing her loud cries made you relax visibly before you remembered the vehicle. The other pedestrians yelled and tried to help by waving at the vehicle to get them to stop but you didn't notice them, all you heard was the buzzing in your ears and the black spots that you saw. You whipped your head fast enough to see the car right in front of you, close enough that you knew you couldn’ run. 

Everything started to work in slow motion, a silent tear slid down your face as a blinding white light filled your sight from the headlights before the car collided into you. Then everything went dark.

You never thought of how you would die, but dying to save another from the ultimate doom is the most heroic way to go. Would the afterlife be a perfect haven for your soul to rest in or would you be consumed by darkness for the rest of eternity? All you knew is that saving that little girl was something you would never regret. You were proud that that was the way God decided your fate ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It took six days for Namjoon and the rest of Bangtan to find out about your death, the manager thought it was the best way for the group to find out about their friends' sudden death. Namjoon was devastated, he didn't know how to tell the group, you had made such an impact on all of them that it would crush their hearts to find out. It was at the time when they were getting a few days off to relax before their world tour. 

"Namjoon, we have to talk" The manager grabbed Namjoon and put him away from the rest of the boys who were getting ready to go back to their apartment to rest.

"Yes, Hyung?" Namjoon was confused, they had finished everything, and if anything was wrong, the manager usually talked to them all. Their manager looked around nervously, playing with his tie.

"This is really hard to say..." the manager hesitated

"It's okay Hyung, you can tell me" Namjoon tried to sooth his manager by putting his hand on his shoulder

"Y/N is dead" Everything stopped for him, he couldn't remember how to breathe. His hand fell from his Hyun's shoulder. Y/N's dead? You couldn't be, you were supposed to come home in a few more weeks, you were all supposed to celebrate the win of the group, you just can't be dead. Noticing the lack of response from the leader, seeing as he wasn't breathing the manager tried consoling him

"Hey, breath in and out, you're going to be okay" the manager put his hand on the younger man's neck and made Namjoon look at him in the eye to make sure he was responding. After a few more seconds of silence, Namjoon broke it

"...How...how..." he couldn't even finish the sentence, he felt like throwing up. "Heroically, she saved a little girl from a drunk driver" Namjoon nodded, he couldn't speak. He was proud of you for saving the child but he was selfish, he wanted you to come back to him.

"Go back to the others. Go home and tell them when you are ready" the manager patted Namjoon's back and escorted him back, as soon as he heard the other voices he had to pretend he didn't just hear the worst news.

"Oh my god, Jungkook stop poking me" Jimin whined making Jungkook laugh and the cuteness of his Hyung. After a few minutes, everyone was ready and piled into the van to escort them back to their shared apartment. Namjoon was holding it together but barely. The other members were too busy goofing off to notice Namjoon's poor attitude, which in the end he was glad they didn't realize. But as soon as they got back and Hoseok mentioned your name his demeanor cracked. He broke down in the middle of their living room, falling onto his knees

"Whoa did I say something?" Hoseok asked looking around at the other boys in shock. Jin was the first one to react and got onto his knees and put a hand on Namjoon, he right away leaned into the oldest member and sobbed into his shoulder. 

"It's okay, you're okay" Jin patted Namjoon's back until he calmed himself enough. He wiped his tears while looking at the floor if he broke down like this, how was he supposed to tell the others

"Hyung?" Jungkook asked when Namjoon quieted down

"She's dead" he whispered, he barely heard himself

"What?" Taehyung asked he didn't know if he heard Namjoon, he prayed he didn't understand what he had said

"She's dead" Namjoon took his eyes off of the floor and into the eyes of the other members

"...No..." Yoongi hesitated before finishing his sentence "she can't be fucking dead"

"H-how did she...pass?" Jin asked, pursing his lips at what he had asked like he ate a sour lime. 

"She died saving a little girl from a drunk driver.." Namjoon quoted their manager. 

"I can't believe this is happening, please tell me I'm dreaming" Hoseok breathed out, staring wide-eyed at Namjoon, hoping this is another practical joke that he didn't understand.

"I'm so sorry" Namjoon started sobbing again, he couldn't force another sentence, doing that it made the rest of the boys follow along with him. Jimin couldn't even mutter a word, just staring blankly at the floor in front of him. Why did you have to leave him? He was angry, he had too many thoughts running in his head that he couldn't think straight. How could you be so selfish to leave him? Jimin picked up a glass from the kitchen table and threw it against the wall and screamed, no one stopped him. The rest of the night all you could hear are sobs, sniffles, and words of consolement for one another. They will never be the same. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cheering of thousands of fans was so loud while waited for their favorite idols to come out and entertain them, while that was happening the boys were getting ready quietly. It hasn't been long since your funeral and so the boys still couldn't comprehend that you weren't coming back, you weren't coming home to them. The only reason that they can get up every morning is that you're now in a better place, you get to watch them in peace, with that big smile that could light up a room. They wanted you to be proud of them so they worked non-stop since your death. 

"Remember when Y/N used to come to our dressing room before our shows and dance her stupid little routine for us, so we wouldn't freak out before getting on stage," Jimin said while putting his jacket on, smiling down at the memory. The rest of the group looked up in surprise, Jimin hasn't said your name since he found out about your passing. His recovery from your absence was slower than the rest of the boys. Recovering from the shock they all smiled lightly, imagining you doing the dance now.

"It was a god-awful dance, wasn't it? We never did give her those dancing lessons" Hoseok chuckled, it was deep, full of dark emotions instead of light ones. 

"Or when she would put little notes of encouragement on our mirrors when we don't notice" Jungkook looked up from fiddling with his hands, he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from tearing up at the thought of you. 

"She was pretty sneaky, wasn't she? Taehyung nodded, showing off his boxy grin while looking over at the youngest member.

"She was the best part of all of us...but we need to go out there and make her proud, okay?" Namjoon stood up from his chair and put his hand out, the rest of the boys got up and put their hands on top of one another

"For Y/N" Namjoon mumbled

"For Y/N" Everyone responded while lifting their hands up at the same time. They quietly walked down the hallway and got under the stage to be able to get lifted up to it. The roaring of the fans was the only thing they could hear. They all took deep breathes before getting lifted into the view of their fans and back into their lives as idols.

[clonecaptains]

hello love! I have a request and I was wondering if you could write a hop x reader in which they’ve always been in love with each other but are too timid to say something and so reader leaves town but comes back and they don’t waste any more time in being together??? if you don’t want to write it it’s alright I completely understand but still thank you!

hi anon!! omg i’m sorry im just now getting to this! and i tweaked the prompt juuuuuuuust a little. this was so fun to write i hope you enjoy~

rated: m for some sexy times

5k words

xx

Looking out your living room window, you see his lights are still on. You even see his silhouette move past his small kitchen window. You told yourself not to go over, not to make an excuse this time.

You moved into this cabin 4 months ago. And for a good solid month you pined for him, watching him through the window across the way like Gatsby and the green light.

It was after that first month that something went wrong with your hot water heater, and he was the only one around to help. Mustering up your courage and spraying a little extra perfume - you walked right over to Jim Hopper’s cabin.

It might have been easier if you were strangers, and he just happened to be the handsome neighbor next door. But that would be too simple. No, you’ve been in love with Hopper since the 5th grade.

Silently for years you pined after him, your crush growing to love, and that love to an ache.

In middle school you watched him be silly like boys are. In high school you watched him flirt and date most of the girls at school at some point, but not you. You were never on his radar, which was partially your fault. You never put yourself out there for him to notice. You barely spoke to him.

It’s a cherished memory thinking of your senior year when you sat behind him in Mrs. Walsh’s English class. His shoulders even then were broad. He asked you for a pencil once when his was lost. And occasionally he’d pass a paper back to you when papers were passed. You might have touched his hand a couple times, and then that was enough.

Then Jim got married, and left for Vietnam. And you couldn’t decide which was worse. He came home to Hawkins briefly - then he and Diane moved to New York with their young daughter. It hurt to see him go, and to see him with a family, the family you felt should be yours. And you liked Diane. She was a friend of yours in school.

When Hopper moved, so did you. There was absolutely nothing here for you. Not that you really had hope he’d leave his wife and sweep you off your feet. And you didn’t want that, you wanted nothing but happiness for him. Even if it meant the sacrifice of your own happiness.

So you moved, got a job in the city. And for a few years, that’s what you did. But you forgot to settle down with someone. It never really crossed your mind. You had little crushes here and there, and maybe went on a couple dates but you were fine on your own.

One day though, out of the clear blue you were fired from your job. They were downsizing and you got the short stick. You apartment lease was almost up, so you decided to pick back up and move back to Hawkins.

There weren’t many options, which didn’t suprise you. But you found a cozy little cabin on the edge of the woods. It was homey and different and you moved in unaware Hopper was next door.

You reconnected with an old friend when you moved back, and she told you at lunch the news you weren’t ready to hear.

That Hopper lost his daughter, and his wife left him. It was like a punch to the gut. You felt sick, to know someone you cared for so deeply had such pain in his life. Absolutely no part of you even considered you might have a chance with him now. All you could think was that jealousy you had was in vain, and you can’t imagine the pain and weight he carries.

Your friend also told you he’s the sheriff now, and panic flooded your veins when you realized you’d see his truck across the way in the driveway of your neighbor’s cabin. HIS cabin.

So for a month you waited.

Finally you got up the strength when your heater was busted. Scared out of your wits, and sick at your stomach, you knocked on his door.

You could have died when you saw him, it’s been at least ten years since you saw him last. He’s taller, broader, and he’s got a beard now. He still has those soft blue eyes, and gentle smile.

To your surprise, he lights up when he sees you, and says your name.

“Come in, come in!” he stands past the door to let you inside. You observe him, and his place and it’s all perfect.

A worn blue flannel is what he’s wearing, and some faded jeans. You notice a bright blue bracelet around his wrist and a watch on the other. His cabin is warm and lived in. It’s not tidy but it’s not messy either. It’s perfect.

“To be honest, I didn’t think you’d remember me!” you laugh embarrassed. What the hell are you supposed to even say to him right now.

“Mrs. Walsh’s English class right?” he offers you a beer, but you shake your head no.

“Yes! Wow! You have a good memory!” you know your cheeks are red but you can’t help it. “I’m sorry to bother you, but my hot water heater is broken, and my house is freezing. It’s so late I didn’t know what to do, and I knew you were here, so..”

“How did you know I was here?” he raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from his beer.

Your mouth hands open, embarrassed.

“I’m just kidding,” he laughs, “Let me get my jacket and tools and we’ll go check it out ok?”

He follows you over to your place, and you make light small talk. He fixes the heater rather quickly, but he stays and you catch up. You’re glad he did, and you imagine he’s lonely.

He darts around the subject, but since you already know about his daughter you don’t need to ask him.

From that night on, a friendship was born. A real one. Just about every single night, you’d go over to his house or he’d come over to yours. You kept each other company. It was nice.

For a while you were happy with it, not expecting anything. Even after he told you about the divorce and his daughter. You never ever wanted him to know about your crush, or that you still had one on him now. This time though was much worse. It wasn’t just admiring his shoulders and hoping he’d forget a pencil. Now it was you were in his house, and you were surrounded by all things him, and how you ached to have him touch you all over.

For three months this exchange went on. It wasn’t every night, but it was most nights.

Then came the change.

Last night, he asked you, “what do you want?” he said setting a beer down in front of you at his kitchen table. You took it this time, and took a swig.

“To get laid,” you answer bluntly. You don’t really mean for it to come out but it’s too late, “and other things ya know. I want to fall in love, get married. But I guess I just forgot to do those things.”

“You didn’t forget,” he tells you. And something about that look in his eyes tells you that he knows. “I can help you with one of those,” he shrugs and relishes in your dark blush.

“So that’s a no on falling in love then?” you tease.

“I think you already have that part covered.” He winces after he says it, you both seem to just be saying whatever comes to mind.

“How long?” you ask. Feeling really embarrassed now. You want to leave.

“Sweetheart,” his tone is gentle, “I’ve known for years. Since we were in school.”

You feel hot embarrassed tears well up in your eyes, and a pained look comes across his face. He didn’t mean to embarrass you, but you suppose it was bound to come out eventually.

“Did someone tell you?” you sniffle.

“I could just see it in your eyes, the way you smiled at me. Damn it sent me to my knees.”

“What?” you let out a soft gasp.

“Oh yeah,” he grins fondly, “I thought you were the cutest damn thing. I was a stupid kid, I didn’t want to embarrass or somethin’. I didn’t think I was worth your time. You were so sweet and I was smoking and getting blown in the school parking lot.”

Your cheeks are stained red, but there’s a smile on your face.

“I tried so hard not to embarrass you,” he laughs. “Nice goin’ Hop.”

That earns him a laugh, and there’s a twinkly in his eye.

He gives you a warm hug when you leave. It’s an apology for the embarrassment, and for the years of pining. He knows it wasn’t easy. The hug is everything you imagined. It felt right being in his big warm embrace. Strong arms held you tight, and he smelled so good.

On the way home, you weren’t sure what you were feeling. What happens know? It’s out in there air now. Does he care about you the same way? You know he cares but? Is it love? What if he’s only being nice because he knew about the crush?

Your mind is spinning and you can barely sleep that night.

So tonight - you have no idea what to do. You see him over in his kitchen, but you’re nervous to go over there. You don’t have a hope he’ll come over here, though he has plenty of times.

You start to pace in your own kitchen, you feel hot and anxious. It’s suddenly very real. If you don’t go, then maybe he’ll think you’re tell him no. But if you do go that’s a yes, and are you saying yes? Yes to what? You don’t even know but yes is the answer to whatever.

You don’t realize you’ve been saying this out loud until you hear a light tap on the door. You know the knock, and your heart jumps into your throat.

Swinging open the door, you see Hop - he looks like he always does. A gentle smile on his lips, and determination on his brow.

He steps inside without waiting for you, it’s an act of comfortableness in your presence. He goes right to his usual spot at the kitchen counter. Instead of sitting he leans, and you go into the kitchen to face him.

“So you said...yes is the answer...” he tugs at his bottom lip. He wants to say something you can tell, you know his mannerisms.

“I didn’t know I was talking out loud to myself!” you laugh only a little embarrassed. Somehow it’s better he’s here, your kitchen doesn’t seem as empty and he always helps you work out your problems. Now though he is the “problem.”

You reach for a coffee mug to pour him some coffee while he talks, you pause the pouring to listen when you hear him take a deep breath.

“So what would you say to....” he pauses, “what would you say if I said we should just get married.”

The coffee mug falls from your hand and shatters on the floor. He doesn’t even blink, and neither do you.

“I’m sorry?” you ask even though you know you heard him right the first time.

“You heard me,” he’s not moved, and you can tell he’s serious.

“Married?” you laugh. “We can’t get married!”

“Why not? Give me one reason. One.”

“Do you.... want me?” you’re afraid to ask and the words leave your lips trembling.

“Sweetheart, would I have asked if I didn’t?”

“Jim, damn it,” you swore, “don’t call me that unless you mean it.” Tears fill your eyes, gosh you want it. You want him. But you need to know. “You’re not just picking me because I’m available are you? Or that you know I’m head over heels in love with you? That I used to go to bed crying because I couldn’t have you?”

His expression is softer than you’d ever seen, and he looks serious. What if he is?

He moves around the counter into the kitchen area with you. Mug shards crunch and crack under his heavy boots. He backs you into a corner of the kitchen. His arms resting on the counter top on either side of you.

“Listen,” he looks down at your tear filled eyes. “Diane and Sara, that’s my old life. It’s gone. I’m not getting it back. Diane was right for me at that time, but you, you’re what I need right now. A few months ago, shit, I was so low. I’d drink myself to sleep, and lived on coffee. Then you come back into my life. And I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone look at me the way you do. You actually care, the string of women I had after Diane, they didn’t care. They just wanted a good fuck. Not once, not once have you demanded anything from me, other than what I have to give. But you make me want to do better. You make me want good things, and you baby, you are a great thing. I just didn’t realize when I was 18 years old. But I know now.”

By now you’re crying, and you bury your face into his chest. Your cries turn to sobs, and you just say “Yes” over and over. Laughing with relief that he got all that out, he kisses your forehead, and you nearly collapse. Luckily his arms are wrapped tight, and you couldn’t fall if you tried.

Slowly you pull away to look up at him. “You know, I used to imagine you proposing to me,” you laugh.

“That was exactly what you pictured wasn’t it?”

You laugh again and rest your head on his chest. “That was perfect.”

You stayed there in his arms for a few moments before you spoke again.

“Last night you said you could only offer me one of the things I wanted.”

“I know,” he hums. “After you went home I couldn’t stop thinking about you and us. And how I can’t imagine you not being in my life always. I won’t have to look out my window to wonder if you’re home. I was awake all night thinking about it.”

“Me too,” you tell him and look up into his face. His soft smile turns into a flirty one, and suddenly you’re shy in a good way, You wriggle out of his arms, and he lets you, only to catch you at the last second. He pulls you in for your first kiss with him. It’s almost more than you can take.

“When do you wanna get married?” his voice cracks from his sharp intake of breath. “Tomorrow? Take ya down to the courthouse, not very romantic but..”

“Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been waiting since the 5th grade, I’m not waiting a day longer.”

The embrace breaks, Hopper is smiling fondly, and you’re overwhelmed. You’re doing your best to avoid is gaze by getting a broom to sweep up the shards of mug off the floor. He’s quick to help and he kneels with the dust pan to collect the pieces.

“So tomorrow,” he starts, and your heart jumps. This is really happening isn’t it? “I’ll get off work early and come get you then we’ll go down to the courthouse. Sound good?”

You flush and nod. Your smile gets bigger and bigger.

“5th grade huh?” he asks and pulls you to him. His large hand is on your hip, almost on your butt. His body is hard and warm against yours and you shudder, you know he felt it.

“Hop,” you whine, too much is happening.

“Let me kiss my fiancée one more time,” he purrs. His grip tightens and he pulls you closer to him. Your hands rest on his chest, and you’re trying to take it all in. You can feel his breath as he tilts your face upwards to meet his gaze. “I do want this you know. Something just seems right.” His voice drops to a whisper.

He hasn’t allowed himself this in so long. To open up to someone. You think maybe because you already know him so well, he’s already open to you, he just had to let you in.

Jim’s kiss starts off gentle, just a gentle press of his slightly chapped lips onto yours. Then the passion comes, and your head is spinning. His mouth moves and he pulls your lips between his. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you sigh into him - fingers clutching to his shirt.

Part of you wishes he would stay, take you back to your bedroom right now. And he almost does - but you need time to process all this information. You pull away gasping, he’s quite pleased with how you look right now.

“I better go,” he wants to really tidy up before tomorrow. “Big day,” he says. Almost more to himself than to you.

You nod, and give him a kiss on the cheek goodnight. He kisses you gently on the lips once more, and then your forehead. Then he’s out the door. You watch him go until he disappears into his yard. His hands in his pockets, breath visible in the cool air. That’s the last time you’ll see him leave your house, because from now on you’ll be together.

Your nightly routine goes on as usual, and it’s an odd feeling knowing that your night routine will never be the same again. It’s not until you climb into bed that you feel your underwear is damp. Then suddenly it hits you, and you sit upright in the bed with a gasp. So much had been going through your head that it didn’t even occur to you tomorrow night you’d be having sex, with your new husband, Jim Hopper. Earlier you wanted him to take you back to your bed - but hell you’d thought that plenty of times when he came over. You have no idea why it just now clicked.

Now panicked with nerves, you jump up and get in the shower. You just shaved your legs the other day but you gotta again now. You wash your body more times than necessary, and scrub yourself clean.

When you go to bed again, you laugh at yourself. His kiss had aroused you, and your panic set you off to take a shower. It was almost 1 am now. You really need sleep - you still have work tomorrow.

It takes you ages before your mind finally allows you to sleep. About a million and one questions crossed into your head before you drifted off.

Your morning alarm gives you a heart attack, and you run into the bathroom and feel like you’re going to be sick. All this excitement has you wound up.

Since he’s going to pick you up from work, you decide on a simple dress. It’s one you rarely wear, but it’s not uncommon for you to wear it to work.

Another thought strikes you, what will your coworkers say? When they see a wedding ring on your finger? Because as of yesterday you weren’t even dating. And did Jim have a ring for you? Would he have one?

More questions almost make you late for work. The day feels so strange. Nerves, and excitement and more questions all on are you mind.

When you see Jim, finally, through the window, your heart skips. And when he sees you, he has the biggest grin on his face. So much so that some of your other coworkers are a little confused at the look he gives you. Ignoring them, you take his arm and walk with him to his truck.

“Hi,” he smiles. “You look beautiful.”

“It’s not what I pictured for my wedding day, but it’ll do.”

“I’m not talking about the dress - it is beautiful, but I was talking about your smile. Your face just lit up.” Pink tinges his own cheeks as he gives the compliment. You’re like teenagers learning how to date, and yet here you are on the way to get married.

It’s a pretty simple thing, you sign a few documents and it’s a done deal. You’re married. But something as simple as signing those documents with him is special. His eyes are soft, and your heart is fluttering.

It’s funny to you, from what you’ve learned from Jim over the last few months. He didn’t strike you as the type itching to get married again. He even said, he wouldn’t mind sleeping with you - but marriage wasn’t on the table. Or even love. But here you are. It warmed your heart to know that you filled him with that want, and even if he is getting married because you want to - he’s happy to. He had a huge grin on his face the whole time.

When you leave the courthouse, Hop helps you up into his truck - and he leans in to give you a kiss. He whispers “Mrs. Hopper,” and the words ghost across your lips.

None of this feels real. And you can’t help but wonder if this is some dream.

“What are you thinking, baby?” his voices tears you from your thoughts. You haven’t gotten used to the nicknames either. For years you wanted to be the receiver of one of his pet names.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you smile at him. You scoot closer to him in the seat of the truck.

“Believe it sweetheart. We’re legal now.”

His hand loops with yours and you feel the warmth of his skin. It is real, and you never thought this would happen.

He pulls into his driveway, and jogs around to the other side to open the door for you.

“Gotta carry ya inside ya know,” he grins and slips his arms around you. You can’t help but laugh as he carries you to the front door. “Shit,” he laughs remembering he has to unlock the door. You’re both in a fit of giggles and he unlocks the door and carries you in.

You gasp when you see what’s inside. The lights are dim, there’s a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the kitchen table. In front of the flowers are two small boxes. And you smell food in the oven.

“When did you do all this?” you gasp taking a look around.

“I didn’t go to work today,” he grinned sheepishly.

“Then why-?” you motioned at him wearing his uniform.

“I know you like it,” he shrugs. He’s already starting in on the teasing. He’s been playfully teasing you this past few months, but now it’s got a romantic edge.

Jim walks over to the little table, and hands you one of the small boxes. Inside is a gold ring - very simple just a gold band. It looks too big for you. You look up at him, and smiles offering you his left hand. You smile catching on, and slide the ring onto his finger.

“I think I probably should have given you yours first, but I wanted to save it,” he tells you taking out the ring from the other box. He takes you hand, and gives the back of your hand a kiss before he slides the ring onto your finger. You gasp, it’s truly beautiful and it’s what you always wanted.

“How did you know?”

“Just seemed like you,” he admitted, then turned to fix your plates for dinner.

The meal was delicious, and it brought you comfort. This is what the two of you had been doing for the past few months. It was comfortable and familiar.

“I was thinking maybe this weekend we could start bringing your things over here?” he asks but it was more of a statement. His cabin was small, but yours was smaller. It was perfect for one person, and you like his place better anyways.

“Jim?” you ask suddenly.

“Hmm?” he looks up from his plate. It’s almost empty.

“What if I’m not-”

He held up a hand to stop you - “don’t. Honey, don’t.” He shakes his head. “C’mere.” he motions for you, and your knees wobble when you stand.

You go to his spread arms, “I want you in my life, always.”

You nod, tears in your eyes, “I think I’m just a little nervous,” you laugh wiping away a tear.

“It’s ok,” he assures.

You finish up supper with him telling some story that gets you laughing. He then guides you to the couch, where he pops in a movie. Again, more comfort as this was familiar behavior.

His next move is not so familiar, and he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. It’s not ten minutes into the movie before he moves his arm from around you to rest on your thigh. You feel the heat from his hand burn, but you feel your body warming.

You don’t dare stop him as he slides his hand up your thigh, pushing the dress up with it. You’re breathing a little heavier now, and he checks that you’re ok. You nod for him to keep going, and his finger touches your center over your panties. Your gasp is sharp, and you grab his hand on impulse.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. You want to feel his skin on yours.

“I need a second,” you laugh - you’re feeling embarrassed.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” he tells you and kisses your cheek warmly.

“Can we...go to the bedroom? I don’t want to do this out here.”

Hop stands, and offers you his hand. He cradles your head with his hands, “I know this is all new. And it’s just hitting me - this is your first time yeah?”

You nod.

He nods back, he’s very casual. “Alright.” Is all he says, but you know he’s not worried or shocked. You’re actually ok, you thought you’d be wracked with nerves. You are jittery, and you feel a bit anxious - but you’ve waited a long time for this. You trust this man with your life, and everything really tonight has felt like it has for the past few months. It’s all been comfortable.

And that’s his goal for tonight, to make you as comfortable as possible. He kisses you for a long time, just on your lips and jaw and neck until you’re groaning. He then moves behind you and unzips your dress. He kisses the back of your neck, and drags his lips across your shoulders. The dress pools around your feet, and you shiver feeling exposed.

Next he unhooks your bra, and when it falls, he wraps his arms around you and cups your breasts in his hands, still kissing your neck. When your knees buckle, he chuckles against your skin.

“Be honest,” he purrs as he massages your breasts. “How many times have you thought about this?” he teases.

“Too many to count,” you groan. You playfully elbow him in his stomach.

“Ok ok to be fair, I’ve thought about this a lot too.”

He then slips his hand in your underwear, and continues what he started earlier. You almost fall at the much needed contact, and he has a tight grip on you. He pulls back before you come, and you both finish getting undressed. You barely have time to look at him, before he’s pushing you on your back and climbing in between your legs.

You wince thinking he’s going to take you now, and he shushes you softly.

“Hey hey, I’m not that kinda guy,” he kisses your chin. “I want you all worked up and wet for me.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, “I know, just nerves.”

He smiles at your apology, and kisses your neck. He moves down your body with wandering hands and warm lips. He sucks on your breasts and nipples like a man starved. His thumbs tease, and his hands squeeze. You feel like you could come from his attention to your chest alone.

With large hands his spreads you legs, and you let him willingly. The first touch of his mouth on your flesh has you shouting. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he learns your sensitive spots quickly. You’re coming on his tongue in mere moments when he decides he wants you to come. He teased you to the edge then pulled back several times.

When he deems you ready, and when you feel that need again, he lines himself up with your entrance. His arms are on either side of you, and your legs are wrapped around him, your arms around his neck and shoulders. You feel his chest hair tickling your chest, and his whole front his pressed to yours. Sweat is sticking you together, and you love it. His tip is just at your entrance, and he looks at you with his big blue eyes. This is the moment. One you’ve thought about for years, you’ve dreamed of it, you’ve shoved your hand in your pants thinking about it. You’ve cried thinking you’ll never have it. And here you are.

You nod, and you can’t help the tears from falling. He kisses them off your cheeks, and he pushes inside slowly.

“Oh,” is all you can say and you forget to breathe.

“Darlin’,” he huffs out a breath, “you gotta relax for me. Breathe.” He’s straining. It’s been awhile since he’s been with a woman who needs it slow.

You take a deep breath, and relax a little more. “Good girl,” he praises and kisses your lips. At the pet name, you clench around him and he groans.

“Oh shit, did I just make a discovery?” he quirks a brow at you, and you blush.

His lips find your neck, and he moves under your ear. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” he purrs and you shiver. He pushes deeper, and starts to move. It takes him a moment to get a rhythm, he’s letting you adjust to him. When he finds that spot inside you, he keeps up that pace.

“Jim,” you cry and dig your nails into his back. “I’m almost there.”

“I know baby, I can feel it.” A few more then you’re coming around him, which then triggers his own. You writhe and wriggle under him at all the new sensations.

You laugh and hug him to you when he collapses against you. .

“How did I do?” you ask teasing, raking your fingers through his hair.

“Baby you’re perfect,” he murmurs against your skin.

The rest of the night is quiet and romantic. You take warm shower together before bed. And you get a first taste of that new nightly routine.

When you climb into bed with him for sleep, that’s one of your favorite moments of the night. To see him so sleepy, and that look of love in his eyes. He’s tired, and it’s not long before he falls asleep. But before he does, a whispered, “I love you,” escapes his lips.

You sigh and snuggle into his arms. When you used to dream of Jim Hopper, it wasn’t exactly like this, it’s even better. It’s exactly what you need, and that’s what matters.

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hop masterlist (sorry it’s not updated yet - check my jim hopper x reader tag for all the fics)

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Inbox dump 

(brace yourselves, I’m including the timestamps because these have been sitting forever and you may literally forget ever having sent one of these because they’re from so long ago 😬)

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Anonymous said: March 11th 2014 *Clears throat* Non-canon verse, uni AU probably *strums guitar and takes a deep breath* DUEEEEE TO A COMPUTING errORRR, dean and gabe are stuck as roomatesssssssss, whilesamandcascanbestucktogethertoo that'snotaneccesitybutitwouldbegreaaaaaaaaattttttttt, and veeery soon it turns into something of a friendship BUT THEEEENNNN dean fights with saaAAAM and gabe is like "dude stop being so upset" aND FLUFF HAPPEeeeeeEEEEEEeens! *stands up and bows* tyvm for accepting debriel though like omg <3

I’ve been rewatching some of Supernatural seasons 5 and 6 this past weekend, and it reminded me how much I love and miss Gabriel. I still maintain that Debriel is a super-underrated ship. The manic-chaos potential is *muah*. (see: #Debriel)

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Anonymous said: August 7th 2018 psst... light back tickles while cuddling in bed are pure™ and wholesome™

Good shit good shit good shit

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Anonymous said: September 19th 2018 I love science and go to public seminars as often as I can. I walked in to the most recent one (which I had picked at random), and it was on the science of tickling. There were demonstrations. There were hand gestures and finger wiggling. There were in depth descriptions of the anatomy and physiology behind ticklish spots. It was legitimately your Amateur Production’s fic, and I was Kevin. Worst of all it was 2 hours long. I think I died during it and my soul was sucked into hell.

Uhhhhhh where can I get a copy of the slide deck?? Asking for a friend. (see: #series: Amateur Production)

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Anonymous said: September 23rd 2018 your art skills have me shook in the best possible way

aaaahh thank you! Fun fact: I went to art school and even took illustration as a concentration area but I’ve hardly drawn anything for like ten years. When I do draw, it’s usually because there are feelings that I don’t wanna do words about. (see: #strings does art)

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Halo!anon said: September 27th 2018 A small, sinful part of Castiel had the urge to gloat. It was somewhat dampened by the fact that Dean was still under the impression that being abducted is peak romance."I can't believe you went out of your way to set up our second date!" He'd squealed, as Castiel tightened his restraints. - little excerpt of a sequel to Date Nights with Demons i had planned for months but abandoned. halo!anon

Your demented version of Demon!Dean is so entertaining 😄 (see: Date Nights with Demons)

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Anonymous said: November 6th 2018 Aaaaah your Gabriel / Kali drabble was adorable, I can't help but love seeing our mighty archangel reduced to a mass of giggles, and you write Gabriel so so well <3. I love your writing your stories always brighten my day ^^

It’s so rare for him to let his guard down, isn’t it? But when he does, he has a grand old time of it. :) (see: this drabble)

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sarah-lou-who said: November 8th 2018 1/4 Boo! The ghost of my online presence in the community is peeking its head in because I need help. I don’t have a platform or following to sound an alarm, so I’m using my platonic tumblr wife’s platform and following for me, because that’s what platonic tumblr wives do. Right? Anyway, I’m very actively fixated on Attack on Titan atm. You know this very well. You also know my predicament. I seem to have exhausted the entire supply of tickly AoT content I’m interested in that exists currently. 2/4 So, if you’re willing to publish these for me, I’m crying out into the vast TFB lands hoping that there’s someone out there to answer the call. I am in desperate need of tickly AoT content. I don’t know if anyone around here writes for it much these days. I haven’t found anyone. And I know beggars can’t be choosers, but it can’t be helped; I really only care if Eren is involved. Even better would be Levi, but I haven’t found ANYTHING involving him, so I feel like asking for that is futile. 3/4 I digress. Even after all this time I can’t keep my asks less than 50 parts long. So my goal here is that someone, somewhere, will by chance come across these, and be able and willing to either write fic of the tickly variety for Eren and/or Levi from Attack on Titan, or direct me to someone who can, if they know a person who knows a person who knows a person. (Sidenote, hi anyone who still remembers me! It’s Sarah, the more ticklish half of Leerah. I’m doing good and I miss you!) 4/4 (I hope you’re all doing well!) Thank you for letting me take advantage of your devoted followers, Strings! Love yaaa!!!

Ah, my platonic tumblr wife Sarah returns! (Digitally, anyway. Reality-wise, we hang out all the time and it’s probably very rude of me to have not published this ask for so long!) I keep teasing her that she has a Type, and that is dark-haired sulky badass who’d probably make a wicked ‘ler – AoT Levi, SPN Cas, FMA Roy, etc. So anyway, if anyone knows of somewhere I can point her to find the content she’s (still) craving, lmk!

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Anonymous said: October 23rd 2019 I’m sorry if this is invasive in any way, but how is Sarah doing? I’ve been absent from Tumblr for a couple years and I see that her blog is now deactivated. I was just wondering if she’s doing alright and if she’s still around here on a different blog maybe?

See above! She doesn’t have a TFB community blog anymore, but she’s doing well. We’re quarantine buddies and helping each other out a lot. Very kind of you to ask! <3

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Anonymous said: December 2nd 2018 Hi, sorry to bother you but do you know what happened to prodigal-anon’s blog? It seems to have been deleted. Sorry again if you’ve been asked this before

No worries, friend! Here’s an answer for you!

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Anonymous said: December 13th 2018 I LOVE THE LOOPY SERIES! I love it so much, is there any chance you’ll be doing a part four? I’d give anything to see Cas and Dean tickle each other, it would be so cute 😍

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I haven’t entirely stopped writing... and Loopy 4 is one of those unfinished pieces that has seen a few additions lately. :) I’ve learned not to make promises about when something might get finished and posted, but I genuinely do believe this may be one of the first things that shows up once I’m ‘back in the game.’ Stay tuned... (see: #series: Loopy)

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Anonymous said: January 1st 2019 No no no you can't just stop there! I need more fluffy destiel with tickles and kissing! Pretty please?

I believe this is in response to Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight. Don’t you worry, anon – Dean and Cas are not done being fluffy on this blog!

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1832wasalongtimeago said: January 25th 2019 Hi I just wanted to pop in and say the Maintenance series is amazing!! The second part was doing things to my poor heart I’ve read it like 5 times already. You’re such an amazing writer and thank you fo writing for us!

I’m very flattered, but I can’t take credit for the Of Maintenance series – that’s the lovely work of ask-flip-frost! It does things to my poor heart, too, so you’re in good company. :)

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Anonymous said: January 26th 2019 Sam Winchester can take a lot of things. The one thing he CAN'T take? Someone using baby talk on him when he's being tickled. He collapses into a puddle of helpless giggles faster than a house of cards in a stiff wind.

Precious Sammy just needs to laugh and be held, doesn’t he? <3

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Anonymous said: May 17th 2019 Thor needs tickles. So. Damn. Much.

Oh this was from right after Endgame came out. Thor did make me feel some sads there. :( Poor bab.

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Anonymous said: July 25th 2019 hi! i’ve read your wonderful fics forever but i’ve never really sent anything like this before so i don’t really know what to say.. but i had a destiel tickly thought and really wanted to share it with somebody, so here goes i guess- dean is taking too long in the shower so cas decides to use his mojo from the other room to speed things along. and listens to dean’s echoey laughs through the door. that’s all. sorry if this is weird! okay bye have a good one

This is not weird and I may have delayed in telling you any of my feelings about it but I definitely have a doc somewhere that has some vague notes about how I’d like to write this because I like it!

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Anonymous said: August 6th 2019 Anhhgff your Good Omens tword fics are so cute snvfddf i never knew I needed that of my favorite husbands till now😳😍

I know, right?! They’re just dying to be dropped into every fluffy situation. (see: #Good Omens)

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Anonymous said: July 25th 2019 Poking my head in to say hello, hope you’re doing well still! I just got into Good Omens and I absolutely loved your fic! (I watched the show first because my book was taking too long in the mail lol) Also, the other week I somehow talked myself into making a tfb blog, after all these years of almost doing so before chickening out (this ask isn’t from it because I just hopped in here briefly in a private phone browser to say hi, it’s literally just august-anon though) ~August!Anon

August!anon, I’m always so happy to see you stop by! Tagging your (not-so-new anymore) blog so everyone can check you out: @august-anon​

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hey-teenblog said: August 4th 2019 I love your fanfiction very much! They give me a lot of pleasant emotions. And most importantly, they, saturated with tenderness and love, gave me to accept myself as lee!! sorry for my english, i'm russian Love you 😘❤️

I will never tire of hearing things like this! Thank you for telling me. “Saturated with tenderness and love” is a such wonderful compliment about my writing – thank you very much! No need to apologize for language differences; I’m always impressed with anyone who manages to pick up English because it’s bonkers. 

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Anonymous said: August 23rd 2019 Hi! Just found this blog and wondering some basic info. ** What fandoms do toy write for? ** Do you accept prompts? ** Do you write reader insert fics? Thank you lovley ❤️

Anonymous said: August 29th 2019 Do you write tickle fics for bnha?? Asking for a friend 👀👀

The only fandoms I have reliably been able to write for are Supernatural and Good Omens – but even Good Omens is a rookie player here. Supernatural is my main jam, and Destiel is my favorite flavor. I don’t do reader inserts, but I’m always “accepting” prompts. I just haven’t written many of them for quite a long time now, so you’re welcome to drop them as long as you’re okay with them collecting dust. (see: this selfsame post)

My About/FAQ page is very dusty right now, too, but there might be some useful tidbits in there for you.

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Anonymous said: November 12th 2019 okayokayokay. Have you watched Lucifer? It's on netflix, it's great, so much emotions and pining. (Also, y'know, reg. Luci stuff. He runs a club. Bad jokes. It's great.)

I haven’t, but it’s on my Netflix watchlist, so I’ll get there eventually! I saw a gifset once where he actually did the thing I see in winged fanfic all the time, where there was gunfire and he sheltered someone he cared about with his manifested wings. And honestly, that was the deciding factor for me.

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Anonymous said: November 16th 2019 Oh Man U listen to Critrole as well! Nice! Campaign 1 was awesome but also heartfelt and really gut-punching at points. Who is your fav so far, anyone you aren’t fond of? (& Out of interest do you have any tickle related thoughts on the main crew or upcoming Fics we can look out for? As you said it’s tumbleweeds out here for this fandom’s tickles and I’ll take anything really ����!) Hope u enjoy!!!!!

It’s STILL tumbleweeds out here and it’s making me crazy! My heart belongs to Vax primarily, Percy secondarily. I don’t really have cohesive thoughts or headcanons about anything, unfortunately. I do have this one mental picture that keeps coming up that I keep wanting to see art of (who knows, maybe I’ll commission somebody someday?) – of ridiculous brute Grog just lifting Vax straight up in his arms and gettin’ wiggly with his fingers while all Vax can do is laugh and pry and kick while absolutely nobody helps him.

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Regarding #series: Accessor:

Anonymous said: August 31st 2015 I would like to see accessor!verse cas using feathers on Dean!!! and NIBBLES and RASPBERRIES and TEETH and TONGUE and WOWWWWWW

ME TOO, FRIEND. It’s been aaaaages since I published anything new for the Accessor AU, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been going back to my unfinished docs every once in a while to add a few lines here and there. ;) 

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Anonymous said: October 29th 2016 Prompt: Cas is put in charge of getting a treaty with a neighboring country that shares a lot of the same customs, including Accessories, with certain... twists (think Bracelets AU) and treats their personal slaves (like Accessories) like people (listening to opinions, giving proper care, etc.). The foreign diplomats keep bringing that up and talking to Dean. Cas isn't sure he can make it though the diplomatic proceedings. Also, he might be having improper thoughts about that custom and Dean...

I’m posting this here, but I’m definitely keeping this filed elsewhere because it’s FANTASTIC.

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Halo!anon submitted: June 4th 2018 I can’t help but imagine how tickling must play a part in other aspects of society in the accessor ‘verse, besides the sessions between master and accessory. So here’s some imagines and headcanons, with a touch of worldbuilding. (Warnings, besides the usual for this AU: death mention, reference to past trauma.)

- Among the high class, during parties and other celebrations, it’s seen as a common courtesy to string up one’s personal accessory in the center of the room and let the guests entertain themselves with them. Lord Castiel never does this with Dean, much to his fellow nobles’ disappointment; the mere suggestion had Dean quaking as things he’d rather forget came back to bite him.

- Every so often, a petty criminal(the poor man’s accessory, if you will) is placed in stocks in a small town’s square and left at the mercy of the very people they used to menace. What happens next usually involves honey, some sheep, and plenty of begging. A guard stands by to warn people, “No hurting, only tickling. Everyone please wait your turn, they’re not going anywhere any time soon.”

- Certain monastic healers perform tickle therapy as a treatment for anxiety, stress, and other “diseases of the soul”, as they call them. Balthazar himself proposed the idea, because of course he did. The rich usually indulge in this kind of therapy secretly, due to its undignified nature. Some contemplate the possibility of training accessories to tickle in the future, but it’s still a big taboo.

- Every town has a folktale about a tickle monster. Curiously, many of them involve controlling plants and attacking through dreams. The southern communities still have a giggle remembering that one time six years ago when Michael offered to hunt down one such monster and came back with Crowley, a sleazy drunkard with a fetish and a dream, sitting in a cage and wearing a mask.

- The Masters sisters, Lillith, Meg and Ruby, have a long history with law enforcement. Their favorite pastime is snatching unlucky merchants off the roads and tickling them into coughing up everything they have. Everyone is sure they had a hand in Fergus"Crowley" Macleod’s untimely demise by ferocious attack hounds, but they’re very good at covering their tracks. They’ll help you cover up your tracks too, if you’re a friend- ask Bela Talbot.

I might make a second part if I get any more ideas. I hope you enjoyed this! -Halo!anon.

I am very fond of you indeed, Halo!anon. These are so creative!

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hypahticklish submitted: July 24th 2018 Accessor!Ideas:

~ Gabriel leads a furious rant regarding Prince Lucifer/Sam to Castiel, relating back to perhaps dealings he has directly had with the Prince between their two unstable-yet-truced Kingdoms. Castiel relates with similar views shared by Gehenna’s councilor(s).

~ Dean and Sam BM where the audience learns more about their homevillage. Dean starts it after a rather morose remark from Sam and ends with Sammy smiling and stealing my heart.

~ Balthazar helps Sam in several ways: 1) Learns the Sam was originally a psuedo-Advocates apprentice, as well as herbalist nephew when Sam identifies the components to some salves/medicines he’s making (he had been explaining what he was doing in an attempt to spare himself being attacked like the first couple times) 2) Calls Sam out on being intelligent and making a recklessly stupid choice by selling himself to find Dean. 3) Removes Lucifers mark. And maybe perhaps: 4) Allows Sam to assist in his own healing/medicine making under his careful observation, feigned as needing two sets of hands to do correctly and his assistant was running an errand, to assess his skills. 5) Offer he work in the hospice under him, apprenticing, should Gabriel allow his intelligence not go to waste. It’s not what Sam really wants to do/learn, but it’s better than doing nothing.

~Dean officially thanks Castiel for saving Sam. I’m talking full feels, single man tear sorta thing. And Castiel says “there was never another option” and then its schmoopy sweet with the kisses and the tickles and the Cas saying he loves Dean back!!!!!!!! swoon.

~ Kali!Likes!Sam’s!Spirit! Give me a dinner scene with Gabriel, Kali and Sam where hes holding his own in a diplomatic conversation with them when he nearly crosses a line (maybe something classist? Making it clear that Cas and Gabe are the exception to his experiences) and she says “I like this ones fire. He reminds me of you, my love.” *grabby hands*

~ Prince Lucifer sends a message to Gabriel requesting (threatening) his Helpmate be returned to him for a handsome reward. Sam somehow sees letter and gets spooked because DRAMA. Gabriel responds to Lucifer with the Chief Advocate equivalent of “Fuck Off”

You, my friend. YOU. All these feelings about Sam? Top-notch, and I shall be borrowing them, yes I shall.

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Regarding #android!Cas:

hypahticklish said: January 23rd 2016 Android!Cas deciding today is the DAY. Dean has been teasing him lately that he likes these strange sensations that have him using all his back-up generated power to not accidentally break Dean's bones and challenging him with that cocky smirk and relaxed confidence. Android!Cas practicing during time while Dean rests with holding objects with similar density to the human wrists with enough gentle force that they neither fracture or slip from his grasp. Android!Cas surprising Dean by turning the tables and pinning his wrists over his head while settling himself on Dean's thighs. Android!Cas not necessarily tickling at first so much as just touching like he had been wanting to so as to catalog how his best friend feels with his new technology. Android!Cas feeling that bubble of FEELS in his chest as he listens to Dean swear at him with positive physical actions negating his harsh words, growing more amused as the bubbling giggles begin. I love Android!Cas 

Anonymous said: January 23rd 2016 Android!Cas figures out his own strength comes in handy for more than just retaining himself during tickle fights. When he surprises Dean, Dean tends to squirm and fight back a little (even though he told Cas to get him back as part of the experience), so Cas uses his strength to gently hold Dean down while ticking him. Dean's never been held immobile before so it's a new experience for him, but he ends up liking it. Cas notices how Dean relaxes into his hold after a minute or so. Cas doesn't fail to use this knowledge about Dean, coming up with teasing words and methods of ticking to make Dean all squirmy and giggly, taking special notice of how light tickles effect Dean even more than most other touches, using that specially designed soft brush meant to gently clean Cas' delicate computer chips.

Anonymous said: February 17th 2016 I'm joining in on the Android!Cas thing, if not too late. Perhaps Android!Cas has detachable parts, like a foot, and Dean is a jerk and runs off and hides with it all the while tickling it and making fun of Android!Cas's increasingly desperate attempts to get it back.

Y’all, careful deliberate curious determined ‘ler Cas is LIFE. And, reserved confused helpless adorable ‘lee Cas is also life. Detachable and extensible parts are probably key to both of these things.

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Regarding current personal circumstances:

Anonymous said: January 14th 2020 I pray that you’re able to find peace during this difficult time. You are loved more than you will ever know. I know it’s hard to believe, but there will come a time that you are thankful for this experience, because it will have turned you into the person you are truly meant to be. Be strong and be hopeful. Keep your faith and keep knowing that you are going to be okay. Don’t let this dark time destroy the magnificent light inside of you. Sending you so much love

Anonymous said: January 17th 2020 I’m so sorry you’re struggling. Hang in there! We’re all here for you!

Anonymous said: February 11th 2020 all my love, thoughts and prayers are going towards you right now. also wanted to just drop a little thank you note in your inbox for all the light and joy i've found in your fics over the years. im sitting half way through my first year at uni currently but ive been a fan of yours since early highschool and i feel like ive almost grown up with your writing and fanfics in a strange way, so thank you so much for that. sending all my love to you once again- you are so strong x

I love you all so much.

[kello-unknown]

NEVER THOUGHT IT’D BE HER

Summary:  Max lives an… entertaining life.  She just got out of a relationship she thought would last forever.  Meeting one person leads to more people in her life, and before she knows it, she’s falling in love with someone she never expected to fall in love with.

Words:  1,492

Warnings: like one flashback (but its a flashback of a flashback so), brief mention of alcohol consumption, flirty talk (kinda)

Author’s Note:  dont forget if u wanna catch up on what happened in the last chapter, you can click down below and re-read and remember what happened to the gang lol :D

CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 5, CHAPTER 6, CHAPTER 7

MASTERLIST

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CHAPTER 8

               THE next few days begin the same for the most part.  Alex starts to wake up a bit earlier every day now that she’s becoming used to waking up in Max’s bed.  The two see each other before Max leaves for work and Alex starts to plan for her day.  Alex had called her boss, who had, over the course of the years she has worked there, become a close friend, and told her a brief story of what happened.  Her boss told her to take as much time as she needed to recover, and Alex intended on doing just that.

               Throughout the first week of her being at the house, Alex spends most of her days taking walks down the street and visiting the town since she lived a few towns over before everything happened.  She gets home around five o’clock usually, and Max comes home from work a little more than an hour later.  The two would eat dinner together and share their day.  They’d watch a silly movie or something stupid so that there would be background noise as they would just talk to each other and enjoy the time they have.  After a while, one of them would say that it was late and that they should go to bed, the other would agree, and the cycle of activities would repeat the next day.

               One day, as she’s taking her daily walk, Alex comes by what looks like, to her, a night club.  She walks by and realizes it’s just a bar.  She’s practically explored the whole town at this point, and this seems to be the only bar in this area.  Then it hits her.  She remembers what Max told her about the night she and Natalie broke up. 

               After what feels like hours of crying, Max gets up and walks to the fridge, looking for the one thing that’s always been there for her whenever she’s had a problem that no one else could help her with.  Downing one bottle of beer, she goes to grab another one, along with her house keys, and goes for a walk.  Ten minutes go by, and she arrives at her go-to bar, stumbling in….

               This must be the bar Max went to drown all of her sorrows.  And by the looks of Max, there must have been a lot of sorrows. 

               Alex pulls her phone out of her pocket and goes through her text messages and clicks on one name.  She hasn’t told anyone about what happened between her and Devin, not even Casey, her best friend since God knows how long.  She couldn’t imagine life without her.  Casey was always there for her, no matter what. 

               “Hey girlie, you doing anything tn?  I have a lot to tell you…”  She sent the text and looked back up at the bar front.  She hears a ding, brings her face back down towards her phone and sees that Casey already texted her back.  “omg yes ofc.  its been a while, im sure u do lmao.  have anywhere in particular u wanna go?”  Alex smiles.

               “There’s this cute bar I just found.  ‘The Black Lion.’  Idk if you’ve ever heard of it, but I’ll send you the addy and meet you there.. say 8ish tn?” 

               “i think ive been there once or twice if memory serves.  ill be there bitch ;)”

               Alex puts her phone into her pocket and continues on her walk.

               After being out for almost four hours on her walk, Alex gets back to the house around the same time she usually does and notices Max’s car in the driveway.  Curious as to why she’s home much earlier than usual, she heads inside to see what’s up.  Walking in the front door, she sees Max sitting at the counter on her phone.  Max looks up to see her roommate and greets her.  Alex does the same as she walks over towards her and asks why she’s home so early in the evening.  “My boss was convinced I was too tired to work even though I already finished my work for the day.  So, she sent me home early since ‘It’s Friday,’ and I should go out with my ‘friends to celebrate the end of another week.’  Her words, not mine,” Max explains. 

               Alex giggles.  “Well good for you then, I guess.  Anyways, I was actually going out with one of my friends tonight since I haven’t seen anyone in a while.”  Max’s eyes widen.

               “That’s great!  Where are you guys gonna go?” she inquires.

               “That bar in town.. I think it’s called ‘The Black Lion’?”  Max nods.

               “Oh!  I love the BL!  That’s my go-to bar.  It’s great.”  Alex smiles at Max’s enthusiasm.  “Listen if anyone - and I mean anyone - gives you a problem trying to get in, tell them you know me.  I’m a regular there and if that doesn’t work, call me.  I’ll come down and show off the guns.”  She then rolls up her sleeves and flexes her bicep.  Alex bursts out laughing, and Max does the same not too long after she starts.  After they both finish laughing, Alex, wiping tears off her face, excuses herself and starts to go get ready for her night out with Casey while Max goes to her text messages. 

               “You doing anything tn?  I got the house to myself if you wanna come over ;)??”  She sets her phone down to walk to the fridge and grabs a drink.  On her way back over to the couch, she picks up and checks her phone to see if she had gotten a message.  Nothing yet.  She tosses her phone onto the couch, grabs the remote and sits down.  As soon as the tv is on, she hears a chime coming from her phone.  She leaves whatever is playing on the tv and picks up her phone.

               “im actually going out with one of my friends tn lol.  maybe later on in the weekend if u can? its been a while ;).”  Max sighs.  She hasn’t seen Casey in a while since Alex has moved in.  But she gets it.  It’s a bros before hoes type thing.

               “I get it lmao.  I’ll have to check ahead to see if I have any work to do,” she knew she wouldn’t have any work, but she likes to play hard to get sometimes, “but I’d love to get together over the weekend.  Have fun tn.”  As if almost on cue, Alex emerges from the bedroom.  She’s got on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a black – no, maybe dark grey – crop top on.  She walks over to the couch with her black heels in her hand.  “Well you look cute.  Are you trying to get with this friend of yours tonight or are you just trying to make him drool?” 

               Alex rolls her eyes.  “First, thank you for the compliment.  I finally went back to the apartment to grab most of my clothes.  Luckily, Devin wasn’t there so I didn’t have to deal with him.”  Max nods.  “Second, no I am not trying to get with my friend, and lastly this friend is a girl.  So politely fuck off.”  She sends a smirk to Max, who just chuckles and throws her hands up in surrender.

               “Alright.  You can still technically get with her, you know.  My first statement still stands, though.  You look hot.”

               Alex raises an eyebrow.  “I thought I looked just cute a few seconds ago.  Now I’m hot?  What made you change your mind?” she teases.  “Is it the heels?  It’s definitely the heels,” she says, as she now sends a wink to her roommate.

               Max sits in her spot on the couch, laughing softly while shaking her head.  Alex stands up and starts to gather what she needs for her escapades and heads for the front door.  Before she leaves, she hears Max yell out, “If you need the bedroom tonight, make sure you text me at least 10 minutes before you get home!”  Alex laughs, yelling out a quick “Okay!” as she closes the front door.  She walks down the driveway, grabs her phone to text Casey to tell her she’s leaving now, and starts her walk to the bar.

               When she’s just around the corner from the bar, Alex texts Casey to see if she’s close.  As she walks up to the front of the bar, she sees her best friend coming from the other direction.  She smiles, walks past the bar and up to Casey.  They both hug each other tightly.

               The two get in without a problem, the bouncer having recognized Casey from her coming to the bar so many times before tonight.  The two sit down at one of the tables in the corner of the bar and their night begins.

NEXT

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tags: @maggie-elise13, @elizabethfictionwriting, @lesbian-deadpool, @the-very-tired-gay,  @timelords-13, @tangled-up-in-bad-decisions, @natashaswhitesuit, @its-a-me-mario-hihi, @marvelfansince08love

[gwoongi]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 ✰ taehyung (7)

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 kim taehyung / reader genre: zombie apocalypse au words: 4228

It felt shit to feel thankful of someone’s screaming. Mostly, Taehyung was happy it was them and not him.

a/n: funny story, i submitted this chapter as part of my creative writing portfolio and the prestige uni i sent it off to loved it and accepted me :D hopefully thats a nice indication on whether or not this is good :S

warnings: extremely graphic content, sexual pain, graphic torture, gore, violence, death, Humans Suck

01. denver ↝ 02. holiday with me ↝ 03. sad forever ↝ 04. surely ↝ 05.scorpion ↝ 06. shakespeare ↝ 07. thrones ↝ 08. moon motel

The group leave the trailer park three days later.

Bundling everything of use into the back of the truck, which seemed darker in colour since the last time it was used, you had found you enjoyed leaving more than you did settling in. Packing everything into correct places had always been such a bore, even at a young age. You remembered when you were eight, and moving in to your grandparents’ home in the outskirts of Denver. Was this really Denver? It was a small town, barely noticeable amongst the cluster of trees and ferns, but nonetheless peaceful, ‘perfect for a new place to start fresh’. Yeah, it only took around an hour and a half to get to school every-day, but don’t worry, it’s a fucking perfect place to live, aged eight, as an orphan. It took you around eleven months to finish emptying each box.

But four years ago, throwing everything into a backpack and into the boot of a car you nicked from down the road, it had been so easy. It was so easy to throw everything out and keep what you really needed. Easy to forget to pack a jacket you had been given for Christmas off an aunt you barely knew, easy to remember to pack all the knives out of the kitchen and the forbidden gun your grandfather used to hunt deer in the winter. It was rather symbolic- pretending people were deers as you shot them between the eyes.

“That everything?”

Namjoon stood, risen off the ground, his hand on the bar of the roof of the truck. Taehyung stepped down the plastic steps from the trailer, not bothering to lock the door, knowing nothing in there was of any value. At one point, the rainbow-glassed fruit bowl might have been of value, sentimental value or something. Now, it was worthless, with a lightning bolt crack down the middle.

“Yeah, good to go,” Taehyung replied, hovering when you climbed into the back to join Kyungmin. He waited, not knowing what for, only mildly embarrassed when you turned to see him staring. “You okay?”

You nodded once with a smile. “Mm. Are you?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I-”

Somehow, he hadn’t realised you shuffle to the open back doors to pull him in for a simple kiss. It was that quick and simple that he almost missed it. His eyes opened to the sight of you in front of him, your hands holding his face, rubbing the stubble around his jaw.

“You’re holding us all up, you know.”

“You’re holding me up,” he muttered, peeling your hands off his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, somehow finding the strength to let go and at the same time, make his way to the front of the truck. The whole vehicle shook as you pulled the back doors closed, submerging Kyungmin and yourself in familiar darkness.

“You got a map anywhere?” Taehyung fuddled in the glove compartment as Namjoon started the truck up. He pulled out a worn map, the same one you had used to direct the both of you out of Denver. Namjoon didn’t care for the quality, muttering a hasty thanks and peeling it open, staring at the lines and faded colours. “Keep heading East, as if we’re going to Georgia. Hopefully, we’ll catch Seokjin and his crew of fans on the way there.”

“And if we don’t?” Taehyung asked. When Namjoon fell silent, Taehyung’s lips pulled into a tight frown, “I’m just asking for the future. You’re not coming to Georgia. We’re going. I wanna know what our plan is before we put ourselves in danger in the middle of nowhere.”

Very aware of the compartment slider down, Namjoon found it was difficult to pick a solution that would best suit everybody. Kyungmin wanted to stay with Taehyung and yourself, forgetting Korea entirely and heading straight for the islands off the coast. Namjoon knew you wanted to go to Georgia with everybody, hoping to stick together as a four, but if there was no other option, you’d go to find a plane. Taehyung wanted to get to Georgia with you, but wouldn’t be opposed to finding Seokjin. As for himself, Namjoon wanted to take the jeep to Virginia, leaving Taehyung and yourself on the road.

Everybody made tough calls. Those words echoed in his head. Above all else, Kyungmin was his priority.

“I wanna take the jeep,” Namjoon said slowly, aware of the frowns, “but I can help find a vehicle for you and Y/N to use to get to Georgia. When that happens...we’ll go our separate ways. Half to Virginia. Half to Georgia. Fair, and square.”

Kyungmin fell with a thud and a sigh in the back of the jeep, and Namjoon did his best to ignore it.

“Alright,” Taehyung agreed, believing there was no other way around it. As long as you and him were safe, he didn’t care how it happened. “Whatever you say goes.”

14TH MARCH, 5 YEARS AGO.

Jiyong: i’ll be round at like 7:30ish. lost my weed bag and i’m a junkie and cant leave without it

Y/N: i hope it kills you

Jiyong: watch me actually die

Jiyong: don’t cry at my funeral you fake friend

Y/N: KIDDING!!!!

Y/N: is...seunghyun coming

Jiyong: fuck off

Jiyong: hes banned from seeing you

Jiyong: i cant believe my best friend is fucking my other best friend

Y/N: i like to call it woohooing and we’re being safe

Jiyong: i cant believe this is happening

Jiyong: why seunghyun?????? why not youngbae he treats women nice

Y/N: idk!!! we just hit it off a lot

Jiyong: you’ve known him for like 5 minutes

Y/N: it’s literally been like 5 years but whatever

Y/N: can’t you just be happy for me? i’m living life getting laid being happy n shit

Jiyong: i respect it but i’m not coming to urs expecting to have fun watching goblet of fire for the millionth time only for you to give seunghyun a sweaty bj right in front of me

Y/N: that was one time Let It Go

Jiyong: one day i’m gonna fucking die and you’ll realise how badly you treated me

Y/N: stop you’re my best friend :-(

Y/N: what are you like jealous that im banging him and not you???? wanna join

Jiyong: yeah i’d literally rather fuck the girl from the ring

Y/N: kinky

[03:45am]

Jiyong: woah did you hear about the north korea shit

Y/N: im literally being pounded into Cant this wait

Jiyong: we’re gonna die because kim jongun wants to nuke us and all you care about is seunghyun’s 3 inches

Y/N: it’s just fake news dont worry about it

Y/N: how many times has he threatened nuclear war

Y/N: he should hurry up and do it before exams

Jiyong: just wanted to check up on you because ur nan is fucking mental and she’ll probably collapse tomorrow morning and panic buy loaves of bread

Y/N: stop omg

Jiyong: anyways stay safe love U please bring me my weed tomorrow morning me and Jennie are gonna get high and try anal

Y/N: sweet thanks

SOMETIME LATER.

Leaving the world behind through the back windows of the jeep, you were oddly reminded of the time you left everybody behind during a Summer many years ago. It had been a spur of the moment decision, something you never expected to do, but found yourself doing anyway.

It felt like a lifetime ago; you had almost forgotten about it, until now, until seeing a sign graffitied with a smiley face, reminding you of the “GRIME SIGN” back in your hometown, renowned for being the most graffitied sign in the city. Whether or not that's true, you never really found out. Seunghyun and Jiyong had come along too, for the moral support of being alone on the road. With Jiyong in shotgun and Seunghyun in the backseat, it had felt like something slap-bang out of a teenage coming-of-age movie, titled “3 delinquents on the road to God knows where”, directed by Quentin Tarantino. You didn’t even know how to drive. It was pure bliss.

“Any luck with the radio?”

Kyungmin rattling the small radio that had been picked up from the trailer park startled you, the memory of driving nowhere and everywhere at the same time suddenly gone like the wind. As your vision readjusted to the dark, you noticed that Kyungmin was pressing all the buttons and turning all the dials, a frown on her lips jutted outwards.

“Not yet,” she replied. “Just give me a few more minutes, I can probably get this thing working.”

Namjoon let out a soft curse, swerving the truck slightly to move around a left behind Volvo, the cars open like wings with a dried trail of dragged blood leading into the thick forest. Things like that were common accessories, famed like tourist attractions. Namjoon now thought of what the world was really like- could Paris be any worse than America? What was Iceland like these days?

“Nearly there, now,” Namjoon said vaguely, and Taehyung debated whether or not to reply, if there was even anything to reply with at all. That’s how things went now, short replies or simply none at all. When the world died, so did words. Namjoon thought that was funny, how the collapse of society could mean the collapse of communication and language.

“We’ll need to stop for gas,” Taehyung said, his voice barely above a third volume. From the back of the van, you sat with your face looking out towards the left behind road, your eyelids growing heavy at the sound of Kyungmin pressing buttons, and the hum of the van beneath your thighs. “We’re running on fumes.”

Namjoon grumbled a reply, mentioning something about a gas station a couple miles ahead, near the clearing in the woods, just off the road. It didn’t take long to approach, only around ten minutes if Taehyung were to count. At least three songs had played since then. Taehyung couldn’t believe he was now counting using songs.

The station was large, decaying and it looked unsafe. Taehyung didn’t exactly care about the safety of the building itself, just caring about how safe it would be in the long-run. Safe enough to hide inside? Safe enough to step inside? Safety in architectural design didn’t matter anymore. If it looked rusted, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Namjoon pulled the truck into the station, immediately noticing a few canisters of fuel that was left for the purpose of using, a sign reading “STAY SAFE” stood up, stuck with black masking tape. The letters were dripping onto the concrete, a small pool of chalky white near the drain where a plant was starting to sprout.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Kyungmin’s voice made you look over from the canisters, a wrinkle between your brows. She smiled, generously, and waited for your reply. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

She was talking about the Great Escape the other day. You already knew that.

“Just curious,” she replied, the smile never wavering. “There’s not many people left in the world, you know. Next to Namjoon, you and Taehyung are all I have.”

A silence fell on the two of you, and all you could hear was the sound of Taehyung dragging a barrel across the gas station, dipping his head underneath a broken window and scanning the interior of the gas station.

“I’m here for you,” Kyungmin continued, her voice significantly quieter. “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” you replied, and your hand came up to stroke her forearm, a smile on your lips. For a moment, it didn’t feel like the apocalypse. In that moment, it felt like two best friends, reunited after a Summer break, the pine trees isolating them from the world, a Studio Ghibli film, released 2019.

And yet Kyungmin moved away, her gaze lowered as she passed across the gas station to meet Namjoon, already lifting canisters of gas towards the car to refill. Taehyung had emerged once again, his bag refilled with cans and cigarette packets, surprisingly a bottle of liquor in his hands as he stepped back into the bitter wind. Inhaling a breath, Taehyung crossed the width of the station and opened the passenger door to the vehicle, setting down his bag and the bottle, as if they were small children.

“There’s no way we’re making it to Georgia on time.”

Taehyung paused, throwing you a look over his shoulder. “What?”

“Let’s think realistically,” you reasoned, tugging at the cloth over his elbow. Above all, you didn’t want Kyungmin to be upset if she overheard. “It’s been...how long? Since we left the warehouse? I haven’t exactly been keeping up with the dates, but it’s been too long, Tae. Normally, it takes less than 24 hours to get from where we are- wherever we are- to Georgia. And yet, we’re still not near. I’m just-” you sighed, raking your hands through your hair. In the dim light, the grease was visible. “I think we’re out of time.”

“Y/N, they’ll be there,” Taehyung said. He didn’t know what else to say, frowning, “I thought you wanted to remain optimistic?”

“I do, but I can’t afford to hope to get to Georgia and find them there. And what?” you continued. Your voice had raised slightly, not enough to make Kyungmin or Namjoon ask questions, but enough to make Taehyung’s nose cringe at the increase. “We get there, and find them. Is anything gonna be the same? What if we get there and they’re gone and there’s no boats? What if we get there and something happens to any one of us? Tae, I can’t have that on me. I can’t have that on my conscience. Not again.”

Not again. “Yena wasn’t your fault, Y/N, you have to know that-”

“I don’t fancy being out on the road all night.” Namjoon stepped into view from around the front of the van, his hands shoved into the pockets of his distressed jeans. “Thinking we keep driving, turn in when it gets dark to the first place we see.”

“Isn’t that a little risky?” Taehyung asked, mentally making a note to continue your conversation later. “I mean, we have to really check the place before we head in.”

Namjoon frowned. “I know that. But, Kyungmin’s feeling kinda travel sick, and I don’t wanna overdo it, you know? Nights like back at the trailer park...I want more of them.”

Already moving to the back of the van, you pulled open the double doors and slipped inside, keeping them open in time for Kyungmin to crawl in after you. Her skin was a shade of ivory, whiter than earlier, as if the sickness had come suddenly like a simulation glitch. Wasn’t that what you were now? A glitch? An error in coding.

Namjoon shut the drivers door, groaning at the loud sound.

“Hey, man, you okay to drive?” Taehyung asked quietly, looking over from shotgun. “Look, if you’re tired, we can switch the orders around.”

Namjoon looked over weakly- “You’re sure?”

Taehyung unbuckled his seatbelt, dumping his jacket in the footwell with a sniff of stuffy air. “I’d prefer if you slept if you’re tired. ‘Specially when they’re in the back. Don’t wanna hurt them.”

He made a sort of grunt as a reply, switching seats with the younger. When he was sat in the passenger seat instead of the drivers, he let his head lull back onto the windowpane, feeling the chilly glass cool the back of his head. It was as if resting his head had added extra weight to his eyes.

“‘m gonna drive straight-ish,” Taehyung said with his tongue between his lips, backing up the van slowly and carefully. Namjoon opened his eyes slightly, squinting.

“Can you drive?”

Taehyung changed gears. “Yes.” 

If Namjoon noticed that Taehyung paused, he didn’t mention it. In-fact, he closed his eyes again with a shrug, a half wriggle, resting his forehead against the glass, pushing towards the cool touch.

Taehyung had been driving for hours, for sure.

The time in the van was unlikely to be reliable, reading 5:19pm when the sky was as black as squid ink, the dim street-lights that somehow worked- probably solar - beckoning the group forward. In honesty, Taehyung had no idea how long it had been since the gas station, just long enough to give him a crick in his neck, the back of his thighs numbed. All things considering, Taehyung thought he was getting better at driving.

He flinched slightly as the divider to the back came sliding down, and your face popped out slightly, peering out the front window with sleepy eyes. If he had a free hand, Taehyung would have wiped the sleep from the corner of your eye, and he turned back to the road, oddly afraid of crashing the car with all four of you inside. Like yourself, he didn’t want that on his conscience. Like yourself, he couldn’t have it on his conscience, not again.

“Are we stopping soon?” you asked quietly. Namjoon shifted, making it known he wasn’t sleeping. He groaned, grinding the heel of his palm into his eyes, unbothered when dust and dirt smudged on his skin when he pulled away. He could look worse, he thinks.

“Nearly,” Taehyung replied. “I don’t know where to go from here. Last road was blocked, so, I’m trying to get out of here.”

Namjoon shifted, cracking his shoulder loudly. “You tried any back-streets?”

Instantly, Taehyung thought of the woman earlier in his trip. The way she screamed at the car, scratching at the rusty paint job, her eyes bloodshot and her skin a lime colour. He gulped the hot lump in his throat, “I’d rather avoid them.”

“It’s safer,” Namjoon continued. “Out of the way-”

Somewhere outside of the van, there was a loud crash, similar to the way you sound when you drop something at midnight when your parents are sleeping. The volume was loud, louder than anticipated, and Taehyung unintentionally stalled the van. Kyungmin jeered forward, hitting the underneath of her chin on the seats opposite, sending out a string of foreign curses to Taehyung in the driver's seat. He avoided the stare of Namjoon, deciding he didn’t want to see the deathly glare.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, cradling a throbbing pain on the side of your face after catching it on the separation between front and back. “Is someone here?”

Namjoon stayed silent for a moment, staring darkly into the outside. Taehyung didn’t know what to do except wait, ready to jump into action when Namjoon made a noise of surprise- or was it shock?- and slapped Taehyung’s hand with great panic, “Fucking pull up somewhere. Turn off those fucking lights. Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“Jesus,” Taehyung cursed, doing exactly that as you leaned back to switch off the lights, submerging Kyungmin into darkness as the blood pooled in her mouth from earlier. She groaned something between her lips, holding her chin with her left hand as she picked herself up to lean over into the front, staring out at what Namjoon was watching across the small street. With the van now in darkness, away from the streetlight, you were invisible.

It wasn’t hard, locating the source of Namjoon’s panic.

Across the street, a flood of artificial white engulfed the street, barely missing the pull-in that Taehyung had moved into moments earlier. Namjoon slouched out of instinct, keeping his eyes on the road as he noticed three people dashing out into the darkness, the explosive lights following them as if they were automatic. They probably were, turning on as they stepped further and further away from the door they ran from. As they hurried past the hidden van, another noise pulled away your attention.

A large garage door screamed as it opened, in desperate need of oil, chains clattering against the metal interior. The light suddenly changed to an eerie green, something you saw in documentaries about weed farms. As it slid further up into the building, Namjoon hitched a breath as the sight of three sets of human legs came into view, dressed in stunning ebony, large guns by their hips. One of them smoked a cigarette, the smoke rising up like old Native smoke-signals. The middle guy pulled up his mask, covering his nose and lower face, and loaded the large Heckler Koch HK MG4 MG 43, aiming it swiftly at the little piggies running away from the slaughterhouse.

Taehyung knew that gun- the Heckler Koch never missed a target. He barely flinched when the gunman hit the kneepits of the runners, sending them to the ground instantly, their bodies buckling under the loss of legs. The screams were loud. Mama has the bacon, now.

The other two gunmen laughed loudly, approaching the pigs and picking them up to drag them back into the garage, a trail of blood marking the concrete like paint. He said something, the main gunner, and the two spares were taken away, possibly to die, maybe to a waiting room where they would await their death, as casually as they would waiting for a doctor’s appointment. The last runner, a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties, with already greying hair at the top, was pulled to the side of the room where three more men emerged, a woman amongst the pack with her hair sprawled out to her elbows, in mermaid curls. She was gorgeous, nobody could argue against that, with her body in a glamorous dress, something too glamorous for the apocalypse. On her feet, heels that presented her perfectly painted toes, a peachy shade.

“What’s happening?” Kyungmin asked. It was rhetoric. Everybody knew the answer.

The woman dressed in glam approached the slumped body of the runner, crouching to cup his face and stroke a thumb across the bags under his eyes, bleeding out with veins a bright red, the red of a freshly picked apple, the red line under a spelling error. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, putting her thumb over his lips and kissing her nail, before retreating and nodding curtly at the men around her. It was a signal, for they picked up the runner and began to tear off his clothes, leaving him stark naked, covered in purple bruises, tiny flowers on his skin.

Taehyung had seen things like this before- he was no stranger to the way the men beat the man with clubs and their boots, laughing at the way he retreated into his own skin, recoiling at every kick and screaming with every sickening club, until he accepted the fact that his body was their plaything. He watched, in morbid wonder, as they dragged him by his swollen balls to the center of the room, where a sharpened hook hanging from a chain off the ceiling swung threateningly, a bone being wagged in the face of a dog. The man whimpered, his eyes hurting, only barely making out his destination before his body shook violently.

The man picked him up as if he was a sack of sugar, with one hand around his neck, promptly planting him on the hook as if it were a throne. Now Taehyung had to close his eyes.

It was curling upwards, sharply, scraping every wall and nerve and good spot that ached. Yet, the men watched with wonder and satisfaction, clapping when he thrashed like a fish out of water. His legs were immobile, moving inches and with every movement came a grunt of pain, flashed with panic and agony from his rather pointy throne, and then the passing pain of his arm being cracked upwards.

The crack was loud.

From behind him, Taehyung heard Kyungmin make a small wheeze, hurrying into the back of the van, where Taehyung watched you pick her head up off the seats, your thumbs in a pool of vomit around her mouth. You didn’t even care about the sick on her knees, or the smell in your nose. Namjoon looked through the slot, dragging the divider up before the sound of retching made him sick, too.

You stopped listening to the retching, quietly shushing each whimper as Taehyung slowly started the van back up, grateful that he was covered by the sound of someone screaming in fucking agony. It felt so wrong, to be thankful of a tortured man. Cock and all, Taehyung was thankful he was screaming. The tyres of the van slowly rolled along the road, in the shadows, at a sluggish pace. Namjoon wiped away a line of sweat on his forehead, unable to look away from the man, thrashing like a pig, hanging like a sack of meat in a slaughterhouse, blood pooling now at the corner of his mouth, his eyes, his nose, dried blood at his ears.

It felt shit to feel thankful of someone’s screaming. Mostly, Taehyung was happy it was them and not him.

[whiskynottea]

An Interruption in the 1st Law of Thermodynamics.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27,  Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34, Chapter 35,  Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39, Chapter 40, Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43, Chapter 44,  Chapter 45, Chapter 46, Chapter 47

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Chapter 48. Closer

“Gimme a ticket for an airplane, I ain’t got time to take the fast train. Lonely days are gone – ”

“Lamb! Stop it!”

“What?” My uncle looked at me, with a most innocent face. “What’s wrong with The Box Tops? I’m trying to get you in the mood for your flight!”

“I am in the mood, I don’t need your singing to help me!” I huffed, looking out of the car window.

Will it be raining in Michigan, too?

Lamb was driving ridiculously slow, casually tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he sang, when all I could think of was reaching the airport and getting on the plane that would take me to Jamie.

Well, I wouldn’t get exactly on that plane.

The first plane would get me to London. Then a second one would whisk me across the Atlantic to Chicago. And finally, after a third flight from Chicago to Detroit, I would finally get to see my Scot. Really see him. Run my hands through his red hair. Smell the spices of his perfume. Tickle him until he would beg for mercy. Kiss him until there would be no breath left in his lungs.

In twenty-two hours I would be standing in front of him - if I could still stand. I would most likely crawl to him, unable to move after travelling for so many hours.

I didn’t care. I would be in Michigan.

Total flying time was almost twelve hours. Total time of the journey, twenty-two. Cheap flights. Not everyone can handle it - or so I was told by Lamb.

Scot: Have you arrived at the airport?

Sassenach: Almost. You know how Lamb drives.

Scot: Tomorrow you’ll be here, babe.

Sassenach: I wish I could just apparate.

Scot: You haven’t taken an Apparition Test.

Sassenach: Since when do Gryffindors care about rules?

Scot: It wouldn’t do to get you here splinched, wee Ravenclaw witch.

I choked back a laugh that made Lamb shoot me a questioning glance. “I haven’t seen you so happy since you got your letter from Oxford. Which was almost a month ago, if I remember correctly.”

“More than a month,” I murmured. In retrospect, it seemed even longer.

The first day or two, I had spent the majority of my time on Google maps, mentally strolling around  Oxford via computer screen. Then, I caught up with a few TV shows Jenny and Joe had been raving about. I read books that had nothing to do with human anatomy and physiology and enjoyed staying at home, a cup of tea and a hardcover in my lap, the rain pelting down on the living room windows.

Joe and Gail had left for New York, their semester starting when Jamie’s had. Jenny and Ian remained in Beauly after the summer had ended. They had both accepted their offers to the University of Edinburgh and they would come back in September, which was exactly when I would be leaving for Oxford. Jenny and I talked almost every day, but I missed having everyone in close proximity. It felt as though I had been left behind.

The flight to London was less than two hours and I had resolved myself to watching a movie, when the tiny lady sitting next to me started talking. I smiled politely and nodded more times than I could count, and kept making attempts to insert my headphones while I silently prayed that she would get the message. She didn’t. Her son was graduating and then getting married and “Oh ye can imagine, dearie, how many things remain to be done!” Even if I couldn’t imagine, I didn’t need to. By the end of our journey, she had listed and analyzed them all, pausing only once or twice. Most probably to breathe, I had thought. Her enthusiasm made me smile. Her nasal voice, however, made my head buzz by the time we arrived at Heathrow. Mrs Macallan - “Like the whisky, ye ken?” - was sweet and kind hearted, but I felt lucky to be getting away from her on my next flight.

After retrieving my oversized rucksack, and bidding her farewell, I walked around the airport, absentmindedly looking at window displays and testing several perfumes. Finally, bored and tired, I searched for a quiet place to sit.

Sassenach: Seven more hours in Heathrow.

Scot: In thirteen hours I will kiss the hell out of you.

Sassenach: Oh really?

Scot: Yes. I can’t stop thinking about it.

Sassenach: Me or the kissing?

Scot: Both.

Sassenach: Hmm where are you?

Scot: Just finished up at the pool. We’re going to a place called “Fraser’s Pub”!

Sassenach: So you’re already THAT famous there?

Scot: Aye, restaurants open in my honor. I can’t help it Sassenach.

Sassenach: Snob.

Scot: Oh, is that you Ms. ‘I’m studying at Oxford, you common peasants’?

Sassenach: Ass.

Scot: THIRTEEN HOURS!!

Sassenach: Twelve and forty-five minutes 😛

Scot: I love you, got to go, the guys have started making fun of me. Ttyl?

Sassenach: Okay. I’ll be right here.

A ridiculous picture followed right after that, with Jamie’s lips so close to the camera I could hardly recognize them. Then another one, with him and John smiling broadly, heads bent together. I sent him a picture of me cuddled up next to my huge grey and purple rucksack and then tried to get as comfortable as possible, determined to get some sleep.

It seemed I was one of those people who can sleep wherever and whenever they want, not allowing anything to disturb them. Not the endless amount of people passing by, not their phone ringing, not even announcements calling their name.

When I opened my eyes, my phone had fifteen unanswered calls, nineteen unread messages, and two missed alarms. The most terrifying of all, however, was the time.

I had ten minutes to be at my gate and I didn’t even know which gate I was supposed to be at.

I picked up my bag, hoisted it unceremoniously over my shoulder and started running.

I had struggled to sleep the last two nights, the excitement of visiting Jamie making dozing off an impossible task. And now that I had a plane to catch, I fell asleep in the airport, and slept for more than six hours!

Seriously, now?

I was the last person through the boarding gate and I was the only one who went through it gasping for breath. When I finally took my seat, I checked my phone. All the missed calls and messages were from Jamie, all saying pretty much the same thing.

Where are you?!

Sassenach: Just got on the plane. OMG THAT WAS SO CLOSE! I almost missed my flight. I can actually hear my heart beating inside my chest.

Jamie replied immediately.

Scot: You scared the shit out of me, do you know that? First, I was afraid that you’d miss the flight, then I was terrified that something happened to you.

Sassenach: I’m sorry. 😞

Scot: You better be.

Sassenach: I didn’t do it on purpose!

I quickly calculated the time in Ann Arbor.

Sassenach: Are you still out?

Scot: No.

Sassenach: You’re at home? Still awake?

Scot: Yes, guess why! Because my girlfriend is crazy, and she sleeps in airports like the dead!

I saw the three dots appear, then stop. My heart thumped inside my chest.

Scot: You just scared me, is all. It took all the nerve I had to stop pacing back and forth in the room, and that’s mostly because I woke John up at least three times. I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you.

Sassenach: I’m okay. I’m sorry I scared you so. I love you. gtg! Plane taking off. ❤️❤️

Scot: I will kill you when you arrive. Even before kissing you.

Sassenach: That will make a fool of you. You’ll miss my kissing you back.

I spent my time during the flight watching movies and sleeping. No one talked to me, apart from the stewardess with the impossibly perfect makeup, who came passing by every ten minutes with coffee or tea, food, more coffee or tea …

I only had an hour layover at O’Hare International Airport and I didn’t even stop to look around. One last flight - and a short one, at that.

One hour later I landed at Detroit Metro, murmuring continuously, “I’m here, oh my God, I’m here!”

My whole body ached from sitting for so long, and walking felt like an exotic exercise. I had been right in that I would be crawling once I got here.

But then, I wasn’t. I rushed off the plane and pushed my way to the tram, jumping into a car just before the doors closed. I followed the flow of the other passengers, feeling like herded cattle, and took the escalator down to the arrivals area.

The moment the escalator brought me low enough to see out across the great open space of baggage claim I saw him standing there, tall and beautiful, waiting for me. I felt a huge smile spread across my face and mentally urged the people in front of me to move faster. Finally, a kind of magic seeped into my muscles, pushing me forward, and the only thing I could do was run to him.

I dropped my bag just before I reached him and a moment later I was jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his body, relying on his strength to support my weight.

A crushing hug. And then we were kissing as if we were the only people in the whole terminal. Fierce and consuming, it was a kiss that tried to make up for all the lost ones, all those we had been sending to each other during the last month, vanishing somewhere in the space between us.

But this kiss was real and hot and powerful, filling our hearts with blood again, after more than a month when distance made their beating dull, normal.

“You’re here,” he whispered. “I can’t believe you’re finally here,” he added, echoing my thoughts. “I missed touching ye, Sassenach. My arms always feel so empty without ye in them.”

I looked at him for a long moment, my throat too tight to talk.

“Come,” he said, and bent to pick up my rucksack. “We’ve a bus to catch.”

His hand was warm when he took mine and we walked together towards the shuttle pickup area. It was silly, but even walking next to him felt different. As if I couldn’t discipline my feet and each step would be the first to start a dance.

We sat in the second to last row of the bus, desperate for some privacy. His hand perched on the inside of my thigh, drawing abstract lines that were driving me crazy. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, trying to be decent, but five minutes later I was biting and sucking his neck until I felt him shiver.

“What are the plans for today?” I asked, my voice low.

“Today we’re going back to my dorm and we’re not leaving the room at all.” He shot me a naughty glance, implying that I knew exactly what was going to happen in his room.

“What about John?” I asked, frowning.

“He won’t come back tonight.” Jamie’s owlish wink and the sly grin that followed suggested that he had taken care of everything.

“I’ve turned everything upside-down for him. Trust me to make a bad first impression.”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach. Ye’re doing John a favour,” Jamie said, his lip curling up as he looked out of the window.

“What do you mean?”

“Ye gave John the perfect excuse to stay over at another guy’s place. He’s on the team, too. And I think John was waiting for an opportunity to stay alone with Hector since the first time he saw him. He hasn’t admitted it yet, but I’ve seen the way he looks at him.”

“John is gay?” I asked when he finally finished. “You haven’t said anything!”

“What was I supposed to say, Sassenach? ‘Claire, let me introduce ye to my gay roommate?’”

“Well, no, but… Anyway. And how about Hector? Do you think that he returns John’s feelings?”

“He’ll be a fool if he doesna. John is amazing. It’d be like you giving me your number and I never calling you. Impossible.”

I laughed at that, shaking my head. My curls escaped from my unruly bun, but I didn’t care. Jamie liked them down. “Yeah, right. That being said by someone totally unbiased.”

He looked out at the winter landscape for a moment. Then, his eyes were back on me and he let out a long sigh. “I’m so happy ye’re here, mo chridhe.” He squeezed my hand and bent his head to kiss me.

I couldn’t get enough of his lips.

We got off of the bus and walked quickly towards his dorm, partly because we ached to be finally alone and partly because it was freezing cold outside.

“Why did you have to come here?” I asked, feeling my nose go Rudolf-red. “Hawaii is one of the States, too.”

“Oh, excuse me Sassenach for not getting a scholarship somewhere sunny!” Jamie smiled and pulled his beanie lower, to cover as much skin as possible.

“It would be a nice change to Edinburgh,” I murmured. He just squeezed me closer to his body.

As we walked, I was fascinated by how much of the campus was woven seamlessly into the city itself. Just off the main streets that were filled with restaurants and shops, were smaller homes all in a line, and then suddenly a university building would pop up with a distinctive blue and yellow sign out front.

We didn’t stop walking fast once we pushed through the entrance doors of Jamie’s dorm. He rushed me across the lobby to the elevators, only this time I was almost sure he was moving quickly as not to be stalled by any fellow Wolverines looking for greetings and introductions.

We reached his room unnoticed. Jamie tossed my rucksack into a corner and closed the door softly behind me. I stood still, looking at the room.

His place.

It wasn’t big, and the beds and two desks made it seem even smaller. But it was cozy and clean, and had something of him that made me feel comfortable. I turned to look at Jamie, and for the first time in a month, I felt like I was home.

“I missed you, you bloody Scot.” My whisper was more than a confession. It was the profession of the gift I had been bestowed. The gift of having him in my life. Of having a home.

“I missed ye too.” He smiled in his crooked way, the way I had fallen in love with. “More than ye’d ever imagine.”

And then his lips were on mine, tender and honest. The connection we had longed for, when all we could do was rely on a screen to see each other. Now, we could feel. Our love was tangible, filling the room as our breaths mingled, as our hands intertwined, as our hearts beat together, their own song.

It didn’t take long for our kiss to turn wild.

Jamie shed the outer layers of my clothing, murmuring that I was a wee onion or something. I smiled and helped him, taking off some of his own clothes as well. It was when his hand found its way underneath my sweater that I yelped.

“Cold! Freezing hands!” He looked at me with a pout that wasn’t nearly cute enough to make me relent. “Don’t even think about it!” I said, pushing against his chest with a pointed index finger.

Jamie laughed and swiftly took me off my feet, eliciting yet another yelp from me. He lay me carefully on his bed and took off my sweater.

“No hands,” he promised, raising them in the air as he bent to kiss my neck. His lips moved to my chest, teeth softly biting my nipples, and I slightly regretted keeping his hands off the game. I needed him to touch me.

I squirmed beneath him, making my intentions obvious.

“Oh, no,” Jamie said, sucking my breast in a way I was sure would leave a hickie. “I spent so much time this past month telling ye what I was planning to do to ye when I’d have ye close again. So much time, seeing ye touching yerself and wishing it would be my hand instead of yers. I mean to take my time, mo nighean donn.”

A soft bite and a wicked grin. His eyes burned in mine.

“I mean to lick ye, kiss ye, taunt ye, feel yer smooth skin against mine and leave my marks on ye. I mean to hear yer moans and whimpers fill the room. And then, Sassenach,” he paused for effect, and I ground myself against him. We were both ready. And all the talking during our video calls didn’t go to waste, after all. “Then, I mean to fuck ye and feel ye fucking me until we canna move our limbs anymore.”

Everything went according to the plan.

Chapter 49

[timelord-winchester-22b]

Hugs from the Doctor Advent Calendar: Day one

Prompt: Holiday Decor

AN: I am so freaking slack on posting these Christmas things, omg, I haven’t posted Sadie’s writing challenge fic that I’ve finished, and I almost went to bed without posting this one! I honestly suck, geez. Anyway, it’s not mindnight yet, so I haven’t failed this yet. That’ll be another day. Enjoy the beginnings of the Christmas season you lot, I am mad for holidays, if you hadn’t already worked that out, so I certainly will.

Anyway, enjoy this fluffy cuteness!

(This series will be written with Ten in mind but I don’t think I put that much specific stuff in there so... I dunno, think of who you wish)

(Y/N) Was humming a tune that sounded suspiciously familiar when the Doctor found her in the console room. A quick look at what she had been doing in there by herself had him quickly realizing it was ‘deck the halls’. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor and fiddling with something in the box in front of her. The Doctor stepped as close as he dare without alerting her to his presence. She was untangling Christmas lights and tinsel, sorting a few tree ornaments to the side as she organized everything. The Doctor frowned a little. He had been hoping she wouldn’t notice it was getting close to one of her holidays. But here she was with the decorations on the her time’s first of December. How had she been keeping such good track? He’d have to double check she didn’t have a calendar in her room…

“What are you doing?” The Doctor questioned suspiciously, making (Y/N) jump. She turned and sent him a quick glare over her shoulder before settling into a smile again.

“I found a box of Christmas decorations in one of your storage rooms a couple weeks ago. Figured it’s about time to get them out and make the console look a little festive” She suggested happily.

“No, absolutely not” The Doctor shook his head. (Y/N)’s smile faded a little.

“What, why not?”

“This is very delicate and high tech machinery, it doesn’t need tinsel and lights tying it up and getting in the way” The Doctor argued, stalking over to the console and pushing a lever down sharply. He moved towards the other side of the console and the lever moved back into it’s original position.

“Don’t know how much Sexy agrees with you” (Y/N) teased lightly. The Doctor glared at the item and moved back over to shove it down again.

“No decorations in the console room, no exceptions. You can decorate your own room”

(Y/N)’s smile fell completely and she dropped her head, looking sadly down at the tangled decorations in their dusty old box. The Doctor hesitated.

“Okay” (Y/N) muttered sadly, placing the tree ornaments carefully back in the box and picking it up from the floor. She was up and out of the room before the Doctor could think of another thing to say. He sighed, leaning back against the console. The Tardis hummed disapprovingly and the lever snapped upwards again.

“Alright, I’m sorry” The Doctor said reluctantly. The Tardis hummed more insistently, her consciousness nudging at the edge of his. “Well what am I supposed to do?” He sighed, leaving the console to slump down on the chair at the edge of the main platform. “What’ve I done?” The Tardis hummed a little softer this time and the Doctor suddenly remembered the decorations shoved in a corner of the secondary storage room that (Y/N) didn’t know about. He sat up a little straighter, smiling slightly at the console. “Good idea…”

(Y/N) sighed as she dropped herself on her bed, grabbing the closest pillow and picking at the threads. She had decorated her room for Christmas, like he’d suggested, but she couldn’t look at it the same way after he’d refused so harshly. So she packed it right back up and left the box where she’d found it, buried under old space relics in the back of the storage room. Maybe she should just forget about Christmas this year. After all, they were on a time machine. The Doctor probably never celebrated holidays, let alone silly human ones. What was she even thinking?

“(Y/N), could you come help me with something?” The Doctor called from down the hall. (Y/N) sighed, dropping the pillow back on her bed and getting to her feet.

“Coming” She called back, making her way down the hall and trying to work up a believable smile on the way.

“What did you- …need…” (Y/N) forgot about the idea of a smile when she entered the console room, completely astonished by what she was seeing. The column of the console was wrapped in tinsel and baubles hung from parts of it. The outer edge of the control panel was wrapped in tiny white lights, as were the coral struts around the room. The metal bars around the platform were wrapped in tinsel and there was a tiny Christmas tree sitting on the edge of the console. What she couldn’t see, however, was the Time Lord she had expected to see.

“Doctor?” She called eventually.

“Up he-ah!”

Before (Y/N) could look for the source of his voice he was suddenly on the ground in front of her. She shrieked in surprise at first before cursing quietly, helping him to his feet.

“Are you alright?” (Y/N) questioned worriedly, trying to find where he could’ve even fallen from.

“Yeah, I- I’m fine” The Doctor insisted, clearing his throat uncomfortably. “I’m good. Do you, um” He ran a hand through his hair, looking a little nervous as he glanced around the room himself. “Do you like it…?”

“Doctor, you did this…?” (Y/N) asked quietly, glancing around the room but betraying no emotion.

“Uh… yeah…?”

(Y/N) Looked at him for a moment, watching him rapidly get more nervous.

“So…?”

(Y/N) grinned suddenly, throwing her arms around him and very nearly knocking him over. The Doctor let out a little ‘oof’ sound, catching her and gingerly hugging her back. She laughed a little, looking around the room again over his shoulder.

“So you like it?”

“Oh, Doctor, I love it!” (Y/N) confirmed, pulling away to look at him again. “You did this all, and fell from the ceiling, for me?” She laughed. The Doctor cleared his throat a little, embarrassed when she brought up his fall again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. Sorry I didn’t have a proper Christmas tree” He frowned a little as he glanced at the miniature decoration on the console.

“That’s okay” (Y/N) laughed. “We could get one together. Oh, we could set it up in the library, and we could go shopping at those asteroid markets again and get each other presents! We could find some Christmas lights to go look at, and we should get a gingerbread house to decorate! Oh, I bet I could make one!” (Y/N) turned and ran off down the halls, continuing to shout out Christmas related ideas despite the fact that he wasn’t following. The Doctor blinked a moment before sighing.

“What’ve I done…”

[yehet-me-up]

At Your Service

Pairing: Hyungwon x reader (female)

Word Count: 6,661

Rating: (M) for language and explicit sex

Part 5 of the Monsta X Kinks series: over-stimulation 😏

Your best friends Liz and Alex wanted to take you out for an early brunch today, mysteriously hinting that they have something planned for your actual birthday that will require prep work… and ‘a warning.’

When you get to the café they are seated at a table in the corner, rapidly talking to each other, their heads close. You raise a brow as you walk over and take a seat. They abruptly stop talking and give you matching, overly large smiles.

You fold your arms and fix them with a knowing stare. “You forget that I’ve know you both for almost a decade and that I can smell your ‘plotting something’ energy from a mile away,” you say with a wide grin. “Spill.”

Liz looks around, her eyes darting back and forth with a nervousness that is total unlike her. “So. We kind of got you a present,” she starts, tossing a ‘help me’ look to Alex.

Alex brushes her long hair behind her ear and gives you a mischievous raise of her eyebrow. “Yes, we did. How long has it been since you and Ben broke up?” she starts, much more confident than Liz. A knowing look comes to her face and you feel like you’ve suddenly walked into a trap.

“It’s been seven months, two weeks, and four days,” you reply automatically, suddenly fascinated with your silverware.

Alex snorts and you look up to see her give Liz a ‘told you so’ smirk. “Not that I’ve been counting,” you mumble defensively.

Alex rests her elbows on the counter and leans forward. “Anyways, point is, it’s been a while. And we have the perfect thing to help you out.” She takes out an envelope from her purse and presents it to you.

You dramatically shake the envelope next to your ear with an innocent look. “Is it a pony? A million dollars? Those six months I spent in high school with awful bleach blonde hair back?”

She reaches out a hand to your arm. “No, it’s even better. Just open it,” she commands.

Furrowing your brow, you slide your finger under the fold. Your name is printed on the front of the black envelope in curling silver cursive. Inside is a black card with delicate white type.

Your appointment at Revel is confirmed for October 22nd at 6pm. We look forward to pleasing you. Underneath is an address downtown and a website you’re supposed to visit for ‘rules and instructions.’

“What the heck is Revel?” you ask, looking between the two of them as you pick up your water glass. “Is it a new spa or something?”

Liz’s nervousness has turned into giddy excitement. She clasps her hands together and leans forward. “No, it’s umm… like a full service escort… thing,” she says conspiratorially.

You choke on your drink of water. “You got me a prostitute for my birthday?” you practically yell in between coughs. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Alex leans over to thump on your back a few times. Once you can catch your breath she explains. 

“God, no. It’s this new agency that I heard about through one of the lawyers in my office. It’s not just sex; it’s a whole overnight experience,” she says with a grin. “She tried it out a few weeks ago and managed to get me in touch with the booker. It’s totally high class; and it’s extremely exclusive.”

“Okay - tell me what you mean by ‘experience’ this second or I’m going to murder you. And I’d hate to disturb these lovely people’s breakfast by stabbing you in front of them,” you say through clenched teeth.

Her eyes go wide for a second before she laughs. “I promise it’s legit! She said it’s at this high rise downtown; they’ve bought the whole top floor of apartments. You meet the man, or woman. You have dinner, talk, and then the rest of the night is up to you. She and the woman she met with ended up sleeping together, but there’s no pressure.”

“She said that another woman she knows just got a massage from her escort and then they spent the night talking. It’s completely up to you. But we have a feeling that you’ll be doing more than just talking,” she says with a wink.

You feel your rapid heart rate slow down infinitesimally and put your hand on your chest, half to remind yourself that this is reality. “Just how do you know that?” you demand. “Have you met him or something?”

They share another look and you want to scream in frustration. They know how much you value your organized, controlled life. They must be delighting in the fact that they’re throwing you out of whack. Who needs enemies when you have best friends, you think wryly.

Liz purses her lips and raises a brow at you. “We chose him for you, of course. What, you think we’d just set you up with anyone?”

“They had a lot to choose from; they even included personality in the descriptions when we called,” Alex says. “Like, are you looking for a Christian Grey, a naughty playboy, a submissive type, a boyfriend experience. And so on. We picked the perfect one for you. Plus, he’s gorgeous - I’m so jealous, you don’t even know.” Alex puts her hand to her chest and pretends to swoon. 

You smack her arm. “Excuse you, your boyfriend is gorgeous.”

“Yeah he is, but he’s not this guy. Wait – does that mean you’re on board?” she says with a grin, grabbing your hand.

You lean back in your seat and fold your arms, staring them down. It has been… a while. And a night with a man that can make Alex swoon? That doesn’t sound like too much of a burden.

“I’m tentatively in. But only if you tell me which personality description you chose. If you picked the Christian Grey guy I am a thousand percent out,” you say, pointing a finger at her.

They turn to each other and high five, making you laugh. “We chose the boyfriend experience, duh. How long have we known you?” Liz says with a smirk.

You throw up your hands in the air and pick up your menu. “Fine. I’ll do it,” you say with a sigh.

“The only repayment we expect is that you tell us all about it,” Alex says in a high, teasing voice.

You scoff and do your best to concentrate on the menu. A thrill of excitement runs down your spine - nervous curiosity building in your stomach. Three days; you have three days until you find out it if this was all a horrible mistake.

Unfortunately the website listed on the card doesn’t have any information about the men and women themselves - or photos - so you don’t get a sneak peek of the man you’ll be meeting.

What it does list, however, makes you both extremely nervous and extremely turned on.

Thank you for choosing Revel.

Please arrive at the address below at six in the evening, no earlier; no later. You will be met by your escort in the lobby and they will bring you to the room. Drinks will be available, if you wish. Dinner will be provided at seven thirty. Check out time is ten the following morning. What happens between dinner and check out is entirely up to you and your escort.

Our full-service escorts are ready and willing to provide any sort of pleasure you desire. Please use the safe word ‘Diamond’ if you feel uncomfortable at any point; your escort will do the same. You are free to leave at any time, no questions asked. 

Please contact booking at 206-740-5555 at any time before, during, or after your appointment if you have any questions or concerns.

You read through the brief words on the page again and swallow nervously. The time on the computer shows 5:25 and you shut your laptop, unable to procrastinate any longer. The day had been a nice distraction; a trip to the nail salon and brunch with your mom, drinks and a movie with some friends from work. But now the time has come and you can’t put it off any longer.

You stand, moving in front of the floor-length mirror in the hallway. Nervously you smooth a hand over your hair, down the front of your dress. The website didn’t list any suggestions or requirements for how you were supposed to look, so you went simple yet classy.

You pull out your phone and snap a picture, posing dramatically in front of the mirror. Subtle eyeliner and mascara makes your eyes pop and a light, neutral gloss makes your lips shine. The black dress and heels play up your figure and you feel sexier than you have in months.

After your break up you’d thrown yourself into work and your friendships to distract yourself. But they’re right, it’s been months; it’s time to move on.

[Y/N sent a photo] [Y/N 5:26pm] about to head out, how do I look?? [Liz 5:27pm] *whistles* drop dead gorgeous omg! [Alex 5:27pm] hello you goddess 😍 [Alex 5:28pm] are you sure YOU’RE not the escort here?! [Y/N 5:28pm] ha freaking ha [Y/N 5:29pm] I’m so nervous I might pass out before I get there 😳 [Liz 5:29pm] don’t worry babe, you don’t have to do anything! [Liz 5:30pm] you can just talk to him if you want [Alex 5:30pm] *pushes liz out of the way* [Alex 5:31pm] but for reals, please let me know if he’s as good in bed as he looks 😉 [Y/N 5:32pm] asljf;alskjdf [Y/N 5:32pm] fine, you hoes. i’ll text you in the morning [Alex 5:33pm] that’s my girl! [Alex 5:33pm] i hope it’s the best birthday present you’ve ever received 😏

You smile at your phone, glad that even if this whole night goes to hell, you’ve always got your best friends to cheer you up. With a huge sigh you put your phone in your clutch and grab your coat. 

You blush as you walk through the lobby of your apartment to the street to catch a cab, sure that everyone can tell exactly what you’re off to do. You shake your head at the ridiculous thought.

The driver is pleasant as you head to the high rise. You lie and tell him that you’re meeting up with some girlfriends for your birthday and he wishes you an enthusiastic happy birthday. 

A few minutes later he pulls up in front of the towering building. You pay him and get out of the car, staring up at the sleek chrome building. The thought that there’s a man in there, waiting for you, sends a rush of adrenaline through your body.

You try to peek through the tall windows to get a glance at him, but the lobby is busy on this Saturday night and you can’t tell who it might be. Steeling yourself, you head in, deciding to just go for it as you pull open the heavy glass door. 

She wasn’t kidding about high class, you think, looking around the marble and glass lobby. An enormous crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The receptionists are speaking to an older couple who look like they’re dressed to go on the Titanic.

A group of women come out of the elevators and walk past you, dressed in long evening gowns. They laugh as they push out the doors to the street and you stare after them, feeling supremely out of place and awkward. 

I can’t do this, you think, a sudden wave of panic rising in you. You shake your head and start walking toward the door, already dreading having to tell Liz and Alex that you chickened out.

“Are you Y/N by chance?” a warm male voice calls from behind you.

You pause with your hand on the door and turn around. A tall man is walking toward you, giving you a slight smile, his hands in the pockets of a crisp black suit. His brown hair falls into his eyes as he regards you thoughtfully.

You try to resist giving him a once-over, but fail miserably. His body is long and lean. His lips are full and sensuous. His eyes are kind and crinkle in the corners as he catches you checking him out. You laugh at being caught and step away from the door, walking over to him. 

“How did you know?” you ask with a grin, holding out your hand to him.

“I figured you’d be the one running from the building. Your friends said you might be nervous,” he replies, sliding his hand into yours and squeezing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I do this sort of thing all the time,” you say nonchalantly, your lips fighting a laugh. His firm grip sends an unexpected wave of desire through you as his eyes lock on yours.

“Mm. You’re totally right. I can tell you’re a regular, what was I thinking?” he says, trying to smother a grin.

Your eyes dart down to his lips, unable to stop imagining what he might do with them later. A nervous laugh finally escapes and you clasp your hand over your mouth as the sound echoes in the spacious lobby. He joins you in laughing, his hand still firmly grasping yours.

“Do you want to head up to the room?” he asks, motioning behind him to the elevators.

You give him a genuine smile, your nerves eased by how… not intimidating he is. You nod and his hand comes behind you, hovering over your back as he walks with you through the lobby. 

If you try you can almost imagine that this really is your boyfriend; that this is just a pleasant evening together for your birthday. But as you step into the plush elevator together and he presses the button for the top floor, you realize that you’d never felt this turned on just by your ex’s presence. 

He moves next to you, leaning against the back wall, inches away. Your awareness floods with him; his subtle cologne, his height, the almost electric tension between you as he stands next to you. 

Though you’re both facing forward you can see his lips twist into a smile in the burnished metal doors. Thoughts run through your mind – How did he get into this profession? What made him choose it? Does he like what he does? Maybe I’ll ask him later, you think.

The elevator stops with a gentle ping and the doors glide open, revealing a blood red carpet leading down a dark grey hallway. You both step out onto the plush carpet, following behind him down to a door on the right at the end.

You inhale a nervous breath as you stare at the door, a large brass number in the middle reads 2703. He reaches down and grabs your hand, drawing your attention back to him. He gives you a reassuring smile, squeezing your hand.

“Tonight’s about you, birthday girl. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?” he says gently.

You nod and he unlocks the door. The room is spacious, elegant, but you hardly notice it. The lights are low, which only further highlights the stunning view. 

You gasp and unconsciously move closer to the double-story windows to get a closer look. He chuckles under his breath and shuts the door before pulling you forward, up to the glass. The city is laid out beneath you, stunning in the evening light.

“It’s pretty incredible, right?” he asks.

You scoff and look over at him. “Yeah, just a tad bit.”

“Would you like a drink?” he asks, moving to the kitchen.

“Sure. Surprise me, I’m not picky” you say and finally tear your gaze away to look back at him. He raises his eyebrow at you as if to say ‘challenge accepted.’

You follow him, leaning against the island in the middle. The cool marble under your palms makes you realize how flushed your skin has become. You have to give it to your best friends, you think as you watch him carefully measure out ingredients, he’s exactly your type.

He pours two drinks and hands you a glass. The dark amber liquid swirls around, accented by a single cherry. You take a sip and he watches your reaction, his eyes drawn to your lips. The Manhattan is perfect; it’s subtle burn warms your stomach.

“Where’d you learn how to make such a flawless drink? Do they have like… escort school or something?” you ask. A beat later your eyes go wide, afraid that you’ve offended him or broken some unspoken rule that you’re not supposed to acknowledge what’s going on here.

But he just smiles at you and lets out a soft laugh. “Nothing that fancy, I’m afraid. I was a bartender in college.”

“Oh,” you laugh. “Well this is excellent, thank you.”

He leans over to clink his glass against yours. “It’s your birthday, after all. I’m glad you like it,” he replies, taking a sip. “So, did you have a good day?”

“Absolutely,” you start. He listens as you tell him about your day, subtly asking questions, drawing you out. He asks about your work, your friends, and makes you both a second drink. 

Before you know it a gentle knock sounds from the door and you realize he’s kept you talking all the way to dinner. He takes two large bags from the person in the hallway and thanks them, shutting the door with his hip. Something smells delicious.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he says with a grin, placing the bags on the counter.

You come around the counter and start poking around in the cabinets, searching for plates. He moves up behind you, his arm reaching up to one of the upper cabinets. Though he doesn’t touch you, his presence surrounds you as he easily locates the plates and pulls out two.

You turn to look at him and laugh. “I guess you’ve been here before,” you say. A beat later you wince and shake your head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

He cuts you off. “No, no. It’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it, if you want.” He pulls out a few containers from the bags and starts dishing up some salad and a mouth-watering chicken dish.

“Are you sure? I’d love to know more about you, but I don’t know what’s appropriate to ask,” you say in a rush.

He laughs, adding two forks and knives and picking up the plates, moving to the table in front of the window. You grab both of your drinks and follow him, sliding into one of the high-backed wood chairs.

“I’ll be honest, I got into this… line of work out of a desire for connection. Not just because the pay is good,” he says and looks down at his drink, a flush coming to his cheeks.

You pick up your fork and take a bite. Of course it’s delicious. “Really? How did you get into this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all. One of my friends, Hoseok, was working as a private dancer and he had some... disagreements with the manager. He had plenty of clients looking to take things umm, a step farther shall we say,” he says with a raise of his brows that makes you grin into your drink.

“So he started this a few weeks ago with a handful of our friends and some of his former co-workers. He carefully screens our clients - No one married, no one he thinks might become… a problem. No one is chosen for us without our approval too.”

“Well now I’m dying to know what my friends said about me, if you decided that I was sane enough,” you say, lips twisting into a grin. “And I’m also very curious to know who fits the other personality descriptions. Is your friend Hoseok the Christian Grey or the naughty playboy?”

“Oh my god, he mentioned something about profiles but I never asked about it. I’m going to kill him.” He laughs hard, his eyes crinkling and his hand coming to his stomach. “Your friends just said that you were very sweet, with a wicked sense of humor. And that you’d gone through a bad breakup a few months ago and needed someone to pull you out of your shell.”

His kind eyes don’t hold a trace of pity and you relax, reassured that he didn’t take you on just because he felt bad for you. In fact, his gaze is full of amusement as he leans his chin on his hand.

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure that Hoseok is the naughty playboy. Our friend Minhyuk is probably the Christian Grey type. Now you have to answer something in return – what did my profile say that made your friends choose me for you?” he inquires, watching you as he takes another drink.

Now it’s your turn to blush, stalling as you take another bite. “I think it was something along the lines of... a boyfriend experience?” you answer softly, not able to meet his eyes.

When you look up he’s grinning. “Oh really? And what would that look like to you?”

Your jaw drops, caught off guard by the low tone his voice has taken. You decide to throw the question back at him. “What would you think it would look like? It was your personality description, after all.”

He raises a brow and smirks at you, leaning over as he looks you up and down. “Well… if you were my girlfriend and we had –” he flicks his wrist, looking at the time. “Fourteen hours together in this insanely fancy hotel room? I’d have quite a few ideas of what we could do. But I think I’d start by kissing you against the window,” he says, tilting his head toward the tall window next to you.

You down the rest of your drink and meet his eyes across the table; his easygoing nature and obvious attraction to you, along with the two Manhattans, have virtually erased your nerves. You raise your shoulder causally and let it fall.

“I mean, that sounds like a good start to me,” you say with feigned ease. As if just the thought of his lips on yours, his lean body pressing against you, isn’t already making you wet. You brush your lips with your napkin and set it on the table.

He mimics you, also done with his meal. With a last sip he finishes his drink and stands. You watch as he moves to the entertainment system against the wall. A beat later and the sound of jazz music begins echoing through the wide open space. He comes to stand next to you, reaching out a hand to help you stand.

Pulling you up against him, his other hand comes to rest on your back. He takes a few steps back, moving you so you’re pressed against the glass. The cool surface sends a shiver across your skin where it touches your neck and your calves.

When Liz and Alex had said ‘boyfriend experience’ you definitely weren’t prepared for someone who looks like this. He’s even more devastatingly gorgeous up close, his eyes turning a molten shade of amber as he holds you there. He releases your hand and cups your jaw, running his thumb across your lower lip, his own mouth parting in anticipation.

You let out a soft gasp, suddenly desperate to know what kind of kisser he is. Hungry for his skin on yours after so many months without anyone’s touch. He makes a noise, somewhere between a groan and an eager sigh, before bending down and pressing his lips to yours.

His hand tilts your face up, opening you to him, as his mouth works slowly against you. Your eyes close, your hands sliding up his firm chest to grip his shoulders. He steps closer, wedging you between his body and the glass.

You quickly discover that he’s a steady, patient sort of kisser. The slow, sensuous brush of his lips against yours draws needy moans from your throat. His presence surrounds you, commands all of your senses. Eventually you get impatient, needing more. You run your tongue hesitantly along his lower lip, inviting him to take the kiss deeper.

He eagerly follows your suggestion, sliding his tongue against yours. You can taste a faint hint of the whiskey as he moves against you. His hand drifts lower, gripping your hip, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin there, dangerously close to your aching clit. He swallows your whine of pleasure before pulling back. His eyes search yours for any trace that you’re not enjoying this as much as he is.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he says against your open mouth, breathing heavy.

You shake your head rapidly. “Please, don’t stop,” you sigh, leaning forward to pull his lower lip between your teeth.

He groans; his hand on your jaw dropping to impatiently grab your ass, tugging your lower body closer as he recaptures your lips. He grinds his growing erection against you and you can feel moisture pooling in your core at the press of him. At your hip he draws slow circles with his thumb, closer and closer to where you need him.

After another minute he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. He draws in a deep breath and lets it out. “I haven’t done this with any of my clients before,” he blurts out. “The most I’ve done is give one a massage. But I’ve got to know how you taste. Would you mind if I went down you?” he asks, his gaze burning into yours, his pupils wide with desire.

Your eyes go wide as the things he’s saying hit you one at a time. He’s never hooked up with a client? And he wants me? Dear lord, his tongue might just kill me. 

You press yourself against him, smirking as you feel his length twitch against your hip. “Do you even have to ask?”

He gives you an ‘are you serious’ look. “Oh, right,” you let out a quick laugh. “Yes, please. For the love of everything holy,” you say in a rush.

He grins and drops to his knees, his hands sliding up the inside of your thighs. You bite your lip in anticipation - every second it takes him to slide your panties off feels like it takes a thousand years. You lift one foot and then the other and finally he tosses them away.

His hands push your dress up to your waist, baring you to him. Your naked ass presses against the cold glass and you yelp in surprise. He chuckles, reaching his hands up to grip the flesh of your cheeks, holding you off the cool surface. 

You open your mouth to say a words of thanks, but before you can get them out he nudges one of your legs over his shoulder and dips his head down to run his tongue along your slit.

You hiss at the sudden pleasure and you look down to see him grin up at you, his lips wet with your arousal. He raises his eyebrows in challenge and moves to lick you again. 

The slow slide of his tongue is maddening, always stopping just short of where you really need him. Just when you’re about to cry out in frustration he finally draws his tongue upward, circling your clit.

Your head falls back against the glass as he flattens his tongue and begins running it in tight circles. Moans fall from you, growing increasingly desperate as your orgasm builds – hastened by his steady pace and firm pressure. 

After a beat he hums against you in approval, encouraged by your obvious enjoyment. The vibration sends you over the edge and you come in a rush, pressing your hands wildly back against the glass to keep you upright.

His strong hands hold you up as your orgasm runs through you, his tongue eagerly lapping up your juices. But as the intensity fades, his movement doesn’t stop. You realize that he’s rapidly leading you towards a second release. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. You unconsciously move a hand to grip his hair, grasping him as your eyes roll back.

You distantly notice that one of his hands has left your ass. A moment later and he’s running it along your slit, dipping in to coat himself in your wetness. You let out a strangled cry as he pressed a finger into you, moving in time with his insistent pace against your clit. An unintelligible curse leaves you as he adds another finger a moment later.

“I – I can’t – It’s too much,” you say desperately as you feel your second orgasm rapidly building, the tension in your core growing again.

He pulls back for a moment. “You know the safe word if it’s too much, right?” he asks in a rush.

“Yeah. It’s – it’s diamond,” you say, your voice high and tight as you try to withstand the motion of his fingers buried inside you.

“That’s right, birthday girl. Use it if you need to,” he says, amusement lacing his voice.

He resumes his assault, his lips pulling at the tight bud, his fingers relentlessly stroking that sensitive spot inside you. His palm on your ass massages you, pulling you closer to him, forcing you to open further to his attention. 

Already so saturated with pleasure, it takes no time for you to come again. After only another minute you cry out, fingers tangling in his hair as another orgasm overtakes you.

Your legs quake, but his strong hands hold you up. He rides out your orgasm, gently removing his fingers and cleaning you up with his tongue. You huff out a laugh as the last of the aftershocks fade out, leaving you feeling boneless and blissed out.

He pulls away a moment later, carefully pulling your dress back down and standing. Your head is still against the glass, your eyes pressed shut. Breathing out a sigh, he pulls you to him, resting your head on his chest as his hands come to your back to hold you against him.

As soon as your breathing returns to normal you look up at him. You blink rapidly as you take in his handsome face, smiling proudly down at you. 

He’s so sweet you can’t help but tilt up on your heels and capture his lips with yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue and the realization makes you moan softly against his mouth.

When you pull back he’s watching you, his desire obvious. His erection is insistently pressed against your thigh. You look up at him through your lashes as you settle back onto your heels.

“How would you feel about taking things further?” you ask carefully. You can’t tell if he wants you or if you’re just so lost in your lust that you imagine that he does.

“Oh, thank God,” he says and lets out a breath of relief. “I’m totally fine with just pleasuring you tonight. But if you’re sure, I’d happily fuck you all night long.”

You grin at his words; his eagerness makes you clench your thighs together in anticipation. “I should hope so, it is my birthday after all,” you say, teasing.

He grabs your hand in his, walking backward through the spacious living room to the bedroom, his eyes not leaving yours. “Mm, yes. A boyfriend would definitely make sure you’re taken care of today.”

His shoulder bumps against the doorway and he fumbles around trying to find the lightswitch in the dim lighting. He finally finds it, laughing softly at himself as he flips it on. A pair of low side table lights come to life, highlighting a large, decadent bed and yet another beautiful view of the city. But you’re well past caring about that right now, only focused on returning his attention from earlier.

You step around him and sit on the bed, giving him a wry grin as you loop your fingers into his belt loops and tug him between your spread legs. He furrows his brow as you undo his belt. You make quick work of his pants – undoing the button and the zipper, sliding them down his legs, along with his boxer-briefs.

“You don’t have to – oh, fuck,” he stutters as you take him in your hand, bringing him to your mouth.

He bucks into you as you lick around the head. Looking up you see him watching you through hooded eyes, biting his lip, fascinated by your attention to his cock. When you wrap your lips around him and start sucking he groans, his head falling back.

You bring your other hand up and start stroking him, following the back-and-forth motion of your mouth. His hand absently reaches up to tangle in your hair. You swirl your tongue around him and he pants in pleasure, his hand tightening.

“God, I need to be inside you. Now,” he says, tilting his head up to meet your eyes.

You nod, smirking as you release him and scoot back on the bed. He kicks off his shoes and pants and moves to the side table. After a beat he triumphantly holds up a condom and you laugh, his excitement sweet and somehow perfect for the moment. You reach down and pull off your heels, throwing them to the floor as he sheaths himself.

He climbs onto the bed after you. His hands frantically shove your dress up and you lift your hips to help him. You reach out your hands to his chest, moving around to hold onto his back as he positions himself at your entrance. The music is fainter in here, away from the living room, and the wet sound of him sliding into you is almost sinfully erotic in the quiet space.

He’s larger than you were expecting; you gasp as he easily slides in, stretching you out. His mouth falls open in a silent cry of pleasure. He braces his hands above your head, closing his eyes as he takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of you around him. When he opens them he stares down at you, his lips tilting up into a broad smile.

“Still doing okay?” he asks softly, touching you with his concern.

“Yeah. Just a bit sensitive, but it’s not too –” he pulls out abruptly before snapping his hips and filling you again. “Fuck,” you cry out. 

At this angle he’s rubbing against the still-sensitive spot inside you, brushing up against your sensitive clit. He smirks down at you and you purse your lips at him.

“If I knew your name, I’d be cursing you right now,” you say, fighting a grin.

“Oh, right. I should probably tell you, since you’ll be screaming it all night - it’s Hyungwon,” he says with a wink.

You roll your eyes and giggle at him. The laughter dies in your throat as he pulls back and starts moving against you. You’ve had two orgasms already, while he must be ready to burst at this point. But he’s still the gentleman, wanting to get you off yet again before he finds his release.

You wrap your legs around his back, leaning into his thrusts. Past the point of coherent words, you just grip his waist and hang on. He works his hips against you, pressing himself in a maddening circle against your inner walls. You blindly reach out, grabbing the comforter in your fists.

A thin sheen of sweat forms on his forehead. He pants as he grinds against you, his needy groans joining your whines. You clench yourself around him as you get close once again, feeling yourself come apart beneath him. Muttered praise falls from his lips and you can tell he’s on the brink. He lifts a hand, moving it to your tender clit to trace a loose circle.

One swirl of his finger is all it takes. A scream tears itself from your lips as you find your release again, the intensity of it leaving you breathless. After a beat he resumes his thrusting, his movements desperate and hurried. He comes in a rush, filling the condom with a groan. 

He lets out a long sigh, releasing your thighs and moving to rest on top of you, holding his weight off you with his elbows. He drops an affectionate kiss to your lips, smiling down at you as he pulls back, turning so you’re facing each other. As your breathing returns to normal you close your eyes and rest your head against his chest.

“So, how about a shower?” he asks after several minutes, lifting a hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“That sounds perfect,” you say with a grin, pulling him down for a quick kiss before you sit up.

You make fast work of your dress and the rest of his clothes. It takes you both a minute to figure out how to work the complicated shower head, but eventually you sort it out. He pulls you against him under the hot water, his mouth pressing kisses along your jaw. He insists on giving you one more orgasm, with his talented fingers, before he lets you leave. 

By the time you dry off and crawl into bed you’re both exhausted and you pass out together in a tangle of limbs. You drift off to sleep, a satisfied smile on your lips as he wraps an arm around your waist.

You open your eyes, blinking in confusion as you take in the unfamiliar room in the morning light. Turning your head slightly you see Hyungwon behind you and the night flashes before your eyes. You blush, remembering his hands on you, his lips, his tongue. His everything, you think with a smile.

His hand rests on your hip, his other arm underneath your head under the pillow. His steady breath brushes across your naked shoulder. You turn in his arms, facing him. Before you can stop yourself you reach out a hand and run it over his cheek. Of all the things you were expecting when you walked into this building, you weren’t prepared for him.

His eyes flutter open, a grin forming on his lips as he takes in your messy hair, the fond look in your eyes. “Morning,” he says, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“I’d say we should order in some breakfast, but I should get up if I have to be ready by ten,” you say, looking over at the clock.

He drops a kiss to your shoulder and pushes himself up, moving on top of you. You giggle as he presses kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids.  

“I think I can get us an exception.” He reaches over to pick up the phone on the bedside table and starts dialing a number. A beat later you can hear a muffled male voice answer.

“Hey H – yeah, yeah, it went great. Fantastic actually. We’re going to need the room a little longer, is that okay?” he says, listening to his friend’s answer, his eyes crinkling as he smiles down at you. “Perfect, thanks.”

He hangs up the phone and turns his attention back to you. “Now, where were we?” He leans down to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw to your throat. “If we order breakfast now that would give us a good... twenty minutes. Hmm, what do you think we could do to fill that time?” he asks, feigning casualness. 

“I’m sure we can find something,” you tease, moving your hands to his face, pulling him up to kiss him properly.