#pls give them some sneakers

[surfrocklee]

i know everyone in the naruto universe has crazy foot pain from those fuckass sandals

[lovelettersfromluna]

Lunch

Summary: it’s raining. Ellie misses you. Eating you out is her favorite pass time.

an: small smutty drabble heavily influenced by Billie’s song Lunch….yes this is rushed, yes I need this just as badly as you do. Hehe mwah 🤍

Warnings: for the love of god MDNI!!! 18+, SMUT!!! Porn with little plot, oral (obvi) r!receiving, Ellie bites readers thighs/leaves marks, she’s a bit rough, pet names, pls pls lmk if I’ve missed anything!

It was like you were on Ellie’s mind the entire fucking day.

From the moment she woke up in her empty bed, she was angry that you weren’t there, setting quite the tone for the rest of her day.

Usually you’d stay over, spending the entire day with Ellie only to spend the night as well, but you had an essay you needed to finish that you simply could not get done with Ellie around, constantly giving you the perfect excuse to abandon it to give her all of your attention instead.

Now, don’t get her wrong. You were on Ellie’s mind all the time anyways, lingering in the corners during lectures or work, daydreaming about your pretty smile or the way your eyes twinkled whenever you saw her.

But today…god…it was like she had an insatiable hunger for you that had her practically itching to be in your presence again.

So that’s exactly what she did.

The second her shift at work was over, she was storming out of the building to get to her car, so quickly that she hadn’t even noticed the rain pouring down on her, soaking her hair completely. She was far too consumed with thoughts of you, and getting to your house as quickly as possible.

You on the other hand, were consumed with other things. Your eyes were glued to your screen, the soft, warm lighting in your apartment drowning out around you, your eyes only focusing on the bright white light emitting from your laptop. You were so close, and as soon as you were finished you’d be able to get some much needed sleep, your poor back aching from sitting in the same position for so long.

You felt bad that you hadn’t responded to Ellie’s many texts, all of them either checking in on you or asking if she could come over. You had gotten to a point where you had to turn your phone onto do not disturb, knowing all too well that the second she gets pouty in her messages, you’d fold.

Soon enough though, your paper was finished. You sent it in without another glance, far too tired to proofread it, before shutting your laptop, tossing it onto your couch, and pushing yourself off of it to take a much needed shower. You told yourself you’d text your girl when you got out, maybe even call her if she wasn’t too huffy over you not giving her the attention she wanted.

What you don’t know, is that Ellie has perfect timing. And just as you’re laying in your bed, freshly showered and cozy in your favorite pajama set, thinking you’ll get some much needed sleep after a long days work, she’s parking outside your apartment building.

Just as you’re laying down, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you hook your thigh over your favorite pillow, looking out the window as you watched the rain patter softly against the glass, Ellie is jogging up the stairs to your place, tugging off her jacket, pushing her damp hair out of her face, and quickly opening the door to your home with the spare key you’d given her.

You hardly even notice it too, exhaustion quickly taking over your body, your soft blankets wrapping around you perfectly as your heavy eyes begin to close.

Ellie’s kicking off her sneakers in your living room, looking around the place as she hangs up her jacket. She silently curses herself, seeing that you’ve already packed up for the night, a clear sign that you’ve most likely gone to sleep.

It doesn’t stop her from making her way further into your home, crossing over the fuzzy carpet in your living room, her feet padding along the hardwood floor that lead to your bathroom.

You turn slowly when you hear her open up your bedroom door, a soft smile immediately gracing your lips when you catch the glimpse of her standing in your door frame.

“Ellie…” you practically sigh out, sitting up to greet the girl properly.

“Sorry….i didn’t know you were coming” you hum softly, opened arms greeting the girl.

She almost wants to laugh, you’re so sweet and welcoming, the only thing on your mind cuddling with your girlfriend after a long day…

But Ellie has other plans.

Her knees deep into the bed, fists pressing into your mattress as she cages you into her arms, nudging her nose against your neck before she began pressing soft kisses on your throat.

You instantly let her in, tilting your head back and giving her better access to what it was she wanted. It was the little things like this that told you loud and clear what your girlfriend wanted, when she’d walk in without a word, press her hand against the small of your back or pull you closer on her lap…

All of which screamed that she needed you.

Before you can even think further about it all, she’s pushing you back to lay against the bed, her body crawling over your own before she presses her mouth against yours without another thought. The second you moan against her, she’s taking the opportunity to slip her tongue against yours, the two wet muscles rubbing together, making your core tighten all too quickly.

You let out a soft gasp when she finally breaks the kiss, her lips moving down to press against your neck, your jaw, collar bones, any exposed skin that she can possibly get to.

“You didn’t answer my texts” she groans out, words muffled by the sound of your skin against her mouth, broke up by kisses and bites as she began littering your skin with marks of her lips.

You moan softly at this, melting at the way her hands grab you, at the way her teeth sink down into your skin, sure to leave a new set of pretty marks there for her to marvel at when she’s finished with you.

“I was…I told you I had to finish my paper…remember?” You manage to croak out between a plethora of moans and whines, keeping the girl close as she pushes your pajama top up so that it scrunched right about your boobs, leaving your top half bare for her.

She hums softly, momentarily giving either one of your pebbled nipples some much needed attention before she lets them go with a pop, and continues traveling down your body.

Soon she’s managed to haul off your pajama shorts and your panties, and she’s settled between your legs, either of her large hands sinking into your thighs as she pulls you closer to her face, looking awfully similar to a woman readying herself for her meal.

“M’not gonna make you beg, because I need this more than you do….” She hums out softly, and you can practically feel her warm breath fanning onto your sobbing wet core.

“But next time I won’t be so lenient” she finishes before she finally gives in, attaching her lips to your swollen clit and sucking it like she was starved.

You moan loudly, unable to fully comprehend her words, your head falling backwards as your back arches almost painfully, pushing more of your pussy against Ellie’s face.

And she fucking loves it. Moaning loudly as her eyes flutter shut, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. You’d swear she was the one in your position with the way she was acting. You can feel the vibrations of her moans against your needy cunt, and it makes you moan loudly as your head finally repositions to look down at her.

She looks like a dream, so consumed with you, the pads of her fingers digging into your thighs to keep you close, forbidding you from even thinking of running away from the pleasure she had to give you.

Now, Ellie was not your first girlfriend by all means. You’d had flings and dates in the past, most of them slowly dissolving into nothing at the back of your mind. Sex was all the same with them, mediocre at best. You could recall no one ever really being into head unless it was you doing it, which was fine, you couldn’t complain.

But Ellie? Jesus fucking Christ….Ellie was like something out of an erotic novel.

When she first told you, you assumed it was another fuck-girl move of her to get you where she wanted, fill your head with all talk but when the time came to actually do the deed, it would end just like the others.

Ellie quickly proved you wrong.

The amount of times she’d simply tug your shorts off while you two were watching a movie, or slip under the covers while you were playing video games, you couldn’t even try to count them on all ten fingers and toes.

Ellie simply loved eating her girl out.

More specifically? She loved eating you out.

She was a certified fucking munch. Absolutely smitten with you in every single way possible, and she’d be proud to admit it to anyone that asked.

Quickly enough, you find yourself closing in on that delicious feeling. Your stomach starts to coil, and the grip on Ellie’s hair tightens as you grind on her face shamelessly, your slick almost making it impossible to not slide around and make a mess of Ellie’s face.

“M’gonna…you’re gonna make me cum, El…Ellie I…fuuuuckkkk” you drawl out, riding out your orgasm as you scream your girlfriends name like a mantra.

And her eyes never leave yours, watching as the rain splattered window casts patterns against your skin, your naked body like a fucking painting for her as she makes you come undone on her face.

You gasp out as she slows down, tongue drawing slow, lazy circles against your clit as you stare down at her with hazy, lust filled eyes, naked chest slowly rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Ellie…” you pant out, watching her with a sleepy smile.

She smirks, finally pulling away from your swollen pussy, groaning softly as she stares down at the mess she made, the mess you made, fingers ghosting over your over sensitive clit.

You can make out your slick shining on her face in the dim lighting of your room, a sly smirk on her face as she slowly crawls up between your legs, her face inches from yours.

“I just can’t get enough of you, baby…” she hums out softly before she catches your lips in a lazy, sloppy kiss, the two of you moaning at your taste still lingering on her tongue.

And it’s that exact same way that Ellie almost always ensures that both you, and her, sleep very well at night.

[nerdy-novelist017]

Trouble (Eric Draven x Rebel!Reader)

Bill Skarsgard, covered in blood and acting feral as he violently kills people to avenge the woman he loves?? Yeah, that really did a number on me….but I couldn’t help but fall in love with Eric’s quiet character in the first act so pls enjoy my ramblings! 💕

Eric Draven Masterlist

Word Count- 1.5k+

Summary- Eric's carefully guarded solitude is disrupted by a bold newcomer who seems to be trouble incarnate.

“I wanna get in trouble.”

A voice, sudden and electric, broke Eric from his reverie as a figure’s shadow fell across the intricate lines and shadows of his drawing. He glanced up hesitantly, shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight behind you. His eyes were met with the sight of you – a tempestuous spirit with wild, untamed hair that cascaded around your face like a mane, defying the order and discipline of this facility. There was a glint in your eyes, mischievous and daring, that seemed to challenge the very atmosphere around you. You loomed above him, a figure of restless energy, waiting for a response that he was unprepared to give. 

“What?” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to the boldness of your intrusion. 

You grinned cheekily, and with an audacity that left him momentarily stunned, you stepped up onto the picnic bench he was perched at, planting yourself so that you were sitting on the table as if it was your own personal stage. Your feet, clad in worn, oversized sneakers rested casually on the seat in a silent declaration of your disregard for rules. “Don’t you?”

Eric blinked at you, his brows furrowed as he hastily pulled his papers closer, as if to shield them from your encroaching presence. “No.”

“No?” you parroted, a suggestive playfulness tone to your voice. “But this place is so boring.” 

He glanced around the yard, taking in the stark reality of the rehab facility, his eyes lingering on the chain link fence with its towering barbed wire glinting menacingly in the afternoon sun. “It’s supposed to be,” he said with cold detachment. “And you’re not supposed to be fraternizing with me.”

You followed his gaze, casting a sly look to the guards who stood at the back door, and a smirk danced on your lips. “Uh oh, I wonder what the consequences for that will be.”

Eric wanted to roll his eyes at your attitude. This was how all the newbies were when they came in: brash, defiant and convinced they could outwit the system. They came in with fire in their eyes only for it to be extinguished within days by the crushing reality of their situation. Nobody stayed trouble for long. He watched as their bravado withered, soon to be replaced by resignation. And the ones like you – those who pushed the boundaries with reckless abandon – often found themselves confined to solitary confinement, their spirits slowly eroded by the wright of their own demons. 

“You think I could seduce one of these guards to sneak us in some contraband?” you asked, raising your brow in a conspiratorial way as you nodded toward a pair of male guards standing near the backdoor, idly chatting and sharing a cigarette. 

Eric’s gaze traveled over you, from the oversized, ugly pink sweatshirt that swamped your frame to the untamed hair that framed your face like a wild halo. You spoke of “us” as if any semblance of companionship existed between you too. There wasn’t. It was just him and his solitary existence. He had no need for friends, no desire for connections – especially not from someone like you. 

“No,” he said finally as he returned to his sketch, hoping his blatant disinterest would be enough to drive you away. “You need to get off the table.”

He could feel your eyes on him, your gaze almost too intense. When you tilted your head, studying him in amused disbelief, he knew what was coming. Another newbie thinking they could crack him open like some sort of nut, put together the broken pieces like a puzzle. He kept his attention on the drawing, hoping you’d take the hint and leave him alone. 

“C’mon, you don’t look like someone who’s this much of a stick in the mud.” Your voice was playful, teasing but Eric could sense the challenge beneath it. His silence seemed to fuel you, as if his resistance was exactly what you were hoping for. “What’s your name anyway?”

He hesitated, hating how you were forcing him to interact with you like some needy puppy. “Eric,” he muttered, keeping his gaze locked on the drawing.

“Eric,” you tasted his name on your lips quietly. It grated on him, the way you spoke as if you already knew him, already had him all figured out. “You’re an artist, huh? I bet you’re all dark and broody, right? The strong, silent type?”

His jaw tightened, his pencil pressing a little too hard against the paper. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of him, but he could feel your words digging right under his skin. Dark and brooding? Strong and silent? You didn’t know anything about him, didnt understand the darkness that lingered in the corners of his mind, the weight of the silence he carried, yet here you were, already trying to pin him down with labels. And typically, Eric didn’t care what anyone else here labeled him with, but your unnervingly amicable voice was something he wasn’t used to. It was almost laughable, except it wasn’t. It was annoying. 

Your words struck a nerve. He remained quiet, instead choosing to focus on the shading in the corner of his page, tried to drown out the sound of your voice, but he knew his silence was betraying him. The tension in his jaw, the way his grip on the pencil tightened – it all gave him away, and he could almost feel you noticing it, filing it away for later. God, why couldn’t you just leave him alone? 

Then you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper for only his ears to hear. “You know, I think you want to get into trouble. You’re just too scared to admit it.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours before he could stop himself, his heart racing at the sudden intensity in your eyes. And there was something in your gaze that unsettled him. Annoyance flared up first, hot and defensive. But beneath that, he felt a flicker of . . . curiosity. And he hated that too – hated that you were getting under his skin. What the hell did you even know about him? What gave you the right to pry into his life, his thoughts.

“You don’t know anything about me,” he retorted, his voice sharper than he intended, the words escaping in a rush of defensiveness. 

You shrugged, unbothered by his tone, a playful smile tugging on your lips. “Maybe not yet, but I’m good at figuring people out. And I think you’re bored out of your mind here, just like me. You’re dying for something – anything – to happen.”

Eric shook his head, forcing himself to look back down at his sketch. “You’re wrong.” 

Even to his own ears, the denial sounded weak, and that only served to deepen his irritation. 

You let out a dramatic sigh, stretching your arms overhead, and Eric resisted the urge to glance up. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me. I’m always up for a little fun.”

“Fun,” he echoed, the word leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered to respond, but something about your persistence was unraveling him bit by bit. “That's what got us in here in the first place. 

You paused, and for a second, Eric thought maybe he had finally shut you up. He looked up and caught a flicker of something else in your expression, something serious that made his chest tighten with a feeling he couldn’t quite name. But just like that, it was gone, replaced by that infuriating grin. 

“Maybe,” you said, your voice softer, thoughtful in a way that made him uneasy. “But maybe that’s what will get us out of here too.”

Eric watched as you slid off the table, landing lightly on the ground. For a moment, he thought you might actually leave him alone, and the relief that washed over him was sweet. But then you turned back, hands stuffed into the pocket of that oversized sweatshirt, your grin still in place – though it didn’t seem to reach your eyes quite the same as before. 

“See you around, Eric,” you said before sauntering off, as if you didn’t just turn his whole world upside down in a matter of a few minutes. 

He stared after you, watching as you kicked at the feet of another unsuspecting patient who grumbled at you as you passed. His mind raced, his drawing forgotten, the lines and shadows now blurring together in an indistinct mess. He hated how you so easily managed to disrupt his carefully-constructed isolation, how you made him think about things he thought he’d buried a long time ago. He wanted to believe you were just another reckless newbie, just another faceless patient in a sea of addicts who would burn out soon enough. But something in the pit of his gut told him you were different – something he couldn’t shake. 

In the silence that followed your departure, Eric was left to grapple with the realization that the trouble you brought was not just a disruption, but a catalyst for change, a challenge to his solitude. And now as he returned to his meaningless drawing, he wondered briefly if perhaps your indelible, chaotic presence was exactly what he needed to rewrite his own story in the hell hole. 

And that scared him more than he’d like to admit.

Tagging some of you who seemed interested!

@apolloanddaphnis @one-of-thewalkingdead @m00npjm @maimai-0603 @redwitchbitch1 @at-midnight @fandom-fanatix @spoiled-bat13 @alinahdee @mrsalwayswrite

[junnieverse]

— TAEHYUN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend taehyun thoughts

pairings: kang taehyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff

request: " Hello <3. Kang Taehyun as boyfriend ? Don't overwork yourself pls "

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

a/n: hi anon, thanks for this request and cute message, make sure you follow it too. this got much longer than I intended but we all need some tae in our lives, what an angel <3

he would be such a dreamy boyfriend

but then again this just may be me projecting but who wouldn't be completely smitten over taehyun

he's smart, funny, kind, talented, stunning and the best of all, he can cook!

definitely the type of boyfriend to prefer stay in dates because he wants to cook for and/or with you

gatekeeps how he does his magic tricks but he shows you a few of the easy ones he knows

all of his FULLY shirtless pictures he takes go straight to you and then he crops them to post for fans (sobs hysterically)

taehyun remembers every little thing and detail about you that you've told him, he's like a (y/n)-pedia, sometimes he even remembers things that you forgot

massages

just thinking about it has me screaming into a pillow swinging my feet

taehyun will give you a massage whenever and wherever you need one

was slouching the entire day studying? he's going to massage your back and shoulders

had to walk in heels the entire day? not only will he carry sneakers or flat shoes for you but he will also give you a piggy back ride and then massage the tension away in your feet

where do I order my own kang taehyun?

not overly affectionate in the sense of giving especially in public but he loves receiving it from you

hug him, cuddle with him, kiss him all over, doesn't admit it much but he loves it

if he's not holding your hand then his arm is around your waist

he loves head scratches :((

so whenever he sees you relaxing he'll join you and lay his head on your lap and your hand automatically plays with his hair

definition of 'ask and you shall receive'

if you ever so mention something you've been wanting or you thought it looked cute, best believe he is going to get it for you even if you didn't actively ask for it

tyun is very much dominant and a provider sort of man in my opinion, in that aspect of wanting to take care of you and get you whatever you want

all he wants in return is your love, he will do everything else to shower you with his love in every way that he can

he almost never actually gets mad at you

he does that cute little thing where he puffs out his chest and has his hands on his waist and playfully scolds you acting all serious

because you find it so cute, you end up laughing and he breaks character

but in the rare cases where he is upset or you both do fight, he is definitely the type to talk it out because neither of you can go to sleep angry

if you do try to leave angry at him and tell him you're sleeping on the couch, well best believe he will sleep on that couch with you

if you both have similar music tastes then there's definitely multiple shared playlists you have and you always recommend new songs the other should listen to

girlfriend privileges are real

let's you win during play fights and when you catch on he lies claiming you won fair and square so you get bragging rights that you're stronger than him

oh new txt album and songs coming out? you've heard them even before they were released

he will carry your shopping bags, all you have to do is buy whatever you want to your heart's content and he will carry everything and pay for it too

he always goes out his way to show his love to you with big and small gestures but he brushes it off like it's nothing

bf who listens and maybe the s/o who talks alot trope?

genuinely such a great listener and support system

he makes sure to listen to all your vents or just be a shoulder to cry on when you're feeling down

quite sentimental with the gifts he picks out for you so it'll often times be something that holds a certain memory or it just reminds him of you

"Just saw this and picked it up along the way." he would say as if it were nothing special

despite seeming tough around everyone else, that is your squishy marshmallow

tyun gets so soft around you

his favourite way of kissing you would be cupping your face in his hands before he leans in to kiss you

the most obvious one, the best girlfriend privilege of dating kang taehyun, he sings to you all the time

[writerracha]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ on the run — lee know x female reader

↻ 4.9k :: best friends to lovers :: cw. auditory voyeurism. dirty talk. fingering. oral sex (f and m receiving). soft deepthroat and throat fucking. use of "angel" nickname. unprotected sex. claiming. marking. creampie.

you have been accused of a crime you didn't commit. you have to run away, and your best friend minho comes with you. you're on the road, away from all you've ever known. but you are not alone. minho is here, and there are things you need to tell each other. noisy motel room neighbors might help you do just that.

↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

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You’ve been running for so long. 

Out of breath, out of hope. You wonder if, one day, all of this will stop. Falsely accused, framed by someone you thought loved you. You were sure you were done for, that you would have to spend the better part of your life in jail for a crime you didn’t commit - but then Minho had taken your hand and taken you away. 

He hadn’t hesitated. He just told you to get in the car, and when you did, he drove away. From your hometown, from everything both of you have always known. Now you are halfway across the country, with nothing to your name, just a car and some money. 

You don’t understand why he did it. Why he came with you. Minho was not involved in this, not in the slightest - yet he just left everything behind to stay with you. I don’t want you to be alone, he told you when you asked him why he helped you. I could never leave you on your own. Minho was your friend, your best friend. You met in high school and never let each other go. But he didn’t have to do this. Sacrifice his entire life, risk it all, and for what? Maybe you would get caught. Maybe the truth would come out. Maybe not. For now Minho kept telling you to look and move forward. Even when you felt your heart would tumble out from between your lips, even when the fear was so cold you thought you would die, Minho’s voice soothed you. It will be okay, Y/N. I will always be with you. 

You were on the road a lot at first. Avoiding people, putting as much distance between you and your hometown as you could. Minho had fortunately thought to take some cash out before you left, so you had funds. It would not last very long, but it would have to do. Then you would figure it out. 

The motel room is cold, so you slide your legs under the covers to keep warm. You decided to stop for the night and get some actual rest. You did not do it all the time to save cash. Most nights you would sleep at intervals, the other one driving while the other closed their eyes. But it was more exhausting than anything, so Minho had insisted on sleeping in actual beds for once. The motel was a dingy place off the highway, but it was better than nothing, and at least, here, no one would ask questions. 

You rest your head against your knees, watching the television without really seeing it. Your thoughts are restless, trying to figure out a way out of this - if not for you, then at least for Minho. Your best friend did not deserve to throw his life away for you. Especially not because your ex boyfriend, that piece of garbage, had been so angry at you breaking up with him he framed you for something he did. Why did people believe him? 

A sigh escapes your lips as the door of the room opens on Minho. His hoodie is drawn on his head, his hair tucked away. You feel relief to see him - the room felt cold and threatening without him. You’ve never been good at being alone, and it’s even worse now. 

“Hey,” he tells you, giving you a smile as he removes his sneakers. “How did the shower feel?” 

“Really good,” you chuckle. “Did you find everything?” 

He nods, placing the plastic bag on the bed. 

“I found you a paler shade, but they didn’t have much for me. I had to get purple.” 

“Purple?” you repeat, surprised. 

“Let’s hope it suits me,” he grins with a shrug. 

You take out the two boxes of hair dye from the bag, eyeing them. It was Minho’s idea to transform yourselves a little bit, just in case. All of it felt so much like a game you sometimes forgot it was real. But it was. 

Minho’s feet make no noise against the carpet of the room. He sits on the opposite bed and you glance at him. He removed his hood, his soft brown hair disheveled on his head. He has dark eyes under his eyes, and you know his exhaustion mirrors yours. You feel a pang of guilt in your stomach, but you know what he will say if you say it out loud. I’m not leaving you alone. 

“Thanks for getting this,” you tell him.

He nods towards the drugstore plastic bag. “Got us a few things to eat, too. Nothing fancy, but…” 

“It’s great. I’m not too hungry, though.” 

“Me neither. It’s so cold here.” 

“I know, right? I tried to fix the heater, but I’m pretty sure it’s broken.” 

Minho shuffles towards the appliance and toys with it for a minute. You try to watch the television, but instead your eyes are focused on him. His dark hoodie, his faded jeans, his white socks. The frown on his face and the slight pout of his lips that he gets when he’s focused. Minho is the best friend you’ve ever had. You know him well - and him, you. You’ve gone through heartbreaks, defeats, joys, and countless other things together. But this? This is changing you. Both of you. 

And even if you feel awful about dragging him into this, you are glad he’s here. 

You wouldn’t want it to be anybody else. 

After some time, Minho clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Nothing we can do with this…” 

“It’s fine, Min,” you say. “We’ll warm up some other way.” 

He gives you a long look and you realize what it could infer. You blush slightly. 

“I just mean, we could share a bed. Share the warmth.” 

He gives you a nod, his eyes looking soft in the dim light of the room. “Okay.” 

You tap the space next to you playfully. With an amused chuckle, Minho comes to sit next to you, tucking his legs under the sheets. The bed is not that big, so even if there is some space between you, it doesn’t feel like it. You are not shy about it - you’ve slept in the same bed numerous times, you’ve even cuddled before. But this still feels new, in a way. It feels odd. 

It feels like you and Minho are the only people left in the world. 

You watch the television, your head falling against his shoulder. He leans towards you so you’re more comfortable, his hand ending up on your leg - above the comforter. With him next to you, the both of you bundled up in hoodies, you feel much less cold. Neither of you talk. Neither of you move, either. You just breathe and let the sound of the television lull you to sleep. 

Except you do not want to sleep. Except you like Minho’s warmth a little bit too much, except he smells so much like himself you feel like drowning in delight. Except you desperately want to slide your fingers in between his, except you want to push your legs against his, except you wonder how his neck would feel under your lips. You have to admit it - you want him. 

You have for a while. It started even before all of this - random thoughts crossing your mind about kissing your best friend, about letting him treat you right like he always said guys should do. When he took your hand and ran away with you, your mind was too occupied with the mess to think about him like that, but now that the adrenaline is dying down, that this odd routine is settling him, you find yourself thinking about it again. Minho. Your best friend. Your everything. 

Your heart aches when you think about what he did for you.

What he still does every day for you.

How he smiles at you, how he looks at you. 

For now you just enjoy the moment of quiet, letting your body relax, your thoughts wander off. You are sure you are going to fall asleep right there when a noise attracts your attention. You frown, trying to listen more attentively. It’s coming from the room next to yours - thumps on the wall, voices talking. 

It quickly becomes obvious what is going on. The thumping becomes regular, and the voices turn into moans. It’s not too loud, but you can still hear it above the television. You feel yourself blush, wondering if Minho is hearing it too. You’re torn between laughing and pretending like you’re not hearing it. But as the moans grow louder, and the banging of what sounds like a headboard against the wall fastening, you can’t pretend. 

Minho is the first to laugh. You snort, the both of you falling into giggles. 

“Someone is having fun,” he says. 

“Clearly, yeah,” you laugh. 

Minho raises the volume of the television a little bit, and it muffles the sound, but you can still hear it well. You try to ignore it, but a part of you can’t help but listen. It really does sound like they are having fun. The girl is vocal, and from what you can hear, the guy is too, telling her things you can’t quite make out. She’s moaning a lot. 

You try really hard not to be turned on by the sounds, but you can’t help it. Maybe it’s because you haven’t had sex in a while - but there is something so lewd about just sitting there while other people are having sex next door. The girl’s moans are full of pleasure, and from the rhythm of the thumping, the guy is pounding into her at a fast pace.

You breathe out slowly, suddenly feeling very warm next to Minho. With a quick glance you confirm he is still staring at the television, looking entranced by what is happening on the screen. Either he doesn’t care about what he’s hearing or he’s good at ignoring it. 

The hand he has on your leg has gone very still. 

You bite your lip hard, trying to resist the urge to push your thighs together. You can feel yourself getting wet at the sounds, your imagination running wild. What position are they in? Are they lovers, or is it just a hook-up? You can’t help but think of being in her place, hands pinned to the mattress, a cock buried deep inside you, Minho breathing in your neck…

You snap back to reality. Minho? No, no. You can’t think about him that way, not now, not when he’s lying next to you in bed, warm and soft. 

Miraculously you are able to keep yourself in check. Only a few minutes later, the woman cries out particularly loud and then everything goes silent. You guess they are done - either they are going to sleep or they are leaving. Either way, you can finally breathe again, and it looks like Minho is relieved too. 

“I think I’m going to sleep,” you tell him in a low voice. “You can keep watching tv if you want, I don’t mind.” 

“I’m exhausted, too, don’t worry,” Minho smiles, looking at you. His cheeks are a little red, you notice. “I’ll just run to the bathroom and join you.” 

You nod, replacing the pillows on the mattress as he closes the television and disappears in the small bathroom. You hear the tap water, so you guess he’s brushing his teeth - you settle comfortably under the sheets, closing your eyes. You’re so tired, your body sore, your mind heavy, surely sleep will come easily. 

Except it doesn’t - because all you can think about are those sounds. 

Instinctively your hand reaches between your legs, finding their way inside your leggings to your underwear. You push two fingers against your aching core. The fabric of your panties is a little wet, and you guess that if you were to touch yourself underneath, you’d find your folds soaked. The pressure feels too good, so you keep it there for a few seconds, a soft sigh escaping your lips. 

Those moans. Those sighs. What if someone loved you like that? Made you feel good like that? Lips against your skin, maybe a mouth against your cunt, a tongue sucking in your clit, your fingers tugging at Minho’s hair… 

Fuck! 

You nearly cum at the thought, but at the same time the bathroom door opens and Minho comes back towards the bed. You remove your hand from between your legs, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. Fortunately it is dark enough for him not to see you, and he slides back into his spot next to yours. The mattress shifts under his weight, but you do not move, your head buried on the pillow. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

“Goodnight, Min.” 

You’re not sure how much time has passed. Maybe minutes, maybe hours. You can’t find sleep, unable to toss and turn in the bed because you are scared to wake up Minho. At some point you find yourself drifting off, but you startle back awake. 

The moans have started again. 

Clearly the pair next door has not left, because they are back at it. You let out an audible sigh and Minho, next to you, laughs a little. 

“I guess we’re not sleeping,” he says. 

“I guess not.” 

You both lay down, facing the ceiling. The moans aren’t too loud for now, but you can imagine it’s only a matter of time before they get as intense as earlier. 

“You remember my ex, the law student?” Minho asks, all of a sudden. 

You frown, turning your head towards him. “Yeah, why?” 

“She was so loud, too,” he tells you. “Even worse than that.” 

Surprise flashes in your eyes but you can’t help chuckle. “Really?” 

“Oh, yeah. I guess when I told her I like it when my partners are vocal, she took it to heart. But like, way too much. And it sounded so fake.” 

You are glad that the room is plunged in darkness because you can feel your cheeks heat up. You and Minho have talked about sex before - you’ve even shared intimate details, but for some reason it feels different now. Maybe because minutes before you were touching yourself to the thought of him.

“Wow,” you laugh. “That’s like the opposite of my ex. He didn’t make any sound and he didn’t like it when I did…” 

Minho sighs. “What a dick, honestly.” 

“I got used to it,” you shrug. 

“He never treated you right,” Minho insists. “You have such a pretty voice, too. I’d never tell you not to make noise.” 

You feel your chest tightening, your mouth going dry. Now that your eyes are adjusted to the darkness you can see Minho pretty well, and now he’s looking flustered, blinking rapidly. 

“I - I mean… L-like I said, I just…” 

“Minho,” you whisper, interrupting him.

Your heart is beating so fast you feel like you’ll be sick, but you can’t hold it back. Especially not with the moans coming from the other room, with the warmth between your legs, with what he has just told you. I’d never tell you not to make noise. You just need to know. You need to know. 

Maybe the dark is giving you courage. Maybe it’s everything Minho does for you. Maybe it’s the way his eyes shine, so close to yours.

“Why did you come with me?” you finally ask, your voice just a whisper. 

He blinks, looking at you with wide, deep eyes. “I…” 

For a second you think he will say the same thing he always does. A part of you wants to hear it again, because you could never get tired of it, and because you know it is true - but another part of you wants to hear something else. You don’t even know if it’s possible. If it’s something he feels. But you have to try. You have to know. 

Minho takes a deep breath. “Because I love you.” 

You feel like bursting into tears because it’s all you ever wanted to hear. You grasp at the covers, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. 

“Please tell me you feel the same,” Minho adds, hopefully, desperately. 

“I love you,” you breathe out. “Of course I love you.” 

And it’s the simplest thing. Minho reaches for you as you reach for him, your lips meeting halfway, bodies tumbling in a sweet embrace. He pulls you close, holding you in his arms, his kiss feverish, desperate, relieved, hungry. His lips dance with yours, one of his hands  holding your head. You wrap your arms around him, not wasting a second to close the distance between your bodies. His chest is firm, and as your hips meet his, you realize he’s a little hard, just like you’re wet. 

The moans continue in the next room but you barely notice them. All you can hear is the sound of Minho’s breathing, his mouth on yours. You sigh as he pulls up one of your legs over his pelvis, making you straddle him. You lay down over him, not an inch between your bodies, your lips still meeting. He kisses you firmly and deeply, his hands all over your body, feeling your waist, your legs, your ass. You remove his t-shirt. You arch your back. 

“I love you, Minho,” you keep repeating. 

“I love you,” he answers every time. 

He pushes his tongue on your lips so you open your mouth to let him in. It’s wet and warm and it sends your mind reeling. You feel drunk, you feel dizzy, and Minho kisses you so well it’s like the rest of the world fades. 

“I love you so much,” he breathes. “Fuck, you’re everything to me… Everything I want.” 

“Minho,” you sigh. “Put your hands on me, please.” 

He nods, kissing you again, his hands discovering your body. He takes one of your tits in his hand, massaging it slowly, and you roll your hips against him. He’s getting harder, his cock almost flush with your wetness, and you feel your walls throb with the craving of him. You moan against his touch, and he rolls you on your back again, towering over you. 

“Y/N,” he whispers, looking you in the eyes. 

“Hm?” 

“Please make all the noise you want,” he says. 

You smile, playing with his hair. “I promise, as long as you do, too.” 

With a grin he leans down to kiss you again, removing your shirt. You’re not wearing a bra, so he goes down to kiss your tits, swirling your tongue around your hard nipples, making you moan. Minho hums appreciatively.

“You sound so lovely,” he says. “I could never not want to hear you…” 

“Keep talking to me,” you tell him, your fingers in his air as he plays with your breasts, kissing them, licking them, teasing them. “Please keep telling me things.” 

“I promise, my angel. I promise.” 

Minho trails his tongue down your stomach, pushing your sweatpants down, leaving you in just your underwear. He looks down at you, placing two fingers against your clit, above the fabric. He starts to draw soft circles, making you shiver. 

“F-fuck, Minho…” 

“You’re so wet, angel. Is it because of our neighbors?” 

You bite your lip. “A little,” you say, although it’s hard to speak as Minho keeps stroking your wetness. “But also - also… You…”

“Me?” he asks, finally pulling down your panties to reveal your slicked folds. 

“I could only t-think of you… Hearing them…” 

“You imagined it was me making you moan like that? Fucking you deep into the motel bed? Is that what you would like, my angel?” 

You nod, Minho’s breath feeling warm against your cunt, his agile fingers exploring your folds. He spreads your legs, holding your legs apart. “Y-yes…” 

“I’ll do my best,” he smiles. “I just want to spend some time down here before I fuck you… I’ve wanted to treat you right for so long… I want to make you cum, is that all right?” 

As he asks, he pushes two fingers inside of you, and you let out a shuddering moan. 

“Tell me,” he says softly.

“Y-yes, Minho, please! Make me cum!” 

“Fuck, just hearing you say that, I could cum on the spot.” 

But he doesn’t - instead he leans into you, his mouth covering your wetness. His tongue swirls around your clit, collecting your slick, and you can’t help but moan uncontrollably. He makes you feel so good, so loved. His lips kissing you, his tongue everywhere, pushing and teasing. He moves his fingers inside of you at the same time, curving them into your sweet spots, and you grasp at the sheets, lost in your pleasure. 

“Fuck, yes, keep moaning for me, angel,” he breathes. “Don’t hold back.” 

You couldn’t if you wanted to - Minho is too good at what he does, like he already knows everything that makes you go crazy. His rhythm accelerates, then slows down, his mouth deliciously eating your cunt. You can’t think anymore, one of your hands is lost in his soft hair. Your moans accompany the ones from next door, combined with the wet sounds of Minho’s tongue and fingers around your drenched pussy. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry out. “Minho, I’m…” 

He doesn’t say anything, just accelerates exactly what he was doing, and your orgasm flashes through you. Minho keeps licking your cunt until you stop shaking, and then slowly makes his way up your body, placing wet kisses on your skin. You don’t think you’ve ever moaned this loud in your life, and as you start to come down your high, you feel a little embarrassed. 

When he kisses your lips, tasting of you, you open your eyes. Even in the dark you can see that his mouth is a little swollen, still wet with your juices. 

“S-sorry…” you whimper. 

He frowns, stroking your hair. “Why are you sorry?” 

“Was I too loud?” 

He smiles, cupping your cheeks. “You could never be too loud. I just hope it was good for you.” 

“Are you kidding?” you chuckle. “That was the best orgasm of my life.” 

Minho laughs, and your heart swells at the sight of his teeth, the shape of his eyes. He is so beautiful. And he loves you. With a sudden surge of love you bounce upwards, kissing him deeply, and you want to touch him everywhere. Minho lets your hands roam over his body, and you quickly reach his boxers, where you find his hard cock. You palm it over the fabric and it twitches a little. Minho grunts. 

“You still want this?” he asks. 

You nod. “I want you. All of you.” 

He answers with a kiss, and helps you get rid of his boxers, his cock springing free. You stroke with one hand, the other pushing him down the bed. 

“Want to taste you, too,” you say, and you feel his breath shudder inside your mouth. 

Kneeling next to him, you kiss his stomach, his hips, his thighs - admiring at the same time the firm muscles of his body. Minho gathers your hair in his hand, holding it back from your face, breathing hard. 

You take his cock in your hand, kissing the tip, and you hear him grunt. You’re glad he doesn’t hold back making noise, just like he promised. You glance at him as you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly. Minho looks back at you, his eyes glassy, his mouth parted. You keep your eyes on each other as you go down his cock, taking all you can of him, and when you almost reach down he throws his head backwards in pleasure. 

“F-fuck, Y/N!” he growls. “You’re taking me whole… S-such a warm mouth…” 

You hum around his cock, starting to bob your head up and down, sucking him. Your tongue works too, teasing and licking him. Minho moans, the sound filling the room and your heart, and it’s so alluring you have to press two fingers against your cunt. 

“Don’t stop,” Minho breathes. “Don’t stop, take it deeper… Just a little more - fuck, yes! Right there.” 

He thrusts his hips a little as you keep sucking him. He feels big in your mouth, and you know your lips will be sore, but you don’t care. Making him feel this good is intoxicating, and you don’t want to stop. 

“My angel,” he moans. “Looking so pretty with my cock around her lips…” 

He keeps whispering things, and you can’t help but moan alongside him, touching yourself at the same time. You could cum like this again, with Minho’s cock between your lips, his fingers pulling your hair softly. But after another minute, he strokes your cheek. 

“Come back to me, angel,” he whispers. “I don’t want to cum like this.” 

You are eager for his lips again so you do not insist, and Minho wraps you into an embrace, kissing you softly. He is warm, so warm - your bodies are a little sweaty, eager for each other. 

When he stops, you frown. “Is everything all right?” 

“They stopped,” he says, and you realize he is right. 

The room next door has gone silent again. You chuckle, but at the moment, you don’t really care. Neither does Minho, because he shrugs and kisses you again. He lays you down on the mattress again, holding your legs apart, his cock teasing your entrance. 

“I don’t have -” he looks at you.

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I don’t mind. I want you to fuck me like that.” 

He growls, leaning into your ear. The tip of his cock enters your hole, but he doesn’t go further, just feeling it there. You whimper for more, but Minho is busy kissing your neck and your ear. 

“I love hearing you say lewd stuff like that,” he chuckles. “It’s really hot.” 

“I like hearing you say it too,” you admit, kissing his shoulder. “Tell me something… Something you never thought you would say aloud.” 

A flash appears in his eyes, and he smiles. He kisses you, and whispers it against your lips. 

“I want to fuck you raw and mark you as mine,” he breathes. “Fill your sweet cunt with my cum and fuck it again, deep inside of you. Claim you. Keep you with me forever.” 

Your cunt tightens so much at the words you are sure Minho will feel it - and from the way his hips thrust forward, he might have. 

“I’m yours,” you whisper. “I’m yours, yours, yours.” 

Minho pushes deeper inside of you with every word until he bottoms out, stretching you, filling you. You moan his name again and again as he starts to fuck you, his hips gently meeting yours at first, letting you get used to him. 

“Mine,” he repeats. “Mine, as much as I’m yours.” 

You nod as his movements start getting sharper, slamming into you, his cock reaching deep inside of you. You can hear the wet sounds of your cunt around his dick and it makes you dizzy. 

“Tell me I’m yours,” Minho breathes, pumping his cock into you. 

“You’re mine,” you say, digging your fingers into his back. Your nails mark him, and they must hurt him, but Minho only moans louder. “Mine, mine.” 

He fucks you into the mattress, his hands holding your waist, your legs spread apart for him. After some time he lifts your ass a little, holding your legs up around him, and with this angle he reaches even deeper inside of you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” 

You moan with him, your voices and breathing mixing together. You are so close to cumming, clenching his cock hard, coating it with your juices. 

“Minho, fuck! I’m cumming!” you cry out. 

Your climax rushes through you. Minho follows a second after, pushing as deep inside of you as he can. You can feel the warm spurts of white cum filling you, his cock throbbing, and when he is done he keeps fucking you for a minute. 

“My angel… mine,” he whispers. 

When both of your bodies start to untense, Minho removes himself from you, stroking your cunt with his fingers. He gathers some of your juices mixed with his cum, and brings it to your lips. You stare up at him and lick his fingers clean. He stares at you with a soft smile, tenderness spilling out of his eyes. 

He falls back on the mattress next to you, as spent as you are. 

“That was the hottest sex of my life,” he breathes. 

“Me too,” you chuckle, turning just to wrap an arm around his chest. 

He plays with your hair, kisses the top of your hair. “You know I meant it, right?” 

“What?” 

“Everything I said. I love you so much, Y/N.” 

You look up at him, feeling your heart swell in your chest. “I know. Me too, Min. I love you. You’re mine. I want to stay with you forever.” 

He smiles. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” 

You stay like that for a minute, just breathing, until Minho squeezes your hand, helping you up on your feet. He wants to help you clean up and feel good before you go to sleep. Holding your hand, he guides you towards the bathroom. Only then do you realize something and laugh.

“If we could hear them so well… Do you think our neighbors heard us?” 

Minho laughs. “Definitely.” 

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[gyu-vinnie]

138, 150, 179 and 199 with gunwookie pls 😩✊

“fuck, i love you so much”/ “you’re all mine”-“hm…”-“say it”-“i’m all yours”/ “i want to fuck you so bad”/ “i want to make a mess of you”

i’m getting major insecure gunwook vibes from this 😼

okay, so maybe pranking gyuvin was a bad idea. just maybe…

okay it was a terrible idea. you and taerae wanted to tease him and be your usual silly selves. what you didn’t know was that gunwook was already not in the best headspace since he woke up. all because of some stupid dream he had the night before where someone took you away from him. he kept telling himself that would never happen, that you love him too much. and well, he was technically right.

unfortunately, you and taerae had no clue about this dream. when he came into practice, the first thing he saw was your head resting on taeraes shoulder and he swears he heard his heart shatter. upon making eye contact with you, he stormed out the room making you and taerae share a glance and start giggling to yourselves that the plan succeeded.

spoiler alert, it didn’t. not even 30 seconds later matthew storms into the room. “y/n, why did i just see gunwook speed walking down the hall in tears?”

the second you heard him say that you stood up. “which way did he go?” matthew shrugged and pointed left. “it looked like he was going towards the bathroom or something.”

you quickly thanked him and started running towards the bathroom. you could hear sniffing, and it broke you heart. “wookie? are you in here?” you asked while making it towards the bigger stall, seeing his sneakers you bought him and recognizing him instantly. “baby, can you let me in?”

you heard shuffling and the door unlocked, when the stall door opened you were met with the sight of a puffy faced, red eyed, swollen lipped gunwook. your eyes instantly widen and you went in the stall, closing the door behind you and locking it.

you turned to face him and one look at his face again made you hug him instantly. “shit, gunwook, im so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you cry. me and taerae were just trying to mess with you.”

you cupped his face, wiping his tear stained cheeks. he didnt say anything, just kinda stared at you. your first thought was that he was mad at you, but his face was emotionless. if he was mad, atleast you’d be able to tell. he looked deep in thought.

“i want to fuck you so bad.” he mutters, it being barely audible. your eyes widened and you frozen. “h-huh?” he moved your hands from his cheeks and pinned them above your head, pushing you against one of the walls.

“you heard me, i want to make a mess of you.” as you back hit the wall you looked up at him with wide eyes. “would that make you feel better?” he nodded and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, leaving soft pecks all the way down. “just give me 10 minutes…10 minutes and i’ll be fine.”

so that’s what you did, you gave him 10 minutes. well, technically you two are at the 12 minute mark but who’s counting? surely not you at this moment. your are eyes rolled to the back of you head as gunwook pounds into you with his head hung low. the only sounds being able to be heard is the filthy sound of skin slapping, the squelching noise, your muffled moans that are barely audible with gunwooks big hand over your mouth, and the small words he’s whispering as he fucking into you, a single tear still rolling down his face.

“fuck, i love you so much. so so much” me mutters into your ear. though honestly it’s going in one ear and out the other with how fucked out you are. “your all mine, okay?”

you slowly started to come back to your senses as gunwooks thrusts start to get sloppier and your own orgasm approaching quickly. “hmm…” you moan out, he moved his hand from your mouth and started thrust faster, sending you over the edge as you cum on his cock. “say it…say your mine”, he upped his head so he could see you. “i’m all yours”

and the second the words slipped from your mouth, he came. whispering small praises to you and pulling out. “l-let me help you clean” he says shakily as he grabs the toilet tissue and starts wiping.

when you went back in the studio, it was as if nothing happened.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s4 episode 2 thoughts

ah, this episode! i have heard it is very scary. so i’m curious to see how creepy it can be. usually what gets me the most is body horror, at least so far. 

i’m really not a horror fan so i’m interested to see if this will push my limits or just be kinda silly. remember that evil AI in like s1 episode 8? and when it was unplugged it said “noooo, brad :(“ or something like that? yeah that one just made me giggle lol

(author's note after seeing the episode: what...)

(additional author's note: read to the end to see why i think this episode might be actually about the civil war's long-term consequences)

how far we have progressed since then! 

let us begin!!!

we open with a storm and some scary music. pretty intense for the first few seconds. oh, now someone is giving birth. it is very dark and hard to see but it appears these individuals do not look like your average fellow off the street.

GAG! slurping noises are produced as the baby emerges. birth counts as body horror btw i do NOT make the rules. EUGH the umbilical cord…

(sorry y’all pls take no offense to those who have or desire children someday... it’s just something that makes me feel dizzy to watch but i support your dreams and choices i promise 🙏)

okay, but the baby is crying so that’s usually a good sign right? like better than a quiet baby, i think.

but a bunch of people are leaving after the delivery and i thought they would stick around to do things like look at the baby and see if it is healthy and stuff. but no. they’re leaving. where are they going...

they’re digging a hole?????? WHAT DA HELL. BABY IN THE HOLE??!!!!!! while someone cries terribly. OMG the grief…

WHAT THE HELL???

what have i gotten myself into……

intro time. always gonna think about that tweet regarding scully’s glamour shot on her ID. anyway just in case you forgot the truth IS out there.

so we see some kids in a place called home, pennsylvania, and they’re playing baseball. you know how children are, with their baseball. it’s as serious to them as a senator running a reelection campaign. 

kid knocks the ball over the fence, and onto the property of “the peacocks”. the kids will NOT go get the ball, and instead find a spare. seems they prepared for this, or could maybe find a place that isn’t next to a very scary house to play ball, but i understand spacial constraints.

OH???? the kid is digging his foot in to go swing and…. BLOODY PUDDLE???? THIS MUST BE THE BABY FROM BEFORE????

he backs away as we see a tiny hand in the dirt. that poor kid omfg he must have been traumatized… and his sneakers were so bright and white…..

cutscene to mulder in the field after all the kids have fled! ah, mulder loves his baseball. in fact, he even sniffs it. he’s practicing his pitching LMAOOOO please be serious for FIVE minutes. 

scully is measuring the hole while he does all this. in fact, he is not stopping. it just keeps going while she talks about the angle of the shovel.

she makes some quip about quitting the FBI and becoming a spokesperson for the ab roller, when he SHOVES THE BALL UNDER HER NOSE and says “smell that” THIS MAN IS SUUUUUCH A WEIRDO I LOVE HIM

“it’s perfume. eau de ball” (stupid little mulder smile)

very strong juxtaposition between baby death and a daydreaming mulder, but that is the sort of thing we have come to expect from this show. he seems enchanted.

WAIT! he’s talking about his sister… “all-day pickup games out on the Vineyard” and going down to the beach… no cell phones or faxes… oh man, this baseball has him talking about his family :(

“mulder, if you had to do without a cell phone for two minutes, you’d lapse into catatonic schizophrenia” <- WELL GET HIM! it is true. he is always making calls and then abruptly hanging up.

feels weird to be smiling like a fool at my screen as these two talk about their lives after seeing the opening scene... but here we are!

“scully, you don’t know me as well as you think you do. you know my work demands that i live in a big city, but if i had to settle down, build a home, it’d be a place like this” 

OHHHHH MY GOSH

1. he has though about settling down and having a life outside of his work, and this is such a character reveal, and i know he wants like a small army of children, and

2. i just KNOW those words are gonna come back and bite him when this place is revealed to be some sort of cult

she says it would be like living in mayberry which i had to google BUT: it is the town from the andy griffith show. ah, i see. so very quaint.

someone pulls up to see them and i paused at just the right time to see that mulder’s shirt is very baggy and living up to my URL, which is good because sometimes i worry it’s a bit TOO niche, but i made it after watching 4 episodes so i’m too attached to change it now. meanwhile, scully’s coat is wonderfully sleek and it’s a fun little contrast.

this is sheriff taylor, who says this is a very small town, and there are no real suspects. mulder asks about the peacocks next door, and the sheriff goes… quiet. apparently three boys lived there, and their parents were hurt in an accident. the sheriff and his team tried to administer care to the parents, but the boys took the bodies home??? that’s. odd.

so these peacocks have no electricity, grow their own food, and… are inbred. the sheriff says they are feeble and sad, and wouldn’t have any idea what they are talking about. which just makes me think they are the prime suspects.

the sheriff is saying that he loves his town, it is quiet and peaceful, and he knew someday it would change when something terrible happened. when he saw “it” in the ground, he knew that day had come. he seems convinced it’s an outsider but also he is purposefully ignoring all the evidence in the other direction. and he wants their help, but he doesn’t want anything to change. 

(i see... this is about the terrible secrets of small towns and the wish to keep everything quiet and preserve an idyllic image rather than make meaningful change)

apparently they were recommended to help out when “the victim” was described, so mulder says that maybe they should go take a look.

and whew, when they cut to a bundle of blankets next to some cans of spam (that look like they’re partially covered to hide the branding?) it’s a lot. it's a lot to handle, for me, emotionally, but i guess that's a fairly normal reaction. the sheriff just pulled the baby right out of the fridge. we also meet a deputy named barney.

they shove poor scully in a tiny bathroom with just a sink in it to do her work, because they don’t want anyone else seeing the autopsy go down. the sheriff says they can’t do it in his office, because everyone knows he never locks his office door, and they’d start rumors. this whole small town thing is starting to seem quite oppressive.

mulder is also here in this tiny closet-like bathroom, and i can feel the claustrophobia from here. despite the lack of space, scully begins.

and she is taken aback, but not as much by the fact that it is a child but that said child “has been afflicted by every rare birth defect known to science”. mulder has his arm on the wall leaning in and watching in a way that is weird for the space.

we only see a few shots of the baby- thankfully, because i don't think i could handle seeing any more of it than we do- but it’s enough to make me go whew, shout-out to the props department for making something that looks like that, because that is how i cope with seeing things on this show that make me nearly faint

she is reciting the various things that this child has been born with, and mulder says that they can probably rule out murder, right? but scully says idk… it looks like it WAS murder, actually. dirt in the nose.

lord, they walk out after doing that and somehow don’t need to like, down some vodka or something to cope. 

“imagine all a woman’s hopes and dreams for her child, and then nature turns so cruel. what must a mother go through?” oh my gosh is scully gonna make me cry…

“apparent not much in this case, if she just threw it out in the trash”, says mulder, while they sit on a bench on he is manspreading like you would not believe. but i assume they are in a tough spot mentally so manspreading is permitted in this situation.

“i guess i was just projecting on myself”, she says, and oh my gosh does scully want kids someday…. stop i’ll cry!! i’ll cry. 

“well, just find yourself a man with a spotless genetic makeup and a really high tolerance for being second-guessed and start pumping out the little uber-Scullys” he says, rubbing her back.

and i can’t decide if this is funnier if he’s truly and deeply down terrible for her and suggesting subtly that HE could be that man, or if he’s just being a really good pal. so i’m gonna turn around both options in my head for a while and see which sticks.

“what about your family?” “hm? aside from the need for corrective lenses and a tendency to be abducted by extraterrestrials involved in an international governmental conspiracy, the mulder family passes genetic muster” (said with a celebratory flourish of his hands)

oh my gooooooosh i love them both so bad. he is SUCH a nerd. and his constant need to joke about the horrible things… even when they are approaching a serious topic, life ambitions and the desire to start a family, he has to go in there with some sarcasm to avoid getting Too Serious...

see? he has good genes. allegedly. go forth.

but he sobers up, points out that the child they had to just examine is a serious tragedy, and some likely very young parents are probably incredibly scared. but this isn’t really an FBI matter. 10 points to him for being serious for once.

she is brainstorming how such a thing could happen- “now, we all have a natural instinct to propagate” “do we?” <- ace mulder subtext i see you…

scully is convinced that the woman who gave birth to that child did it against her will, and mulder points out that kidnapping is a bureau matter… she seems determined to save someone caught in a horrible circumstance here, and i admire that about her, the sense of justice she has. she gets up to go investigate.

but he calls out: “hey scully- i never saw you as a mother before” <- OH MY GOD??? OH MY GOD. i can’t even begin to process that right now. oh my gosh it seems like he has wanted kids SO terribly… but scully never really brought the subject up, which is fine because not everyone wants kids!! but what does it say about her character if she DOES…? i am analyzing.

i hope she is happy someday with whatever she chooses. music is playing as he looks after her. do not for a second think i missed that little musical flourish and gaze combo.

so, they go to the peacock's farm. where they find a chopped off pig’s head on the steps. it doesn’t seem to bother them at all, which must be a testament to the strength of bureau training.

mulder tries to do his usual “enter first and ask questions later” thing, but scully STOPS HIM, saying there is no probable cause.

WHAT!!! for once they did NOT JUST BURST IN!!??? their random entering of places is one of my favorite running gags and for once they didn’t. oh she is serious about this one…

so they just peek inside instead…. and then they get their guns and go inside after seeing a table covered in blood. oh…. the scissors from before…. yes, bloody table = probable cause

there is blood everywhere, and the footprint from the crime scene matches the footprint in blood on the floor. AND they find a bloody shovel. well!!! we know who did it now!!! but… where are they??

it is soooo dark and creepy as they make their way through the house. and someone is WATCHING THEM THE DARK as they investigate. BLEUGH we get an extreme closeup on their eyes…….

i am spooked.

now scully is on the phone with sheriff taylor, who is describing the warrants for the arrest of the peacocks he put out, while mulder slams a TV in their hotel room, trying to get it to work. typical mulder behavior

(i bet they felt a need to incorporate some silly moments to lighten out the heavy heavy heavy content, and honestly i didn't think it would work, but for me it kinda is. don't get me wrong, it's still VERY heavy, but it's not start to finish just trauma like we got in calusari, which stands out to me as being the darkest and least fun episode in the series so far. but let mulder sniff a baseball a little and smack a TV and our agents talk about having a family and it is slightly less overwhelming in terms of tone)

and she brings up the white cadillac they found there but he says get a lot of abandoned cars. damn, who is abandoning a cadillac...

what is this sheriff hiding…?

he pulls out his gun from a locked box, and seems deeply regretful. before he puts it back in the box… hmm…

back at the peacock farm. the brothers are packing what looks like clubs into the cadillac. and i notice how silent and scary the whole thing is… no music whatsoever.

meanwhile, mulder is doing a little dance to try and get the TV working, which scully is smiling at him in a way that implies long term affection and exhaustion. i want to get those gifs and save them upon my blog forever and ever.

he’s trying to watch the knicks game, but as she heads out, he says “goodnight mom”, and she looks… uncomfortable. i mean, it’s a weird thing to say, but still. he says a lot of weird things and she doesn’t always look sort of… hmm. idk, the only phrase that comes to mind is “cut to the quick”. i WILL be analyzing that.

she tries to leave and the lock is broken, so he places a chair underneath, which might do something but like… probably not a ton.

anyway, back to the cadillac, where the brothers are pulling out while listening to music. where are they going….

sheriff taylor is up late at night, “taking one last look around before it all changes”. oh, he loves his town… but it is rotten, like mulder says. AND HIS WIFE DOESN’T LOCK THE DOOR AS THEY COME IN!!! NOOOO!

the brothers are on the move, while scully sleeps and mulder watches a fuzzy documentary on hyenas?? okay. king behavior.

but back at the sheriff’s house, he can hear the brothers approaching, and pulling into his yard. oh no…. he looks out the window and the brothers aren’t there. so did they already get in…?

he’s going for the gun, he says, and they enter his house. and he’s got a baseball bat, but where is the gun! they have clubs! like the kind the bad guys in zelda use!!! they look very very dangerous!

he hears them approach as his wife is under the bed……… and he swings his bat at the intruder, but he is barreled right over, it’s three on one, and they beat him RIGHT AS HIS WIFE SEES THE WHOLE THING FROM UNDER THE BED. and they sniff and sniff and FIND HER UNDER THERE????????

what the fuck. who came up with this…….. that song is still playing as they get in their car and leave. i'm sure the song also has some significance to the meaning of what these guys are doing but tbh i have never heard it before so it's hard to unpack.

the deputy is at the scene of the crime the next day, smoking a cigarette, hands shaking in terror. he had come over to give the sheriff a report… and found them that way.

so the owner of the cadillac was found in baltimore, she had left it behind after running out of gas. this is not a lead in the slightest.

mulder is investigating the scene while scully pulls out files from the crime lab, and it is. well, it is very bad, to put it bluntly. the crime scene is horrific. 

she says that the crime scene messed up the tests on the infant… but mulder proposes that… perhaps each of the brothers were the father? she talks about how babies are made and how that makes no sense, but he proposes that generations of inbreeding could maybe make such a mutation. but she says that isn’t possible, they’d need a female family member and there aren’t any left. hmm...

scully wants to try and trail them right now and go save whoever it was that was forced to give birth, but mulder points out that they are outnumbered and could further endanger the victim. what to do…? i don’t know the answer. 

oh! the deputy barges in and says he’ll take them up there so it’s three against three. and they have guns, which should give them the advantage. okay. shoutout to the deputy.

mulder seems suspicious however, and says his suddenly entry was a bit “too chuck bronson for me”. so yeah, i had to google that too. this chuck fellow is the guy from machine gun-kelly. and NOT that sleazy rapper one. the more you know.

scully is confused, though, because why would they kill the sheriff? he didn’t even investigate them. unless they somehow overheard them talking about issuing the arrest warrants while in their house… and they are operating under the assumption that the brothers were not in the house when they were…. but we know that someone was in hiding!!!

OH! back to the house. one of the brothers declares he is hungry. we finally get a semi-decent look at them, and they are incredibly gruesome. someone is under the bed still…. 

and when they declare that they are “ready”, they strip down. they knew this day- and change- was coming, and all they can do is be ready for it. this is our home. and this is the way it’s gonna stay. 

again, i ask, who came up with this……

the deputy and our agents are on the property, now. deputy wants to come in from the front and let them take the back. a brave thing to offer, but i am slightly suspicious of him. they have wired headsets on and bullet proof vests on, and he is going in.

so they’re approaching- scully and mulder in the field, the deputy out in front. scully is peeking through binoculars but she doesn’t see anyone inside!!! it has to be a trap!!!!

OH MY GOSH!!! just as scully tells the deputy to not go in, he opens the door and an AXE SWINGS DOWN AND CHOPS HIS HEAD OFF!!!!!

i am sorry for being suspicious of you, deputy. may you rest in peace.

mulder’s reciting his facts from the hyena documentary. they are witnessing something akin to prehistoric humanity. but he has an idea: divert them out of the house, so they don't have to deal with their traps. it is a good idea.

so they are sneaking into the pig pen, which had to be a pain to shoot. “scully, would you think less of me as a man if i told you i was kind of excited right now?” he asks as they try to get the pigs in a line to topple like dominoes or something???

“is there some secret farmer trick to getting these things moving?” “i don’t know!” lmaooo these city slickers...

they’re shoving pigs straight out the gate, and she’s trying to say some magic pig words from babe, which her nephew apparently watches all day. you know what that means...

! SCULLY LORE REVEAL ! she has a nephew!

but there are more pressing matters at hand than a lore reveal as one of the brothers emerges, falling for their piggy trap. we see them in daylight now, and it is an unsettling sight. 

as the brothers try to herd the pigs back in, the agents sneak in, with mulder picking up a giant log to poke open the door. and it is a good thing he did that, because a trap descends right on the log that surely would have beheaded him as it did the deputy if not for the log taking the axe/weapon thingy for him. thank you for your service, giant log.

they sneak in beneath the log and close the door as if nothing went down. scully is yelling to see if anyone is in the house. they’re doing a sweep in excellent coordination. mulder mumbles “oh no” and i’m scared but he just picks up a newspaper that says elvis is dead and frowns 😭 his ass cannot be serious for more than five minutes 

but something approaches!!!! they enter the bedroom and see photos of generations and generations of this family, with varying conditions. and at this moment mulder notices that someone is under the bed!!

he’s trying to say that they’re here to help, but whoever is down there is screaming, screaming at them to go away. so scully tries to move the bed, but she’s strapped to a board underneath the bed, and they pull her out and…. oh my gosh, she has no limbs, i think? it’s dark and hard to tell. they keep her under the bed..........

mulder says they’re going to get her home, but after a glance at the pictures on the wall, scully says that she already IS home. it’s mrs. peacock. the mother of the family that they thought died in the car accident!!!!!!

she is sobbing and they roll her back under the bed, with mulder having a horrific look on his face, unable to process what he just saw. 

mulder is back on the prowl to find the other brothers. and he tasks scully with trying to convince mrs. peacock that she is the only one who can get “her boys” out of here without them being hurt. a mighty task, indeed.

she walks away, and he says “scully, w-watch your step” and he’s worried about her and i want to cry. oh!! we see a trip wire……….

so scully goes back to mrs. peacock, explaining that she needs medical attention, and the agents are here to help. she says that this is their home- why leave it? she has to see if the boys are okay. 

and she lost her limbs in the accident that killed her husband. “sewed me up just like the family learned in the war of northern aggression” OH! so that is an WILD thing to say in pennsylvania. but it was at this point i thought i was putting the pieces together for an extended metaphor...

but she insists she felt no pain, and that no one in the family does. and they’re such good boys. scully points out they murdered three people, and mrs. peacock says she can tell scully has no children, but maybe someday she’ll learn the pride and the love “when you know your boy will do anything for his mother”

well i think you probably just made her swear that off forever!!! so!!!!!

the brothers see mulder in the window, and they start to run in. and as he holds one at gun point, another tries to bash in his head, so scully shoots him. but this isn’t enough to take him down! and the other one joins in on their attack, so it’s two against one tag teaming mulder!!! oh my gosh scully can you use your perfect aim???

yes, she can, but despite emptying the whole clip, they aren’t hurt!!! 

they’re running and running and dodging a whole lot of terrible blows, and scully yells out that she has the mother! she trips over the wire and one of the traps falls RIGHT into one of the brothers, seemingly finally taking him out.

she notices marks on the floor, and when they go back for mrs. peacock, they can’t find the other brother or the mother.

so they put out an APB for them, saying that in time, they’ll catch them. but he counters with “i think time already caught them, scully”

cutscene to the cadillac- where mrs. peacock says that “sherman and george were good boys”- SHERMAN? a union name? edmund, sherman, and george… 

it ends with mrs. peacock saying that there will be more peacocks, and they have to find a new home, make a new family to be proud of. she is in the trunk of the car while she says this.

okay so first thoughts: WHAT THE FUCK.

this episode definitely lived up to its horrific reputation. but i can’t figure out exactly what it is it MEANS!

beyond exploring the horrific topics of generational abuse, i feel that there is something a bit deeper going on here. i actually felt so compelled to see if i was imagining things that i went on the wikipedia page for the episode, which spoke of its themes on the american dream and the nuclear family. those themes i see for sure- how mulder was talking about settling down in a place like this, so quaint and quiet, how they started discussing their own desire for a family, and how every idyllic thought about what a family could be was upended on its head with the peacocks. that made sense to me. but...

that line- “the war of northern aggression”- was what the confederates called the american civil war to justify their rebellion. this is notable for the fact that this whole episode took place in pennsylvania, which was a union state- but somehow, they got so twisted up in their own hatred that they’re parroting the lost cause ideology over a century after the war.

the repeated motifs of “things being the way they are in a small town, in our town, in our home”- is that a symbol for the festering of post-civil war wounds? the inability for the war to make meaningful change when it came to the attitudes of the people on the losing side, who continue- even to this day- to spew their hateful ideology? the inbreeding metaphor- is that a representation of how hate begets hate begets hate, generation after generation, compounding and corrupting by the lack of intervention from outsiders who are too afraid to change “the way things are” and call out harmful behavior? and the newspaper from elvis’s death… is that another allusion to the family (or perhaps certain parts of the country) living entirely in the past, in addition to their lack of electricity and water, just stewing in their own hatred? even the name- home- reminds me of the “house divided cannot stand” rhetoric. is this talking about the rot of "back in the good ol' days" thinking?

or if not a metaphor for the country, and instead just the horror of abuse? of how people can feel that things are the way that they are, and so that makes it correct, no matter what the cost? about how warped perceptions of family can be made and shaped? and the fact that mrs. peacock went along with all of this, despite being the biggest victim of the family... is that to speak on the twisted nature of gender roles and how they are weaponized in familial abuse?

i have to clarify that i am not an expert on abuse in the slightest; i am just trying to work through the themes of what i just saw. you know how it is on this blog; i do my best to interpret the big issues, but also recognize that i can only see and comment upon so much.

i'm really, really curious to hear how you interpreted the episode, though. or how audiences have understood it in the past, or if it has ever been re-evaluated. what did the cast and crew have to say on it? i want to know.

man. this is gonna really make me ponder. i want to know. it was too purposeful to just be a “wouldn’t it be fucked up if…” sort of situation.

regardless of the terror, i actually thought this episode was pretty good. it felt cohesive, not just a sideshow of horrible things to make you feel shocked. and we learned more about our characters- their ambitions in life, the possibility of a family someday dangling over their heads, and the terror associated with everything that could go wrong. i think there is always some fear about starting a family (i wouldn't know, but i do read books and stuff), and for scully to just now vocalize her thoughts on the subject and to immediately see this case- i can only imagine what it did to her thought process.

i thought the more light-hearted elements were working at the beginning- mulder's TV dance, baseball time, the merits of their genetics, family talk- worked well at first. but by the end it was just... damn. that was a lot. maybe that is the indication of a successful episode, that it can take you along heavy subject matter with a sense of character analysis and horror, but end with just terror.

i'm not a horror fan outside of this show, so the balancing of the heavy and the humor always baffles me a little bit. i don't know how other materials do it, so i can't really say if it could have been done better or worse. i think the important part though is that they don't turn the tragedy itself into the joke. it wasn't giving "point and laugh at the horrible peacock family!" it was finding humor in other situations, that ultimately still surrendered to the sober feeling of what humanity can do.

whew. this one is definitely gonna stick with me for a while, and i’ll need like 12 hours to formulate my thoughts into something comprehensible. but, you ask, did you like the episode?

yes! while i'm not sure i'd watch it again for funsies, i thought our agents had to confront some inner demons while also learning a lot about them together and individually, which is exactly the thing i want in an episode. i think it brought them closer and they understand each other better, and i think we're getting into some real juicy parts of their relationship. i can't stop thinking about him rubbing her back- how terribly devoted they are to each other, regardless of if either of them can put that into words. those dynamics of devotion that go beyond words- it's so special to me.

and sure, i'll take the bait, and daydream about them living together... i am not above fan service in the slightest. it is me, the fan, who loves to be serviced.

but again. i'm spooked.

[yeonkiebaybee]

Place In Me | Chapter 1

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Summary: After much convincing, Aria’s friends finally convince her to go to the club they’ve been trying to drag her to for who knows how long at this point, resulting in her meeting someone who changes her life in many unexpected ways.

WC: 3,215

Tags/Warnings: Drinking/alcohol mentions, sexual stories/mentions, gun mention, it is mentioned that Aria is a Dancer If Ya Catch My Drift, swearing, mention of cheating

Authors note: hi!!! long time lurker, first fic!!! pls let me know if i missed anything in the tags!! post divider from @cafekitsune !!! hope you enjoy!! lmk if i need more warnings or anything!!!

Deep down, I knew going to the club my friend's had been begging me to go to was a terrible idea. I just never knew why.

    The cream colored camisole dress I was wearing made me feel good, yeah, but also so.. vulnerable. All my friends agreed it was my best dress and went 'beautifully' with my red hair, I just... felt funny. "It's just pre-clubbing nerves, babe," Aera shrugs. "I felt like that too my first time. But you'll love it there, I promise." She shares a glance with me through the mirror I was scrutinizing myself with and gave my shoulder a squeeze before heading over to the door to get her heels on.

    "Definitely wear sneakers or some shit, no one will care. Heels on your first night is hell." She calls from the doorway. "Got it," I chuckle, walking over to meet her in my entryway. I slip on my comfiest flats and make sure everything needed is in my little purse, giving Aera a thumbs up before she texts our other friends we were waiting on to come get us.

    "Oh, shit, Jackson and Nari already here," She laughs. She grabs a hold of my hand and we exit my apartment, me triple checking I lock the door behind me before following Aera down the stairs, anxiety seeping through to my fingertips. Aera holds the door open, letting me slide in first to the window behind Jackson. Aera gets in and sits in the middle, our thighs touching, even though we're not picking up anyone else. She squeezes my thigh before greeting everyone. I give them a small, "Hey," and Jackson starts driving. I don't pay too much attention to the conversation but I pick up on their excitement for this club, as it's apparently the best with the hottest people and the best security and the best drinks, and I can feel their enthusiasm pouring into me, perking me up.

    I join the conversation at some point, asking about some stories. Aera apparently had the 'absolute best dick of her life' and has since been trying to find him again since she forgot to ask for his name. Jackson met a really pretty guy named Jimin who he's been head over heels for since, and he's there every time Jackson decides to go, so he's convinced it's fate. Nari met a few guys, one she actually slept with which was a surprise, but she's hung up on this one girl she met last week who said she was going to be here tonight, which is like, half the reason we're all going anyway. The other reason is they're all convinced a good dick appointment will fix me, and if not that, at least a careless night of drinking and dancing could wash away a little of the despair I've been feeling after my breakup.

    "Maybe I'll find someone who won't cheat on me" I chuckle, pause, then shake my head. "Nah, that's asking too much from a guy at a club," I joke, everyone laughing with me. "Damn straight," Jackson agrees. "I may be simping for Jimin over here, but I know better than to expect anything real from him," He says lightheartedly. Behind his facade though, I can tell he's still a little hurt and I feel for him. I send him a knowing smile through the rear view and Aera and Nari take over the conversation.

    We're parking down the street in mere minutes and I feel my nerves start gearing up but I push them down this time, determined to have a good night. I follow my little group to the line and internally groan at the line ahead of us. "You guys really wait here forever for some drinks and hot people?" I ask. Jackson chuckles. "No, sweetheart, trust me. Give it a few minutes." I sigh and nod, Nari picking up conversation with me about school to pass the time while Jackson and Aera talk about their hunt for their men.

    And, as Jackson predicted, I hear an unfamiliar voice calling out for Jackson. I look over and see a handsome, slim guy with silver hair. He approaches and they give each other the up-down before sharing a short kiss. Jimin's eyes immediately land on me. "Oh, is this the sweet girl you were telling me about last time?" He looks at Jackson, he nods.

    "Figured she could come along this time. Cool with you?" My friend asks. Jimin nods and smiles at my friend, at our group, then directly at me. "Come with me," The silver haired siren beckons us and we all follow like loyal subjects. I can see why Jackson likes him. He definitely puts people in a trance, I could feel the pull. We walk up to the bouncer and without any question, we're let in. My eyes widen slightly but I'm distracted by the surprise, shock replacing it.

    The club is.. really fucking cool. Red and blue lights, some pinks ones here and there where I assume are the VIP areas, noticing the velvet ropes brightened by the pink. "Jimin's a VIP," Aera whispers to me, wiggling her eyebrows when I look up at her. "God damn, J knows how to pick 'em," I whisper back, earning a laugh. "Fuck yeah he does!" She grabs my hand and we go to grab drinks when Jimin stops us and tells us he can handle it. The girls and I raise our eyebrows at each other when his back is turned and we continue to follow him to one of the bigger VIP sections. Another security guard holds open the rope once he sees Jimin approaching and it makes me wonder what he does and just how often he's here.

    I'm startled from my thoughts by Aera's sharp gasp and a hard jab to my side. "Oh, what?!" I whisper harshly. She smirks at me. "He's here," She whispers back, nodding in the direction she's looking, gesturing for me to look without being too obvious and I do, and I can see what she meant by every description she gave us of him. His hair is slicked back and he's... in a suit? Weird, but okay. I take him in, feeling something flutter in my chest. When I look at his scar, I find him looking back at Aera— or.. me? I can't tell. It feels and looks like direct eye contact but there's no way I'm the one the really hot guy is smirking at. And I'm proven right when Aera struts up to him and his eyes leave mine to drink her in, blatantly checking her out and automatically slinking an arm around her waist. The little fire in me dies and I settle next to Nari, who's sitting next to one of the men but is searching for her girl while he's very clearly talking to her and very clearly interested in her. I chuckle to myself.

    "What was your name again, sweet girl?" Jimin calls out to me from across the lounge, grabbing everyone's attention. I feel my face turn red. "Aria!" I yell back, hoping he heard me over the music. He smiles and nods. "Nice to meet you, Aria!"

    And then a deep, unexpected voice speaks up. "Your name's really similar to Aera's." I look over and spot her playing with his hair while sitting on his lap, his arm around her waist but not paying her any mind. "Is that why you two are friends?" He asks, face neutral. I nod. "Yeah, actually. We sat next to each other on our first day of sophomore year, laughed at our names, and have been inseparable since," I chuckle, recalling the memory. He nods, keeping his gaze on me, practically neglecting my friend. I feel a burn of anger in my chest at him for treating her like that, but maybe that's just him, I conclude, since she does not seem to have a care in the world of what's going on around her.

    "Aria! What's your poison?" Jimin asks after pulling away from my friends' neck. "Just some Soju is fine," I shrug. He nods before getting up to ask a guy to get us drinks before sitting back down next to J, their attention solely on each other. The drinks arrive shortly and I call out a 'Thanks,' to Jimin that he waves off. As I sip on my drink, the other five men in the lounge catch my eye and I glance over each of them. They're all drinking and talking, definitely older than us, and they seem so.. serious. Like they're here for business. But I get no time to dwell on it when Nari and Aera pull me up and into the empty space between the lounge and the ropes for our favorite song. I'm not much of a dancer aside from my line of work but I let the alcohol I'd been sipping on win, letting myself be carefree. "If you girls want to take it to the dance floor, we'll let you back in when you're done," One of the men who's names I don't know tells us. I look to Jimin and he nods. "Go have fun!" He calls out.

    "You're the best, Jimin!" Aera smiles. "See you soon, Yoongi!"

    So that's his name, I think to myself. We get a couple waves goodbye while I get dragged onto the dance floor but we stay near the edge, no doubt that Aera wants to give Yoongi a show. I lose myself in my friends, in the music, in the alcohol, in the feeling of being finally single. I cheer with my friends when the next song happens to also be our favorite. In the middle of the song, Aera pulls me from behind to press against her front, our bodies moving to the music against each other.

    "You should show off some moves from work, you're getting a lot of stares, and those guys are hot!" Aera yells into my ear. Nari hears and nods, grinning mischievously at me. I giggle, Aera taking my hand and twirling me before wrapping her arms around my waist, making sure I'm facing the lounge while we keep dancing. "See for yourself, babygirl!"

    And there are definitely stares. A little too many of them. But the only one that catches my eye is Yoongi, and this time, I can tell it's me because when my face falls, I see the twitch of his lips curling into the most subtle smirk, the first real facial expression he's had since we came into the lounge. I almost freeze in place but Nari gets between us and grinds on me and I'm distracted again, laughing and joining in on her antics. I twirl Nari around and take her hand, pulling off a few moves from work that I showed her to try for her next shift at our club. She gets the hint and joins me and Aera cheers, making us laugh.

    We dance for a couple more songs before Aera decides she feels needy and we head back to the lounge but before we enter, Aera pulls me aside and signals for Nari to follow. "You know, Yoongi's been staring at you a lot tonight," She starts and my face falls. She laughs. "I'm not mad, babe. Honestly, I'm excited. Yeah, I've been looking for him, but you deserve a Yoongi experience. Why don't you go for it?" She smiles at me. Nari does as well. "Dude, Aria, if Aera is letting you take the best guy she's ever had, you need to fucking take that. Okay?"

    I chuckle nervously. "I don't know.. I really don't think he—"

    Aera cuts me off. "Yes, he would. You know what, I got you. Don't worry about it." She pats my head and Nari giggles excitedly. I sigh playfully and follow them back into the lounge but before I can take my previous seat, Aera takes my hand and we walk over to Yoongi. He raises an eyebrow at us.

    "Hey, Yoongi, I have to go to the bathroom, can you watch over this one? I promise she only bites when you ask," She smiles and I smack her arm playfully. "Aera!" I scold. Yoongi laughs.

    "Sure thing. Come here, sweetheart," He beckons and my heart skips. Aera giggles and waves us bye. I stay standing, looking out at Aera's back as she's leaving, not knowing what to do. Until he grabs my hand and pulls me down into his lap. I stumble a bit so I fix myself, straddling him. My eyes widen and I finally get an actual movement from his face as he smiles at me. "Hi, pretty girl. You having fun?"

    The pet name leaves me dumbfounded and I have the will myself not to let my jaw drop and I hope to whatever god is out there that he can't hear how hard my heart is beating. Unable to speak, I nod. It earns another low chuckle from him. "Good, good. Quite a show you put on over there. You dance?" I nod. "In the way I'm thinking or in a studio?"

    I swallow. "Both," I finally speak up.

    "Ahh, she speaks! There you are." He teases, leaning back, his hands moving from my own to my knees, resting them there. My heart rate spikes at the feeling, the warmth of his hands making me shiver. He notices and rubs circles with his thumbs onto my knees. "You nervous, sweetheart?" He asks. I chew nervously on my bottom lip, shaking my head 'no' despite the swell of anxious excitement coursing through me. "Good."

    We're interrupted by Aera's hands on my shoulders. "I need to take Nari home, she is gone," She laughs. "You good here?" And I look at her worried, both for Nari and myself. She smiles before turning to Yoongi. "You good to take her home, Yoongi?" He nods and smiles at her, then at me. I feel a chill run up my spine. Aera pats my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "You'll text me?" She stands back up when I nod and I get off of Yoongi, sitting next to him to watch them go, noting that Jimin and Jackson and a majority of the guys were gone, save for two others who seemed to be preoccupied with a serious topic. I feel Yoongi grab my legs and pull them onto his lap which makes me look at him again.

    "What else do you do?" He asks softly, the noise more muffled being at the very back. I shrug. "I go to school for writing, dance to pay off school. This is uh.. my first time out in a very long time." I look at his hands as I'm speaking, how they're resting on my shins, thumbs rubbing circles into my calves. He must really like doing that. Maybe it's his way of fidgeting. "Glad I let Jimin convince me to come tonight, then." He runs a hand through his hair, looking out at the club before looking back at me. "Wanna see something cool, pretty girl?"

    I feel my face grow red again and I nod, moving my legs off of him. He pats my knee before standing up holding his hand out for me and I take it, his hand keeping his grip on mine as he leads me through the back of the club. We stop at an elevator hidden behind an 'EMPLOYEE ONLY' door, and I wonder to myself how he knows about and has access to this. Once in the elevator, he presses the button to the top floor and leans against the wall, using our intertwined hands to pull me close and lays his free hand on my waist. "How come you haven't been out in so long?" He asks gently, his voice smooth. Hearing it without any extra noise does something to me.

    "I had a boyfriend." I state plainly.

    "But not anymore?"

    I shake my head, 'no'.

    "Why not?" He raises an eyebrow.

    "He.. cheated." I look away from him, unsure of why I told him and feeling a little embarrassed.

    "What a fucking loser," He scoffs. "You're a fucking knockout. He just couldn't control himself, love. I can tell just by fucking looking at you that it had nothing to do with you."

    My face grows red once more at his words and I look at him again. "I— thank you."

    He waves me off. "No need to thank me, sweetheart. It's just the truth."

    The doors open and he leads me down the empty, dim hallway to a door at the end and he opens it to reveal the roof. "Holy shit," I blurt out, the sudden gush of air waking me up a little. "How the hell do you have access to this?" I laugh, now leading the way to the edge, letting go of his hand. I lean over the concrete railing, looking down at the city below. "This is insane!!" I yell.

    I don't feel or hear him so I turn around only to find him incredibly close, approaching me. He spins me back around to face the city before wrapping his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder. "I have my ways," He mumbles. We stay silent for a while, enjoying the night. When the wind picks up I shiver and he straightens up.

    "I know a place where you can stay nice and warm, if you'd like," He whispers into my ear, hands rubbing my arms. He starts leaving slow, gentle kisses under my ear and I shiver again, unsure if it's because of him, the cold, or both. I feel my anxiety getting the best of me and I lean away from his touch.

    "I— I'm sorry.. I think I should go home, actually.." I sigh, looking at him to try to gauge his reaction. His face is unmoving. He nods. "That's okay, sweetheart. Want me to call you a cab?"

    My eyes widen a little. "Oh, that's incredibly sweet, but I'll be fine—"

    He shakes his head, waving me off again. "Nonsense, least I can do. Come on," He grabs my hand again, grip a little rough this time and leads me back down, not really looking at or touching me this time. My heart sinks. Was saying no a bad idea? His hand stays in mind as he leads me to the front door. "Vehicles a black Toyota highlander, drivers name is Wonsik. You'll be okay?" I nod and kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Yoongi. See you around?"

    He just smirks, holding the door open for me to leave. I wave bye and spot the car he mentioned immediately. I walk up to the passenger door and knock gently. The driver rolls it down. "Aria?" He asks. I nod. "Wonsik?" He nods. I smile and get in the back, telling him my address which is about twenty minutes from here.

    But when the turn for my street comes up, we keep going forward and I instantly feel sick. And then I hear the locks. And then I feel the gun pressed to the side of my head.

[kthecutest]

omgomgggggg can you pls!!!! write bf!jo x short!f!reader? lol everyone is short next to him smh

Yes of course!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

✿ Bf!Jo x Short!f!reader ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

Pairing ➳ Bf!Jo x short!f!reader Genre ➳ Purely fluff ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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This boy will deadass pretend he lost you for a minute with a monotone voice - “Eh- I wonder where did my girlfriend gone of to” when you’re right in front of him. You’d reply with a pout and a yell – “Yah! I’m right here! Excuse me!!” – “haha sorry didn’t see you there, you were just so short so you weren’t in my view range” And then you’d walk off sulking and mumbling angry little words as he chased after you laughing and trying to console you.

Leaves his clothes and outfits out in the living room, folded on the couch just so he could see you wear them. He claims it’s just because he’s too lazy to put them in his closet but you know it’s just an excuse. Why would your neat and organized boyfriend leave out his clothes randomly like this, not to mention they’re folded as if waiting for someone to take a pick readily.

You’re basically drowning in his clothes every time you put them on. His hoodies and shirts were like your dresses. So it was normal for you to just walk around the house with his only his shirt and a pair of shorts or panties. Not that he’s complaining, he loved it whenever you do that and that’s also why he would leave out his clothes for you to wear.

You’d sometimes ask your tall ass boyfriend to teach you how to play basketball since he was an expert at that. He’d teach you but secretly chuckles every time the ball would miss the hoop because you were too short to reach it. You’d be all sulky, speaking in a pouty tone – “yahhh! Stop laughing! ૮₍˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა“ If your aim was simply wrong, he would come behind you and help you aim right, giving you butterflies in your stomach in the process.

You would sometimes wear heels even though you didn’t prefer them. They were simply a pain in the ass but you didn’t wanna look so short beside your over 6ft boyfriend. He would chuckle at your efforts reassuring you that you looked fine the way you are – “you look even cuter when you’re short you know” which made you blush as you tapped his shoulder telling him to stop being a flirt. “I’m just stating the truth~” – he’d get on his knees, taking the heels off of your swollen feet and gently put on some slippers or sneakers after the walk back home, he’d let you lay down on the couch, as he put ointment on your swollen spots and massaged your feet, sulking and telling you not to wear heels next time.

Piggy back rides all the time. “Woah so this is how the view is up here huh” – you spoke in a teasing tone as you enjoyed clinging onto him. He’d laugh at your little comment holding you up tightly so you won’t fall – “enjoying the breeze up there?” Oh and it’s not just piggy back rides but the way he’d carry you bridal style so randomly too out of nowhere. Not that you hated it, in fact you loved it. “Feel like you’re gonna melt in my hands from how small you are hm” – “huhh? Excuse me then I’ll be getting off ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ“ He’d quickly hold you back up not allowing you to get off – “nuh uh where’d you think you’re going”

Are we not gonna talk about how you have to either jump up, tell him to bend down or use a stool, every time to kiss him. “I’m gonna break my neck just looking up at you like this” – “hey I’m gonna also break my back bending down to your height like this shortie” – another pouting section for you. He always teased you about your height but he secretly adored that about you too because you just looked so cute and petite to him. At one point you guys would reach a conclusion, where he’d pick you up every time you two were to kiss

[beplerblurbs]

hi, may i req leejeong + 16 n 35 ? pls n ty 🫶🏻

drunk cute l.jh

hi anon! this is a lovely combo will do <3

pairing: drunk!jeonghyeon x gn!reader

genre: fluff

w/c: 850

warnings: mentions of overdrinking, one swear word

a/n: i miss jh so much :/ COME HOME

you were staying in for the night, tired from work while your boyfriend, jeonghyeon, went out with his wakeonez trainees to eat a meal after confirming their debut.

when you heard him say it over call you were more than ecstatic and told him to let loose after the release all of the pressure he faced as a trainee and to enjoy his night out.

you started to rethink that wasn’t the best advice when you saw a sober munjung dragging your very drunk boyfriend to your front doorstep.

“hi y/n, he had a bit much haha,” munjung was panting and sweating in exhaustion by carrying his best friend’s dead weight, “oh my god, i’ll take care of him don’t worry, get home safe with your hyungs okay?”

he simply nods, bows and walks to the direction of his dorm. still catching his breath.

you tell jeonghyeon to take off his shoes so you can bring him in, suddenly, he jolts out of your arms and clings to the walls of the hallway entrance

“no!”

“why, whats wrong babe?”

“only my partner can touch me! not youuuuu!” he drags out, while pointing at you and leaning his face full of disgust.

he looks around the house, in search of someone.

“what did you do to my y/n!? you’re not them, you can’t call me babe”

you smile a little, realising what he’s saying.

he was too drunk to recognise you were his s/o and was being faithful when another person (you) tried to 'flirt' and touch him.

“okay jeonghyeon, i’m sorry, but you’re too drunk. can you take off your shoes for me?”

jeonghyeon looks at you with a pout, a mumbled okay is heard before he flops off his sneakers and attempts to walk into the hallway.

he miserably fails, stumbling because he’s seeing double of everything. thankfully you’re there to catch him and hold his hand to keep him steady.

seeing his own hand intertwined with yours he gasps, “ohh wait until y/n hears about this you’re gonna be in trouble~” he giggles before pausing.

“oh shit~ i’m gonna die too then.”

while he mourns his seemingly soon-to-be death, he’s in your guys’ washroom and sitting on the closed lid toilet.

“you won’t die babe, i am y/n” you pinch his cheek because of his silliness. he grabs your hand on his face.

“oh… that makes sense why you’re so pretty hehe,” he forces open your palm and rubs his face against it, making you soft inside.

“mm thank you babe, but lets clean you up.” you then proceed to wash off his makeup, make him brush his teeth, and get into a fresh pair of pjs.

throughout it all he's really clingy and lovey to you, as you wipe his makeup he hangs his arms around your waist, "mmm you're too sweet y/n., did you know that i realllllllly love you?" you give his lips a quick peck as an acknowledgement.

"i love you too, now lets get you changed"

while he changes, you get a glass of water with some painkillers to help with his hangover you'll have to take care of in the morning.

he comes out and as he's sobered up a bit he slumps himself to the bed and flops face first into his pillow.

you nudge him onto his back "get up, you need to drink this," you say handing him his medicine and water.

jeonghyeon takes the glass with both hands, he looks up at you with his signature puppy eyes. even drunk he knows how to make you the softest person.

"if i do can i have face kisses?" he giggles at his own request.

you chuckle, you've never seen jeonghyeon act so cute. you almost didn't want his drunken state to end, but you knew the hangover would come and be a pain. "of course babe," jeonghyeon shyly takes the pill and drinks it.

after he gulps it down, a closed-mouth smile grows on his face as he patiently waits for his kisses, you lean in close. giving small pecks to his forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and then every other spot on his face lacking attention.

"happy jeonghyeon?" he smiles widely and says a quick mmh of acknowledgement.

"okay, lay down and try to sleep," knowing his drunk patterns, he'll be out in a flash.

"okay~"

when you take his glass from him as he lays down, you try to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"y/n~ come back to bed~" he was groaning, complaining of your soon-to-be absence.

"i'll be quick, i promise" you put down the glass to pat his head before he grabs your arm and pulls you into bed. wrapping his arms around yours so you're stuck facing his sleepy drunk state. you're surprised he's able to maintain his strength while so inebriated.

"mmm no, i like being with you more," you groan but his grip can't let you escape, so you cave in for a while.

"why don't you cuddle teddy while i put the glass away?" you point at the teddy bear you got him for his birthday above your guys' head, leaning on the bedframe, lonely.

"no it's okay, you're my new pillow," you're face grows red, but jeonghyeon can't see it, he's falling asleep with your head in his chest and snuggling closer to you by any means.

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

Pls help this is very urgent, I don't feel comfortable nor feel safe going to either women or men's lockeroom can I like find some way around that like use the nurses bathroom or aomwthing??

Lee says:

When I was in high school, I brought my clothes with me and changed in the regular bathrooms instead of the open changing area in the gym locker room.

You may have to keep your PE clothing and sneakers in your locker room locker if you don’t have room for them in your normal hallway locker or backpack, which would mean you’d have to enter the locker room, get your items, and then leave.

So if you don’t think it’ll get you in trouble, just get your clothes from wherever they’re stored and then change in the nearest bathroom without even asking the teacher.

If your school has a gender neutral bathroom, you might have better luck changing in there, even if it’s a bit further away than the nearest gendered bathroom is.

But if you’re out as trans, you could explain that you’ll need privacy to your gym teacher, and ask them to be allowed to change elsewhere, like in the nurse’s office bathroom, and that way you can get informal permission to not change in the locker room and won’t be marked as late.

If you don’t want to out yourself, you can tell your teacher that you have anxiety about changing in the gendered locker rooms and not mention the trans thing at all.

If you don’t think your teacher would be open to making informal accommodations for you, or you asked your teacher and they said no, speak to the guidance councilor or whatever school official is in charge of creating formal accommodation plans and see if you’re able to persuade them.

Whether you reach out to a trusted teacher, school counselor, or administrator, explain your concerns about using the gender-specific locker rooms and express your need for a safe alternative. Make sure you explain why you feel unsafe in detail and provide any examples of incidents that would support your concerns. They're more likely to respond if it's presented as a safety issue (and you said it was!) instead of just a personal preference.

If you do go to the top and ask a school official, you an also ask if there are any single-occupancy staff restrooms that you could use. That isn't ideal for you or the school but you can always ask!

Sometimes, having a written request can make the process more formal and may be taken more seriously. It also provides a record of your request, so if you are talking to school officials get everything on paper or in email.

If your parents are supportive, they can back you up and write a note to help excuse you. When you speak with them about this issue, be clear about why the current situation is not working for you and what would make you feel safer because they might not realize how important it is to you.

If even a parent's note doesn't help, familiarize yourself with any non-discrimination policies your school or workplace may have. Many institutions in liberal-leaning have policies in place to accommodate individuals who do not feel comfortable in gender-specific spaces, so you may be able to point at a policy and get backup that way.

And depending on your location, there may be laws that protect your right to safe and comfortable accommodations. Knowing these can help when discussing your needs with officials.

It's also important to know if a law isn't in your favor because then you will have more success just doing it instead of asking because if the school gives you permission they may get in trouble so they might be trying to avoid that. Organizations like the ACLU or local LGBTQ+ advocacy groups can sometimes provide guidance or intervene in situations where individuals are being denied reasonable accommodations, but that can be hard to do if you have unsupportive parents.

Remember, your comfort and safety are paramount, and you have the right to access facilities where you feel secure. Don't hesitate to advocate for yourself, and seek out allies like other trans people at your school or members of the GSA club who can support you through this process. They may have experience with similar situations and can offer advice or advocate on your behalf.

If you have a supportive friend who will stand up for you and come to the bathroom with you or change together with you in the locker room, that can be a great way to plan for your safety until you're able to access alternative facilities. I would honestly consider that to be your first step to help you stay safe while you work everything out.

Finally, it's clear that situations like these can be stressful! Consider speaking with a school counselor (keeping in mind the requirements of mandated reporting) or a therapist for support.

Followers, any tips for anon?

[ludrii-shenanigins]

lud i cant copy it on mobile but answer all asks from that ask game pls

ALL QUESTIONS??? YOU MONSTER XDDDDDDD

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? tea cups, though wine glasses are fun too if you put other stuff than wine in it

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate 100%

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? neither xD

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? aither as the perfect student, or as the lazy problematic child, depending on whether or not my neurodivergency inconvenienced them

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? I don't drink soda lol

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? hmmm, pastel, tomboy, goth

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones 100%

8. movies or tv shows? Both. Both is good

9. favorite smell in the summer? sea

10. game you were best at in p.e.? uhh, none lmao, I was the worst in everything xD

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Pie of some sort (my mom makes them), or a yogurt

12. name of your favorite playlist? "songs" xDD

13. lanyard or key ring? key ring, lanyards are annoying

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? licorice <3

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? hmm, Spalovač mrtvol (a Czech book)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? changes constantly lol

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? crocs at home, sneakers outside if it's warm or boots if it's cold

18. ideal weather? 18-22°C, sunny, with a gentle breeze

19. sleeping position? on the side, hands crossed on my chest like I'm buried in a tomb

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? on my laptop

21. obsession from childhood? dinosaurs xD and collecting random crap

22. role model? none I can think of tbh

23. strange habits? Clicking my tongue randomly, growling when getting out of bed, baring my teeth at myself in the mirror for no reason, sniffing the air if I'm looking for something ..am I an animal? xD

24. favorite crystal? I guess amethyst, it ourple

25. first song you remember hearing? I don't remember a thing xD

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? hole up in my room and game or draw

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? hole up in my room and game or draw

28. five songs to describe you? Yes I'm a Mess Psycho Oh no! Masochism Tango The Code

29. best way to bond with you? hang out doing the most random crap lol

30. places that you find sacred? tops of mountains, graveyards, tombs, other planets

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? black dress with ouija board on it, chains, fingerless gloves, fishnets, metal claws

32. top five favorite vines? 1. "..and they were roommates" "Oh my god they were roommates" 2. "Two bros chillin' in a hot tub, five feet apart cuz they're not gay" 3. "Road work ahead? I sure hope it does" 4. "Even the babies are one of the most dangerous animals in the world, so I build this cage to keep them secure so there's no possible- oh my god" 5. Completely Giving Up, starring: Me, Me, Me, Me, and introducing Me

33. most used phrase in your phone? either "I don't remember" or "btw you're cute" lol

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Bobika

35. average time you fall asleep? around 22:30, though on the weekends it can go all the way up to 2:00 xD

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? I don't remember anything xD

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? both. both are good

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? both. both are good

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? hmm, a band of boys bought pink girl underwear and put it around the school xDDD

41. last person you texted? you Noodle lol

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? BOTH. BOTH IS GOOD

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? hoodie, leather jacket, jean jacket

44. favorite scent for soap? lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? sci-fi or fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? pajamas

47. favorite type of cheese? uhhhh, string cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? mandarin? brain said ananas though

49. what saying or quote do you live by? well, I don't live by it, but I try "Take it easy, but take it"

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I can't recall

51. current stresses? school exams, Christmas, school exams

52. favorite font? comic sans B]

53. what is the current state of your hands? dirty from drawing xD and dry

54. what did you learn from your first job? I never had a job

55. favorite fairy tale? About the 7 ravens

56. favorite tradition? hmm, I really don't know, sorry xD

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? finishing high school, reaching out to a therapist on my own, uhhhh surviving uni so far??

58. four talents you’re proud of having? drawing, poetry, making stuff from random crap like cardboard and wires, understanding computery stuff

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? "Anyhoo- " "I don't remember" "Sorry, I zoned out" "See ya later, alligator!"

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? something with powers and stuff

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? hmm I have the high ground

62. seven characters you relate to? William (Who's Lila?) Stolas (Helluva Boss) Hiccup (HTTYD) Ranboo (DSMP) Alphys (Undertale) Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars)

63. five songs that would play in your club? oughhh these song questions xD literally the same 5 as before lmao, although switch Yes I'm a mess for My way

64. favorite website from your childhood? uhh, Friv.com lol, gamez

65. any permanent scars? one on my knee

66. favorite flower(s)? allium, sunflower, lilac, rose, dandelion

67. good luck charms? a necklace from my girlfriend, a handmade bee from England (I wear it on my pants)

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? beer. HATE that stuff, never having another sip. Closely followed by dill

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? I got a lot of fun facts but with all of them I know how I learned them so xD

70. left or right handed? both handed lol

71. least favorite pattern? dots, I hate them for some reason, and vertical stripes

72. worst subject? P.E.

73. favorite weird flavor combo? cheese and chocolate

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 4 or 5

75. when did you lose your first tooth? When I was like uhhhh 7?? my first year in elementary school lol

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? baked I think

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? any and all, I love plants

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? I don't drink coffee so ig sushi it is xD

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? I don't have either so uh yeah lmao

80. earth tones or jewel tones? What language is this?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? Fireflies

82. pc or console? pc pc pc, but I love me some good PS2 gaming every now and then

83. writing or drawing? Drawinggg although I love writinggg although I love drawinggg although...

84. podcasts or talk radio? Neither, it distracts me xD

84. barbie or polly pocket? Huh? What's a polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology? Both. Both is good

86. cookies or cupcakes? BOTH. BOTH IS GOOD.

87. your greatest fear? That nobody cares about me and will end up leaving me behind when things get tough and I'll die alone and lonely

88. your greatest wish? Peace and love on planet Earth and end to capitalism. I just wanna live a nice life without the looming threat of not being able to pay rent and stuff

89. who would you put before everyone else? Either myself or my girlfriend

90. luckiest mistake? I don't remember xD

91. boxes or bags? BOXESSS *crawls into one*

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight is great but FAIRY LIGHTSSSS

93. nicknames? In kindergarten they called me a crybaby, in elementary school this one dude called me a "Makyman" which was a mix o superman and my name, in high school one of my friends called me midget (am smol ok), and rn one of my other friends calls me Moonling And my girlfriend calles me Birdie :}

94. favorite season? I'd say spring Not too cold, not too warm, flowers bloom and everything gets back to life..

95. favorite app on your phone? uhhh, my beloved camera I think. I love taking pictures

96. desktop background? Screenshot from Ori and the Blind Forest (Definitive Edition)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 1. My own xD and barely at that

98. favorite historical era? Dinosaurs!!!! Closely followed by Victorian era, and I also got a soft spot for 1920s

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this took way too long xDDD

[james-is-here]

Kai Finds Something Down Under

This is my first actually detailed smut, be kind 😅

Topics: Blowjob (K and BC receive), I don’t know what else to put, pls let me know if there’s something specific I missed pls.

Kai woke up feeling great, ready to learn from others' lead.

He promptly gets out of bed as soon as his alarm goes off, quickly making his bed. He can't help but smile slightly as he places his WolfChan plush and Dweakki on his pillow before checking his phone.

He's already receiving messages from a few others and his new manager, who informed him that a car would be arriving outside his dorm to pick him up.

Locking his phone, he grins to himself, still not believing the fact he’s in a group, a big group nonetheless so he’s also a little bit nervous.

As he enters his bedroom, he puts his phone down on the soft bedspread and walks towards the closet. He wants to dress to impress, but comfort is just as important to him. After giving it some thought, he decides to go for a trendy yet effortless look. He picks a pair of stylish bleach-spotted ripped jeans and pairs them with his favorite blue tie-dye shirt. To stay warm in the chilly weather, he adds a cozy baby blue hoodie and layers it with a sleek leather jacket. He takes a final glance in the mirror and feels confident that he looks great in his well-coordinated outfit.

He finishes off his outfit with a pair of blue high-top sneakers adorned with red flower embroidery, adding a pop of color to his look. After hopping off his bed, he reaches for his trusty cross-body bag, which is adorned with a WolfChan keychain. He carefully places his phone, charging pack, chapstick, and other essentials inside, including a small pill container for emergencies and a couple of fidget rings. He also takes great care to include his lucky (G)-idle Soyeon photocard, which he never leaves behind.

As his mind drifts away, a familiar tune emanates from his phone, indicating an incoming message. He glances at the screen and notices that it's from his manager, who kindly reminds him that he's patiently waiting in the car parked downstairs.

As he emerged from his room, he couldn't help but question himself, "Did it really take me a whole hour to get ready?" He quickly brushed off his self-doubt, waved goodbye to his fellow trainee in the dorm, and made his way downstairs towards the van that would take him to his destination.

"Hello, sir," Kai greeted the older gentleman. "Hey Kai, how do you feel? You got out here awfully quick," the gentleman replied. "Uh, a bit jittery and excited. To be honest, I'm scared as well," Kai confessed. "You'll be great. You look good too. This outfit style fits you well," the gentleman complimented. Kai blushed slightly and scratched his cheek. "Thank you, sir," he replied.

As Kai sat next to the manager, he couldn't help but feel nervous. The manager noticed Kai's trembling hands and decided to strike up a conversation to ease his nerves. He made small talk about the weather, the office, and other trivial topics while maintaining eye contact with Kai. Despite his anxiety, Kai appreciated the manager's effort and began to relax as they chatted.

Upon arriving at the building, the manager places a reassuring hand on Kai's shoulder and guides him inside with a smile.

They took an elevator to a couple of floors up, and then stopped in front of a door. "We will be meeting together in the dorm. The four guys who live here should be back soon from the company. I'm going to get the other four boys, and then you can finally meet them. Are you okay with that?" He asked as he unlocked the door. Kai let out a shuddery breath.

"Um, yeah, meeting my idols and inspirations makes me a bit nervous, but I think I'll be okay," stuttered Kai. The manager smiled and patted his head reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine. From what I've learned, you're just like them," he said with a nod before walking away.

Kai stepped hesitantly into the unlocked dorm and found it a bit messy, but not an eyesore.

He was instructed to wait, but being alone, he didn't know what to do with himself.

He sits awkwardly on the couch, panicking and holding his stomach, the nervous bubbles brewing inside making him sick, but he knows it's just anxiety and nervousness.

As he hears a thumping sound on the nearby wall, he jumps and turns towards it to ensure that he is just imagining things and there is no one present. He doesn't feel mentally and physically prepared to face any of them without the presence of the manager.

As he heard the sound again, he stood up slowly and cautiously walked to the end of the hall. He listened closely, wondering if the dorm wasn't empty and someone was present. His gut told him to ignore it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that one of the boys who lived there might need help. However, he didn't want to just barge into their room, and knocking felt awkward.

He reaches the center of the hallway and pauses, listening to a sound emanating from his left. He notices that one of the doors is ajar.

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist his curiosity, so he peeks through the slightly open door. The door opens to the right, revealing a wall and part of a closet.

Kai could hear two voices coming from inside the room, but he couldn't recognize who they were. He decided to ignore them and stay hidden. Suddenly, two figures appeared near the slightly open door, directly in front of Kai's sight. If they looked over, they would easily spot Kai.

He covered his mouth with his hand as his eyes widened and he trembled.

He now saw clearly that Bang Chan had pinned Lee Felix to the wall. Felix’s eyes were closed and his mouth opened wide as Chan was buried in the other's neck.

Kai observed the older male biting his neck and realized they weren't just kissing.

Kai was watching them fuck on the wall.

Kai blushed brightly and averted his gaze, moving away from the open door to stand against the wall. He kept his hand over his mouth, out of sight.

What the fuck just happened? Are they doing what he thinks he saw?

Felix was in the middle of a moan when he choked on a gasp as Chan bit him hard and stuttered, "Ah! H-Hyung, M-Manager-nim said he's bringing the..." Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a gasp. "T-The new guy here soon," he continued. Chan, who was listening patiently, replied, "Yes, that's exactly what he said. He mentioned that the new member would arrive shortly. So, let me finish what I started." it sounded like he was still kissing the younger's neck.

He stood still, gazing down at the floor in front of him, trembling but not taking a step.

Why are you not moving? You are not supposed to be here! You should not be listening to this!

Kai remained frozen as his eyes fixated on the keychain attached to his bag, the realization hitting him as hard as a bus.

Chan is fucking Felix…

Holy Shit, Chan is fucking Felix?!?!

His face turns red and he steps back in fear when the floor creaks beneath his feet.

“What was that?” He heard Felix whine, assuming Chan stopped moving.

“I don't know," he hears him mumble. Then he calls out, "Is someone there?

Kai's eyes were fixated on the rug lying in front of him. He felt a surge of panic rising within him and struggled to control his heavy breathing. His hand was still clasped over his mouth as if trying to hold back from making any noise. Despite his best efforts to calm down, his heart was pounding loudly in his chest, making it hard for him to think straight.

As he utters a shaky "Hello?", his body tenses up and his eyes dart around the room frantically. Gradually, he regains his composure and straightens up, taking a deep breath. A wave of relief washes over him as he realizes that Chan didn't peek out into the hallway to see him. His chest loosens up and he feels a sense of calm settling in.

He hears Felix release a muffled gasp. The dancer looking at Chan with wide eyes when he didn’t recognize the voice. “Who are you? When did you get here?”

To say the situation didn’t spur Chan on would be a lie as he moved slightly and Felix smacked him. “Uh… I-I’m MinLee Kai…Y-Your group's new member. U-Uh, Y-Your manager j-just dropped m-me off.”

A strangled moan melting into a gasp had Kai’s eyes widen. Are they still going? While I’m talking to them??

Chan smiled and dropped his head to Felix’s shoulder who wrapped his arms around the older male's neck tightly as spurts of cum get on both their abdomens and drip down his length.

Kai's voice trembled as he spoke, "A-Are you guys Okay?" His eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of movement. He realized he had made a mistake by using the phrase "you guys" when Chan was the only one who had spoken so far. He felt his heart race as he asked, "How do you know if there's someone else here?" Panic set in, and Kai's mind raced as he contemplated his next move. He knew he was in trouble and he had no idea what to do next.

“Come here.” “W-What?” “You saw, didn’t you?” “S-Saw what? I-I just got here.”

In the middle of their conversation, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the front door creaking open. Startled, he immediately turned around to investigate and noticed that the door to the room the two were in had been shut. The suddenness of the interruption left Kai feeling awkward. Did Chan seriously ask him to join?

“Kai? Oh, there you are. What are you doing down there?” The manager asks as Kai watches the other guys walk in. “U-Um, s-sorry, I was curious of what the rest of-of the place looked. I-I’m sorry if I over stepped.” Kai stuttered heavily and he saw what looked like a look of sympathy from Jisung.

“It’s okay. Come, let’s sit on the couch, I couldn’t find Chan and Felix though, you boys know where they are?” They shake their heads as Kai sits on the other long portion of the couch with the manager.

Suddenly both of them walk out from down the hall and Kai looks up from his hands, making eye contact with Chan before lookin at his hands.

He could see his eyes were still glossed over with a strong emotion as he sat closest to Kai, they sat in age order and Kai’s nervousness grew tenfold. He’s sitting with his inspiration but he also just saw Chan and Felix.

His mouth suddenly became dry and his breathing picked up. He was overwhelmed, thinking of everything and nothing, he was scared.

Even though eye contact with him was weird, he looked at Chan who wore an expression of concern. “Are you okay?” he saw his lips move and looked around to see the others expressions.

“W-Where’s the bathroom?” The manager placed a hand on his shoulder and pointed across from them. Kai got up and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door closed and leaning against it before sinking to sit on his heels.

He’s panicking, freaking out, nothing is processing, he’s overwhelmed.

A knock cuts through his thoughts and he hears Jisung. “Kai?” He inhales shakily and chokes out a reply. “I think I know what you’re going through and I’m sorry.” “W-Why are you a-apologizing?” “I-I just feel bad that you got to this point. I don’t know exactly what got you this way but it’s okay. I heard you know us so you should know we won’t hurt you, you know that right?”

Yeah, they were his comfort, the people he watched when he had a bad day, a bad practice, they cheered him up.

He stood up and opened the door, wiping his eyes and being greeted by a smiling Jisung who slowly opens his arms.

Kai shyly walks into them and hugs him back. His thoughts slow down and he relaxes into Jisung’s shoulder where his head sat. “I never thought I’d get a hug from any of you in my life.” He chuckles softly as he pulls back.

He walks back to sit next to the manager again, he looks at Chan, freezing slightly before apologizing. A barely noticeable wink from Chan before he said it was okay had Kai internally jump in his skin. He knows Kai thought as they carried on with getting to know Kai more.

—-

After introductions and Kai learning more about the boys, learning more than Stays have ever known, they realize they talked well into the night.

Although they have drivers, they didn’t want Kai to go alone, already grown to liking the male. They’ve learned he’s older than Changbin but younger than Minho.

He goes to go to the front door with the manager when he’s stopped. “Do you want to stay in one of our dorms? You’re fun to be around and I wanna know more about you.” Jisung asked as he held his arm.

“It’s okay, Kai. Do you want me to get clothes from your roommate or?” “No, I’m fine with my hoodie and jeans.” “Nonsense, I have extra sweats.” “Oh, I-I don’t…” He went to turn to Chan but he was already back to his room.

“Have a good night. Good night boys.” Variations of ‘good night sir’ came from the others when Chan came back.

“I-I appreciate the sweats but…” “What’s wrong?” “I-It’s embarrassing…” “Embarrassing?” “I-I’m… commando…under these…th-that’s w-why I denied the clothes, I thought it was inappropriate so I was just gonna deal with the jeans since w-we just met a-and I just feel awkward…uh, not wearing anything…with your clothes…”

After Kai’s embarrassing rant, all Chan does is smile before lowering the waist band of his own pants. “Just so you know cause you’ll learn at some point, most of us are commando when we’re dressed for sleep.” “I-I…th-that’s crazy to know now but I just feel wrong.”

Kai goes to push the sweats back to Chan but he insists. “It’s okay, I promise.” He says again and the blonde watches Chan give him a stern look but shocks Chan when the older sees that it didn’t work. Is Kai like him?

“Fine…Only cause my zipper is sharp...” he mutters and takes the clothing to the bathroom.

He does his business and puts the sweat pants on, a little bit jittery that he’s wearing his biases clothing. Inside his fanboying so hard and he’s honestly so happy to be given this opportunity.

He leaves the bathroom, asking where he can put his jeans before Chan once again offers and takes them to the laundry room then comes back out with a pillow a blanket.

“If it’s okay, you can sleep on the couch. Thought it might be awkward to suggest rooming with one of us.” Kai smiles and takes both objects and sets them next to him. “Thank you.”

Chan sat on his other side and stayed there. Even as the other members left for their rooms or the Maknae’s and Minho went to their dorm to go to bed.

Kai had laid down at some point with the pillow he was given and dozed off to a video on his phone.

He could still hear the tv and other noises as he imagined things in the void behind his eyelids.

His small dreams were interrupted when he heard whispering. “H-Hyung- Chan, No, he’s right there.” When did Felix come back? What were they doing?

“I swear he was there earlier with us, the only difference is that he’s next to us.” Chan said as he continued to kiss Felix’s neck and bring him closer. “That’s the problem. He shouldn’t know about us.” Us? Is it just them or all of them?

“He’ll find out eventually. Some of us can’t go five hours without needing some stimulation.” Chan mutters into the dancers neck. “Wanna know something?” “What now?” “Kai told me that he was commando under his jeans.” “Okay, and?” “He’s currently only wearing my sweats.” Chan smirks as he finally gets Felix in his lap and kisses his cheek.

“Really?” He asked curiously. “Yeah, why don’t you see for yourself.” “What?!” He whispered, staring at Chan in shock that he’d even suggest it. “Chan, you crazy?! He just got here.” Kai moves to lay on his back. He’s yelling at himself for even thinking about moving but honestly the thought has crossed his mind, I mean, come on…

Stray Kids is fucking attractive.

“Aw, look. He’s presenting himself.” “Cunt, he’s moving to get more comfortable. He’s asleep, idiot.” “Come on, Lix.” Chan kissed his cheek, his hands rubbing up his sides softly when footsteps were heard and Jisung appears, a little groggy. “If you do anything, be as quiet as possible.” “Of course, Sungie.” Chan says with a smile and the rapper nods, not completely coherent as he goes back to his room.

Jisung knows what’s going on?

He suddenly has the urge to jerk when he feels a hand at the hem of his hoodie and it gets raised up. Light fingers graze his toned stomach before going to his waistband. “That’s it, Lix.”

Felix huffs and gets off his lap, shoving him away as he giggles and watches the boy settle at a better angle to sit on his heels and hesitantly pull down the waist band and expose Kai who resisted the urge to react and continue to act asleep.

“H-He’s already half hard…” Felix mutters and reaches his finger up to drag it from the tip to the base, his dick twitching slightly.

“Go on, Felix. Have fun with the newbie.” Chan said in a smooth casual tone as he leaned back and watched him wrap a hand around Kai from over Felix’s shoulder and the younger took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before going over the slit and back to licking.

“That’s it, good Lixie.” Chan praised and got up behind Felix. Felix pulled off the tip and looked at his hand. “Shit, he’s big.” “How big?” “M-More than…all of us…Fuck.” “Really?” Chan asked shocked as he combed his hand through Felix’s hair.

Kai’s breath hitched when Felix went back on and further then his tip, trying to fit as much as he could. “Aw, look.” Felix didn’t pull off but looked up to see Kai’s chest rising and falling rapidly. Felix exhaled slowly through his nose before slowly sinking further down, a triumphant whine mixed with a moan escaping him when he managed to take all of Kai in and his nose reached his pelvis.

“Good Job, Lixie. Who would’ve thought you could still take a new cock.” He hums and rubs against the couch below him.

Felix adjusted a bit before finally moving his head up and down. Kai tried to be faking sleep a little longer before he let out a breathy grunt and opened his eyes, looking down at Felix before looking at Chan who smirked. “Look who’s awake.” “F-Fuck.” He sighs and puts his head back on the pillow. His hands twitching next to him before his right hand was grabbed by Chan and placed on Felix’s head.

“It’s okay.” Chan reassured and Kai pants slightly, staring at Chan for a moment before grunting, slowly moving to lean back on his left elbow and grip the dancers hair after combing his fingers though it to grab the long stands a pull him closer.

“Fuck…ing hell…I-I don’t know w-what’s ha-happening but a-as a fan, I-I’m freaking out, ah shit!” Felix has his eyes closed, enjoying the cock resting heavily on his tongue as he licks a vein before moving to the slit. “Why’s that?” Chan smirks as he moves Felix to his knees and removes his shorts before removing his own sweats.

“M-My b-bias wrecker is…” He’s cut off with a whine before he grips Felix’s hair tighter, pulling him impossibly closer. “Fuuck~ swallowing my dick, how else am I-I supposed to react?” He pants and almost falls backwards off his arm when Felix digs his nails into Kai’s legs, constricting his throat which squeezes around his tip.

“Who’s your bias?” Kai smirks, he voice suddenly a stark smoothness as he holds Felix’s head down and his eyes stare directly into Chan’s eyes. “Looks like he’s about to fuck the wrecker.”

Chan laughs and enters Felix, leaning over him and pushing his back down. “Usually your place is taken by one of the others but look at his throat.” Chan wraps a hand around Felix’s neck and can feel it bulging, his comment going unheard by Kai as he exhales sharply and throws his head back. “I can feel you through it.” He squeezes his neck slightly and Chan groans, feeling Kai’s dick a little more from the outside and the male can feel the squeeze on his end too.

“I-Is he the only one?” Kai asked and Felix was feeling dizzy. “Shit.” Felix whines and tightened his throat. “Does he always act like this when he’s ignored?” “Yeah, but someday you should feel how he reacts from this end. Maybe even tonight.” Kai moans quietly and throws his head back again. “And no, if you like his, just wait for Hyunjin’s.”

“Oh fuck.” Kai whimpers loudly over Chan speaking and holds Felix’s head from bobbing and shoots down his throat. “Take it, Lix. Don’t stop.” Chan said as he himself went faster, hitting all the right spots in Felix as he pulled off of Kai and rested his cheek on his thigh. “Ah~ Ah~ H-Hyung, G-Gonna- ngh~ Please, I wanna c-cum please.” Kai thought he was just asking in general before Chan gripped his hair and made Felix look at Kai.

His eyes were filled with tears and his face flushed red, Kai always thought his freckles were cute but add the lewd look on his face, his tongue hanging out and saliva all over his mouth almost had Kai wanting to cum again. “I don’t know, Kai. Should he cum?” Kai looked back up to the older male with a shocked expression. “You go dom, right?” He grinned and stopped thrusting into Felix who whines. “P-Please~ K-Kai…” Felix begs breathlessly and Kai can’t take it.

“Fuck…No, I kinda wanna see how long he can go.” Chan smiles and pulls out of Felix who whines, it almost sounding like he’d start crying. “No…” He weakly protests, in this state, Kai finds his accent even more attractive.

“Wanna know more about Lixie?” Kai thoughtlessly nods and Chan reached forward, a hand going to the front of his neck as he pulls him up to sit back on Chan lap. Kai has to be dreaming, there’s no way in hell that his favorite members of his favorite group are currently in front of him, Chan holding Felix up by his neck, both half naked, with Chan’s free hand resting on Felix’s hip and Felix’s hands were clinging to Chan’s wrists.

“Hell, never thought I’d be in this position.” Felix stayed staring at the ceiling while catching his breath, leaning his head back against the closest part of Chan near him which was his shoulder. “Like it?” “U-Uh, Y-yeah…Yeah, I actually do…” Kai panted and laid back down for a moment as his chest slowed down to a less rapid speed.

“Kai.” Chan muttered and the blonde looked up, moving back to one of his elbows as he pushes a hand through his hair. “Huh?” “Lix, why don’t you be a good kitty and ride Kai?” Chan whispered loud enough and Kai watched Felix shudder with a breathless moan.

Chan takes Kai’s hand a places it where his hand was, leaving Kai in charge of Felix now. Kai turns his wrist, making Felix follow as he sat up and had Felix sit with his back facing him. “Wow, you seem like a natural.” “A-Actually, I-I’m new to being a dom…none of my o-old partners were into it, although it was just two.”

“Well, you’re good. Got him in that position faster than i’ve ever seen.” “H-Hyungs~” Felix whines and Chan smirks. “Go ahead, Kai.” He said giddily as he stood up and moved in front of Felix. Kai rubbed the smaller males hips before guiding his tip to Felix’s hole before pulling him down slowly. “Put it all in, he can take it.” Chan said before noticing his hesitance and pushing on Felix’s shoulders to make him sink all the way down in one move. “Shit, Kai is so big~ Ah~”

Felix leaned back against Kai with a content sigh and laced his hands with Kai’s to bring his arms to wrap around him. “Lix, I know you are trying to get comfortable but I want your mouth, lean forward again.” He huffs and throws his head back against Kai’s shoulder before letting go of his arms slight before leaning forward and looking up at Chan. “Cun- mm!” Felix was about to cuss at him when suddenly Chan shut him up with his cock. “You and that word, I swear.” Chan said through gritted teeth and clenched his fist in Felix’s hair when he playful bit him slightly. “D-Did he just-“ “Bite me? Yeah, he’s a twerp.” Chan replied and started using his throat.

Felix moved his hands to rest on Kai’s thighs that are between his own spread legs and gripped them, he was told to ride, so he will.

At first he rocked back and forth, feeling as yet another dick shaped him and stuffed him full. Chan was about to remind Felix when Kai beat him to the reins. “I thought Chan-Hyung said to ride me?” He said as he grabbed Felix’s hips and started thrusting right into the sensitive numb inside him that made him see stars.

His moans where interrupted with every thrust from both ends. Kai grabs his arms to pull them behind him as leverage for each thrust he’d pull Felix closer, going impossibly deeper. Suddenly he’s being pushed further down onto Kai and the cock in his throat goes deeper as Chan leaned over him, surprising Kai when he looks up from watching Felix bounce and his dick disapearing each time to suddenly be kissing Chan.

They don’t fight one another, their power equal as they make out and the both of them swallow each others noises when Kai yelps in shock and pulls away to look down when Felix stopped bouncing and Kai’s cock was all the way inside him, Felix clenched at being ignored and treated like nothing but a fuck thing apparently as he too came and tried his hardest to keep moving for Chan to finally release down his throat.

Felix pulls off of Chan and also most falls forward before Kai noticed, letting go of his arms to wrap an arm around his chest and around his stomach to pull him back and onto his chest.

“Felix?” Kai looked over him, his eyes were fluttering and soft moans escaped him as his hips rocked back and forth. “Ah, don’t- Hey…” Kai stutters, suddenly sensitive as he watched Chan lean closer to Felix.

“Lixie, bubby, come back.” Chan gently moves Felix to close his legs, Kai spreading his so Felix’s legs could sit comfortably between them as they pulled Felix back to reality.

Kai rubbed gentle circles onto the males abs and stomach under Felix’s soiled shirt, his thumb of his other hand moved back and forth softly over his collarbone. “Lixie, you there? You know where you are?” He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before practically melting back into Kai and releases a moan before panting.

“F-Felix?” Kai asks and he hums, turning his head into Kai’s neck. “Where are you?” “H-Home…” “You know who your with?” “Chan and Kai-Hyung…” He says breathlessly as he whines and tried to cuddle closer to Kai before he whines when he moves wrong, Kai still nestled inside him.

“Can I touch you, Kai? To help?” Chan asked and Kai deadpans. “Are you really asking that?” “Touché.” He said as Kai helped lift Felix and Chan slowly helped Kai out of Felix.

“Hold on.” Chan said suddenly when just his tip remains and he grabs his underwear and runs to his room, returning immediately after with a plug and removing Kai completely only to replace him with the plug as Felix whines and finally was able to freely move to curl into Kai’s chest while he looks at Chan with a questioning look he didn’t know he was giving. “He likes to be full.” He said casually.

“I know you were told that you could take the couch but you can go to Felix’s room if you’d like. Seems like he’s gonna cling to you tonight.” Chan smiles and helps to gently put Felix’s underwear back on and replace his messy shirt with his hoodie.

Kai tried to stand Felix up to dress himself as well but his legs were weak as he immediately fell into Chan’s arms who smiled and kissed the top of his head while Kai got his sweats back on.

Kai took the younger from Chan and picked him up, situating his legs around him and he was about to leave when Chan put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around to kiss him again deeply, playfully biting his lip before laughing and smiling at Kai as he walks next door to the other dorm, Felix burrowing further into Kai’s neck at the cold hallway and tightening his arms around his neck and whining out incoherent words.

Surprisingly, the other dorm is unlocked and his concern was answered when he saw Minho on the couch. “Finally, I can go to sleep without leaving the door unlocked.” He mutter but smiles at Felix in Kai’s arms. “He okay?” “Yeah. Exhausted but he’s okay.” “Why was the door open and your out here?” “I knew Felix hadn’t come back yet and whenever he’s over there, one of them bring him back. Didn’t know it was gonna be you though.” He’s making it sound like Felix just fell asleep at the other dorm. Is it just Felix and Chan? Do the others not know?

“I’m gonna go put him in his room. Goodnight, Minho.” “Goodnight, Kai.”

He follows Minho to the bedrooms and turns into the room Minho pointed to and he heart flutters when he sees Felix’s room is almost exactly how he pictured it to be. He walks over to the bed and moved the blanket to put Felix under them but he holds onto the other. “Stay…” He mumbles softly. “I am a stay.” Kai chuckles but moves to lay with him nonetheless as Felix whines and pulls him closer, grumbling at the cheesy joke before clinging to Kai.

He has no idea what just happened and how he got to this point but he’s surprisingly not surprised. He’s a bit prideful that he’s the only Stay the got to seem them like that.

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Holy Shit, He fucked Felix and Kissed Chan…and saw them naked…Damn…

Yay, First One with the members done. Honestly really proud, i’ve never written such detailed smut before. I hope you like it.

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through the hourglass 95. brb x oc

a/n: hello. it's me.im here yet again POSTING because what do i have??? absolutely no control. Kinda short because my connection is shit uwu

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none, just fluff.

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She looked at herself in the mirror for the third time in ten minutes, tugging at her dress, fluffing her hair or just running her pinky on the edge of her lip to remove any invisible smudges from her skin. Smacking her lips just a few times for good measure…she couldn’t explain why she was nervous, well,maybe she could.

Maybe it was because she was going to see those people again when she promised herself she wouldn’t anymore. And she’d see her former bullies again - maybe this time they’d leave her alone though, so here’s hoping - and maybe figure out how the hell Lydia was her classmate.

That was something in her mind ever since she found out about it, she wasn’t able to talk to Hannah and ask her if she knew anything of the sort, but she also feared that Hannah was going to say that Lydia was another girl she bullied back then…that’d make sense because Beatrice didn’t know if there were others, in her mind it was only her.

She huffed out a breath, “It’s fine.” she rolls her shoulders, doing some laps in her bedroom to ease her mind, “It’s fine,I’m fine, it’s all fine.” she repeats as she runs from left to right around their bed, stretching her arms over her head only to interlace her hands on her nape, making little sounds to ease her anxiety and nervousness.

She’s so focused on that she doesn’t see Rooster by the door, nor the appreciative look that he gives her. It was a tight dress with a denim jacket on top and comfortable sneakers, casual and yet she managed to look amazing while wearing it. He just leans his shoulder against the doorframe, following the sway of her hips with his eyes, tilting his head this way and that. “Damn.” he says with a whistle, making her snap her head towards him, “Do you think they’ll have enough food there?”

“Huh?Why?”

“Because my wife is looking like a snack.” and that breaks the anxious thoughts, making her laugh and blush that lovely shade of red, “I swear, c’mere,” he grabs her hand and spins her around - Beatrice just laughs nervously - whistling once more, “Yeah,yeah you look so beautiful,gorgeous. You look so fuckin’ beautiful, it’s illegal.”

“Thank you Roos.”

“And yet you look worried.” he murmurs, kissing her knuckles and bringing her closer to his chest, “Why’s that?”

Beatrice sighs against his shirt - a button up that reached the middle of his pectorals with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows - “I…I don’t know. I shouldn’t be,I wanted this,Roos.”

“It’s okay to be nervous though. You’ll see…people I’ll clearly dislike the second I see them.”

Bea laughs again, weakly but glad he said that, “I know,Roos. It’s just my anxiety and whatnot…I’ll be fine.” she looks up at him, only to earn an eyebrow raise from her husband, “I swear,I swear I will.”

“You know we can leave after a few minutes.” he says, “I won’t mind it.”

Beatrice just smiles up at him, standing on her tiptoes to reach his chin, “I know, you are so sweet to me.” she whispers before kissing the tiny scars there, dragging her lips to his to press a gentle peck against them, giggling when she touches his mustache, “But I’ll be okay.” he doesn’t seem convinced, “I will…I promise,Roos.”

Bradley purses his lips, his hands resting on the flare of her waist with his thumbs gently brushing against the soft fabric of her dress - enough to feel the elastic of her underwear under it - before leaning down to kiss her forehead, “Promise?”

“I promise.”

He squints his eyes, but a slow smile takes over his face, “Okay,gorgeous.” another kiss to her forehead, “Well, you ready? We gotta leave in fifteen minutes.”

“I am.” she breathes in,shakily, “I am.” and he slowly lets her go to take hold of her smaller hand,guiding her out of the room towards the hallway and finally downstairs. Their daughter was so comfortable in her little bouncer - watching Dr.Chimp - that she barely noticed her father left for a short amount of time.

Nicole looks up from the TV to her parents, giving them an adorable gummy grin, “Hi Nikki!” Beatrice’s voice is high and soft, picking their daughter up and kissing her cheek, “Are you ready to spend time with grandpa Mav?Yeah?” she kisses her again, “Oh you are so cute- Roos did you get-” her husband just lifts the already made baby bag for her eyes to see, “Okay, good.”

‘Everything is under control,gorgeous.” he coos, stepping closer to kiss her temple and then kiss Nicole’s forehead, smiling when she looks up at him cross eyed, “You are going to have a lot of fun with grandpa Mav.”

“Aa!”

“Yes,I know!”

Nicole vocalizes more, ‘buh buh buh’ and ‘aaa’ that almost sounded like words but weren’t. Beatrice just nuzzles their daughter’s hair, kissing the soft strands before turning to the dogs, “We’ll be back soon, okay guys? What do you think-” she turns to Rooster, “Around four?”

“Make it five, Mav wants to spend enough time with Nikki.”

“That sounds fair…okay,well,” she pets each of the dogs, leaning down to kiss their large heads, “We’ll see you guys soon! Don’t worry okay? Take care of the place for us!” She walks to the front door to unlock it, looking back at Rooster to see him adjusting the bag strap on his shoulder and pulling his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose with a smirk.

Beatrice hands him the key so he could lock the door, the Bronco was already out of the garage, hugging Nicole close to herself, “You look good.” she says softly, giving her husband an once over. The long sleeved button up was petroleum blue and golden yellow and hse had to admit that yellow was Rooster’s color.

Her husband laughs after locking the door, looking over his shoulder towards her, “Why thank you,honey.” he coos, kissing her lips quickly, “I wanted to look good to match you, and you look stunning.”

“You called me a snack.”

“You are a snack.” he waits until she turns around to give her left butt cheek a lovetap, one that she just chuckled quietly while holding Nicole close, “My favorite one.” he waits until she locks Nicole in her seat - keeping a good and long stare on her bent over form - and only appearing behind her to press his lips to her ear, “Can’t wait to take bite out of you.” finishing with a noisy kiss below her earlobe.

Beatrice just laughed quietly again, squeaking at the second love tap he gave to her opposite buttcheek, “Roos.” she whispers, following her husband with her eyes and blushing when he opens the passenger door for her after she closed Nikki’s, “...you are impossible.”

“I am.” he purrs, kissing her knuckles as she steps inside the car, “You love it.”

He wasn’t wrong, she did. Beatrice smiles back at him,watching he walk around to the driver’s side after he shuts her door and the brunette latches the belt across her body. She eases out a nervous breath when there’s only her and Nicole still inside the car, knowing that if Rooster saw her he’d be worried.

She was fine, just a but nervous, but fine.

She runs her thumb over her wedding band repeatedly, smiling when she hears Nicole’s happy vocalizations from behind her, looking back to check on their baby daughter. Nicole’s colorful monkey is tight in her grasp, the tinkling of her shaking it only getting louder as she looks over to Rooster when he gets inside.

Her husband mirrors her pose, body partially turned to where Nicole is, “You are so cute,” he points every word in his phrase by poking her tiny converse’s sole, gently taking hold of it and shaking her leg just to make her laugh, “You’ll have a good day Nikki.”

“She will.” Beatrice agrees, gently combing a few whisps of hair away from her eyes - the ones that escaped the little clips on her head -  as she gets back to her seat with a gentle sigh, flicking her gaze to her husband who was already looking at her, “I’m fine.”

“We can stay home,” he says sweetly and her heart explodes with love for him, “I swear, we don’t have to go.”

“No,no Roos…I…I need to do this.” she whispered, “High School Beatrice needs to do this. She needs to heal…I talked to Dr.Varma about it and she agrees. It’s…a chapter I need to close in my life.”

Rooster grabs the hand on top of her thigh and brings it up to his lips, kissing her knuckles repeatedly, “You are very brave,gorgeous. You know that,right?” she nods with a little smile, “Good, we can do this.”

“Yeah.”

“Remember,I’m with you all the way,okay?”

She squeezes his large hand with the same grin, “I know. You always are.” only letting him go so he could grab the wheel and drive away from their house. Beatrice looked outside the window to see dots of gray and dark blue in the distance, furrowing her brows because there was nothing in the weather telling about a sudden rainstorm…and those look huge even from far away.

Maybe they wouldn’t stay too long at all, if the weather changed, she kept the clouds within her vision until she could no longer see them. Beatrice blinks, giving the horizon a worried glance before flopping back in her seat, still rubbing her wedding band.

It doesn’t take long for them to arrive at Mav’s place, he was now living with Penny so that was really good because - according to Rooster - he at least could sleep in an actual bed. Beatrice smiles when she sees the older pilot is already outside, with his hands on his hips and hovering a hand on his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun with his grin widening when he sees the car.

“Told you.” Rooster smirks, rolling the car to a park close to Mav, who just walked to the passenger door to look at Nicole. The obvious sound of the door unlocking was enough for the older pilot to step back so her parents walked out first.

“Hi Mav.” Bea smiled, hugging the pilot and laughing when he patted her head fondly, “You didn’t have to wait for us outside.”

“Ah,I don’t midn it.” he says, watching as Beatrice walks to the back door and picks Nicole up, meanwhile Rooster hugs his uncle before placing her baby bag on his shoulder, “Everything in here?”

“Yes,everything.” Rooster said, “There’s extra diapers in the back outer pocket,” he gestures to it “Alongside two changes of clothes if you need.”

“That’s quite alright.” Pete smiles, hearing Nicole’s delighted gasps followed by the shaking of her newest toy, “Oh…what’s that?”

‘Nikki’s new toy.” Rooster replies as their daughter shakes it even harder, making the tinkling sound get louder, “She got from McAllister and the others.”

“Ah.”

Rooster bit his lips to hold back his amused grin when his uncle looked…less than enthused, waiting until Beatrice kissed their daughter’s cheeks and whispered gentle words for her, especially so she had fun with her grandpa Mav that afternoon.

Nicole was then handed over to Rooster, who kissed her cheek much like Beatrice did, “You show Mav your new toy, okay? Remember?” he shakes her little hand so the tinkling echoes around them, followed by her happy giggle and bouncing in his arms, “Yes, you will have a lot of fun. I love you, daddy loves you.” he says between pecks to her cheek, carefully handing her over to Mav.

Pete hugged Nicole to his chest, seeing that the little girl latched on his neck immediately, “She’ll be fine, have fun you two.” he says, “If anything happens I can call you.” he waves at them, waving Nicole’s arm as well, when they get back into the car, ‘See you!”

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Both her and Rooster were trying to find somewhere to park, her husband chewing the inside of his cheek with his brows furrowed because there was no where close to the house where the barbecue was going to happen. Beatrice even leaned forward a bit to help him out, pursing her lips when the vacant area was actually not vacant and actually had a smaller car on it.

“We’ll find somewhere.” he answers her unsaid question, chewing his lower lip for a few seconds, “Aha! I knew it.” Beatrice turned her head towards the same direction he was looking, seeing there was an empty spot close to some trees in the sidewalk and the other cars surrounding it almost hid it from their view.

Pilot’s vision, she thought with a smile.

Rooster managed to park perfectly, looking back to where the house was and then towards Beatrice, “A bit of a long walk.” he mutters, “But we’ll live.”

“Yeah, I mean it’s not that long.” there were at least five cars in front of them “Plus it gives some shade…and maybe more because I think it’ll rain later.”

Rooster looks up from the seatbelt towards the sky, the gray clouds in the horizon appearing fainter than before, “Yeah, well,we’ll leave before it happens gorgeous.” he smiles, kissing her cheek, “...ready?”

Beatrice inhales shakily, dropping her head against the seat, “Just…give me a few minutes.” she whispered, smell the flower and blow the candle. Repeat. She feels his hand sliding under hers, holding her soft palm against his before lifting it to his lips to press quick kisses against it, “I can do it.”

“You can.”

“...then I won’t have to do it anymore. It’s the last time I’ll see those people.”

“Mhm,” Rooster agress, gently tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear “Exactly,gorgeous.”

Beatrice lets out the breath she’s holding before turning towards Rooster, “Okay.I’m ready.” he kisses her lips for courage before letting go of her hand to get out of the car. Beatrice smiles at him when he opens the door for her, holding out his hand so she’d take it and kissing the inside of her wrist as she stands up.

Bradley locks the Bronco, shoving the keys in his back pocket as he looked at Beatrice, who immediately took hold of his hand as they walked up to the large house, squeezing his palm against hers the closer they get, “I think I see Hannah.’ she whispers, immediately relaxing when she notices the bright spot of red hair in the distance.

Her former bully, now friend, looked up when she noticed them and quickly made her way over, “I thought you guys weren’t coming.”

“We almost didn’t, you uh- remember my husband,right?”

While their first meeting wasn’t…the greatest, Hannah didn’t seem to hold any ill will towards the tall pilot, even smiling and nodding at him, “I do. Of course…just, before you two get inside,” she looks back to the house for a brief second, gently pushing the couple to the side, ‘...be prepared for questions.”

“Questions?” Bradley asks, “What questions?”

Hannah licked her lips, “Any kind.” she murmurs, “Everyone is in here,Bea. Even some of our former teachers.” the brunette widened her eyes, “I never thought I’d see Mrs.Michaels again but she’s still kicking. But no,I mean,I’m serious. Any kind of question.”

Well.

That was unexpected.

Beatrice chews her lower lip before turning to look at Rooster,who in turn just looked back at her with his hand interlaced with hers, “...okay.” she whispered, “I…I think we’ll be okay, but thank you,Hannah.”

“Don’t mention it, shall we?”

Another shaky inhale,but Bea nodded and the two followed Hannah inside. There’s a lot of talk and music playing inside, the smell of meat being grilled followed by the obvious smell of alcohol wafted in the air. The threshold they walked past had a banner that only said ‘WELCOME’ in bright golden letters with balloons on either side of the sentence.

As Hannah got back inside and soon Bea and Rooster followed her, they immediately noticed eyes turning towards them. 

Too many eyes.

“Well,” Bea whispered, still holding his hand, “Let’s get this over with.”

[gadriezmannsgirl]

hi! if u write for eric garcia could pls write about being pedri's sister and dating eric behind his back until pedri finds out? fluffy ending pls thank you !

G-lou! I do can write for him and here you go! Hope you like it! Tell me what you think!☺️

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The Other González - Eric García

Being Pedro González younger sister, it was one of the best things ever, you could see your brother achieve all of his dreams, making you incredibly happy.

Although, it came with a disadvantage. One of the first things Pedri told his teammates was "My sister's off-limits"

When the boys still hadn't met you in person, it was something like "Chill out, hermano" and "Don't worry 'bout it". That changed when you moved to Barcelona along with your two older brothers

You begged your mom to let you move in with them, you missed them terribly and they missed you. So, after some talks, begs and crying (not literally), from the three of you, your parents accepted and let you move in with your brothers.

Pedri had made a little celebration party for you, inviting some of his friends and of course, some of his teammates. That night, you didn't dressed up, you didn't felt like it, they were just normal guys who played alongside your brother and hopefully they'll like you and be your friends too.

So, putting on some red cargo pants, a black long sleeve body and some white sneakers with your hair in a ponytail, you made your way out to met the guys your brother has been telling you stories about.

You were nervous. You wanted to make a good impression.

"Here she comes!" Your brothers yelled when you made your way out to the backyard.

Instantly blushing and wanting to turn around, they never failed to embarrass you.

"Hola" You said waving a bit with both of your hands to end up practically hiding yourself in Fernando's body

"She's usually this shy when she mets new people, after a while knowing her and getting her to open up and show her truly self, you'd like her to come back to the shy-era" Fernando said making the guys laugh a bit

"I'm not that bad" You said pinching his nipple making him yelp, the guys laughing even more

"No, you're worst" Pedri said making you bring your hand up to his nipples but he swatted it away making you giggle "No. She's precious. Guys, this is my little sister Y/N González"

They started to present themselves one by one

"Eric García" A really cute guy said with a smile making you mirror it while taking his hand and giving you two kisses on your cheeks "Nice to finally meet the other González"

That was the start of something with Eric. That entire night he was by your side, chatting and making you laugh; when you visited at prácticas he often got distracted while talking to you, even thought you tried to not talk back to him that much so none of you got whisteled at, but he still kept on it.

Eventually after a year, he asked you out, you thought it was in a friendly way and that the guys were also going to be there so you didn't surprised yourself from it.

"The guys are coming too?" You asked while walking besides him to enter the restaurant

"Mmm... No, it's just us"

Your eyes widened a bit as you let out an "Oh!"

"Why? You don't wanna-?"

"No! Don't get me wrong, I'm fine, this is fine, really. I just thought it would be kinda like a whole-group sort of thing"

"I'm sorry, I should have made that clear-" You cut him off grabbing his hand in yours

"This is fine, Eric" You said with a smile and he nodded smiling back at you

That night, he told you what he has been feeling all these past year and you smiled reciprocating those feelings.

Dates were common, from that moment until he asked you officially to be his girlfriend.

That was seven months ago and you were the happiest you've ever been with Eric at your side, although, you did felt kinda bad, lying and sneaking around your brother, Pedri; wasn't great.

At first yes, it was the excitement, the hurried kisses, long waited touches and gently hand rubs that were too quick for you to enjoy. But then, after the fifth month, you just wanted to let it out, kiss your boyfriend in front of everybody, hug him whenever you wanted it to, take his hand while walking around.

But you couldn't.

"We need to tell him" You said for the third time separating yourself from Eric's lips

"We will"

"When?"

"Soon"

"When the hell is soon coming?" You asked separating yourself from him but still sitting on top of him

Pedri and Fernando were both out. Fernando was with his girlfriend and Pedri was at Gavi's house, both brothers told you they would come back late so you invited Eric in for a lil while

"Nena, I want the same things you want. But I'm afraid how Pedri will react, he's a scary fucker little thing while angry and I don't want him to hate you and cause your relationship with him to break"

"I don't care about it, Eric. I'm not a little girl anymore, I can choose who I date with and he should be happy about my happiness, even if it's with one of his teammates. Besides, if we sit him down and talk to him. He'll get it"

"How would you know that?"

"It's Pepi. I know my brother" You smiled at him leaning up to kiss him

The kiss at first was a cute one but passing time it became more heated and passionate when an angry yell made both of you separate instantly

"¿¡Qué carajos pasa aquí!?" (What the hell is going on here?!) You heard your brother, Pedri

"¡No, no, no! ¡No es lo que crees!" (It's not what you think!) You yelled out

"It isn't?! Weren't you exchanging saliva with one of my friends and teammates?!"

"Pedro, let us explain" Eric said calmly

"Explain what? I told you guys to stay away from my sister and you just come in and do this?! I can't believe you, García"

"Pepi, por favor" (Pepi, please) You asked

"No, Y/N. I really don't want to hear anything from both of you right now" And with that your brother left to his room, the only sound you could hear was the slamming and the door locking.

When you turned around to see Eric's face, his heart broke a bit, watching you with teary eyes and sad expressions was the worst for him.

"It wasn't supposed to end this way" You said before Eric grabbed you by the arms and pulled you into him, letting it out.

After a while, Eric decided the best was the leave, even if he didn't wanted to. This still was your brothers house and he had to respect that. He only could hope, Pedro would come soon to his senses and let you speak.

A week and two days have passed. Nine days in total and Pedri still hasn't spoken to you or to Eric.

It drove you mad. And it drove Eric mad to see you mad.

That's when he decided, he would put an end to all of this.

Coming over to yours after practice, he thanked his lucky stars to see you there. And to see Pedri's car

"Y/N" Your brother, Fernando called "You're needed" He called you downstairs while flashing a warm smile to Eric "I will only say this once... You broke her heart, I will break your legs" Fer said letting him in

You came downstairs, just as Pedri was leaving the kitchen the fourth of you in an encounter.

"Cariño, what are you doing here?"

"I actually..." Eric trailed off looking at Pedri "came to talk with you"

Your brothers, along with you, shoot your eyebrows up from the way he was directing at Pedri

"Pero yo no tengo nada que hablar contigo" (But I don't have anything to talk with you about)

"Of course you do" Eric said "I'm here to tell you to grow up and realize you're hurting your sister with the way you're treating her"

"Eric, don't" You said trying to cut your boyfriend but he shook his head

"I can't count the amount of times you've broken down in tears, sad that your brother isn't talking to you, practically not recognizing your presence just because you've a boyfriend that's his friend and teammate"

Eric continued "I know I said I wouldn't date your sister, but I'm not sorry about it. She had me at her knees only with the fact she pinches both of her brothers nipples to make them stop" Fer laughed lightly as you smiled "After I got to know her, I knew I was gone for her. I fell in love with my friend's sister and I know that you must have felt really bad when you knew it, but you also have to know that she felt horrible lying to you. We were trying to find a way and tell you but that happened"

"And that's why I'm here. I'm here to tell you I'm Y/N's boyfriend, that I love her, I will take care of her and respect her, with my everything. But please; not for me but for her, stop whatever this is. I don't care if you won't talk to me ever again but I will not stand her crying over her own brother"

You were looking ar Eric with teary eyes but a small smile on your face, Fer was stood over the door with a smile too and Pedri was shocked to hear those words come from his friend and teammates mouth.

"Have you really felt this bad because of me?" Pedri asked you as your eyes left Eric's and land on him, softly looking down and nodding "I'm sorry" You looked up

"And I'm sorry too" You said "I didn't wanted to make you upset and I also didn't wanted to lie and hide my relationship with Eric for so long"

Pedri looked at you for a long while and opened his arms with a smile on his face, you smiled and ran to him, hugging your brother tightly

"I love you" You heard Pedro say

"I love you too" You replied

"Is he treating you well?" Pedri asked as you nod lightly

"He better" Fer chimed in

"Yes, he better" Pedri said still with his arms around you "If he doesn't you need to tell us"

"Will definitely do" You say in between laughs

"You break her heart and not only I will break your legs so you cannot play anymore but also I'll chop your dick off" You and your brothers laughed at Eric's reaction

"Don't worry about it. I can't stand a sad expression onto that pretty face" You got out of Pedri's arms and launched yourself at your boyfriends

"I will allow a few kisses but that's it. Don't go crazy, ok, thanks, bye" Pedri and Fernando both left to go towards the living room

"Thank you" You said after separating from him

"No need to thank me, amor. I really can't stand seeing you sad and after all this came out really good"

"With a probability of a dick being chopped off" Eric shrugged with a smile

"Doesn't really bother me" He looked down at you "Why would I ever hurt you if you're my everything?"

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@gaviypedrisbride

[smashingdollz]

Can I ask for a match up (adult man) from JJBA Part 5 & Pokémon Sword and Shield pls? I'm a straight female. I'm shy, timid, quiet & polite to strangers. With people I'm comfortable with, I'm loud, outgoing, playful, mature, responsible, motherly(to naughty friends), childlike(to mature friends/family) and sarcastic (unintentionally). I'm kinda tomboyish as I wear over-sized t-shirts, baggy pants, sneakers but don't play sports or video games. I'm kinda perverted which contrasts my innocent & baby face. I keep it to myself though. I'm a slow learner, not smart, not strong, and not talented. I'm pretty dense, straightforward and naive too. I get confused or misunderstand what people mean easily so it's best if you tell me straight to my face so I can't be mistaken. I'm also touch starved as I love giving & receiving affection but I only can hug one person and even then, I do my best to not overdo it. I'm a hopeless romantic, sensitive, & overthink often. I work as hard as I can & try my best & be careful as I can to everything I do, as I'm pretty clumsy & makes mistakes more often than most people. I try to help my family and friends as they've helped me & cared for me dearly. I don't believe in compliments I get occasionally or why my family & friends care for me because I don't see good things in myself only bad things. My hobbies are drawing, reading manga, fanfics, and watching anime, movies, & cartoons. Please & thank you! - 🌠 anon

hi hi! hope you like who i matched you up with! I added the Spiderman ATSV/ITSV like you asked

let’s start off with…

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢 !

-Bruno absolutely loves the way you act like a mother to your misbehaving friends, he finds it very relatable. but he also enjoys and doesn't mind your childlike side, i mean he basically takes care of grown children everyday. but with you he doesn't mind it at all, in fact he finds it quite cute.

-He honestly doesn't mind what you wear, bit considering that he has lots of money he'd get you some nice clothing and stuff, but if you don't want to wear it he wont force you too. if anyone were to give a negative comment on what you're wearing he'd glare at them and tell them to back off.

-I believe that Bruno is a very patient and straightforward person. for you he would say what he needs to say even if it sounds a bit harsh, but he'd say it in a nice way, if that makes any sense.

-Bruno would absolutely kill for your affection, he doesn't care if you overdue it and just cling onto him all day. but he does understand if you don't want to overdue your affection and will respect your boundaries. The two of you could both be hopeless romantics together. he'd communicate a lot with you to make sure you don't overthink anything or get the wrong idea whenever he says anything that can be taken out of context.

-he gets the feeling of self doubt and not feeling like you're enough and that all the positive things and words in your life is not genuine, but he hates it when other people feel the same way, especially when you feel like that. he would compliment you all the time, even for the most smallest hings, and he's genuine about them too. he hopes that you soon find your worth and believe that everything hes saying about you he means in the most genuine loving way possible. he wants you to see the good in yourself, he wants you to see what he sees.

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 !

-I feel like the two of you have a somewhat "don't care" attitude. he'd laugh and snicker at how sarcastic and straightforward you are. well maybe not laugh at you exactly but to whoever you might be talking to

-he'd admire your clothes, even if they're the most simplest plain pieces of clothing ever, he'd say something like, "simple is best, i like simple" he'd also draw on random small designs on random places of your pants or shirt, if you're comfortable with it of course, and it always with something that can be washed off.

-I feel like Piers isn't too much of a touchy person when it comes for showing affection. he'd rather gift you something, whether it be bought or found, he'd say "this really reminded me of you, so i got it for you" or "i know you like stuff like this. but he would absolutely never miss out on a hug from you.

-he'd love doing any of your hobbies with you, if you want him too of course. while you're reading manga or drawing he'd just give you your space and look over your shoulder from time to time to see what progress you made, this would go on until you tell him he could sit down next to you.

-I feel as if Piers is somewhat pretty straightforward person, he would say what he needs to say but in a nice way, like if he needs to hold back on saying something he will. but he would never need to hold back anything from you, he would talk to you with the upmost respect, while also being as straightforward as possible to avoid any miscommunication.

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 !

-he honestly doesn't care what you wear, because the two of you would most likely be wearing the exact same thing, but i feel like his would be a bit more torn and messy...

-he would absolutely love doing nothing with you, just sitting there watching movies and stuff, because you just being there is enough for him. he would love watching you draw, he'd just silently watch your hands and fingers as they grip the pencil and slide across the paper. while drawing he would say "wow you're so good, i can barley draw stick figures" and while you're reading mange he would be like "so its like a comic book but backwards?"

-he also feels the same way when it comes to compliments and not being able to see the good things in himself, i mean his flashback in the movie says it all. but he doesn't want you to feel the same way too. that being said, he would always try to find a way to compliment you or anything you do, even if its the most simple thing like you combing your hair, he's say "you're hair looks beautiful today, well actually it does everyday-" and hes 100% genuine about it. he just wants you to see the good in yourself the same way he does.

-one complication i can see from him is that he is not a straightforward person at all, he's the type to accept a wrong order than to tell the waiter his order is wrong (me too though). he'd kinda stir away from what he needs to say which will lead to another topic. so he wont be upset with you for being confused or anything because he know that the miscommunication comes from him.

-he admires how you work hard and do your best. and that you always try you best to help out the ones who are close to you. even if you're clumsy and make mistakes. he'll always reassure you that the people you help out are grateful for all that you do and he says that sometimes all you can do for someone is be there for them and do your best to help them out.

thank you for putting in a request for the matchup! i had lots of fun doing this, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did!