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jadeddaydream · 7 months ago

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Miss You So

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

CW: AFAB reader w/ Fem pronouns, nudes, showering w/ no sex (not yet at least), cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, praise, scissoring, overstimulation, begging, teasing.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Post DI!Jill (I love older women too much sorry), proofread, love you guys and ty for all the love on my last post!!

It was a rainy night, water dripping down your windows and the temperature low. The cold engulfed you from all angles, no matter how many comforters you cover yourself in. All you could think about is your wife. How she was, what she was doing, how long she was to do it. You knew her work was important to her and that she didn’t like to be disturbed, but how you missed her so. All you wanted was her attention and for her to be home in your arms.

Feeling mischievous and needy, you tried a shower to calm your nerves. Running some hot water you placed your phone on the bathroom counter. You just wanted her home, by any means. A lightbulb went off in your head, you grinning at the sight of your phone. You stepped inside the shower, engulfing yourself under the warm water.

Jill took another sip of her coffee which was quickly growing cold. Chewing on her pen, attempting to finish the report in front of her that was urgent. Her phone on silent mode, vibrated. She wondered who was texting her at this time of night; usually, you were in bed by this time, asleep. She clicked on the message, opening her phone. She hoped it wasn’t an emergency or anything like that.

To her relief, it wasn’t. It was a picture of you in the shower, soapy breasts coming into view. She could see your nipples, hard and perky. Your hand on your collarbone, another message at the bottom. This time it was text, captioned;

‘I miss youuuuu.’

Before she could even reply she was hounded by another goddamn pic, this time it was your hand cupped over your cunt; fingers inside yourself.

Captioned with, “What time will you be home? I don’t think I’ll be able to wait.” With a kissy face emoji completing the sentence. Jill hastily closed her phone, with no reply and began packing up whatever she was working on. She hated to be distracted from her work and you were in for it. She’ll finish the damned reports tomorrow morning. Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she left her office heading towards the parking lot.

The drive home was fast and blurred. Rain poured down on her windshield, she sped through the streets. Jill may have ran a few red lights on the way there, but no one was around anyway. She wondered what you were doing at home, imagining you with a hand between your legs, touching yourself with a fever under the warm water of the shower, covered in nothing but soap. Maybe you moaned her name a couple of times, maybe you were close; holding from finishing yourself off before she got home.

She entered the gate code and drove through the neighborhood, making a couple of turns before pulling up in the driveway. She got out of the car and grabbed her bag before walking up to the front door and pushing her keys inside the lock, twisting them, and opening the door. She kicked her boots off, placing them on the shelf next to the door along with her bag, which she placed on her desk in a room separate from the living room. She walked upstairs, silence following her throughout the house. You wouldn’t even know that she was coming.

Jill made her way up the stairs, anticipation of seeing you. No matter how many times she saw you, it always made her feel something deep, her stomach twisting into knots each time. She walked down the hall and inside your bedroom, seeing the trail of clothes you purposely left to lead her to the bathroom. Jill chuckled at your display of desperation, happy that you desired her as much as she did you. She knew her workaholic tendencies weren’t exactly ideal, and sometimes she just needed a push towards release. She undressed, tossing her clothes in a basket before walking towards your shared bathroom.

You were washing your body with a sensual touch in your movements that isn’t common. But you knew you were going to have company so you continued. Wanting to be witnessed, lust being the only drive behind your actions. You moved the loofah through your breasts, lathering the soap; having drip down your chest and body. You smiled salaciously when you heard the creak of the bathroom door, continuing your previous actions. The door having an issue with the hinges, giving her away.

Jill stepped inside the shower, water spreading across her skin. Your backside, coming into view. She watched as you continued to groom yourself, feeling like a voyeur at the way her eyes scanned your body. She pulled against you against her waist, before speaking.

“Hmm…mind to tell me what the photoshoot was for?” She snuck up behind you, pushing your hair to the side to whisper in your ear.

“I missed you.” You shivered as you felt her hands on your waist, warm breath still on your ear. Her hands came up slowly, now cupping and slowly kneading your breasts. “Missed you too.” She nipped at your neck, watching as you cried out when she pinched your nipple. She pulled away to your surprise, leaving you holding your breath.

“Let’s finish this and I’ll give you all my attention, okay?” She kissed your neck softly, hands returning to your waist as you mumbled out a ‘yes’, still sexually frustrated.

You both washed up, you being playful at times. Blowing bubbles at Jill; who laughed at way foamy bubbles passed through the air towards her. Exchanging kisses here and there and finally finishing with you washing her hair, relishing at the way she hummed when you massaged her scalp. You both stepped out and dried off, Jill staring at you wrapped in nothing but a towel.

“I can see you staring.” You giggled, Jill breaking her aggressive eye contact from your form and returning it to your eyes. “Not like I was trying to hide it.” She grinned, wringing a towel through her hair. You dropped it, wrapping your arms around her neck. Eyes trailing up and down, you bit your lip. God, you drove her crazy.

Jill crashed her lips into yours, before grabbing your arm and having you move to the bedroom. She pushed you on the bed, your body moving upwards to accommodate her. She moves towards you with the intention of devouring you, attaching her lips to yours before moving to your neck. Massaging your breasts while leaving hickeys on your neck. You moaned out, body hot and ready.

She teased you, nipping on the underside of your breast. “Tell me how much you missed me.” She whispered against your skin. You spread your legs, “So much, couldn’t help but think about you all day.” Your body responds to her touch with an uncontrollable ardor. “Yeah, that’s why you sent me those slutty photos; couldn’t take your mind off me?” She loved the distress in your voice, knowing that you were bound to explode if she didn’t touch you where you needed it soon.

But, how she loved to torture you.

Your eyes met hers as she rose to kiss you once again. You looked at her with a gaze that was laced with sin. Your body subconsciously arched into hers, wanting nothing more but her touch, her scent, her mouth, her everything. You watched as she moved lower, her hands coming to grab the underside of your thighs.

“Wow, you’ve made such a mess and we just got out the shower.” Jill chuckled, her breath making contact with your cunt, Jill spreading you; watching you leak onto the expensive sheets. “Dirty girl,” She rasped, biting at your thigh. You let out a sigh of distress and desire, wanting nothing more but to have her please you. But first, she had to get her fill of watching you crumble.

“Please, I want you so bad,” You whispered, moaning at Jill sucking hickeys into your thighs. It was a show really, watching your swollen cunt clench around nothing and your stomach cave in along with your face in an emotion nothing short of pure want. “Jill.” Your voice taking her out of her own head, filled with nothing but scenarios of making your scream.

She bit you once more, before finally moving down onto your swollen bud; teasing it a bit with a couple slow licks and moving to sucking, hard. You cried out, hand reaching behind you to grab a pillow to keep your sanity. Your shaky and breathless moans were reminiscent of paradise, Jill willing to do anything to receive the key. She snuck two fingers towards your entrance, pressing them inside. She watched as you howled, your voice shaky and winded.

“Yes!” Your eyes rolled back as you felt her fingers move upwards, her mouth still stimulating your clit. Your hips bucking up involuntarily, Jill pressing down on your stomach to keep you in place. “Stay still.” She growled in your cunt, face sticky and covered in your fluids. You tried your best to follow her command, body trembling from time to time. She raised her head for a moment, fingers still inside and abusing your g-spot.

Then she spat.

Watching your pussy clench around her fingers and hearing you moan so loud that it could be heard throughout the house drove her insane. “Fuck that’s it.” Jill watched intently, her drool moving like sap down your puffy clit and onto the crevices of her fingers. You wailed her name, legs tense and in the air. She could tell that you were on the peak, back arched and voice high and needy.

“Jill, Jill, Jill, Jillll!” You drawled out, the heat blossoming in your stomach; the force knocking the wind out of your body. You heaved, Jill relishing in your filthy noises. She leaned back in as she felt you clench around her fingers, hard. Sucking on your clit, she finished you off; you letting out a squeal. Crying out her name in a compilation of gibberish, you whined as she slowed her pace; letting you ride out your orgasm.

How she wished she could do this all day.

“Shh, it’s alright.” She moved upwards, wiping her face with the back of her hand before kissing you softly. She cupped your cheek with her free hand. “My good girl.” She smiled lovingly at your facial expression, eyes low and irises blown. “You’re not too tired are you?” She asked with a soft voice, one that she only used with you.

You shook your head. “Good.” She raised her leg over yours, placing her wetness on top of yours. She spent a moment still, giving you a moment to recover before adjusting her hips to align her pussy with yours. You both moaned in unison as her hips began to move. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked,” Jill whined, hissing as she maintained a steady rhythm. She grinded on you hard, making you cry out due to the intense sensation.

The sodden feel of your fluids melding spread to your thighs. You reached out a hand, placing it on Jill’s breast and gently rubbing her nipple. She groaned, hips rocking back and forth against you. You moaned out, reaching forward to kiss Jill. Her tongue conquered your mouth, growling in your mouth as she conquered your body as well.

“Shit you drive me insane, don’t you know that?” She pulled away from your lips, hers damp and swollen. “Sending me those pictures while I’m writing reports, begging for me to fuck you senseless.” “You happy now?” Jill asked out of breath and the most you could do is nod in a fucked out daze, eyes rolling back when she ground a bit harder into you.

Above you was a goddess, using you as she pleased. Her bottom lip caught under her teeth, a small bead of sweat sliding down her temple. A strong arm holding your leg up, you entranced by her muscles and the way they protruded as she held you in place. You watched as her hips rolled over yours, Jill shuddering at the delicious pleasure she felt due to the friction of you both. Loud groans, grunts, and whimpers were all that was heard between you two.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” The sound of your cunts grinding against one another becoming louder and louder by each passing second. “Don’t stop.” You responded in a whimper. “I would even dream of it, oh my God.” Jill said, closing her eyes as pleasure coursed through her veins, moaning out when she reached her peak. “Fuck!” She yelled out as she gushed on top of you, still keeping her hips moving as she did before.

You followed shortly after, the second orgasm groundbreaking and potent. You smashed your lips against Jill’s and cried into her mouth. A hand wrapped around her bicep, the firm muscle under your fingertips. Whispering her name once you both pull apart, Jill slows her hips to help you ride out your orgasms. Leaning forward and kissing you more softly this time, she held your face in her hand; humming as you wrapped your arms around her. She pulled away, landing on her side.

“You’re so beautiful.” She said, wrapping you in her arms. You were still in a daze, eyes low and body limp. You both spent a moment in each other's embrace. Your blinks became heavier over time, Jill taking notice.“Don’t fall asleep yet, we gotta get cleaned up.” You mumbled, “I’m not sleepy.” Your eyes threatened to close on you.

“Yes you are, you’re doing that thing with your eyes.” She teased, poking your nose to awaken you. You rolled your eyes, laughing as she did it again. “I’m going to get a towel.” She grinned, before sliding out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. You whistled and propped your head up, Jill laughing as you ogled her. She came back with damp and warm towels.

She cleaned you and herself, passing you some water. You drank, yawning. She discarded the towels, moving to the edge of the bed. Jill slid back in bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you again and pulling the comforter over you.

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” You asked, Jill stroking your face while you did so.

“French toast.” She replied with a quickness, a blush present on her face to her neck.

“Done.” You gave a peck to her lips, happy to have her by your side.

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fearfics · 21 days ago

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no one but you.

skye riley x fem!reader

friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight?? angst??; skye has a long day of work and the only thing that can help is you :3

warnings: skye's hair pulling is the only thing i think but if there's anything else that might need a warning, lmk!

a/n: heyyy finally posting smth and like i've said before...i wouldn't call myself a writer i'm just a girl who imagines scenarios in her head and needs to write them out sometimes SO if it's quite cheesy and cliche, shhh i know this is just for fun!!! this is in bullet format just because it's an easier way for me to separate my thoughts so sorry if it's hard to read...

also, just like fun fact and im rambling but the main idea i had for this was watching the piano scene and thinking...okay but what if she plays a song for you for the first time...and boom. and the title is taken from no one noticed by the marias :] anyways, if you read this far, i’m kinda proud of this so i hope you enjoy and ty for reading <3

• skye has a rougher than usual day of work leaving her distressed and completely exhausted :(

• she collapses on her bed, her mind racing from the events today but the thoughts all lead back to you. for skye, being around or thinking of you is one of the few things that can help her relax.

• of course, she’d never admit that to anybody because she thinks she sounds crazy but it’s true!

• she runs her hands over her face and sighs before pulling out her phone. clicking your conversation, her thumb hovers over the text box.

• as her eyes move across the screen, she rereads your message from this morning – "good luck in the studio today girl 💗 oh here are the pics from the other night btw 😙" – she smiles softly at the emojis, thinking about the casual dinner you guys had with some friends.

• she swipes through the pictures, mostly silly and cute posing with your food and kissy faces…she can't help but zoom in on the two of you, remembering how pretty she thought you looked with your hair loose and makeup slightly smudged and -

• OKAY so maybe she’s incredibly down bad and that’s why just the thought of you is so calming for her!

• BUT she doesn’t want to bother youuuu. while you’re not living the same hectic lifestyle she is, you could still be busy, you know. you have your own life and things to do and take care of. she glances at the time noticing it’s later than she thought. you could already be sleeping…

• she can feel her hand rising, fingers reaching for That Spot in her hair as she begins to overthink even messaging you at all.

• *DING* she shifts her eyes back to her phone, locking onto the blue text bubble – “skyeee you haven’t said anything all dayyyy like not even the usual picture of your lunch i was visually starving girl”

• she lets out a deep breath, palm falling flat on her head. oh, thank god you texted something first..wait that means you were thinking about her…and so late at night too…which could mean nothing…

• she thinks for a second before replying – “sorry it was just super busy today..had to spend extra time in the booth im exhaustedd” sent.

• she places her acrylic nail between her teeth, biting out some nervous energy.. should i just ask? oh, fuck it i’ll just ask.

• “actually um could you possibly come over to my place? i could really use someone to talk to rn… i can send a car or whatever you know but if it’s too late you don’t have to that’s totally fine” sent.

• she continues chewing her nail as she watches the three dots pop up indicating you’re typing. – “oh skye :( don’t worry about it! ofc it’s not too late. you know i’ll come over any time. i’ll be there soon <3”

• <3. <3!!!!

• okay, she’s normal about you. she’s fine...just smiling too hard at her phone before replying with her own “<33”

• while she waits for the driver to bring you to her place, she takes a hot shower, letting the heat relax her body and ease her mind for as long as she needs. after getting into comfier clothes, she heads to the kitchen to grab a water. a sigh escapes her as she places her hands on the counter. the nerves course through her body once more as she thinks about you on your way over. she takes a breath before unscrewing the water and gulping down half the liquid. the bottle makes a loud *thunk* as she sets it down on the counter. she still can’t believe she’s gotten used to doing that.

• she reaches to replace the cap when she hears a knock on her door. you’re here. the exhaustion in her body replaces itself with…excitement? anxiety? she doesn’t know. she’s just happy that you’re here.

• screwing the cap back on as fast as she can, she takes quick footsteps over to the door, sliding a little as her sock covered feet don’t leave the ground. catching herself on the wall, she steadies herself, fixing the hair that fell in her face. god, she’s mess.

• she reaches for the knob while tip toeing up to take a peek through the peep hole. she couldn’t help but crack a smile at your hello kitty pjs before opening the door.

• you wear an empathetic smile as you hold up your bag, “i brought candy.”

• skyes let’s out a breath of relief, smiling back and relaxing her shoulders, “you. are amazing. get in here.” she grabs your arm, pulls you in and locks the door back up while you let out a small laugh.

• “i know, i know." you reply removing your coat and shoes. “so,” you start to speak as skye follows slowly behind, smile still lingering on her lips. you jog over to the couch plopping yourself into the seat, “you get first pick as always.” you hold the bag open, shaking the sides as you usher her over to take a seat next to you.

• skye tilts her head, jokingly rolling her eyes as she hovers her hamd over the bag. “i’ll take…oo these! thank you very much.” she pulls out a blue bag and sits herself to the right to you. you knew that blue bag all too well.

• “not the gummy wormsss! you know those are my favorite!” “we can share! we always share.” "right, right..."

• the conversation continues while you empty the rest of bag on the table. you take turns sharing candies, telling skye a story about the cutest cat you saw outside the shop and how you almost brought him with you.

• there was a moment of silence before you spoke up “did you want to talk about today?”

• skye glances down at her fingers staying quiet for a moment “uh…yeah, no, i mean...it’s just…” she takes air in through her nose and runs a hand through her hair, breathing out.

• you watched her facial expression change. there was nothing more you wanted than to just hold her in your arms and caress and kiss her troubles away. you never knew how far you could go without it feeling weird. what if she didn’t reciprocate?

• you always settled for holding her hand. it kept her from teasing with her hair and suppressed the urge to pull at the blonde locks and instead play with your fingers.

• “we were um…working on recording this new song. i’d played it for them a little while ago and they really liked it.” she glances at your face, your full attention on her, arm resting on the back of the couch with your chin sitting in the palm of your hand. god, you were so pretty…

• you smile softly, “of course they did. you make great music, duh.” she returns the smile at your compliment. her eyes begin to dart around the room, the stress making it’s way back into her head. you rub your thumb over the back of her hand that was still sitting in yours.

• “while we- while we were recording, it was fine but um…there’s this one part in the song i wanted to be sung a certain way but..they didn’t agree. told me to sing it the way they wanted. 'cause it ‘sounded better’. ‘tracks would’ve been faster to mix’. or some shit. i tried to argue it but…it just started something bigger and my mom was there. god, my mother…she’s no help. just wants me to follow along like usual…”

• you felt a tug at your heart as skye spoke. “oh, skye…i know how passionate you are about your music. it's awful when there’s assholes like that who just wanna make something quick and easy. it’s hard for people like you who actually care about the quality of their work. i don’t see where you did anything wrong."

• skye wipes away a couple of tears. “hey,” you reach for her other hand, interlocking both your fingers, “i know for a fact that the way you wanted your song, mind you, your song...that you wrote …i know it sounded beautiful, okay? and perfect while we’re at it.”

• skye chuckles, speaking softly “please, how could you say that if you haven’t even heard it?”

• “show me.” your volume matches hers but your words catch her attention, eyes shifting to your face. silence. “if you’re up for it, you know.”

• skyes heart races as she feels a mixture of anxiety and vulnerability. it’s not like she hasn’t sung in front of you before but right now it feels much more intimate.

• she hesitates for a moment “okay…yeah.” you smile in excitement. you were basically her number 1 fan. and she would do anything for you. this is a win-win situation.

• skye stands up to go to the piano, a rush of butterflies in her stomach as you follow behind. she adjusts the bench a little before sitting down and you stand to the side of the large instrument, elbow making contact with the top as your chin rests in your palm again.

• skye fiddles with her journal trying to find the correct page. she nervously flips onto the page titled ‘just my name’ and looks over at you before placing her fingers on the keys.

• ‘i’ve got thick skin but i’m hollow…made up of broken parts...’ from the the first line you’re mesmerized (as usual) by her voice. you listen on, paying attention to the lyrics and how relaxed skye begins to look after focusing on the melody, ‘is this how my story’s told? i get higher 'til my worlds on fire and i'm ice cold…’ seeing the raw emotion in her facial expressions as she closes her eyes, almost like she’s reliving her memories. you can tell how much this song and the lyrics really mean to skye and her experience. oh, your sweet skye…

• the final notes echo through the room. skye removes her hands from the piano, waiting for you to say something, ANYTHING…

• but your response doesn’t come. you instead take a few steps over and wrap your arms around her shoulders. her head finds its place in your neck and her arms take place under yours as you sit down beside her. you sit together like this for a moment before speaking. “that was beautiful, skye. just like i said it would be.” you whisper, your thumb caressing the back of her head, her breath felt on your neck.

• “mmm you’re just being nice 'cause you’re my friend.” she deflects. “skye, c'mon.” you pull away leaving your hands on her shoulders and look her in her eyes, “i wouldn’t lie to you. especially, especially, about your music. i know how much it means to you.”

• skye can’t help the blush that creeps up on her cheeks becoming hyperaware of the close proximity between you two. theres a flutter in your stomach at the slight nudge of her hand against your thigh.

• she clears her throat before speaking “thank you, y/n. for everything, really. i'm so so so grateful to have you in my life. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

• okay, you actually need to kiss skye so bad. her eyes glossy from the tears, the beauty mark by her lips that were soft and pouted. if the look she was giving you wasn’t enough alone, everything she just confessed solidified the feelings you couldn’t deny any longer.

• skye’s breath gets caught in her throat as she feels your hand softly take place on her cheek. the heat of the moment seems to last forever as you both stare into each other's eyes, your faces just inches apart. the unspoken feelings have been building up for so long neither of you can fathom the situation that’s unfolding. your heart is beating so loudly that you can hear it in your ears as you both sit there, hoping hers was doing just the same.

• your eyes flicker across her soft features taking one last look at her lips before returning to her eyes. “would it be like kinda crazy if we just, you know…kissed right now? i mean like if you wanted to. because i definitely want to and it would be nice but if-“

• skye lets out a puff of laughter and you’re left with a slightly amused yet confused look on your face. “god, y/n, i thought i was bad at this.” your hand falls back to her shoulder, “um what exactly is that supposed to mean?” “nothing, nothing...”

• you smirk at the casual banter, “okay, okay…so…” “oh, come here.” skyes confidence boosts as she takes your face in her hands and your lips finally touch. your eyes flutter closed and skye can feel the smirk still resting on your lips as you respond to the kiss.

• it starts out soft and slow, the gentle press of your lips against each other. but as the initial kiss sparks something between the two of you, it quickly deepens. your mouths moving hungrily against each other, the taste of the fruity candy lingering on your tongues, skyes hands running through your hair as your hands have found themselves just above her chest, toying with her necklace.

• as you two lose yourself in the moment, falling into each other, you lean a little too far, elbow landing on the piano keys. the loud, earsplitting chord jolts you back to reality, breaking the kiss. your breathing is heavy and faces are flushed with surprise and the realization of what just happened. you both can’t help but burst into giggles, the tension from before fades into a light hearted moment.

• as the giggles subside, you look at skye, “maybe.. we should take this somewhere else or something…” skye sucks her teeth, a few butterflies lingering at the bottom of her stomach, “oh is that so?”

• you roll your eyes before standing up. taking skyes hands, you pull her up with you. “well...yes. don’t ask stupid questions.” skye chuckles as she’s dragged along, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement to finally be able to kiss you the way she’s always wanted.

#skye riley x reader #skye riley imagine #skye riley imagines #naomi scott #skye riley #smile 2 x reader

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sturniololoco · 1 year ago

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Game Night

N. Sturniolo x fem reader (STRICTLY PLATONIC)

Requested: kinda?

Warnings: language ig?

Y/N’s POV

Nick invited me to a game night with him and his brothers. I’m didn’t live far from them, but I drove anyways. I didn’t want to take my chances walking in the dark by myself.

I pulled into the driveway and walked up to their front door, locking my car in the way up.

I knocked twice before I heard footsteps running down the stairs. The door flys open, revealing my best friend Nick, who greeted me with a bone crushing hug.

“Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you so much.” He said ushering me through the door and up the steps.

“I was here yesterday Nick.” I replied, laughing at the excitement in his eyes, that he always denies.

“Yeah, but that’s too long. Especially when you live with these two hooligans.” He replied, tilting his head to the two boys relaxing on The couch.

“Hey Y/N” Chris and Matt said in unison. Chris casually flicked Nick off for his name calling. I giggled at the brothers antics.

“Hey yall. Who’s ready to get their asses whooped on game night?!?” I said, getting ready for a fun night filled with games and giggles.

It’s been around two hours of games, but none of us were tired yet. We’ve gone through 2 games of uno, a game of clue, and we’re now half way through monopoly.

I was winning, as usual. Most of the time the boys can’t stop bickering to even finish a whole game. And tonight was no exception.

“Why did we make Matt the fucking banker? The stupid fuck can’t even count while using his fingers!” Nick said, waiting impatiently for Matt to hand him his 120 dollars.(I’m sorry Matt I just needed to put this for the story ❤️😭)

While they were arguing, Chris got up to get a Pepsi, but instead came back with a pillow. He flung the pillow right at the back of Nick’s head, colliding with a really loud SMACK!

“You really wanna fucking go bitch?!”Nick practically screamed at his brother, grabbing a pillow from the couch.

“Oh I’d kill him. I’d kill him!” Matt said, edging his brother on.

Little did he know, I had a pillow aimed right at his face and started swinging.

The four of us were now laid out in the couch, tired and out of breath from our pillow battle. The lights were off and we were watching a movie.

Chris was stretched out on the long part of the couch while Matt was cuddled up in the corner with his blanket. Nick and I were huddled up together on the short part of the couch, sharing a blanket.

My BeReal went off about half way through the movie. Nick and I struck a gorgeous kissy face selfie, while the other side was Chris and Matt casually flicking off the camera. I captioned the picture Movie night with my fav human and added a heart emoji.

“That’s corny.” Nick said, reading my caption.

“It’s true!” I said leaning over to him and giving him a side hug, to which he squeezed me just as tight.

Note: this was rly rly bad. I might try again in the future, but I was going through bad writers block and this is what came out 😂

Lemme know if you have any more requests of the triplets. I’d be down to try

❤️❤️❤️

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader

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the-kipsabian · 9 months ago

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He doesn't really need a tag partner (I'm sure there are people he trusts enough to team with) but if Chuck is out forever can we have Kip step in and be a person for OC to lean on? I mean we could get him on TV possibly weekly (win win in my book) plus maybe we can get OC corrupted and boom it helps push the storyline with Trent? IF Chuck is able to come back, maybe he uncorrupts him? Thoughts?

SO. im sorry ahead of time that this will get longwinded and probably not gonna make a lot of sense but i have A LOT of thoughts regarding this whole situation

so this has been a very common thing to discuss in my dms ever since the shades of the best friends betrayal started when trent and oc entered into the tag team tournament (also shoutout to bugs for dealing with my shit constantly cause i know i can be unhinged ough), and what we dubbed as savior!kip has become a very intense hope in this storyline so... yeah ive been thinking about this possibility a lot ngl

im gonna put the rest of this under the cut cause lmao yeah. im gonna go off the rails

i wanna start this by saying that while i do want chuck to come back, im specifically hoping that he'll come back to team with trent again and to torment oc, that all of this has been one big ruse to see if oc really is their best friend or not (spoilers: hes not. trent is right about everything he said dont @ me). and oc is slowly starting to lack friends; seeing how things are going, things with kris arent that great. shibata and hook have their hands full with so many other things. rocky is obviously siding with trent, even if he doesnt say it directly out loud but roppongi vice forever basically, and the rest of chaos is mostly in japan (and okada is evil now so...). danhausen basically doesnt exist anymore. everyone oc has had around him has slowly disappeared, for one reason or another

so where does that leave us, exactly? you turn to the other side (or more in this case, the other side turns towards you to help out)

kip has been critical on twitter about the don callis family, and basically saying he would never join them due to disrespect from don. and we all know how much kip loves and cares about oc (i dont have to proof this to you you have seen all the sweet tweets and other stuff. this man used to use the kissy face emoji frequently while tweeting at or about oc come on now), so seeing these two words colliding would probably not sit very well with him, i'd imagine. while someone could argue that kip has lost interest in oc since he has dropped the title and thats all that was ever about...

first of all, the "sweet little clementine" nickname has been used multiple times throughout the timeline. this wasnt just a mind game trick to get into ocs head during the title feud, it was in there way way before that ever happened (i believe we are talking about full gear 2020 if i recall my timelines right [its around 3 hours and 9 minutes]); he has always been affectionate about oc in a really weird way (hes british tho so thats probably why). second, how many times has kip been after anyone else between ocs title reigns and after? exactly zero. when mox and fenix were champs, he didnt say a peep (he did, whoever, put out my favorite tweet of all time when oc lost the title to mox). after oc gained the title, he started tweeting again about it. and again when oc lost it, not a word. kip hasnt said anything about the international title or rodney since then; the only time he did post, he told rodney to fuck off cause clementine was his. and since then? kip has been keeping an eye on the best friends feud so... do whatever you wish with that information (1, 2, 3)

the point is, the obsession was NOT with the title; hes just always been affectionate about and towards oc, but in a really weird and obsessive, kind of a destructive way

why is this necessary to bring up? well...

do you really think he would stand idly to the side to watch oc align himself with someone like don callis when all his other friends have abandoned him, all these things considered?

do i need to remind you of something? cause i will remind you of my favorite post

throughout this entire time, kip never gave up (im aware this is technically non-canon as this is a quote from stream but. if you know their history over on twitch, it counts. the feud bled over there during its prime too). yes this technically had everything to do with him tearing ocs friends away from him when this was posted, but.. dont you think its fitting tho? considering the situation oc is in now? and while yes it might seem that kip is taking the side of trent in this whole thing, this was specifically before don callis inserted himself into the situation by whispering whatever the hell into ocs ear

and what better time and way for kip to insert himself back into ocs life as the one person he can still rely on than right here and right now, when oc is so desperate for a connection and friendship that he'll take don callis of all people?

if we want to dig more into my personal observations, kip has never felt as respected or perceived as he did/does when hes across the ring from oc. this feud was the highlight of his career since the comeback (and arguably, his [and miros] feud with the best friends ending with arcade anarchy was the other, so these two have always been connected more or less), its the one thing people keep talking about in reference to him apart from the box; how he should have been the one taking the title from him, how kip should have been elevated from that point forward too. how people talk about him almost only when he has faced oc in the ring afterwards (which has been at least three times if i recall right from the top of my head) or had a chance to challenge again for that title before oc lost it entirely

so what is the conclusion i wanna draw from this? kip keeps bringing him up. he keeps on leeching on him. he wants that attention off of oc, but also from oc. and what better way to do that than to now befriend him, show him support, be there for him when everyone else has abandoned him?

except its not entirely malicious. it might start as such, but its definitely mutually beneficial, more so than intended; sure maybe kip takes the chance to get to oc when hes down and vulnerable, but theres also that high chance that he'll see he can actually help. kip can help pull oc back up and help rebuild him. kip can be useful and important in this equation too, not just oc (which.. its gonna show kips true colors tbh. considering how kip treats oc as a whole, but he was taking trents side earlier about everything when best friends broke apart so...)

i think this is enough of me rambling, so im gonna get to the point of the ask lmao; but yeah, while i'd love for chuck to come back, i dont think he needs to be the one to uncorrupt oc from under kips spell. cause there wont be a spell to begin with. while yes it might start more or less as a corrupting relationship if they got to tag together with oc, i dont think ultimately it would be harmful to him. just like kip would be there to be supportive of oc, eventually he would return the favor by helping kip flourish, like he has done more indirectly in the past. they are mutually beneficial to one another, for better or worse maybe, but its not going to lead oc down a dark path in my opinion. if anything, oc is uncorruptable at this point (especially without the belt but i feel like that story has completely died by now with roddy holding the title so im not going to touch that rn), and him getting love and support from someone genuine, although surprising in this case, it would just make him more likely to return that favor than to turn against it. what i mean is, oc would be the one to uncorrupt kip, if anything

thank you for coming to my tedtalk and im soooooo sorry for all of this

#princessxpunk #again im sorry this is SO LONG but i have so many thoughts and feelings and shit to say #and you did ask so....#oops. lmao #box thoughts #wrestling musing #you know what fuck it im tagging it im proud of this lmao #orange cassidy #kip sabian #my beloved #sweet little clementine #kip in a box #orangekip #wrestling #birdhouse ✉

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ottopilot-sfw · 2 months ago

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Mutual

"I guess I'll get going," Terry typed, his stubby fingers pecking at his phone screen. "Have a good day, Iz."

The screen lit up the dark bedroom as a direct message quickly came in from battle-angel-pobrecita, or more familiarly, Terry's "mutual," Isabella. "'night, T," it read, followed by a kissy-face emoji.

Terry smiled wistfully and put his phone down. Terry had been chatting with Isabella for months. Initially he had taken notice of her selfies, drawn to her dazzling smile, but cognizant of a lingering sadness in her deep brown eyes. He followed her blog and identified with her quick-witted and sardonic posts, and common appreciations for 1990s anime and golden age hip-hop. After a week or two of engaging her content, she followed him back.

Eventually, Terry, or yamanote-lion, worked up the nerve to message her, and they bonded quickly. She was a university student in Madrid, which seemed like a world away from Reno, where Terry unhappily worked retail and lived with his parents. He lived vicariously through her stories of college life in an international city, and marveled at her ability as a hobbyist photographer to capture the beauty of her environment—as well as her own. Likewise, she was interested to hear about his life in rural America, and his ambitions to be a novelist and see the world outside his window.

It didn't take long for the infatuation to set in for Terry. Like many other young women, she held herself up to an unattainable standard of beauty, and compared herself to others. But to Terry, everything about Izzy was perfect, inside and out. Knowing more about her, about her flaws and insecurities, made her a real person, not just a pretty face online. And she was interested in him, what he thought about, what words were inside him, itching to get out. She read his writing and encouraged him to share it. All the while, she was his unknowing muse.

Terry was about to put his phone on the charger when it buzzed. Puzzled, he unlocked it and saw a notification from Izzy. "Hey, Terry," she said, "do you have a minute for me?"

I always have a minute for you, Isabella. As many as you need. "Yeah, sure, what's up?"

There was an anxious pause. "Do you remember I told you about Pablo?" Terry scoffed. Pablo was a guy Isabella used to go out from university. They broke up before Terry met her, but it was implied they had a passionate but tumultuous relationship. She never said he mistreated her, but Terry was good at reading between the lines. He definitely thought she deserved better.

Isabella continued. "I ran into him yesterday. He apologized for what he did and asked if I’d think about giving him another chance. I don't know if I should, I'm really conflicted. What do you think, Terry?"

Terry swallowed hard. He ran a rugged hand through his black mane, sighing softly, his eyes closed. He buried his face in his hands, massaging his brow with his fingers. His stomach knotted up with tension as he thought about what he would say. Finally, he took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing up as he exhaled, and he picked up the phone.

"Is it what you want, Isabella?" he typed.

Another pause. His heart raced and he thought he could hear it beat, reverberating through the silent room.

"Sí. Yeah, I think I do," she replied.

"Then you should do what makes you happy," Terry typed, his fingers trembling. A tear fell onto the phone screen, and he wiped it away with a corner of his shirt. "You deserve to be happy, Iz."

"Thanks Terry. You're right. You're a good friend. I'm sorry to keep you up, good night."

The phone screen went dark, as did the rest of the room. In the comfort, and lonely solitude, of the darkness, Terry tried to hold back tears. But he couldn't contain the heartbreak, nor the sobs and tears.

Eventually, he wiped the dampness away from his flushed cheeks and gathered himself. He took a deep breath to center himself, and he did what writers do. He wrote.

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Giselle got a noitifcation on her screen and excitedly opened the Tumblr app. There was a new post from a blog she loved to follow. She read the new post, a poem about unrequited love, and the power of the words resonated with her. A lump formed in her throat and she wiped away a tear with a delicate finger.

This blogger, yamanote-lion, was so talented, she thought. It was like they could see inside her secret thoughts, inside her heart, and put her own feelings into words. Their poetry and stories moved her, inspired her, and sometimes, broke her heart.

Someday, she thought, I'll have the courage to message them and let them know that. Maybe they would reply, and they could be mutuals.

#my writing #ottopilot-wrote-this #short story #short stories #flash fiction #mutuals #unrequited love #unrequited romance #unrequited affection #original writing #i forgot #yearning #is the tag people use nowadays

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Hello friend! Question for you (because I believe you have top tier taste). Do you have any fave late season or established relationship Sam/Dean fics? I notice that sooo many fics are centered around them getting together and "weecest", but sometimes I'm in the mood for a nice cut to the chase/"we both know whats goin on here" kind of story! Thank you :)

hello, grey circley friend! I am pleased that you like my taste, we're definitely in agreement there, and also OH MY GOD I love later-seasons and established relationship SO MUCH, they are my FAVORITE and it makes me turn into a very sad little emoji face whenever those polls go by and everyone's always like, oh, s1-3 first time is the best. And I'm just like oh :( not for me :( why can't people like the things i like :(

But that's why we just gotta be out here writing for ourselves, allegedly, although tbh it would be nice if other people liked it too, lol. (Seriously was considering a poll of like 'hey, which wip would you guys actually want to read'.)

If this isn't too terribly forward, I'm gonna do this -- because apparently I've written... 72 established relationship wincest fics, and like. idk, I think they're okay. At least some of those are later seasons.

But now not being super tacky, let me see if I can give you... three by other people that I really like --

Got No Direction by mistyzeo -- I crabsolutely ADORE this one, which is truly a quick cut-to-the-chase with no messing around and no angst, just two people who like each other and like fucking each other having a good ol' time. It isn't really set in a particular era but for some reason it reads very s7ish to me? Maybe because of when I first read it, even though it was clearly published earlier. Love it, adore it, you read it and adore it too.

what lies underneath by @rivkat -- sorta schmoopy shaving/praise kink but really it's about how Sam loves Dean So Much and I'm always here for that as a plot. Also a sink nearly gets fucked off the wall, which can only be a good thing. Good comfort food on a bad day.

Loser by @winchestersinthedrift -- Becky's the all time champ of writing bodies as bodies and getting in and out with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of oomph. Her Sam is probably the sexiest Sam who's ever been written and he just thinks that Dean's delightful, and you know what, same. This is Bunker era in a vague and happy space.

-- and the reason it's only three, I'm sorry, is that the server troubles are making this Difficult, lol. But surely that's enough to be going on with. To other people: heyyyy, isn't it so funnnn when you've got people who've gotten past all the kissy worry and now the worry is about other stuffffff, heyyyyyyyyy

(that's my attempt at getting people to tag more stuff Established, anon. let's see if it works.)

#answers #fic recs #wincest #sorry -- it cut in and out like ten times and i need to do other stuff #also other person i see that you also have a request for recs #but outages etc #maybe i'll try to do that one tomorrow

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gumballavocadoharry · 2 years ago

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Inventor harry accidentally hurts yn with one of his inventions???

The velvet navy blue sky that was sprinkled in silver celeste dots; patterned themselves across yn's window. She was enjoying the sweet breeze of summer, after dark. Window was cracked a peek, feet were firmly planted on the mattress, as knees were bent to table the laptop Yn was blueprinting her next project on.

Ding! Yn's phone lit up with the message bannered on the lockscreen.

H: Hey babe, come check out my basketball shooter! You're gonna love it 😘

Yn smiled at the little kissy emoji Harry had chosen. He was always affectionate and straightforward with it. Yn grabbed her cell phone and hoodie before wandering out of her house and into the starry night.

"Okay, I'm here....where's the shooter?" yn asked, scanning the room for anything that could be the new invention. Harry's hidden lab was full of what was thought to be nick-nacks and lava lamps, but were actually little inventions that Harry had processed over the years.

"Here it is," Harry snatched the tarp off of a telescope looking thing that stood about 3 feet. "This is the basketball shooter I was telling you about. It can shoot up to 12 feet!" Yn's mind raced as to what would move Harry to build such a 'useless' piece of machinery.

Yn took a step closer, eyebrow tilted higher than the other; pondering the machine's next move. Harry's back, completely turned fiddling with the buttons. "I think it's this on-"

The sharp ball shot out, rocket speed; nicking Yn's eyebrow and blackening her eye while at it. Harry watched in horror as his girlfriend was now holding one half of her face with her matching hand, mouth agape in shock. The nettled shooting pain, percolated itself within seconds, making Yn dodder in whimpers. "I am so sorry Yn," Harry made his way over to his girlfriend, taking her gently out of the lab and into his car.

The bottom of Yn's eyebrow was bleeding and her eye was already mixing itself with black and purple. The discernible wounds echoing on Yn's gentle face, were enough to choke out a few sobs from a guilty Harry.

Yn's face cringed as the nurse injected the numbing medicine for the four stitches she needed to put in. Harry, squeezed Yn's hand; trembling it lightly while staring delicately at the young girl's face with sappy eyes and a quivered small smile. X-rays were taken and showed that Yn suffered no broken bones or concussions. But that wasn't enough for Harry. He needed something more to ease his sorrow guilt....something that would outrageous and arbitrary just to not seethe with compunction.

"All done," The nurse chirped, "You did a great job." Yn gave a small smile before thanking the nurse before she left. Cold silence radiated the room, before Yn gestured she should get home. "Yn," Harry felt out of breath, "Again, I am so so so so so sorry for the accident, I had no idea it was going to shoot out that fas-"

"Harry, it's okay," Yn said with almost a giggle. Maybe a purposeful one to ease the mood. "It was an accident....and besides.....I was in the way anyway. I should never have been that close." Harry scratched behind his head before giving puppy dog eyes.

"You got yourself a pretty big boo-boo there," He shot a chuckle, "I'll kiss it better." Harry cooed in a babyish voice before pressing a sound kiss to Yn's stitches site. The two walked out of the hospital, Yn's head leaning on Harry's shoulder as they drove off to Yn's place.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles and yn #inventor harry #harry troupe #troupe harry #harry loves yn #harry ❤️ yn #harry and yn #harry x yn #harry x reader #hurt #inventions

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depressedhouseplant · 1 year ago

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🔞 Cops & Robbers (Bbangju) 🔞

Chapter 2

WC: 2600

Tags: Graphic depiction of injury, “Off screen” murder, No smut, I’m sorry Chanhee stans

A/N: Literally one person requested to see what came next so here you go @minsflannelwrap148

“Where have you been? I resorted to calling you after you didn’t answer my texts. You know how I feel about talking on the phone,” Chanhee demanded when Younghoon walked into the office the next morning. Younghoon checked his phone. It was still on silent.

“Oh, I had it on silent and forgot to turn it off,” Younghoon replied, seeing 12 texts and 2 missed calls. It wasn’t a total lie. He had it on silent at work, but kept it that way when he got to the club.

“I’m gonna set a timer on it or something. Anyway, here’s the file you asked for,” Chanhee handed him an envelope.

“Thanks,” Younghoon opened it and pulled out the pictures. They were of Juyeon out with two of his men. Younghoon already knew there wouldn’t be anything useful. Juyeon knew they were following him and was too smart to do anything illegal when he knew they were around.

“Not what you were hoping for?” Chanhee asked.

“Exactly what I expected. We should probably call off the surveillance. At this point we’re just wasting time and money,” Younghoon sighed, putting the photos back in the envelope.

“How do you expect to catch him then?” his assistant raised an eyebrow.

“At this point? He’ll only get caught if he wants to be caught,” Younghoon shrugged. Chanhee studied him for a moment. “What?”

“What’s that on your neck?” he pointed. Younghoon opened his phone’s back camera. There was a hickey about the size of a quarter on the left side of his neck. He’d been in such a hurry to put on clean clothes and not be too late to work that he hadn’t looked that hard in the mirror.

“Shit,” he huffed.

“Did you get laid last night? And that’s why you had your phone off?” Chanhee stared.

“Okay, yes. I met someone after work and we hooked up,” it wasn’t a lie even though it felt like one. He had met Juyeon after hours. He should’ve told him no marks. At the same time, he knew Juyeon wouldn’t have listened.

“Tell me everything,” Chanhee sat in the chair next to Younghoon’s desk and propped his chin on his hand.

“Absolutely not. My sex life is none of your business,” Younghoon screeched.

“Why? Was he ugly? Was his stroke game terrible?” Chanhee questioned.

“What? No, he was not ugly and his ‘stroke game’,” Younghoon used air quotes “was fine.”

“Just fine? Are your standards that low?” the blonde gave him a judgy look. Sleeping with Juyeon was not one of his better life choices, but the other man was handsome, intelligent, and witty. Under any other circumstance, he was the ideal.

“You’ve worked here too long. You’re interrogating me,” Younghoon huffed.

“One day I’ll get you to tell me everything,” Chanhee grinned and went back to his desk. Younghoon snorted. He had no intention of ever telling anyone what happened. Then his phone beeped with a text.

Juyeon: Missed you this morning. Here’s the list of names I have.

[Attachment]

Younghoon: Thanks

Juyeon: Not gonna say you missed me too?

Younghoon: No

There was a long pause.

Juyeon: You will 😘

Younghoon: Someone in your position shouldn’t be using kissy face emojis

Juyeon: 😘😘😘

Younghoon: I hate you

Juyeon: I hate you too. Now run down those names. I’ve got crime to commit

Younghoon rolled his eyes. Of course Juyeon would figure out a way to flirt while getting Younghoon to do what amounted to a personal favor. Younghoon opened up the attachment and started entering the names into the database.

“You ready to go?” Chanhee’s voice jerked Younghoon back to the present.

“Huh?” he looked away from his screen.

“It’s 5:30 and you owe me dinner,” Chanhee pointed to his watch.

“Since when do I owe you dinner?” Younghoon rubbed his eyes.

“Since I bought lunch yesterday or did the dicking you got last night cause amnesia?” his assistant teased.

“Shut up,” Younghoon swatted at him. The petite blond laughed. “I’ll meet you outside.”

“No, I am waiting right here so you don’t ditch me,” Chanhee crossed his arms.

“Fine,” Younghoon rolled his eyes. He saved all the information he’d found and shut off his computer. He could give Juyeon the information tomorrow. Not that he’d found much. He’d text him when he got home with the update. “Ready.”

“Excellent. I want pizza,” Chanhee said as they walked to the elevator.

“You always want pizza,” Younghoon shook his head as he hit the button. Everyone else had left for the day. Their office was where all the 9-5 types worked. Which is why the elevator coming from an upper floor was a red flag.

“Who went upstairs?” Chanhee asked when he saw the numbers going down instead of up.

“Maybe the cleaning crew started on the top floor today?” Younghoon suggested.

“They use the service elevators,” Chanhee replied. Younghoon’s gut was telling him something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“We’re taking the stairs,” Younghoon grabbed Chanhee’s arm and pulled him toward the stairwell. He closed the door right as the elevator opened.

“What are you doing?” Chanhee hissed.

“Run,” Younghoon hissed back.

“What? Why?”

Then the stairwell door opened to reveal two men in ski masks with guns strapped to their hips.

“That’s why,” Younghoon said. Chanhee was frozen in place. Younghoon almost pulled him down the stairs as they started running. They made it to the ground floor only for Younghoon to slam into a very solid body. Chanhee crashed into Younghoon pushing the man backwards.

“Got ‘em,” he said into a headset. The other two men came out of the stairwell seconds later, guns drawn. Younghoon put Chanhee behind him and held up his hands.

“Whatever you want, he has nothing to do with it,” Younghoon said.

“You don’t know that,” the biggest one replied.

“If this is about the search I ran today, then he doesn’t know anything. You can take me, but let him go,” Younghoon explained.

“It’s about more than just a simple search,” one of the two with the guns said.

“Whatever it is, leave him out of it,” Younghoon stood his ground.

“Then what? He runs to tell your bosses? I don’t think so,” the biggest one snorted.

“I won’t do that. I swear,” Chanhee said. Younghoon could feel him shaking.

“Sorry, can’t trust a cop,” the third one said.

“He’s not a cop. I am,” Younghoon corrected. He’d slowly started backing them toward the door. One of them realized what Younghoon was doing and stepped behind them. Now they were surrounded with two guns pointing at them and a guy who was easily 50% bigger than Younghoon.

“I’m done talking,” one of the gunmen said, taking the butt of his gun and hitting Chanhee with it.

“Stop it! I said let him go!” Younghoon crouched down on the floor covering Chanhee. His forehead was bleeding from the blow.

“No,” the biggest one hauled Younghoon up and wrapped his arm around his neck. The last thing he saw before he passed out was two guns pointed at Chanhee’s head.

It was almost 1am when Juyeon heard the doorbell. All of his men had the door code and no one else knew where this house was. There was no reason someone should be at the door. He checked the security camera. He’d know that body anywhere.

“Younghoon?” Juyeon stared at the battered man on his doorstep.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he gasped then fell forward. Juyeon barely caught him.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got you,” he soothed as he helped Younghoon over to the couch. “Let me see.”

“They killed him. They killed Chanhee,” Younghoon couldn’t catch his breath. He was clutching his right side. The side with the scar. Juyeon carefully moved Younghoon’s hand to reveal a blood stain on his shirt.

“Let me look at you and then you can tell me what happened. Okay?” Juyeon asked. Younghoon nodded. “This might sting a little.” The blood had glued the shirt to Younghoon’s skin. Juyeon had to tug a little to loosen it. Younghoon hissed.

“I know it hurts. I’ll be as fast as possible,” Juyeon told him. There was a large gash on his side like someone had sliced at the skin, but Younghoon moved at the last second. Bruises were blooming all over his torso. He had a black eye and possibly a broken nose. “Are you dizzy? Feeling nauseous?”

“No,” Younghoon whispered.

“Then you probably don’t have a concussion,” Juyeon noted. “Any pain in your side other than the cut?”

“Hard to breathe,” the other man told him.

“Shit,” Juyeon raked his hand through his hair.

“What?” Younghoon finally met his eyes.

“You could have a cracked rib. I’m gonna call Kevin. If nothing else he can stitch up your side,” Juyeon told him.

“Who?” Younghoon asked.

“My doctor,” Juyeon explained. Younghoon stared at him. “What? You think I go to the hospital when you beat the shit out of me?”

“I’ve never…” Younghoon began.

“I know, I know. You go easy on me,” Juyeon kissed Younghoon’s forehead. He grabbed the encrypted phone and texted the doctor. Even if Kevin was at work, which he shouldn’t be, Juyeon knew he’d drop everything. Juyeon made sure he paid better than any hospital ever would.

“He’s on his way,” Juyeon said.

“Chanhee. They killed him,” Younghoon’s eyes welled up. Juyeon remembered the pixie-esque blonde. He seemed very loyal to the other man, albeit a little snarky.

“Who’s they?” Juyeon asked.

“I don’t know for sure. I ran a search of the names you gave me. Eight hours later three of them took us,” Younghoon shook his head and winced immediately.

“Easy,” Juyeon reached up and cupped Younghoon’s cheek. His hand covered almost half of the other man’s face. The other gang had done this. Juyeon knew they were willing to resort to violence, but murdering an innocent bystander was worse than he’d thought. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“I’m here!” Kevin called.

“Living room!” Juyeon yelled back. Kevin stopped in his tracks when he walked in the room. It was then Juyeon realized he was kneeling in front of Younghoon with his hand on his cheek. Like he was someone Juyeon cared about.

“This is unexpected. I thought you needed me to patch up Hyunjae or Changmin,” he said.

“Surprise?” Juyeon ventured.

“Can you walk?” Kevin turned his attention to Younghoon.

“Yeah,” Younghoon wheezed.

“But you shouldn’t. You’ve lost a decent amount of blood and you’re having trouble breathing,” Juyeon cut in. He picked the other man up and held him like a sleepy toddler in their parent’s arms.

“Downstairs,” Kevin said. Juyeon didn’t miss the look the doctor gave him as he carried his supposed nemesis to the basement. Younghoon might have been Juyeon’s opposite, but he was also his mirror.

“Tired,” he mumbled. Younghoon rested his unbruised cheek on Juyeon’s shoulder.

“You can’t go to sleep quite yet. Doctor’s orders,” Kevin told him. Younghoon whimpered.

“Once you’re cleaned up and Kevin has stitched you up. Right Kev?” Juyeon told him.

“As long as he doesn’t have a concussion. Could be the blood loss. Let’s get the x-rays first,” the doctor instructed.

“You have an x-ray machine in your basement?” Younghoon questioned.

“A full medical setup. As I said, you think I go to the hospital after you’ve beaten my ass?” Juyeon teased.

“Guess not,” Younghoon yawned.

“Let’s get started,” Kevin commanded.

He ran a full battery of tests, cleaned and stitched Younghoon’s side, and set his nose.

“You didn’t break any ribs, but I suspect you tore the muscles in your chest wall. I’d have to confirm with a CT scan though. Unfortunately there’s not much that can be done for that other than pain medication and limiting activity. It’s gonna hurt to breathe for a while,” Kevin explained when he finished the exam. “Your nose should heal in a couple weeks since it wasn’t a full fracture. You can use arnica to fade the bruises faster.”

“Thank you,” Younghoon tried to smile.

“Of course. You’re gonna need to take it easy in general. No beating the shit out of each other. No fucking either,” he gave Juyeon a pointed look.

“What?” he tried to look offended.

“Don’t act all innocent. I know you,” Kevin said.

“We won’t,” Younghoon assured him. “Hurts to move.”

“I’ll give you some shots to take the edge off. You won’t be pain free though,” the doctor pulled some syringes out of a cabinet. Juyeon held Younghoon’s hand as Kevin administered the medication. He looked down and noticed bruises forming on the other man’s wrists. Juyeon knew those marks.

Handcuffs.

“What did they do to you?” he said under his breath.

“What?” Younghoon looked at him.

“Just talking to myself,” Juyeon smiled.

“All done. You’re free to sleep. Call me if you need anything else,” Kevin started putting things back in order.

“I’ll give you a little extra,” Juyeon said as he picked Younghoon up again.

“No need. The knowledge that you’re fucking your sworn enemy is a bonus in itself,” Kevin smirked.

“Fuck off,” Juyeon glared.

“Juyeon,” Younghoon tried to pinch him and failed.

“Taking you to bed now,” Juyeon carefully carried Younghoon to his bedroom. It took three times as long, but he didn’t want to aggravate any of his freshly repaired wounds.

“Let me get you some clean clothes,” Juyeon put Younghoon down and began checking his closet for something that might fit. “Hopefully your giant shoulders will fit in this.”

“Giant?” Younghoon smiled sleepily.

“Yes, giant. Who even has shoulders that big anyway?” Juyeon replied, dropping his head so Younghoon couldn’t see his smile. He helped Younghoon out of his bloody clothes and into a t-shirt and sweatpants. Juyeon resolved to burn the damaged clothes later. They might be evidence, but he didn’t care.

“You kissed me,” Younghoon looked over at Juyeon when he got in the bed.

“When?” Juyeon propped his head up on his hand.

“Before you called Kevin. You kissed my forehead,” Younghoon explained. “Why?”

“I’ve kissed you on the lips before, haven’t I?” Juyeon pointed out.

“I might be in horrible pain in spite of the amount of morphine in my system, but I know you’re dodging the question,” Younghoon said. The truth was Juyeon didn’t know why he did it. It felt like the right thing to do so he did it.

“Does it matter?” Juyeon questioned.

“It matters to me,” Younghoon told him.

“Would you accept that I don’t know why I did it?” Juyeon asked.

“If it’s the truth,” Younghoon held his hand out and Juyeon took it.

“It is,” he confirmed.

“For two people who supposedly hate each other, we’re not very good at it,” Younghoon observed.

“The opposite of love isn’t hate. It’s apathy. I’ve always felt strongly about you. Maybe hate is simply resisting love,” Juyeon shrugged.

“Maybe it is,” Younghoon agreed. They stared at each other for a moment, Juyeon’s statement heavy in the air.

“I believe you wanted to sleep?” Juyeon broke the silence first.

“I do,” Younghoon confirmed.

“Then sleep. I’ll be here,” Juyeon kissed Younghoon’s temple. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too,” Younghoon grinned. “I’d kiss you back, but Kevin said to watch my nose.”

“The intention is there. I can pretend,” Juyeon smiled back.

“Goodnight Juyeon,” Younghoon whispered.

“Goodnight Younghoon,” Juyeon replied. Except Juyeon didn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep knowing someone had tortured Younghoon, murdered his friend, and he had no idea who it was.

“Not on my turf, fuckers,” he told the darkness. This was his city and no one was going to take it from him. No one.

#minors dni #the boyz fanfic #younghoon x juyeon #yes I take requests #the boyz au #no smut #who even am i #Kim Younghoon x Lee Juyeon

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nucrests · 2 years ago

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#10, #11, #12, #14, #19, #22, #29 & #30! lol sorry, i love dom and michael

12. What struggle have they seen each other through? ▪ Dominique having to witness the disconnect between Michael and Michael's family and knowing how much that affects him. Michael knows Dominique deals with jealousy issues so it’s hard for him to deal when Michael isn’t around. It’s something Dominique has been working on

14. What little things remind them of each other? ▪ For Michael, it’s a specific earthy and woodsy scent of Dominique’s cologne or whenever he decides to throw on one of Dom’s hoodies. For Dominique, it’s when Michael’s favorite commercial comes on and he has to immediately tell him or the kissy face emoji which Michael always texts throughout the day

19. What values do they not share? How do they reconcile those differences? ▪ While they both share the sense of trust, loyalty, and compassion, they don’t share the same sort of self-control. Dom reacts more on emotion while Michael thinks the process through before reacting

22. What's different about their backgrounds? Do those differences affect the relationship? ▪ Michael grew up in strict household where his father expected his two sons to follow in his footsteps. Michael chose a different path and lives a different lifestyle from what was expected from his family which caused a slight riff in their relationship. Dominique's family is the complete opposite as they are all very open and connected. It does affect Dom and Michael's relationship at times because Michael unfortunately doesn't have that same connection with his own

(I answered #10, #11, #29, #30 if you wanna read the responses! 🤍)

#💙#oc asks #anonymous

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namujoon9401 · 5 months ago

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This is a sequel to Into the Den of the Wolf! Please read that first!

They r on a date

Kenji was running late.

it was his first official date with Rina and he was running late.

The bus had been delayed in getting home from his afternoon class, and now he was scrambling to get dressed and out the door.

Of course he hadn't picked out an outfit the night before. Of course there was a power surge while he was gone, causing the digital clock above the stove to show the wrong time. Of course he had to feed his cat, Ami, before leaving.

All this is to say that Kenji was running late to his first official date with his new girlfriend (alpha?) and he feels bad about it.

He had texted to let her know, and she had responded with a don't worry about it baby with a kissy emoji.

Which of course just made him worry about it even more.

By the time he gets to the restaurant, he's sweaty and out of breath from running. He probably stinks, too.

Kenji takes a moment to catch his breath and compose himself before he walks in. He runs a hand through his hair, now slightly damp with sweat.

He spots her from the window, sitting by herself.

The alpha looks extra pretty today, wearing all black with a long black trench coat, slacks, and a turtleneck, dyed silver hair styled off her forehead. Silver jewelry shines in her ears and at her neck.

She spots him looking at her through the window. She smiles, waves him over.

Kenji quickly makes his way inside and sits across from her.

"Sorry I'm late." he says, sheepish, sighing at the welcoming curl of her bergamot sea salt scent.

She waves him off.

"I'm just glad you're here." she says with a soft smile.

A waiter comes around to take their drink orders.

When he leaves, the silence stretches between them.

He fidgets in his seat.

Rina's piercing gaze is boring holes through him, her green eyes laser focused.

She's leaning back in her seat, posture relaxed, arms crossed. She regards him with a slow smile.

"What?"

"You look cute, babe. You got all dressed up for me?"

Kenji promptly flushes red.

He's wearing a soft blue sweater and brown corduroy pants with a green cardigan. His hair is styled (or, was, at least , before he had to run here.) So he wanted to look cute for his first date with Rina. So sue him.

"I-I." He squeaks, fidgeting even more. He's not sure how to respond. "I guess." he says, not meeting her eyes.

She barks out a short laugh.

"You look nice too." he blurts, because.

Because he's nervous and he doesn't know what to say because this is a date, a real one, and this is ridiculous because they've been best friends for years so why is this so difficult.

“Thank you.” Her smile is genuine.

There’s a pause.

She snorts. “Why are we so awkward? This is stupid.”

“God, I’m sorry.” He groans, scrubbing at his face. “I’m just nervous because I wanted to make a good impression. You know. As your…boyfriend.”

He whispers the word boyfriend as if it’s some kind of curse.

She chuckles, eyes bright.

“Kenji, come on. I’ve seen you sob over cheesy romance movies. And I still like you. Okay? So there’s no need to worry about that.”

He grins, pretending to roll his eyes. “Okay.”

They talk for a while, the awkwardness having been broken. The restaurant is nice, a quaint little Italian spot that's not too fancy (they are still broke college students, after all) and the food is really good.

At some point after their main course but before dessert she laughs at something, laying a hand on his.

He stares, flushing. Any words coming out of Rina's mouth right now are no longer being processed by his brain, focused entirely on that hand.

She's stroking his hand softly with her thumb, the veins in her (larger than his) hands prominent. The omega can't help but stare, blushing.

She notices him staring.

Seeing him flush, her smile turns to a smirk.

She says nothing, but her eyes tell a different story.

Slowly, she strokes a long finger along his hand, tracing along knuckles and veins.

Then, while maintaining eye contact, Rina laces their fingers together.

He’s not sure why this simple act makes him so hot under the collar. He’s sure his scent is surging.

Why is this so hot?

His breath is coming shorter, for Christ’s sake.

Okay, Kenji. Cool it. She’s just touching your hand. Get a fucking grip.

“God, you’re adorable. Smelling so pretty for me.”

Then, as if she can sense it, she leans in to whisper, lips grazing the shell of his ear.

“Wanna see you drenched in my scent.”

Holy shit.

He stands, immediately, chair scraping against the floor loudly.

“What about dessert-” she starts, clearly amused.

“Fuck the dessert.”

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

They burst through the threshold of Rina’s apartment.

Rina kisses him immediately, softly at first, hands grazing at his waist, gripping his hips, skimming at the soft warm skin under his sweater.

“Can’t believe I'm allowed to touch you like this.” The alpha murmurs,

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me-”

Rina laughs softly as she complies.

The kiss is wet, dirty, neither of them holding back now.

Kenji’s mind goes pleasantly blank, filled with nothing but the alpha’s rich scent and his overwhelming need.

She quickly takes control, walking him up against the side of the couch.

They kiss again and again, licking into each other’s mouth, panting, lips cherry red and slick with spit.

They kiss for what feels like hours. Kenji’s need only grows. Rina becomes more and more dominant, with soft growls and nips to his lips, his neck, his shoulder.

Their lips part with a wet noise, sounding much more obscene than intended.

The alpha pivots to his shoulder, kissing lightly at the scent gland nestled at the base of his neck.

He gasps, eyes wide as a jolt of pleasure shocks through his system.

“Again, again-” he whines.

She laps at it, tongue laving over the reddened patch of skin.

It’s a moan that she pulls from his lips this time, a soft little ah sound that makes her eyes darken and scent surge.

“Last time-” she starts. She doesn’t need to clarify.

He nods, shaky.

“Seeing you under me, I could hardly believe it. I’d wanted you for so long. But it was over so quick…”

She leans in closer, voice dropping to a low murmur, eyes lidded.

“Wanna take my time with you, pretty thing.”

God.

He kisses her. Hard.

And then they have sex gn.

#writers on tumblr #my writing #original characters #alpha/beta/omega au #omegaverse #alpha female #omega male #bedtimestories

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flirting-with-psychology · 6 months ago

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created by joybucket

1. When was the last time you went to church? I don't think I have ever been to church

2. If you could trade hair with any one person, whose hair would you choose have, and why? My friend from high school because it was thick and wavy

3. How many pairs of pajama pants do you own that have animals on them? Like 1 maybe? I never wear pajama pants though

4. If you own any pajamas with animals on them, what animals are they? I don't remember

5. If you wanted to get a dog that looked like you, which breed of dog would you get, and why? I don't think any dogs look like me

6. Do you have a hard time letting go of things? Yes

7. When was the last time you experienced a miracle, and what was it? I don't believe in miracles

8. When was the last time you colored in an adult coloring book? Not sure

9. How many cellphones have you owned in your lifetime? 5

10. Name one celebrity who is the same age as you. Joseph Quinn

11. How old were you when you had your first crush? Like 3 or something

12. Was your first crush on a male or female? Male

13. Do you think you look better with long hair or short hair? Long

14. Have you ever had to apply for disability? No

15. ….and if so, what happened? N/A

16. What is your favorite board game? Depends on my mood but some good ones are Sorry, Backgammon, Dead of Winter

17. Do you think you look better with curly or straight hair? Wavy

18. What is one unpopular opinion you have? It's not offensive to be hit on

19. What is your favorite photo editing app on your phone? I don't edit photos on my phone, but I use photoshop on my computer (is that boomer of me?)

20. What is one video game you used to love to play but haven’t played in years? 🎮 Nintendogs

21. How many of your grandparents are alive currently? None

22. What is one medication you will never take again, and why? 💊 Unknown

23. What is your favorite thing about your life right now? Craft projects

24…..and what is your least favorite? Being unemployed and not knowing what to do with my life

25. In your opinion, what are three of the most disgusting foods ever? Tomatoes, tuna, sauerkraut

26. Do you believe in God? No

27. What are three emojis you use a lot? Heart, kissy face, crying laughing

28. Do you keep your clothes in a dresser or a closet? Mostly closet, but some things like workout clothes in a dresser if I don't care about keeping them nice

29. What is your least favorite household chore, and why? Of the ones I ever actually do, cleaning the bathroom or kitchen because it's gross and requires elbow grease

30. What is your favorite insect, and why? Roly poly, because it is too compact to scare me

31. What is your LEAST favorite insect, and why? Spiders even though they are not technically insects, because of the legs. If we're going technically insects, then wasps because I don't like to get stung

32. Do you follow any sort of special diet, and if so, what? No

33. Have you ever had an eating disorder? No

34. Do you consider yourself spiritual? No

35. Are you happy with your life right now? Why or why not? Not really because it feels like it's not going anywhere and I can't seem to accomplish anything

#survey

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dragonboything · 7 months ago

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tw vent, overthinking

I was saying gn to my girlfriend and we send each other hearts and little kissy face emojis to each other after we say goodnight and she didn’t do the kissy face thing just the hearts and now I’m overthinking it bc I made my therian Pinterest board un-private and we follow each other on Pinterest but idk if she looks at my account I’m reading way too much into this i know but I’m overthinking the hell out of this bc I don’t know how she feels about therians but ik that we know this shitty person that’s a therian so idk if that impacts her opinion I don’t think it does bc she’s always been the kind of person that thinks that if what you’re doing isn’t hurting anyone then whatever but still idk

Sorry for ranting I just love her so much and I really don’t want to lose her bc I’m a therian which is something that I literally can’t change

#vent tw #tw overthinking #mine

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shirogane-oushirou · 1 year ago

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🩷,💌, and 🎁 for the emoji asks? :D

tysm caitie for the ask!!! ☺✨💕

gonna go for a change of pace and talk about my main man oushirou, my beloved freak of almost 15 years. gives him a little kissy. mwah.

🩷 for a headcanon about f/o.

the desire to seem non-threatening is what got him to start experimenting with things like his looks and his weird-funny-guy personality... then he crossdressed for the Funnies once and realized it was fun, actually... then he started being a little more flamboyant because it came naturally to him... and this was all in the gender-rigid environment of the all-boys-except-tsukiko seigetsu academy.

so as soon as he graduates to go to college, get an internship, enter the journalism field, travel all over the world... he realizes how even HIS view of the limits of expression are... well... limited. he feels more free to try new things, wear bold patterns, paint his nails, do his hair in even more interesting styles. as he learns new languages he also learns all new ways to describe gender and expression and sexuality. in the end, he realizes doesn't really need defined labels; he's simply oushirou, and he's going to look beautiful and handsome and charming and sexy and flirty for anyone and everyone who's willing to give him their time.

when he shows up at the 10 year seigetsu reunion, wearing a zebra stripe suit with polkadot tie, red aviators, black nails, and an intricately styled hair-do, it catches everyone a little off guard... but they quickly lean into the bold changes when they see just how much more comfortable and self-assured he seems.

(tl;dr: i hc him as genderqueer and pansexual lol. and he has a VERY nonbiney fashion sense ksjnkjnsf which is canon but like. they didn't INTEND for it to be typical nonbinary fashion, they just wanted him to be a little weirdo man. no, sorry, i'm The Oushirou Guy (tm) and i declare he's Gender.)

💌 for a snippet of a conversation we had.

(ngl i'm extremely brain empty, so i'm actually going repurpose and rewrite part of a prompt i did in... uh... 2012????? jfc i'm a selfshipping grandpa.)

“Kehe! What, are you afraid to show a bit of leg, sweetheart? You know I’ve already seen them before right?”

The door closes, and the red-head strides over to the bed and, with a grunt, plops himself down where Ro’s feet end under the covers.

“Doesn’t mean you just get to see 'em for free, you know! B'sides, if I ran around half-naked all the time I don't think it'd stay entertaining for long.”

“Oh, you doubt the power of a true pervert? Kuhihi~”

He begins to move, and Ro closes their eyes and tenses, preparing for the usual onslaught of wriggling fingers and wet, sloppy, gross kisses...

The weight on the bed shifts, and two warm arms wrap around their waist.

A quick kiss at the corner of their eye.

“…Did you get a lot of work done?”

Their shoulders relax, and a sigh escapes them as they look up into his face, much closer now than it was before. “Enough…I guess. It’s hard to say at this point.” The work of a freelancer is never done, after all.

“So then,” his hands slowly, gently travel up and down their arms, “how about a nice, relaxing, eight-to-ten-hour sleep break with me, hmm?” He moves his head to the crook of their neck, nuzzling into it. Ro brings one hand to his long hair and begins running their fingers through, the other rubbing his shoulders and back. “Just you, me, and this big ol’ comfy bed. Ah, and your pants-less legs, of course~!” He grins against their neck.

“As long as you don’t look at them, mister.”

“Oh c'mooooon, don’t pull the ‘mister’ thing on me right before bed! It makes me feel so oooold and formal. You’re so mean, sir.” He looks up from his comfortable neck-crook long enough to wipe a fake tear from his eye and pout at their serious face.

A few seconds pass, the two staring intensely at each other, before Ro huffs and breaks into a small smile. They lean forward and give Oushirou a light peck on the lips, and as they lean back to lie on the bed, his lips eagerly follow theirs, wanting more.

🎁 for a gift f/o has given s/i (or vice versa).

he travels all the time, all over the world, so he tries to bring back little trinkets from all of the places he's been. just tiny painted keepsakes. i keep them displayed on a shelf as a reminder of just how much he's been able to do, how far he's been able to go, and how many people he's met.

and while bringing back cooked food with him would be... difficult, he does sometimes bring back interesting recipes from those who are willing to share. when we meet up again, he buys some ingredients, borrows the kitchen, and cooks something to allow me to experience a small taste of the places he went to.

#man... looking back at my short-lived oushirou wife blog is so strange. i was writing prompts as far back as 11 years ago. wild.#i really should repurpose / rewrite some of these and post them here sometime. i have to change pronouns and names and whatnot...#and just update the writing style in general... but it'd be nice to have everything /here/.#(also my very first posts about oushirou-zombie-au-that-would-become-my-oc-mars aughhh so nostalgic. mars has come so far.)#📌 [ my posts. ]#[ asks. ]#📷 [ phantom hearts. ]#🐐 [ been up all night. ]#[ need to draw. ]#⭐ [ canon lore. ]#[ oomfies ; caitie. ]

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bejiu · 1 month ago

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"could you help me?" the words are out of his mouth before he gives himself a moment to think twice, far more overtly flirtatious than he ever intended to be in the moment. well, there's no taking back what's already been said; jiu just hopes he doesn't come off as a total creep even as he doubles down on his impulsive request. "i mean, i'm taking a wild guess right now that you're pretty flexible, athlete and all. maybe you could show me a thing or two." it would be too far to mention that it's specifically his lower body that needs work right now, wouldn't it? however truthful it may actually be, jiu thinks there's some things better left unsaid, left to the imagination of the other. judging by the way shouta has continued to resemble a rapidly ripening tomato, jiu's made the determination that his advances aren't exactly unwelcome.

he can't help the pleased smile that sprawls over his face like a lazy cat in a sunbeam as shouta's flusteredness becomes impossible to deny. he's probably hot to the touch, jiu realizes, as he's suddenly struck with the impulse to reach across to the other man. "give me your phone," he utters suddenly, then remembering his manners he quickly adds: "please."

"i'll give you my number so i can let you know my schedule this week. we're starting a new session soon so i haven't memorized it all yet. honestly, it's a great time of year to get into dance." does he make sure their flesh touches as the phone handoff is made? does he linger there a beat too long, just enough to seem intentional? does he type in his number and a winking kissy face emoji next to his name? absolutely, he does. "but you can drop in whenever you're free. you're probably busy too, with classes and helping my brother and all. just make sure you're not overworking yourself, that's how you'll get sick or hurt."

jiu will be honest: he loves the attention. he finds himself charmed by the younger man's reactivity, by the way he tries to cover up his excitement by bashfully holding himself back. what would he be like if he were comfortable alone with jiu? would he still flush and fluster, or would he banter back unashamedly? he's curious to find out, to get to know the other man better. maybe it's selfish and maybe his brother will hate it, but shouta certainly seems to be on board.

"or, wait, would you prefer private lessons?" he winks, and then laughs. "i'm sorry. honestly, it's fun to tease you. but please, yell at me if i'm going too far. i'm just assuming that you're having fun too."

numbers exchanged and apology given, jiu rises from his seat to take his own mug to the sink, the contents drained slowly throughout their conversation. "are you done? no rush if not, i just wanted an excuse to stand up for a minute. do you want a snack or anything before sungwoo gets here? i'm sure i can find something." again, he plays the role of the attentive host, opening cupboards until he finds a stash of protein bars and potato chips. "this is probably sungwoo's... think he'll kill me if i raid his snack stash?" he sends a sideways glance over to shouta along with a quirk of his brow and grin. "he won't get mad at you, you're a guest here, so don't worry about that."

maybe it's peculiar, but shouta's enjoyed getting small glimpses into the kim family's dynamic. through sungwoo, and now jiu, he's picked up on how much they love one another, and how they function as a supportive and loving household. it's clear to him that their mother has fostered a strong sense of kindness in them, one that reflects the golden quality of her own heart. from what he's learned, adoption isn't something taken lightly within south korea, and most of the time, families keep it a secret from their communities.

knowing that she so boldly voices her support for the process, as well as advocates for orphaned children, regardless of any backlash she may receive, is extremely commendable; noble, even. it makes him feel so warm knowing that sungwoo, jiu, and their other siblings have such a great role model to look up to. in a way, he looks up to her, too.

not only that, but they're all so hard-working, too. sungwoo is making huge strides in academics, and now that he's getting to know jiu a bit better, he's moved by how passionate he is about his art. hearing him talk so deeply about it makes him smile, his own energy affected—positively—by jiu's, even when his senior cracks jokes about his age. he was worried that this would be awkward before, but now, he's feeling a little more comfortable. thank goodness.

"nothing a little stretching can't fix," shouta acknowledges; not wanting him to lose hope, even though he realizes that jiu's quips aren't serious. "you'll be back at it at full-speed soon. your passion won't keep you down for long!" hopefully his words offer some level of comfort. he'd hate for it to seem like he's oversimplifying things.

however, just when that delicious sense of calm begins to swathe him, just when he's feeling relaxed, his composure's obliterated when the next words spoken are of a covertly complimentary nature. his eyes widen, and he swallows nervously. 'does this mean he's... no, no, that's just wishful thinking... but how else would he notice something like that... h—how my body looks? it's not like i wear super revealing clothes, so that must mean...' the panic, much to his chagrin, causes him to giggle; a visceral reaction he had no control over, and after it happens, he looks down towards his lap.

how embarrassing!

"i'm, um—... i'm okay, i guess!" he stutters as a response to his skills being highlighted, the heat in his face almost impossible to bear, and the fact that his limbs feel as though they've been electrified isn't exactly helping. though, what nearly KO's him is when jiu specifically offers him a free class in exchange for tissue bread; that devilishly handsome smile he ends his statement with punctuating it with effortless enchantment and allure. "i—i can do that, and i'd love that!" he utters, his excited tone a shift from his usually shy demeanor.

all shouta can hope now is that jiu doesn't regret proposing this idea, especially after witnessing how much of a loser he can be. "i'm a winger, so i gotta make sure my f—footwork is precise, and that i stay flexible and fast..." pausing to take a breath, he tries to relieve the tension he's feeling, but it's to no avail. "when is this class? j—just so i know when to have the bread ready!"

#p: flushed #shoutabe

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