#then realised how funny it was to imagine everything i said about him in max's voice

[steeloptic]

drawing every day: monochrome edition

days 111 - 120

previous | next

[issdisgrace]

Hi can i request a carlos sainz fic, smut preferably and top male reader. Maybe the reader being charles or max's brother and them meeting at the bar were some of the drivers celebrate after a race week, then maybe something funny like carlos realising he got his back bent by his rival/teammate.

Sorry if its to much! 😖 im just happy that theres a dom male reader blog that writes for f1 drivers :>

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

WARNINGS: religious references, blowjob, bareback, praise, idk its gay and horny what else can I say

You were like the forbidden fruit. You were his teammate’s older brother. He shouldn’t have wanted you in the way he did, but he couldn’t help it. Your low voice, smooth words, handsome face, tall stature drew him in like a moth to a flame. Maybe those same things were how he found himself on his knees in front of you, sucking your cock. Everything beforehand was blurry for Carlos, he couldn’t remember most of his time at the club where he and others were celebrating the recent race or the ride here to your hotel but he didn’t care. He wanted this so badly; he dreamt of this very moment. You looked better than he had ever imagined. The top buttons of your shirt unbutton, revealing your chest, a sheen of sweat on your forehead, pants pooling at your knees. You looked angelic to Carlos, no you looked godly. Yeah, that was correct. You were like a god among men and Carlos was your dutiful follower, worshiping your cock. Sucking and licking your cock with such precision that you would have sworn Carlos had done it thousands of time. 

While Carlos thought he had the best view, you would’ve argued that you had the better view. Carlos looked so fucking hot on his knees, hair sticking to his forehead, shirt clinging to his perfect body, cock straining against his pants desperately wanting some sort of simulation. Bringing your shoed foot up, you pressed it against his hard on. He rutted into it as he continued to suck you off. It was heaven for both of you and it wasn’t long after you started showing Carlos neglected cock attention that he came moaning around your cock. The vibrations sending you into bliss as well, spilling down his throat. Carlos happily milked you for everything you had, swallowing it eagerly. Once you came down from high, Carlos slowly pulled off your cock. 

Looking up at you, he thought you were the most gorgeous being in the world. You looked probably even better than before with a blissed out look on your face. Carlos smiled to himself as he rested against your thigh. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander, wondering how it would feel for you to fuck him. The mere thought making him hard again. Looking down at Carlos, you admire his gorgeous face, your hand coming up to gently brush his hair off of his forehead. You could definitely get used to this sight. Yes, you could, but there was another sight you would like to see that being what Carlos would look like speared on your cock. You could only imagine the sounds he would make. He would probably sound heavenly, hmm, most definitely.

“Round 2?”

“Please.” Carlos said, looking up at you with those big beautiful brown eyes. Even if you wanted to say no, you couldn’t. That look was too precious to say no to.

“Alright, get up.” He nodded as he slowly rose to his feet the pain from kneeling for so long now finally making itself know as well as the uncomfortable feeling of his cum in his boxer. He looked to you for the next direction.

“Undress.” You say as you start unbuttoning your shirt the rest of the way. Carlos nodded again, doing what you told him as you did the same thing. Now both naked, you gently held Carlos’ hips bring him into you, your lips locking with each other. Carlos hummed at the taste of liquor still on your lips. The taste was addicting just like everything about you. But all good things must come to an end and you pull away to allow both of you to catch your breaths. Gently pushing Carlos back onto the bed, you take in his body like you’re admiring a piece of art because that was truly was what he was. 

“Your so pretty, I can’t wait to devour you.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me. I want you so bad,” He whined, those puppy dog eyes on display once again.

“Can’t say no to that.” You say as you go over to your luggage, rummaging through it. Carlos wants to ask what you're looking for, but you soon pull out lube and condoms.

“No condoms, I want it raw. Want to feel all of you.”

“Ok, love.” Walking back over to the bed you join him on it. Kissing down his body, you get him as comfortable as you can be your squirt lube onto your fingers before gently toying with his hole. It’s been awhile since Carlos had done this. The anticipation is killing him, but he doesn’t have to wait long till your first finger is breaching his hole. It feels fucking amazing. He forgot how good this feels. You gently work him open words of praise spilling from your mouth. Telling how good he is, how good he’s being for you. Little noises making their way out of Carlos’s mouth as you add the second finger after he’s worked open enough. Those little noises make your ears perk up. You want here more of them, they sound so lovely. And by the time you’re slipping your third finger Carlos little noises have turned into full on whines as he begs you to fuck him. He doesn’t care if he’s not fully prepped to take your cock, he wants it to hurt, it wants to feel it tomorrow and the day after that. Because god knows if this is ever going to happen again. He wants to soak up as much of you and as much of this as he can to memory. He hopes this isn’t a onetime thing because he feels wonderful and he has no doubts you're enjoying yourself to, but he throws all thoughts of doubt at the window in favor of being in the moment. especially when you pull your fingers out of him. 

Finally, the main course, the thing Carlos has been eagerly waiting for. You take a moment to lube up your cock before placing yourself at his entrance and slowly start pushing into him. Carlos let out the sluttiest sound that he had let out all night as you push in. The stretch, the burning that accompanied it had Carlos leaking onto his stomach. Carlos immediately started fucking himself back on you as you fully seated yourself in him. He felt so full and he wanted you to absolutely destroy him. 

“That desperate already?” You laughed. Carlos felt his face heat up and he tries to hide his face with his hands. But you pull them away and pin them above his head as you start fucking into him. 

“Don’t hide your pretty face. I want to see all those little looks and hear all those little noises. You hear me.” Carlos nodded.

“Good.” You say, leaning down to kiss him. The kiss is rough, hungry, almost carnal, and Carlos loves it. It adds to the position he is in now, it adds to the roughness that are in your thrusts. It adds to everything, and it’s made even better as you start kissing down to his neck. Sucking hickies in it, if you were anyone else he would have pulled you off, but you were you and he wanted a visual reminder of this even if he had to pull out his makeup skills to cover them in the morning to not get the press all over him as he made his way home today. But that was a later him problem same with how he was going to get back to his hotel in the morning without being seen all marked up. His mind didn’t linger on these for long as you found his spot and started to abuse it. The loud almost porn star like moan Carlos involuntarily let out had his face heating back up and if it wasn’t for you holding his hands above his head, he would surely be covering it.

“You look divine.” You whisper in his ear as your hands lower to finally giving his poor aching cock some attention. Your hand were soft but at the same time had this roughness to them that made your movements feel heavenly like the feeling of your cock deep within him, abusing his prostate. Carlos was overwhelmed to say the least. With the way you were fucking him and the way you were jerking him off and the words of praise and encouragement spilling from your mouth. The culmination of everything that was happening/ had happened finally made him cum, spilling all over your hand. The smirk on your face as you speed up your pace now chasing your high. It didn’t take long for overstimulation to hit. It was so dizzying and so much that he couldn’t place a single word to how he felt. But it was certainly delectable. Delectable like how he imagined the forbidden fruit tasted. Yes, you were his ultimate forbidden fruit and there was no going back now that he had a taste of you. And you surely weren’t going back either now that you had a taste of your own forbidden fruit. Now there was truly no return as you filled Carlos to the brim. You were addicted well even more than you were before. You let out a sigh as you filled him. It felt right. You hoped it felt just as right to Carlos as it did to you. But I guess that is something you would learn later when you both were completely sober and had clearer heads untainted by lust. As you begin to soften, you pull out and lie next to Carlos. Despite both of you being hot and sweaty, you pulled him into you, giving him a kiss on the forehead. You stayed like that, holding him for a bit before you got up to run a bath for the two of you. The bath was serene and blissful as you cleaned the two of you up, allowing Carlos to just relax and be taken care of. No worries in sight for now, all of those being future Carlos’s problem.

After a morning of some gut spilling and a lot of heart spilling. Carlos happily made his way back to his hotel in some clothes that you had lent him with plans to meet up when you both were back in Monaco. As he was waiting for the elevator, he heard Charles greet him from behind, patting him on the shoulder. Carlos felt his heart drop into his stomach. He shook it off quickly and greeted him, trying to pretend everything was normal and he didn’t get his guts rearranged by his brother last night or had hickies from him on his neck. 

“Where did you disappear last night? I was looking for you?” Carlos stayed silent as he thought of an excuse, but Charles noticed the hickies on his neck. A smile spreading on his face.

“Got lucky last night, huh?”

“Yeah.” He said, avoiding eye contact. He wouldn’t have been embarrassed if it was with anyone else but this was different. It was scandalous to say the least, fucking your best friend and teammates older brother. Yeah that didn’t go over with most people and right now Carlos didn’t want to find out if it would go over to Charles.

[content-d3leted]

Here's some random terrible sketches I've done throughout the past 3 months that each took me less than 2 minutes to create because I'm lazy!! It's more about the...essence of what the image conveys rather than the art itself lol

I love how yellow the show is. Maybe it's just because my phone screen is made to see everything through a warm-ish filter, but certain series (especially s4) just have such a yellowy vibe to it...I have no idea why, but I love it so much

Also I love how in series 1 whenever Justin sat on the sofa, Robert always wanted to sit squished between him and the armrest so they were directly next to eachother, it's so CUTE!

(ignore the poor quality of the screenshot) LOOK AT ROBERTS FACE. HE IS ENJOYING IT. HE IS CONTENT. HE JUST WANTS TO BE CLOSE TO HIS BESTIE!! It's so sad that they got rid of this little thing he always did, I wonder what happened that made Robert stop?!?! Maybe he eventually realised that Justin found it annoying (except I'm pretty sure J secretly thought it was sweet) lol

Ngl series 1 had some of the most hilarious moments of the entire show in there. One of my favourites is in 'Suits you' (I think that's its name, it's episode 7 I think) when Robert has the conversation with Dee that goes something like-

R:" Sir is having a bath."

D:"Oh, well I can't give him the paper in the bath!"

R:"No.."

D:"The paper will get all soggy!"

R:"..............yes"

THE WAY HE SAYS THAT LAST LINE ABSOLUTELY KILLS ME ITS SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

AND THEN AFTERWARDS WHEN DEE MAKES THAT RUBBISH JOKE AND ROBERT MAKES THE FAKE LAUGHING AUDIO PLAY. AND YOU JUST SEE THE LIGHT FADING FROM HER EYES. THE CORNERS OF HER MOUTH SLOWLY FLATTENING. LIKE NO ROBERT YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO SLOWLY CRUSH THE JOY FROM THIS POOR WOMAN BECAUSE OF A BAD JOKE.

And also there was such a sweet moment in the blocked pipe episode, when Robert was going into the basement to check for the pipe, and after doing his (unbearably cringe) 'Robert the brave' lines, he said "and Sir.........I'll miss you!" THE WAY HE SAID AND ACTED WHEN DOING THAT WAS SO CUTE. HE MUST REALLY LIKE JUSTIN TO MISS BEING AWAY FROM HIM FOR 30 SECONDS MAX. And Justin's fake annoyance afterwards was so funny too because I know that deep inside he thought that was adorable

Its kinda sad at how little Robert thinks of himself when it comes to his relationship with Justin. For example in the Roberta episode, he is literally on the brink of leaving the house forever?!?! Just because Justin bought a new robot to HELP him! He really believes that their friendship is just gone like that because of his..jealousy I suppose? Same in the Justi Moment episode (literal copy and paste episode), where he is on the verge of tears because Justin, yet again, bought a robot to help him out! I suppose Robert truly does believe sometimes that he is only fantasising of having a good relationship with J, and that Justin doesn't reciprocate those feelings (which is obviously not true).

Mac's first episode is so heartbreaking though. The fact that Justin did not stop a single time to consider the consequences of leaving his literal family for a couple of years is so sad. And Robert's little monologue bit was so tragic :( , but imagine what it would of been like if Justin actually didn't return for a couple of years, and how devastated Robert would of been. I wonder how he'd react to Justin coming back after so long?? He'd probably never want to see him again after that tbf. Also I do wonder why Robert was so nervous and awkward about meeting Mac for the first time, since he's never been known to do it before when meeting other newcomers. The poor guy was clinging on to Meradith for dear life in some scenes!

It's quite interesting that Robert canoniclly has a physical disability with his right foot coordinator (I think that's what it is, cant remember the exact thing) being faulty so sometimes he'll mess up with walking. Also quite interesting that robots can HAVE physical disabilities. Surely their parts can be replaced or fixed? I wonder why Robert never decided to fix it, perhaps because he didn't think it was important enough? Although I'm pretty sure it does affect him, since multiple times throughout the show he's shown to have a travelling cane of some sorts, meaning he literally needs a walking stick to get around sometimes- so it must be an annoying thing to have. Maybe he's worried about having an operation on his leg? Actually now that I think about it, coordination takes place in the brain, so maybe he's unable to fix it because of that (because I'm pretty sure messing with someone's brain is....not the greatest thing lol)

I'm so tired abdiejdeodnkdslsnjwls

[sennaverstappendiary]

miami grand prix ✩ 07.05.2023

OHH… oh biami my absolute absolute beloved 🥺🥺🌷🌷💕💕🤧🤧 how i love you so so much 💍💍‼️‼️ oughh… miami 2023 😳😳 you will always be famous to me… 🗣️🗣️🗣️

leading up to the race, i was so fucking scared & also so fucking excited to watch it, because as you might remember, this is when checo was almost leading the championship and bragging about it to the media 🙄🙄 very very funny looking back but i knew it from the moment baku ended: i need it to be next week. i need to see max slay again. 🤭🤭🤭 AND OH. OH SLAY HE DID. max cuntstappen is BACK yall 🤤🤤🤤

so, starting with quali (because i did not watch free practice), i remember this was the first time i watched with my now ex upstairs, in my brothers room 🥰 it was VERY VERY late in the netherlands at this point, like around 11 pm? it was very late for me and my sleep schedule at least 🥹 as i’m writing this it seems EARLY… woah… 😵‍💫😵‍💫 as you know: qualifying was fucking crazy. i was there, on his bed, praying man literally praying for everything to go right😬😬😬… THIS WAS ACTUALLY THE QUALIFYING TO MAKE ME VOW TO NEVER EVER MAKE FUN OF A MERC EXITING BEFORE Q3 EVER AGAIN. the fucking instant karma. SMACK IN DA FACE… 😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵💔💔💔💔💔💔. needless to say i was very very upset and it was #joever between me and charles for a whole 7 hours (while i slept) 😭😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️‼️

my brother came back from his long holiday trip 2 hours before race start (within said trip i had turned from a casual f1 enjoyer to a complete autistic STAN… i wonder how he felt about that LMFAO 🤣🤣🤣 imagine leaving ur sibling knowing more about a sport, coming back two weeks later and realising said sibling now is obsessed w said sport IM GOING CRAZYY 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💯💯💯💯) and i could NOT wake his ass up in time for the race. GOOD FOR HIM‼️‼️‼️😭😭🌷🌷

GOOD GRIEF. i decided to watch it w my papa downstairs :3 yay‼️ he told me to fucking breathe during the warmup lap (this will be a common occurrence for him. i literally go rigid). lights out 💡… i scream … i cry … i see max verstappen serve cunt like ive NEVER EVER seen before i go genuinely insane. i start screaming at da tv when he does that DOUBLE FUCKING OVERTAKE 😵😵😵💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 it was so fucking joever for checo atp HOLY shit. my dad looked at me like ‘did u see that lmfao’ and im p sure i teared up like YEAH I SAW THAT 😁😁😁😁🙏🙏🙏 whoah.

but of course. the moment that turned me from a max enjoyer to a max defender, to a max ride or die, was the pointing at that fucking one on his car. i was watching like 😳😳😳😳😮😮😮😮😲😲😲😲😲😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 LIKE YESS SYES YES. GENUINELY ONE OF MY FAV MOMENTS THIS SEASON IT WAS SOSOSOSOSOSO GOOD OH MY GOD I THINK I DIEDED 😵😵😵💓💗💓💞💕💘💖💘💕💞💗 HE DID THAT!!! HE FUCKING DID THAT!!!! my dad just laughed bc we had ALL been laughing at the media shit checo had been saying (for good reasons) IT TOOK ME TWO HOURS TO CALM DOWN JFHEIDHJDHS 💥💥💥💥💥 it was so so good. thank you biami.

max took miami and never looked back. in my personal life: this is when i started going back to uni again. i also took that shit and never looked back :,) 🪞 wherever i go… 💕💞💕💗💖🌷

✩ song of the race: i want to be your boyfriend - hot freaks

another song of hot freaks i really enjoy, and seems fitting for how this race def made me fall in love with both f1 and max LOL

[misiwrites]

4KINGDOMS RE-READ ADVENTURE & LORE POST part 2

the adventure continues

~*~*~

Chapter 5: rei having a bad time now in HD from max's point of view, and takao finds out he's supposed to be a magical boy with a pet dragon

oh-so-funny how i have a bit of the previous chapter from a second PoV. i don't do that very often, but it works here. i think. maybe. there are several funny as fuck moments in there, like max thinking flattery would work on rei and then rei doesn't get it at all, and the best line is max going "Holy crap. Now he was coming after me." at rei chasing him, ah, the beginning of an epic romance right there.

rei is so cute, apologising to max for being rude. rei why you so cute. and then he's laughing about being silly. that was a very cute scene. i'm swooning at my own reimaxes again

the four are together just by themselves for the first time. i always meant it to be a special time, but i don't know if i've made that clear enough ever since. like they feel a special connection when it's JUST the four of them. and max going - a line that i like alert!

These are the people I share the same fate with, I thought.

mm hmm. yes.

max refers several times to having seen photos of rei. but rei's made it sound like nobody's ever supposed to know what he looks like. now i have no idea what my thought process there was. i guess max has king privileges that allow him to see photos of the byakko-ou. gay privileges for future boyfriend i mean what

max here mentions the mandate of heaven during the official coronation, which i took from 12kingdoms, and then forgot ever since i think. in 12kingdoms it was a thing between the king and their special unicorn fella, which is the position i pretty much intended the knights to take in 4kingdoms. but. well. then it's just kind of never mentioned again. /quietly takes note

Re: Chapter 5 - THE LORE! CARDINAL DIRECTIONS!

since north, east, south and west are reserved for the country names, i had to come up with a different way to refer to the geographical directions in-universe. so everything is upper, right, lower and left instead. at first it sounded extremely silly even to myself, but i got used to it. fake it till you make it, said the fantasy author making up stupid shit.

~*~*~

Chapter 6: a tour around the snow glory palace, and a wild hiwatari souichirou appears

wow this early story is very rei-heavy isn't it. in the beginning, rei here says that ralf looks embarrassed… hmm… embarrassed ralf………. can you imagine

this:

“I demand an explanation right now!” “There there, chill out,” Genbu-ou's knight tried to shush him, “maybe take it easy and have a cookie, Seiryuu-ousama…” “The name’s Takao!” he bellowed in response. “I'm not some random nameless king who doesn't deserve to – know – anything!” (But he did move back to the table and grab the cookie that the knight was offering. I had never seen anyone eat something so angrily before.)

wow

this is the last chapter (so far) with johnny in it. so relish in sir johnny mcgregor's grand existence, everyone. and his, like, 2 lines total

another funny detail. rei being confused that nobody takes their shoes off in snow glory. i know right but you take your shoes off in tiger maple like once in this story, rei.

another detail that killed me:

Seiryuu-ou was now wearing a thick cloak of fur that honestly looked comically big on him; it made him look like a fat, hairy animal, and Ralf had to hold the hem up to keep it from sweeping the floors like an enormous mop.

MADE HIM LOOK LIKE WHAT

i think i maybe should have looked at these descriptions of snow glory like. even once after writing them. mm. well. you know. i'm looking now

it's cute that judy hugs takao before he leaves. aw.

Re: Chapter 6 - THE LORE! THE KINGS ARE CALLED WHAT NOW?

i realise, one lore aspect that i overlook myself maybe the most is the king titles. what is this seiryuu-ou, suzaku-ou and all other shit, you maybe wonder. "ou" simply means king, and i took the naming idea from, again, 12kingdoms, where they are named after the countries, so the main character is the kei-ou because she's the king of kei. it's not used SUPER much there but i snatched it and ran with it and never looked back. ("ou" is my preferred romanisation, but it's also regularly spelled "oh". it's the same word in yu-gi-oh. that's yuugi-ou, game king.)

~*~*~

Chapter 7: takao's cold ride home

only the second takao chapter. because the beginning was so rei-heavy. weird

takao calls griffolyon a chicken.

takao saying he's never cared about plants much, well surprise motherfucker you have plant magic. no wonder he's so disappointed in his powers

and takao being like, "i tried really hard to remember literally anything about my own country, but all i could think about was kai" welcome to the rest of your life.

it was a short chapter. you finally get more takao and then it's just this little turd and then it's back to rei again. i guess it's because this entire fic only exists because i started writing rei's PoV, he was really the main guy at first.

Re: Chapter 7 - THE LORE! THE MANSIONS!

the mansions are a never-ending source of worldbuilding fodder. there's a lot that actively goes into them while i'm writing. here's the basic building blocks of them: the mansions are based on the astronomy side of the four symbols. actually i kind of can't explain it in any way that makes sense. have a wikipedia

and these are the mansion names. as you can see, i only kept the west the same as they are here in romanised mandarin (i think it's mandarin. IS IT). for eastern mansions, i used the japanese kun'yomi readings. for the south, japanese on'yomi readings. and for the north, katakana readings of the english translations. i placed the mansions on my map rather arbitrarily, some are easy since they actually describe parts of the symbols, but then the rest is just pffft i dunno, i be bullshitting.

~*~*~

Chapter 8: rei drinks a hot chocolate just because he can't admit to max he doesn't like it

unicolyon apparently hates night. noted, you gay horse.

this is a really nice chapter actually, rei and max just talking to each other and rei asking if max likes being a king. and max is all honest like YEAH I LIKE EVERYONE LIKING ME! and rei's response is to wonder why his own life is such shit in comparison. a line that i like alert:

“I can tell you don’t feel the same. But I believe that, as a king chosen by one of the four holy beasts, you have the power to bring change to the things you aren’t happy with. Think about it – you're the greatest being in your country, Rei.”

that's max calling rei by first name for the firs time. a special little moment. this too, i like:

But why was it that Seiryuu-ou could remain true to himself, as an individual who carried his birth name, and always speak his mind and still be adored by everyone; why was it that the person now sitting opposite me could happily live as Genbu-ou and still be so full of life, still be this dazzling?

this was actually a really good little chapter. i liked it a lot. i feel much love for my byakko-ou rei.

Re: Chapter 8 - THE LORE! THE FOUR KINGDOMS VS. THE REAL WORLD!

the kingdoms are a mishmash of things i randomly pick to feature from countries that correspond the main boys and majestics, so east is primarily japan+germany, south is russia+britain, west is china+france and north is america+italy but north also gets a northern europe influence because of the snow. the south also gets some arabic influence for the environment and so on. the west has a bit of korea in it (both north and south) and for the east, i've used some vietnamese influence actually. some chapter mentioned the south having siestas so that's also kind of a spanish touch. really, when i see a cool thing i'll just take it.

[thisnoodlewritesao3]

When He Saw You | Tsukishima Kei/Reader

Okay, so this is a little cringe-y but I love it. I kinda want to know whether I should turn it into a more fulfilled story or if I should just leave it as is - let me know!

This has been cross-posted on my AO3 (for more stories, check me out, ThisNoodleWrites

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Reader, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Haiba Lev, Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto Koutarou

Word Count: 2199

Warnings: none other than fluff

Summary: Kei had never been interested in someone before, let alone a girl. Until he saw you.

---------

When Kei first saw you, you were yelling thank you at Lev Haiba, he had caught you by your bag just as you came tumbling to the ground because of the weight of your bags. There was such a size difference between you that it was funny, next to him you looked like a child on your first day of school. Awe-struck and mouth agape as you looked around at everyone, stabilizing yourself by spreading your legs a little wider. When he first saw you his heart fluttered for the first time.

From what he could hear, you were from the photography club and had asked to come along and take pictures for your assignment, promising to make posters promoting every school's volleyball club. They had excitedly agreed to let you come along to the training camp.

He was busy talking to Yamaguchi when you appeared beside them, quickly snapping shots of them. They both looked at you a little shocked and you burst into an explanation, “I’m just taking ones that you can keep for memories or something! I can delete them if you want.” Throughout your whole speech you had your eyes closed.

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a gentle blush dusting your cheeks, mouth agape. He looked away from you and rubbed his face with the back of his hand, trying to hide the redness on his cheeks.

“L/N F/N.” You shot out your hand introducing yourself in a quiet voice. Were you actually nervous or was he just imagining it? He took your hand, noting the differences between them, his calloused hands relished in the softness of your skin.

“Tsukishima Kei.” He replied. The two of you stood holding your hands, pulling back as Yamaguchi cleared his throat and introduced himself.

You bit your lip as you looked around, ushering them to follow you as you positioned them in front of a cliff, the sun shining low in the sky and giving them an angelic glow. The shutters went, capturing the moment and Kei’s heart. There was an intense passion in your eyes that sparked a fire in him. Your eyes lingered on the pictures before running over to them.

Like a puppy showing off her new toy, you scrolled through the pictures, explaining your thought process to them - no, to him, you only briefly glanced at Yamaguchi, but your eyes would shoot back to Kei with such persistence.

Oh, how he would fall for you piece by piece without either of you being aware.

________________________________

The second time Kei saw you was the second day of training. As balls flew around the court, so did you, expertly dodging and dipping with ease, snapping shots of each team during intense moments of action. You were wearing a black tennis skirt, knee high socks partially covered by black knee pads so you could keep up with them without damaging yourself. A plain white t-shirt and a black jacket covered the majority of your upper half, but your sleeves were rolled up. Only a few times did you stop at the sidelines to grab a drink.

He couldn’t get enough of you, making sure to give it his all when rolled over to their side. You adjusted the settings on your camera, swerving out of the way just in time as a ball came flying at you. Every time you took a picture for a different team, you would swap the cards and swoop in just at the right moment. It was like you knew what was going to happen.

When they had to do sprints to the top of the hill, you were waiting at the top, capturing the moment once again. Cheering them on.

At some point you had disappeared leaving behind an emptiness in Kei’s heart that he didn’t know was possible.

Little did he know, you would return later in the day to capture some of the training. A sadness swelled in your heart when you couldn’t see him but you brushed it off and kept doing what you came here to do.

The whole time you knew they were putting in just a little extra effort because you were there, it was nice but you couldn’t help the small frown on your lips.

When you were walking back towards your room, you caught sight of Kei coming out of the bathroom, his hair just a little wet and making you blush. He turned and saw you staring, blushing again. You just waved before running off.

He wished he could tell what you were thinking. You didn’t act like this in front of anyone else, from what he could see, so why him of all people?

The next day when Kuroo and Bokuto stopped to ask him to help them with blocking, you were the first thought on his mind. He bit the bullet and asked Kuroo, “is L/N always so shy with new people?”

It was such a strange question that it caught Kuroo off guard, but the older man chuckled and shrugged. Lev was the one to speak up considering he was in your class, “you mean F/N?” Kei nodded. “No, she’s always super outgoing. She terrified Kenma when he first met her.” Lev laughed at the memory.

“Oh.” That was the only thing he could manage to say.

“Why? Is she acting shy with you?” Lev tilted his head.

Kei went to speak but he was stopped by a soft voice, “I don’t think I’m acting shy.” He was surprised to see you grinning behind him. “If you’re going to practice with them, can I get some shots?” You waved your camera and he quickly agreed.

The practice session was cut short when Kuroo made a comment comparing Kei and Hinata; it made him feel such shame, he had everything that Hinata and yet he could never seem to be better than the shrimp.

He stormed away from the group. Worry painted your face as you followed him out, managing to keep his pace as he stormed back towards his room. You didn’t dare speak - you weren’t scared, just worried that you might upset him more.

When he turned around, realising that he had forgotten his knee pads, you followed. He wasn’t annoyed by your presence, quite the opposite actually, but he couldn’t help the glare that formed in his eyes. You hummed to yourself, never getting more than two paces behind him before you jogged back to his side. Even when he put on his headphones you didn’t get offended, only slipped on yours and smiled.

He was thankful for your company even if he didn’t say it.

________________________________

The next time Kei saw you was different. You weren’t wearing your typical clothes that gave you the advantage of moving with them at an alarming speed, you were sitting in the common room wrapped in a blanket, stretching your back and sighing. The only source of light was your laptop; so this is why you normally looked tired, you’d stay up late editing the photos. Your head swayed with the music, full concentration.

Kei walked up to you, almost nervous at being alone with you. “You really shouldn’t stay up this late.” He lifted one of your headphones off your head and caused you to squeal. He smirked at the noise and released it, smacking against your head.

“You’re one to talk, at least I have something to do this late.” You sighed and pushed off your headphones, pausing the music that blasted out of them.

“No comment.” He retorted and pulled up a chair next to you.

You sat in silence for a moment, flicking through pictures until you reached the Karasuno team. You turned your laptop to face him, “can you spare me, like, 10 minutes of your time?”

“Obviously not, can’t you see how busy I am.” Sarcasm dripped from his tongue and you laughed.

“Oh, so sorry, I guess I’ll just keep all the embarrassing photos of you.”

He forced the laptop back in front of him, flicking through the pictures at a vicious rate. You had them all filed and labelled, it was funny considering how aloof and clumsy you were without that handy camera of yours. He cringed at the photos of himself, to him they were all terrible. He wanted to delete them all. He landed on one of him blocking a ball, something about the determination in his eyes made your heart twinge until he moved to delete it.

“Nope!” You snatched it away from him.

“How could you take good pictures of everyone else?” Kei sighed, not bothering to try and snatch it back.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head and gently put the laptop back on the table.

“I just look so…”

“Stupid?”

“That’s bullying.”

“It would be bullying if I meant it,” you shrugged and scrolled through some of the pictures, eventually landing the one you’d taken when you first met him - before you’d posed him, before you’d even said hello, just acting on your own accord - you smiled at it, turning the laptop back to him, “this is my favourite picture.” Kei blushed. He looked neither good nor bad, there was nothing amazing about it, it was just his face along with Yamaguchi’s, so why would that be your favourite? “Everyone always gets so animated when there’s a camera around, even if they don’t know it, they’re stiff. But you knew and yet you were so calm, relaxed, it was nice. I could have not been there and the only difference would be that this picture wouldn’t exist.” You pointed out, something twinkling in your eyes that he couldn’t place.

“That’s pretty cringe-y.” He hid his excitement, laughing at your mock pain.

“You’re pretty,” you paused, trying to gauge his reaction. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated to the max, he was flushed completely red. He choked in response to the sudden compliment.

“I- uh… I better go to bed.” Kei stood up quickly, hoping you couldn’t hear how his heart pounded in his chest. “And so should you.”

You saluted him, shutting off your laptop and packing up your things, “aye aye, captain.”

He walked away, the wind knocked from his lungs.

You were a mystery to him. And, luckily for you, he loved mysteries.

________________________________

When Kei last saw you, they were getting ready to head back home on the coach. You’d pulled everyone in together for a group picture, despite some disagreements, you managed to snag the picture and cheered loudly.

You ran around, saying your goodbyes to everyone who wasn’t in Nekoma, saving Kei and Yamaguchi for last. There was a nervousness on your face as you approached the two. You greeted Yamaguchi, who started heading towards the coach, leaving you and Kei.

There was a comfortable silence until you finally met his eyes, “could I have your number and/or email?” You asked. He was taken aback by your sudden confidence.

“W-why?” He stuttered.

“Well, mostly so I can send you the photos for Karasuno, you seemed like the most reliable, but if you don’t want to I can just go ask-” you turned around and looked towards Daichi, but Kei called out to stop you.

“You can have them.” He blurted, hiding his excitement with a soft smirk.

“Oh! Thank you,” you pulled out your phone and swapped details with him.

“What did you mean by mostly?”

“Hmm?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb.” He rolled his eyes and you scratched the back of your head, laughing.

“You got me.” You shuffled your feet. “It was mostly so I could send you the picture and partly because…” you paused, meeting his eyes again, “because I want to talk to you more.”

Kei blushed again, nodding. Somehow you always made him feel like a school-boy with his first crush. He never knew the right words to say to you; over and over again he wracked his brain trying to figure out your motives. It hadn’t crossed his mind that you simply didn’t have any.

“I see.”

“With those glasses, I’m sure you do.” You laughed when he shot you a soft glare.

“I’m not very good at replying.” He admitted, although it was only a half truth, he rarely received messages from people so he had no reason to reply.

“I’m not very good at not spam messaging, so you better reply.”

“Are you always this annoying?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would, actually.”

Now it was your turn to blush before quickly retorting, “learn how to reply fast and you might just find out.”

His teammates calling out his name pulled him from your conversation, he sighed and waved goodbye to you. He was almost sad until you waved with such joy that his heart grew warm.

________________________________

When he first saw you, he thought he’d only get the chance to admire you from afar. And while that was almost true, you’d been admiring him too. He’d never been more happy to have his picture taken right alongside his heart. For his little photographer, he was thankful.

[2018shawn]

newborn???

I’m soft for dad!Tom atm so how about surprising him that you’re pregnant by giving him a mini Spider-Man suit. 🥺🥺🥺

a/n: I can’t believe how much I’m writing am I feeling OkAyY??? I really loved this request so THANK U I also really enjoyed writing this and think it may be one of my favourite things ever wieghnksd thank u to @shawnsmoose​ for putting up with me annoying her 

a/n 2.0: can we also appreciate the ending bc I feel it is true tom style ... caring ... but not necessary 

warnings: the teeniest tiniest talk of smut until Tom does a tom. swearing I think?? maybe??? fluff???? TESSA. BABIES. HAPPY BYE 

You sighed, looking at the ridiculously big clock on the wall opposite you. 6pm; Still at least another hour until Tom got home and that’s with the best of traffic. Straightening the table runner yet again, you brushed over it with your hands to remove any creases before moving on to straightening the cutlery. It was funny, really; that you thought cooking tom’s favourite dinner would somehow soften the blow of the news you had to break to him.

Okay, you said aloud to yourself, stepping back with your hands on your hips to admire your - if you say so yourself – perfect display. Checking under your seat where you always sat, you made sure the small gift bag was there, just in case you’d dreamt putting it there, nodding to yourself when you saw it sat waiting. Might as well make a start on the vegetables.

In the kitchen, you played some soft music to calm your nerves. You stood in the door of the refrigerator, the light hitting you as you squinted at the half-finished bottle of white wine which was screaming your name. It’s gonna be a long 9 months. Sighing as you grabbed the peach lemonade instead; you flipped it towards the counter, feeling super impressed with yourself when it landed upright. Tom and Jake would never, you thought, laughing to yourself as you recalled their excitement on the plane when they managed to get it in the cup holder in one go.

It was safe to say, after one and a half months of him filming in a completely different country, you were ready for him to return as even the pictures on the walls were rolling their eyes at you talking to yourself. Your phone pinged, and you pulled it from your back pocket before it had even stopped vibrating.

Traffic ain’t too bad. See you soon, baby girl 🥺🏡💛

Can’t wait, roastie’s are in the oven and beers in the fridge 🐷🍺

Marry me? 💛💛💛

You giggled as you were about to shove your phone back in your pocket, another vibration forcing you to open your phone screen again.

Actually, that’s not even a question. You will marry me 🍑😈

“Oh honey, I’m homeeeeee!” He sang, and you heard his suitcase roll across the hard hallway floor before it stopped, assumingly being propped up at the bottom of the stairs. You’d missed his goofy ways, he annoyingly loud voice, his warm hugs.

He practically ran into the kitchen, hitting the breaks when he saw you heading towards his direction. “HI,” he screamed, actually running up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You think he almost knocked you over, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that to happen. Holding you close, he made a super squishy noise as he bear hugged you, lifting you off the ground.

“Hi, baby” You giggled, pulling your head away, your chests still touching, and arms still tangled around each other.

His lips came crashing down, eager to feel you, touch you, taste you. He’d missed you more than he’d let on since he’d been away. He knew you struggled being alone for such a long period of time, so he took it upon himself to be the stronger one, insisting that it wasn’t long until he’d be home and you’re in his arms. He, of course, felt even possibly worse than you did, wanting nothing more to be home with you, to make sure you’re safe. He’d be lying if he said his brothers coming around to borrow his computer shit was all coincidental.

He tasted of a mixture of mento’s, the mint ones, and cherry pepsi max and it felt infectious. He hummed into your lips as your fingers found their way into his bouncy hair and his fingers curled into your waist, almost like he was checking you were actually real. “How long do we have until dinner’s ready?” He smirked, nudging your nose with his.

On cue, the timer on the oven starting a repetitive beep and he groaned, pouting his bottom lip out like a little kid when you walked away, swaying your hips with an extra bounce. He tried distracting you as you dished up your meal, which was the last thing he wanted to eat with you stood in front of him. “Tom, I need to talk to you first, remember.”

“Yeah, but we could also talk after?” His arms were wrapped around your waist as you spooned the vegetable on his overloaded plate; you were definitely a feeder. You swatted his arm away as he tried to steal a roast potato, which were of course covered in your secret seasoning. He managed to sneak one, groaning and whistling out loud when he realised it was far too hot for consumption. Raising your eyebrows, you scowled him as if to say I told you so.

To say he was more interested in tasting you than tasting his dinner, it wasn’t on his plate for longer than 7 minutes, approx, washing the whole thing down with the rest of his beer. He joked that he’d finished filming now, meaning there was room for more food without a strict diet for once.

“So, you wanted to talk?” He asked, leaning back in his chair as he patted at his stomach. Oh the irony.

“Uh, yeh…” you shuffled in your seat, palms feeling sweaty and throat going a little dry, “I got you something.”

You started to bend down, to retrieve your gift from under the table but he slid back in his chair, causing a screech across the wooden floor, “OOOO, NO. I got YOU something!”

“No, Tom, can it…” he was already out the door heading to his suitcase before you could finish, leaving you to finish your sentence, “… wait.”

He came back through, holding a tiny bag, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. “There was this little store and I knew you’d love it, because you like silver jewellery, so I got this made.” He shoved it in your hands, pulling the seat out and sitting next to you, instead of in his normal seat opposite. Your heart warmed at his thoughtful gift, although you had to chew at your lip as your nerves built. Inside was a little box, wrapped in a delicate white ribbon, with assumingly the company name’s initials embossed onto the front. It was like he was watching you open a Christmas present, spilling tails of how he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s got you yet and if you don’t wear it, he will. Your lips parted as you opened the lid, the silver bangle shining up at you. Wrapped around were three separate charms; two T’s, and your own initial. “Because we’re like a little family, right? And I wanted to be with you, and you…” he laughed as he stroked Tessa who was sat under his feet, “even if I’m physically not.”

You weren’t soft, by any stretch of the imagination, but something about tom made you feel like jelly and melt like butter. “I bloody love you, you idiot.” You beamed, “it’s beautiful, thank you.” You couldn’t help but note how there may soon need to be another initial on there, panicking as you played his words over in your mind. We’re like a little family. What if what you’re about to tell him is going to ruin everything? What if he doesn’t want it? What if he doesn’t want you?

“So… my turn now,” he smiled, fluttering his eyelashes at you. You sighed heavily. Here goes nothing. Reaching under your chair, his eyebrows raised with an impressed glow at your organisation, much different to his presentation. He furrowed his eyebrows, hands reaching out for the small, brown gift bag, clinching his fingers back and forth like a little kid himself.

If he thought you opened your present slowly, boy, did he wanna be in your shoes right now. He fought with the white tissue paper you’d wrapped the small item in, muttering to himself as he eventually just ragged it out and threw it behind him, tessa immediately jumping to it and running around with it in her mouth like the proudest dog in the world.

The pattern of the item was familiar to him - how could it not be? The red and blue suit, with black lines decorating the majority, was exceptionally smaller compared to the one he wore on set. His face was scrunched up in confusion, “you know I can just get one that fits me right?”

“It’s not meant to fit you,” you rolled your eyes, reaching over and turning over the size tag that was still attached.

“First size/newborn” he whispered to himself, “newborn...”

He sat for about 10 seconds in silence, and it killed you, because it felt like 10 hours. His eyes finally snapped up to meat your worried overwatch, “NEWBORN?!”

Excitingly repeating the word, he pointed at the small baby grow “newborn?”

Then to his (in true Tom style) his penis, “newborn?”

And then finally to your lower stomach, “newborn?”

You nodded, bringing your lips together into a thin line as you let him digest the news. He grabbed the small sleepsuit, clutching it in his hand as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to never let go. “I didn’t know if you wanted this yet, and I understand if you’re not ready, and we can talk, but I really think I...”

He pulled you back, a hand on each shoulder, resting his forehead against yours. “Y/N, this is the best fucking this to ever happen to me, to us. Thank you so much...” your eyes filled up, just as his did, only yours was with relief. You’d never considered getting rid of the baby, and hoped Tom didn’t want to either, but you did come to accept that he might not be ready.

“I think I should thank you, it’s you that looked really hot at the premiere. And it’s also you that didn’t pull out quick enough, evidently” You giggled, and he laughed too, using his thumbs to wipe the tears that were only just escaping your eyes.

“You looked hot too.” He stated, giving you a peck on the lips. “How long have you known?”

“About a week, I knew your dumb ass would fly home and ruin filming for something that’s the size of a blueberry.”

“Oh my god, we got a baby blueberryyyy” he grinned, his hand coming down to rest on your stomach.

“I mean, yeh, but at the minute all you’ll feel is just roast potatoes in there”

Tucked up in bed, you rested on his chest, his fingers drawing random patterns on your side as you leant into him. “Are we really.. gonna do this?” You stuttered out, feeling his lips press to the top of your head.

He adjusted so you shuffled gently onto your back, rolling himself on top of you, leaning on his forearms to be careful not to crush you, and your blueberry. “I wouldn’t ever force you to keep it... him... her? Baby berry?... But I know you’re just scared. And I am too but that’s ok.” He pressed loving kisses to your tingling lips between each set of words as your hands toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I mean, we were gonna have one eventually.”

“We were?” You smirked, interested to hear more.

“Mhmmm...” he hummed, moving his lips from your mouth and across your jaw, eventually ending up at the delicate skin on your neck as he spoke, “I think 3. 1 boy, 1 girl, 1 blueberry...” Your laugh filled the room at not only his tom-ness, but the way his breath tickled your neck as he spoke. “In a big house, and another tessa, maybe a couple more chickens because my kids are gonna love dippy egg and soldiers.”

His tongue lapped the areas his teeth were nibbling, swapping his needy, harsh touch for a more gentle approach. You groaned into him, back arching as he grazed all your sensitive spots, his hands running up your t shirt and cupping your breast. You moaned his name into him, with nothing but love filling the word.

Your nipples grew hard between his fingers as he toyed with you, barely noticing how he was moving around on top of you, reaching over to the bedside drawer and rummaging through.

“Tom, what on Earth are you doing?” You laughed.

“Getting a condom?

[kazledazzel]

“Are you ready?” - Kitty (ask from @lucian-evander)

It was Rafael Lightwood Bane’s birthday, and Ty couldn’t understand why he was so nervous. He had done all he could to prepare. He had double checked everything. Nothing could have gone wrong. Tavvy, who was now nine years old and apparently responsible, had been given the task of making sure they remembered the present and card. Dru had written the card, making sure to include all their names (Ty, Dru and Tavvy) and had wrapped the present with coloured wrapping paper. Jules and Emma would be bringing a separate present, as would Helen, Aline, and baby Andrea. Ty was dressed in what seemed to be a suitable outfit; not too casual but no more formal than needed for a seven year olds birthday. Still, the root of his nerves was not something that could be fixed with good preparation. It still didn’t change the fact that he would be there.

Christopher Herondale would always be Kit to Ty Blackthorn. The two had built an unlikely friendship years ago, and for the first time since Ty had tried to raise Livvy and Kit had disappeared to England. The time in between had been like a limbo of going from weeks of not talking to long detailed letters. It took months for them to even send a postcard. It wasn't until Livvy had insisted Ty write Kit that they'd had any form of communication. At the time, Tiberius hadn't even know what he'd say to Kit. "Hello, I know we haven't spoken since I attempted necromancy and you confessed your love for me, but how's England? What's the weather like? Oh, by the way, I think I might love you back, but how are your parents?"

"It will be fine, Ty-Ty," Livvy said reassuringly as the Blackthorns recovered from the rush that came with portal travel and walked up the steps to Magnus and Alec’s loft. Even as a ghost, she could read Ty’s emotions without failure. She walked alongside Ty, though he was the only one that could see her. She seemed to float beside him, looking eerily beautiful in her white dress. She still looked fifteen, though if she hadn’t died she’d be seventeen. Ty would have been taller than her, except ghost Livvy found it funny to float just a few inches taller than him.

Ty didn’t reply to Livvy. The rest of his family couldn’t see her, and he wasn’t in the mood to alarm them. Tavvy skipped up the steps happily between Emma and Julian, looking smug with the present in his hands. Dru held back a little to stay beside Ty. Helen and Aline were still downstairs and in the process of calming their baby girl. Andrea, at nine months old, was not a fan of portal travel.

Magnus opened the door before the family even knocked. He beamed at them, playing the role of the party host very well. Ty hadn’t been surprised to hear that Magnus was throwing a birthday extravaganza for his seven year old. He had once heard a story of Magnus throwing a party for his cat, so one hoped that he loved his son as much.

It seemed he did, because as soon as he greeted the family he turned so that Ty could see the inside of the apartment. It looked as though a toy store had exploded inside of Magnus’ apartment. The ceiling had been magically raised so that a trampoline could fit inside, and Ty could have sworn he saw Isabelle Lightwood helping Max Lightwood Bane onto a pony.

Emma made a beeline for Jem and Mina while Tavvy raced to find the birthday boy.

“Don’t eat all of the chocolate or you’ll be sick!” Julian called, but Ty wasn’t sure if his call was directed at Emma or Tavvy. Dru entered the party and immediately found Kieran and Mark. Ty held back and Julian, being Julian, noticed.

“It’s okay, Ty,” Julian murmured so that none of the party guests would hear. Ty had told Julian about Kit eventually, and Jules had been more understanding that Ty had ever thought. Who knew Julian knew anything about love? “If it makes you feel any better, you don’t have to talk to him. I’m sure he’ll manage to keep occupied,”

“No, it’s okay,” Ty replied, shaking his head. He wanted to talk to Kit, no matter how much it scared him. He needed to talk to him after so long. He needed to know that there was still hope for them to have some sort of relationship, have it be romantic or simply as penpals. He just knew that his life was better with Kit in it. “I want to talk to him,”

Julian smiled. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,”

They entered the party.

It wasn’t like in the mundane movies, when the whole world seemed to go into slow-motion as the two love interests re-united after so long apart. In fact, it took Ty a minute or so to even spot Kit in the crowd of people. When he did, Kit wasn’t even looking at him.

Ty spotted him, standing by the snacks table and talking to Jace. Ty’s mouth went try, and for a moment Ty couldn’t remember a single word in the English language. Kit was laughing, his blue eyes like the pacific ocean. His hair was gold and he had somehow maintained a tan despite living in England. To Ty’s surprise, he was nearly as tall as Jace. He had gotten more muscular too, and there were marks on his arms.

Huh, Ty thought. So Watson decided to become a shadowhunter afterall.

Then they made eye contact, and Ty was pretty sure fireworks went off from inside him.

Jace was looking in between the two. He glanced at Kit, then at Ty, then back and forth a few times as if he were double checking what he was seeing. Then he smirked, whispered soemthing to Kit, and left to talk to his Parabatai. Kit was blushing.

Ty took a deep breath. He was going to be the one to make the first move. He walked over to Kit, overthinking every step, and stopped in front of him.

“Hi,” Ty said, trying to keep his voice from jumping up an octave. That was always a good place to start. Kit was looking at him as if his hair was on fire. Ty wondered if he’d ever say hello back.

“Hey,” Kit replied, and his obvious attempt to be cool could have made Ty laugh. It didn’t help that Livvy was floating behind Kit, giving Ty a grin and a thumbs up.

“Look Ty, I-,”

“You don’t have to apologise, Watson,” Ty interrupted. Then he realised he’d slipped up. He quickly worried that Kit wouldn’t appreciate Ty using his old nickname, or if he’d even remember their inside jokes. Then Kit gave a smile. It was a little weary and a slightly confused smile, but it was still a smile that gave Ty butterflies not in his hands but in his heart.

“I think I need to,” Kit said softly. Ty wasn’t the biggest lover of physical affection, but at that moment he would have loved to have reached out to Kit and put his arms around him. Out of respect for Kit’s comfort and personal space, he controlled himself and stayed put.

“No, Kit, really,” Ty insisted. “I get why you left. Everything with Livvy, and- I think I understand now,”

“That’s not what I need to apologise for,” Kit continued. Ty frowned a little. From behind Kit, Livvy was doing a poor job at pretending she wasn’t listening. “I- I said that I wished I’d never known you. That’s not true-,”

“Kit honestly it’s fine-,”

“No Ty, it’s not,” Kit’s voice was low. It was lower in a serious way, making Ty a little nervous. “Knowing you... I’m glad I know you, Tiberius Blackthorn,”

“Kit..,” Ty started, but the words died in his mouth. The he heard Magnus start to call everyone to gather around for the cake, and he panicked, worrying his chance to talk to Kit would be gone. Kit started to turn away.

Screw it, Ty thought. He took Kit’s wrist and turned him back around. No one would be watching; they would all be too distracted with singing happy birthday to Rafe.

Kit turned around and he and Ty collided. Ty had pulled him back around with the intention of speaking to him, but this was okay too.

There was only an inch or so height difference between them, and Ty was now discovering that this was the perfect height for kissing. They seemed to fit with each other in a way Ty didn’t know possible. He had seen how Helen and Aline were with each other, and Emma and Julian. He saw how in love they were and how the seemed so smitten for one another. He had wondered what that had felt like. He never imagined wanting to kiss someone. It had never been an urge. Not until now.

Luckily, Kit didn’t pull away. He kissed back with just as much power, making Ty shiver. What could have been a millisecond or a decade later, they pulled apart. Kit’s lips were as red as his cheeks.

“Ty-,”

“Does this mean we can still talk?” Ty blurted out, so quickly he was surprised that Kit understood. “I don’t ever want to not be talking again,”

Kit made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a breathe of relief.

“Oh, Sherlock,” he said, smirking like a true Herondale. “We are never not talking again,”

[lgcminjun]

INTRO :: LONG JOURNEY ——— like butterfly wings

the end of the trimester marks a new point in hwang minjun’s life. through the many twists and turns, he’s gradually shaping himself and spreading his wings.

minjun isn’t my first muse of the year, but he is the one i’ve grown incredibly attached to, with connections i never imagined he’d have. i missed the halfway point of the year, i meant to post this on his birthday, july 10th, but better late than never, right? this also serves as a thank you to everyone who plotted with minjun—he continues to develop as a character because of you all, both he and i can’t thank you enough !

PERSONALITY

not a lot has changed in terms of his personality, he continues to be a person eager to please, an overachiever at times, to the point where he’d push himself a little too far. he’s learning to overcome this flaw, to let others take care of him, listen when he’s being told that he’s working too hard. to give himself a break when he needs it. he’s opening his arms to different types of people, more than happy to accommodate all types of personalities if it meant building friendships. at the end of the day, he still has a lot of love to give.

CAREER

the beginning of it all—the valentines event drew out minjun’s infamous aegyo, which went viral within the blink of an eye. it may not be as significant as what follows, but it’s still an event that brings a smile to his face.

fear accompanied him when he auditioned for project origin, but the experience made him realise something important—what matters is that he stayed true to himself as he performs, gives it very best with every little stomp and twist, pour all he can with each move. and eventually, he’ll be rewarded.

type zero chipped away at his confidence, the pressures of being a replacement were heavy on his shoulders. gradually, he learns that he doesn’t have to deal with it on his own—after all, type zero is a group first and foremost, lifting one another up. it’s fine to be himself, he doesn’t need to pretend to be someone else.

being a part of project origin and legacy boys gave him opportunities he wouldn’t dare imagine even in his wildest dreams. the tour opened his eyes to new heights, brought him out of his shell, introduced him to a greater stage, one he had the privilege to perform on, including a solo performance. boarding a plane hadn’t been easy, minjun never ventured so far before. it’s a terrifying experience, but one he wouldn’t erase.

RELATIONSHIPS a recap of minjun’s connections thus far, from his point of view.

minjun finds himself facing pages of the past when he reunites with ( @lgcinsoo ), a fellow dancer from his old days that he used to admire. to his surprise, the reunion was far from awkward, ending with a promise to hang out whenever they find the time. though they’re walking different paths now, minjun will always be rooting for insoo. he hopes the time they hang out again will come soon.

( @lgcjiho ) had been another plushie collector, and was the person who managed to draw out minjun’s aegyo, causing him to go viral. in a way, minjun owes jiho his thanks, even more so for always seeming so eager to join him in his little tea parties. he believes project origin drew the two even closer, what with their shared fear for airplanes. they comforted one another like friends would, minjun won’t forget that day.

not all has been smooth sailing, he hit stormy waves when he went overboard with ( @lgchunji ). he’s not sure what he had done wrong specifically, but he knows it had to do with his desire to extend his hand even though he had been warned against it. minjun wants to fix things, tape back the string of friendship that he had broken. however, that isn’t his decision to make. either way, he can only hope hunji is thriving with whatever it is he’s doing. hunji helped him realise that there is merit to sticking to his own lane, to not shove himself into situations that doesn’t concern him.

he tried again to help someone else, ( @lgceunji ) this time. seeing her in a seemingly bad state after the prank worried him, and he did what he can do. offer a silent comfort and company, then gifting her one of his prized possessions, a small bear plushie. he intends to check up on her every now and then, even if he’s busy with the tour. he thinks of her as a little sister he wants to protect.

although it took a few days to adjust, he found friends among the type zero members. his worries were eased after his conversation with ( @lgcxking ), and minjun isn’t shy to admit that he admires the other for his determination and strong will. king’s bravery shown throughout the tour, like when king invited him to bungee jump, but also when king challenged himself to take part in babysitting services. he has a lot of respect for king.

among the project origin members, he finds himself adoring ( @lgcharu ), someone he can’t help but feel like he wants to take care of. discussing their characters aided minjun in figuring out how to ease himself into musical acting, something he had never done before. he had a lot of fun with haru throughout the tour as well, spending a part of their chuseok holidays together.

his encounter with ( @lgcemil ) had been one he hadn’t expected, meeting the other in the practice room when he intended to practice into the late night. he can’t hide his concern for emil, and although he doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries, he wants to become a friend that emil can count on whenever he’s feeling a little down.

there are a few special mentions. ( @lgceunho ) bonded with him when they were locked in a practice room, and although minjun would rather not get himself in such a situation ever again, he’s glad he had been stuck with eunho, who is a fun person to be around. panicking with ( @lgcxminseok ) over the april fools prank and playing with the animals in the shelter was a delightful time. during the project origin tour, he had a blast with king, ( @lgcyonghwa ) and ( @lgcmax ). yonghwa seems like a reliable older brother that minjun can count on. max’s bursts of energy draws out his own, there’s never a boring time with max. he didn’t know ( @lgcjueun ) before babysitting services, but as it turns out, taking care of kids together is another good way to bond.

YOON SHINHA ——— forever you are my star

( @lgcshinha ) appeared to him like a storm, wrecking his world in the best way possible. he encountered the enigma that is yoon shinha when he reached out towards the same cat plushie that the other did. it’s an out of the blue suggestion when he said they should share the plushie instead, but he wouldn’t have it any other day. that was the beginning of something beautiful—an encounter with an impact that will last a lifetime.

it’s a little funny when it turns out they ended up as roommates, but that makes it easier for them to take care of their little family. looking back, minjun isn’t sure when exactly things started to change between the two of them, where they drew the line between friendship and something else. it’s hard for minjun not to fall for shinha though, not when shinha took care of him like no one else ever had. the illusion of having a family with the other felt more real as days go by, to the point where minjun is afraid that he’d eventually do what he does best: overstep and ruin everything.

he had never, for the life of him, thought that shinha would feel the same way. and yet, after a long night of rigorous practice and a shared night in their dorm with no one else around, they laid their feelings out on the table. it all happened too fast, but it still felt like it was yesterday. minjun recalled the beating of his heart picking up pace, too quick for him to keep up. he remembers the tears that were in the corner of his eyes, ever the emotional person he was. but they left things up in the air, until...

july 10th, minjun’s birthday and the day the stars aligned. shinha keeps proving himself as someone minjun can’t help but think he doesn’t deserve sometimes. the gifts shinha bestowed upon him that day is enough to make his heart swell, he remembers feeling as if he’ll burst. a mix of emotions coursed through him that day, but overall he can say that he’s elated, he’s in love. that is further confirmed when shinha asked him out, and the tears he usually would try so hard to hide flowed almost endlessly. they became one that day, but minjun feels as if they were always one.

with project origin taking most of his time, he wasn’t granted enough time to spend with his beloved, but he can’t complain—not out loud, at the very least. the tour had been an experience minjun wouldn’t trade for the world, yet he finds himself thinking about shinha whenever he’s alone with his thoughts. texts and video calls weren’t nearly enough, he missed shinha’s presence by his side most of all. it was torture, but he believes in shinha, in their relationship, in them. minjun knows they can go through whatever hardships may come.

seeing shinha again during kcon backstage brought forth the longing he had been feeling the past month. but they’re strong, if they can survive a tour, then they’ll be able to handle worse.

a new trimester begins, and future dreams is knocking on their doors. minjun doesn’t wish for much, but if he could wish for one thing—he wants the both of them to debut, together.

THE ROAD AHEAD

above all, minjun intends to debut. he knows he’s meant to be on stage, and he wants to prove that he’s worth it. he doesn’t know what future dreams will bring, but he’s eager to show off what hwang minjun can do.

there are a lot of people he still wants to befriend, particularly those who will be participating in future dreams. there may be a competitive element, however friendly rivalry isn’t a bad thing.

he’s eager to brush up on his language skills, particularly japanese. with the workshop, that may be achievable. there seems to be a strong market in japan, so he wants to try it out.

despite the fun time he experienced in babysitting services, he’s eager to try out the other two variety shows. he isn’t the best at cooking, but masterchef legacy piqued his interests.

[voldemorthatesnose96]

EXHALE

My very first crackship (Max and Lola) in skam fr tag and also first time since forever of posting a fanfic under this tag too. Nonetheless, hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer : English isn’t my native language so there’s gonna be grammar error here and there and if any of you think Max or Lola’s characters are a bit ooc, then I apologised in advanced but these all based on my imagination about them

Please be kind if you want to make a critic about it💕💕💕

“I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I’m very proud of you and your progress, Lola.” says the therapist. And yes, she’s been getting the same positive words from the people around her regarding to that, but it still makes her smile nonetheless; it feels nice. Truly.

“Merci!”

It’s crazy how this small, gloomy office is becoming one of the most important and prominent thing that ever happened in her life. It used to be a torture, just by thinking about sitting here, facing the same therapist over and over again, pouring her heart out like she wanted to do it and not feeling obligated at all. Crazy how those feelings happened less than a year ago. But it doesn’t mean she never feels like the old times again, it’s just... less and less brutal, if she might adds. The fact that Daphne and her step-dad also going through therapy making her feel less lonely. When she’s too absorbs in her thoughts, her stomach suddenly begins to make a grumbling sound. Loud one too!

The therapist laughs, “ah! want an apple?”

Lola shakes her head, a bit embarrassed. She hasn’t eat anything for breakfast because she was in a hurry to get here. Damn that broken alarm clock!

“No, thank you. I’ll be going with my friend to have some lunch after this.”

“Then, I’ll be sending your report about your progress by e-mail as usual, later tonight?”

“Thank you very much.”

“No no, Lola,” the therapist smiles softly. “Thank you for being here, thank you for helping me helping you.”

After saying goodbye, Lola leaves the office and stops her step to take out her phone. Just before her fingers begin to type, a familiar and gentle voice greets her.

“I’m already here.”

Lola looks up and sees Max making his way to her. His steps aren’t slow, aren’t fast either; they’re perfectly balanced, won’t making you feel left out. Walking besides him, even in silence, brings her a lot of comfort; something she never felt before, not even with her old crush Maya, whom she’s still a good friend with by the way.

“Good. You saved me from wasting my time typing.”

Max gives her a little smile that could make Lola’s heart doing this funny sommersault like in the WWE. How could that happened? How did he do that?

Poker face, Lola. Poker face, she thought to herself while her heart is screaming “lies!” every seconds. Putain!

“Glad I could be your saviour then,” he playfully adds. “Shall we go eat now? I’m starving.”

Remembering the embarrasing incident at the office not long ago, Lola nods and walks beside Max. It feels almost natural to be besides him like this. One of the wonder she can’t grasp why, yet.

“Where and what do you wanna eat?”

“Anything will do,” Lola shrugs. “But better be affordable, though.”

Max takes a glance at the girl beside him when she’s not looking. Her hair is slightly swept by the wind. His nose catches the smell of strawberry and cream altogether.

“I know just the place. Not far from here. Come on!”

The place where Max was talking about located only five blocks from the earlier place. Because it’s lunch time, of course it’s crowded but somehow they manage to find an empty spot outside. Not gonna lie, Lola’s a bit intimidated when she’s looking at the menu.

“I told you to go to the affordable place and this ain’t it, Max!” she hisses while pointing at the book menu.

“Well, it’s affordable for me, though,” he grins, and before Lola can speaks again, he continues, “it’s on me.”

“Pardon?”

“I never give you anything, as long as I remember and now I got the chance. Believe me, it was an impromptu idea.”

“No.”

“No?” Max repeats, brows furrowing.

“No,” Lola shakes her head, also a bit annoyed now. “You don’t need to buy or give me anything. I still have money.”

“I know but it’s just for one meal. I promise. No ulterior motives whatsoever.”

Because her stomach is making a nasty sound again, Lola unwillingly says yes to Max’s offer and without thinking, she orders spagetti marinara with extra cheese on top because he says it’s one of the best dish this restaurant have. They eat in comfortable silence, and as Max has said before, the spagetti is indeed, sublime. Even better than the one Daphne’s usually making—Lola silently apologised to her about this. Less than fifteen minutes later, her plate is already clean.

“Glad you’ve been enjoying the food.”

“You’re right. This is amazing!”

Seeing Lola smiles brightly, especially at him, makes Max’s heart soars. Sometimes Max can’t help but laughing at her dry jokes, looking at her way or stealing some moments just to talk to her for few minutes. The rest of the Lamifex is suspecting about his feeling about Lola, but he never says a word about it. Yes, he wasn’t really liked her at first. Yes, he was being cold towards her. But like most people in the world do, his perspective of her changed almost drastically when both of them shared bits of their life’s journey while waiting for the other Lamifex members to showed up at the usual place many months ago. From his eyes, Lola is actually funny without even trying, brave enough to own her mistakes and apologises for them too, really caring about the people she loves and cares about—sometimes Max wondering to himself if he’s one of those people, if he could ever be one.

“It’s too early to daydreaming, no?”

Max blinks rapidly, “sorry. Too lost in thoughts.”

“What were you thinking, then?”

You, “nothing.”

Lola crosses her arms while leaning back to her seat, “usually when someone says nothing, it’s actually everything.”

“You’re not wrong,” Max replies, as the corner of his lips is going upward. “Let’s go somewhere else, shall we?”

“Where?” Lola’s eyes and voice are in full alert mode now. If he’s taking her to a rather expensive place again, she swears to God! No matter how she’s having a crush him, there’s no doubt that she’ll throw darts if he dares to do it again.

Wait! A crush on him? On Max?! As in the romantic way? Oh putain! No no no! This is bad! Red flags!

But even though her head screaming no, her feet are following Max’s steps to the place none other than the riverbank of Seine.

“My second favorite place in the whole city. Probably the world too.” Max proudly declares as he stares into the calm river.

“You’re usually coming here, then?”

“A lot, yeah,” he nods, sitting besides Lola. Not too close, yet not too far to touch either. “Maybe the only place that I can make myself to think clearly. It’s even more beautiful at night.”

“I know. Sometimes I’m also going here alone, just because.”

The wind is exceptionally strong today. It makes her hair feels like flying all over the place, slapping her face here and there. When Lola tries to shield the hair from the wind, the next thing she knows, Max puts his usual black snapback on her head and brushes few strands of her hair off of her lips and cheeks, then places them behind the ears. This is the very first time they’re making physical contacts like this, and surprisingly, Lola doesn’t mind it.

As if Max is strucks by lightning, he quickly making a distance between Lola and him; a bit farther this time. He also fully realises that it was their very first physical touch and the last thing he wants is for Lola feeling uncomfortable, even just a slightest bit.

“Why do you sit so far this time?”

Max can’t look at her, “no reason.”

“Thank you for the meal.”

Still can’t look at her, “It was nothing, Lola.”

Something utterly familiar catches his nose, but stronger this time and suddenly feels something touches his right shoulder—it’s Lola’s head. For split seconds, Max is too shocked to comprehend the whole situation; wanted to slaps himself, to make sure that this isn’t a cruel dream but it’s not a dream. Pretty much real. As real as the sun in the sky right now and they’re both basking underneath it.

“You don’t mind me doing this, do you?” Lola asks, slowly without tearing her gaze from the Seine.

“Not at all. Stay as long as you need.”

Lola smiles at this, “I might hurting your shoulder for resting my head too long.”

“I don’t mind.” Max gently replies. His hands are itchy to brush Lola’s... just for a second, or less than that. But he can’t. He doesn’t want to ruin this small precious moment between them, have to control his desire or else, she’s gonna pulls back again.

“By the way, metaphorically speaking of course,” Lola starts to speak again after five minutes being quiet. “If I tell you that I have a crush on you, what would you do?”

“Then I’ll metaphorically answer that I’m flattered and honored.”

Lola doesn’t say anything, but somehow her face looks solemn.

“Can I ask something in return?”

“Sure.”

Max isn’t sure if it’s a good idea, but the hell with that. It’s now or never, “if I tell you that I want to hold your hand, even for a minute or so, what would you do?”

There’s a sudden pause between them again, and Max instantly regretting the things that he said. What a stupid buffoon!

When he’s about to apologise, Lola’s voice stops him.

“Metaphorically?”

“Literally.”

Neither of them knowing that both of their hearts are palpitating and doing flips. Stomach begins to churning, a whole zoo inside it too. Though somehow, someway, both are also managed to stay calm; as calm as the water flow in the Seine. Instead of answering, Lola takes Max’s hand and entwining it with hers. So this is how it feels of finding the the perfect puzzle piece in someone.

“Then I’ll literally gonna answer why it took you so long to ask me that.” Lola says as she rests her head again on Max’s shoulder, who’s now also puts his head on top of hers and inhales its pretty scent.

Both are lost in their own thoughts. Is it going to be a new start of their relationship? Maybe not. Is it going to change almost everything between them? Probably. But those questions about time and other endless possibilities aren’t exactly proper right now. There are only them, the chilly autumn weather, Seine as far as the eyes can see, the warmth of their bodies sitting close and uncertainty of life—and sometimes, it’s all that really matters.

[doof-doofblog]

"Have I Made A Terrible Mistake?"

Monday 25th May 2020

Good Afternoon folks! I hope you've all had a good week! My week has been pretty busy with me getting the news of going back to my second job, trying to get everything sorted before they reopen! I realise that this post is late again, but again I shall post up 2 separate blogs today, this will cover last night's episode and I shall post another one later tonight covering tonight's episode. I'm sure you've all seen the recent trailer that dropped over the weekend, I'm sure it covered up everything in the episodes for this week, looks juicy! Anyway enough babbling, shall I get right to it?

Firstly, let's start with Jean ... at the beginning there she was said she was expecting a letter from Stacey. Is she still thinking she's going to hear from her? We know she's been desperate to hear from her daughter, she still doesn't know exactly where she is. It's clear she's not mentally stable right now and something is definitely not right. Could it be her bipolar again? Even Mo and Kush are aware now that's she's acting as if Daniel is still around. Is she still grieving? Is it her way of coping? However in the previous episode we saw her lay the table out for him and then during that episode, she had his closed placed on his bed ready, as if he would be using them. It's frustrating that something can't be done to help her, and even Kush isn't wanting to call Kat or Stacey to let them know about Jean's current mental state. I do think at some point Kush is just going have to bite the bullet and ring one of them and tell them what's happened. Could it mean that Kat or Stacey could be in for a return very soon?! The way Jean's story-line is going, I think it's going to get worse before any one realises how much danger she is living on her own. It REALLY irritated me when Suki piped up and insisted on being there when they let Kush into the house! Honestly, does she have a thrill of seeing Jean so vulnerable? Honestly, she makes me sick! All she really cares about is her bloody cardigan! Oooo she winds me up so much!

Honestly, Martin needs to stop flirting so much with Ruby and try and help Kush out with Jean as much as he can! I don't understand why Martin has been left in the dark about Jean, he was a member of her family once. I'm sure if he was to know he'd do anything to help and find out what's wrong with Jean. Kush needs to tell him as soon as possible! Martin and Stacey may not be an item anymore, but that doesn't mean he ignores his once Mother-In-Law and his "so called" best mate! And it certainly doesn't mean that he has to move on to his ex's best friend!! Honestly, I think this thing going on with Martin and Ruby is the one thing that's frustrating me the most! It just doesn't seem real. I don't know? Am I looking at it too much? Am I thinking about it too deeply? I'm not sure, but please, tell me what you think! Do you agree with me? Or do you think that Martin is literally just moving on with his life?! It's just with his past with the Slaters, I never thought he'd turn his back on Jean, especially when it's the time she needs people around her the most. But erm ... Can I just say ... was I hearing things? Did Ruby just make Max think they would spice things up in their relationship by having a threesome? That was the impression I got!!! I could be completely wrong, but can someone confirm for me that that was what they were talking about?! If so, I found it awkwardly funny to watch! I don't know why I'm having these thoughts, but I'm convinced that Ruby isn't talking about a female friend. I bet she'll play it up and get Max excited to experience something new in his relationship with her, that when it's revealed that she meant a male friend, he'll flip! That would be funny to see! I know it sounds a bit weird, but this is Soapland - you never know!

Awwww poor Tina! Something is telling me that she could end up homeless? She knows that they're selling the Vic and bless her, she assumed they'd all find a place together as a family. But does this mean that she could potentially end up living on the streets if she can't find a place to live in time? I doubt very much that Mick and Linda would ever see her living on the streets. But does Shirley really have something in place for them both? Or could Shirley end up turning to Phil and ask him for help? I don't know when Mick and Linda will be leaving the Vic, I'm sure it'll be within the next few episodes. But who know's what's going to happen to Tina and Shirley once they do leave. Will they all leave together or could someone be left behind?

Oh god, things just keep getting from bad to worse for poor Keegan doesn't it?! It started off so well for him when he received the news that the charges were going to be dropped. Everyone was feeling supportive for him and telling him that he could finally move on and look to the future. He was focusing on his business again with a brand new look for his van. Karen even gave Tiffany Shaki's trainers to pass onto Keegan, which made them finally reconnect. However, once Tiffany tried standing up for her husband after Keegan gets mistaken for a drug dealer by some thug, she is once again being told not to stick up for him. She can't do right from wrong. I feel this relationship is going to come to end soon, there is tension and everything that has happened to the young couple in recent months has put a strain on their relationship. Tiffany even admitted to Karen that Keegan has changed and she can't seem to help no matter how hard she tries. I loved that scene though, I thought it was one of those meaningful lovely chats between Mother and Daughter-In -Law, even their relationship has come a long way since Keegan and Tiffany married. How are they going to react once they find out what happened with Keegan's van? I did feel sorry for Keegan when they destroyed and vandalised his van, but to then rob Shakil's trainers from him must have been heartbreaking! And with all those market people standing and just watching, none of them even bothered to help! Just shouted and hollered at the gang for them to go away, no one actually stepped in to help and tell them to do one! Where was Jack when you needed him?! That would've been a perfect opportunity for Jack to rush in and stop the vandals and help Keegan again, but no!! Would that have been too easy?! What's going to happen with Keegan now? Something tells me he's not going to start again with his business, could he even get the vehicle fixed? Will he blame Tiffany - seeing as it was her who stood up to the gang member?  Surely Keegan's luck has got to change at some point, this horrible bad luck that he's continuing to have, can't last forever. Something has got to give!

Oh! Sharon is back! As much as she says she wants to give things a go with Phil and that she still loves him, I've got a funny feeling that she's only saying that so she can get him to buy the Vic for her. Once she has it, that will be that! It's just a feeling I've got, but I will gladly put my hands up if i'm wrong! I do sometimes let my imagination run away with me! Through out the episode she was doing everything she could to stay out of Karen's way. In the cafe and in the Vic she left the room as soon as she saw her with Kayden. Of course she's still a grieving mother and it must be hard for her. She looked a little ... concerned maybe ... when Linda told her that Karen would be leaving with Kayden in a couple of days time. It looked as if she wanted to know more information, but unfortunately that was all Linda could give her. I don't know what the word is that i'm looking for, but as if she needed to know more about the fact that her child could be leaving. But then once Linda found the bag of Dennis's belongings and Sharon found a present that Dennis left for his younger sibling, only then did Sharon realise she's made an awful mistaken. Dennis would never have wanted his Mum to get rid of his younger brother, he would have wanted her to give the child a fantastic life, not just for her or him but for his brother! Will Sharon be able to stop them leaving before it's too late? Or will Karen even agree to giving Kayden back? I'm intrigued as to what could happen next ... but then if she does want the child back, what does it mean for her and Phil? Would Phil be able to bring another man's child up ... OR (ANOTHER POSSIBLE PLOT TWIST) ... Could the child actually end up being Phil's? I know she did a DNA test earlier when she was pregnant, but could it have been wrong? Could there have been a mix up? Who knows? Either way, I hope Sharon realises and acts before it's too late, it would be awful to see her live with a decision she may regret.

Thank you guys for being incredibly patient with me, I do appreciate it! I shall be back later tonight with another post following up on tonight's episode! Enjoy! Thanks again everyone! xXx

[chuffyfan87]

A Welcome Visitor. Part 3

Cowritten with @fairheads.

-x-

They'd managed to hide the change in the nature of their relationship from her sons and mother but now it was time for the big test - Paul was twelve weeks old and it was Duffy's first day back at work.

Charlie wanted Duffy’s return to work to be as smooth as possible. He had left her house early that morning, sneaking out before the boys were awake again, so they had arrived to work separately.

Unfortunately the boys hadn't gotten the memo about Charlie's wish for a smooth day and Duffy had ended up being over an hour late for her shift.

Charlie had wondered where she’d got to, but had been in resus for much of that hour, dealing with a victim of an RTC. He almost bumped into her as he returned to his office.

"Hi! I'm so sorry I was late! The boys were a nightmare..."

Charlie raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “Good to have you back Nurse Duffin. You’re needed in cubicles.”

"Oh, er, OK..." She replied confused. "And its Sister Duffin..!" She muttered as she headed towards cubicles.

Charlie rubbed his neck, this was going to be harder than he imagined. How could he pretend to everyone else that nothing was happening, when it felt everything had changed?

It was a few hours later, when they ended up working on a case together.

She jumped as his hand brushed against hers.

“You okay?” He whispered.

"Fine. Totally fine."

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier,” He passed her the equipment she needed, touching her hand for longer than necessary.

"Just coz we're sleeping together it doesn't mean you can demote me at the drop of a hat!" She grumbled, though her tone lacked the anger her words implied.

“I panicked, people were watching, you said you wanted to keep it between us, I got it wrong,” He tried to explain. He felt guilty and wanted to make it up to her.

"I just worry people would see it as something sordid." She sighed.

“If they knew, they wouldn’t think that...” He replied, without really thinking.

"My husband has been dead barely six months Charlie!" She fired back before storming out of the cubicle.

Charlie tipped his head back, closed his eyes and exhaled. The day wasn’t going as he planned at all. She seemed to be avoiding him for the rest of the day, purposefully leaving areas if he entered them. It was like a game of cat and mouse.

He finally cornered her outside the department. She'd hidden herself down a little dead end alleyway between two buildings and was talking anxiously on her mobile.

She heard his footsteps and looked up terrified. Charlie waved his hand, “It’s only me,” He announced.

She nodded in acknowledgement. "Mum, look, if you're that worried then bring him here."

Ending the call, she looked super stressed out. Charlie abandoned the conversation he had planned in his head and on noticing her unease, settled for “What’s up?”

"Paul won't take his bottles. Mum says he sounds funny and won't settle."

“Okay, does he have a temperature?” Charlie, ever practical, was trying to put his clinical hat on. “Do you need to go?”

"She didn't say. She was too busy telling me that I should have stayed home longer." Duffy replied, on the verge of tears.

“Hey, this is not your fault.” Charlie wrapped his arms around her. “If you feel you need to go, then you can,” He whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"No, she's bringing him here."

“Okay, we can get Patrick or Lara to take a look at him, or Max, if you’d like?” He added.

"Thanks. Hopefully he's just grouchy..." She didn't sound entirely convinced.

“Hey, look at me,” He raised her chin and she reluctantly looked into his eyes. “It’s going to be okay,” He reassured her, kissing her.

She stepped back from him slightly and gave herself a shake. She forced her shoulders back, her chin up. "I should go back inside." She declared, the nurse's facade firmly back in place.

“See you in there,” Charlie replied, watching her go. He was tired, so much for a good return to work, today had been quite tumultuous already!

Though he tried to keep his distance to try and maintain the show of being 'just friends' he couldn't help but check in with her after Paul was brought in and Lara went to check him over.

“Hey,” He whispered, closing the curtain behind him. Duffy was holding Paul, her mother had gone to get a drink.

"Hi."

“I had to come and see you. How’s he doing? What did Lara say?” Charlie asked.

"He's got a slight temperature but she's not too concerned. She's running some blood and urine tests as a precaution though."

Charlie reached down to the sleeping baby and brushed his cheek gently, “Poor little man.”

Even though he stayed asleep Paul snuggled against Charlie's touch.

“Do you want me to stay with him for a bit? You haven’t stopped today,” Charlie offered.

"I don't want to take you away from something important..."

“It’s not a problem - it’s nearly the end of my shift anyway,” He explained.

"Are you sure?"

“Here, I’ll take him, go get yourself a cuppa,” Charlie reached out to take Paul from her arms.

"I'll only be a few minutes..." She fussed as she handed Paul over.

Paul settled quickly into Charlie’s arms. Charlie rearranged the wires measuring his pulse and temperature. “No problem.” He smiled reassuringly at her, he noticed she looked exhausted.

He'd barely sat down with Paul when a young nurse who had only just started a few days previously appeared around the curtain needing his signature on some paperwork. "Aww, he's so cute! How old is he?" She cooed at Paul.

“He is isn’t he, not far off four months I think?” Charlie puzzled, trying to calculate it in his head, Paul’s fingers tightly curled around his own. “I’m just looking after him while Duffy has a break,” He tried to explain, using his right hand to sign off the documents she needed.

"He's the absolute spit of you!" She grinned as she gazed at the baby.

Charlie laughed awkwardly, “Oh no, Duffy’s husband, Andrew - you know he passed six months ago. Awful.” Charlie was surprised the nurse hadn’t known about what had happened to Andrew and laughed off the assumption that he was Paul’s father.

"Oh!" She blushed. "I didn't realise... I... Um... I just presumed... I saw you give her a hug in the staffroom..." She babbled.

“It’s no problem. Duffy and I have worked together for years, we’re just friends.” He assured her.

"Oh... Please don't tell her I said anything... I'm so embarrassed!"

“It’s fine honestly,” He replied.

Duffy reentered the cubicle. She looked puzzled at the blushing young nurse.

“I’m just going, thanks Charlie,” The nurse mumbled before making a sharp exit.

"What have I told you about frightening the junior nurses!" Duffy chuckled, shaking her head fondly.

Charlie lifted his hand, as if to say ‘what did I do?’ “I didn’t frighten you did I?” He asked.

"Nah, I'd just go slag you off to Susie instead!"

Charlie flushed red. “I dread to think!”

Before Duffy could reply Lara returned with the test results in her hands.

“So we’ve had the results back...” Lara started. Duffy inched closer to Charlie. "He's a little dehydrated but that's to be expected if he's been refusing feeds. His blood work was all fine so there's no infection present in his system. I have made a point of highlighting in his notes that he's A+ though as that's a bit unusual. But that's only a concern if he ever needs a transfusion in the future."

Charlie looked up at Duffy, she looked relieved but at the same time flustered.

"Thank you Lara. Am I OK to take him home now?"

“Sure, keep trying with the feeds, I’m sure he’ll pick up in a few days,” Lara finished scribbling the discharge note and handed it to her. “Take care... all of you,” She looked over at Charlie who was still holding Paul.

"Thank goodness for that." Duffy breathed after Lara left.

“Yeah, good news,” Charlie agreed. “Strange about the blood type - what are you?” He pondered.

"O negative." She mumbled, taking Paul back.

“Ahh, so Andrew must have been A, like me.” Charlie pondered aloud. “Right then, do you need a lift home? Has Kate gone?”

"Um... Yeh..." Duffy swallowed. "She went to fetch the boys from school."

Charlie watched Duffy intently, she seemed to be in a daze. “So you would like a lift?” He asked, confused.

"Oh... Yeh... Please." Duffy gathered her stuff hurriedly.

“I just need to pick up a few things from my office, did you want to come with me or meet me outside?” Charlie asked her.

"Um, I'll meet you out the front." She mumbled.

Charlie left her to gather her belongings and went to his office. What a day! Not the first day back he had hoped for Duffy. He grabbed his coat and car keys and went to meet her out the front.

The atmosphere was still awkward as they got into the car and he drove back to her house.

Barely speaking for the whole of the journey, Charlie pulled up at Duffy’s place.

Duffy was about to get out the car but stopped. She turned to Charlie. "Come on, out with it!" She sighed, her arms folded.

Charlie was taken aback, “What do you mean?” He asked her.

"You've been weird since I went to get a coffee earlier."

“I’m just sorry today didn’t go as we’d hoped, that’s all...” He tailed off.

"It was always going to be a big step. I couldn't help noticing that you kept me out of resus all shift..."

“That’s not true, we already had enough staff in there.”

"Hmm..."

“You know, you’d be my first choice in there, you’re the most competent nurse we have.”

"Most competent?" She echoed.

“Yeah, most qualified, most competent, the best and don’t you forget it!” He poked her tummy playfully.

"That's more like it."

Charlie was pleased he’d managed to make her smile. “Don’t worry, you’re still my number one,” He smiled, poking her again.

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. Paul was still fast asleep in his car seat.

Charlie kissed her head. “It’s going to be okay.”

"I hope so. It'll be Christmas soon."

“I know... I should go, wouldn’t want your mum and the boys to be spying on us from the window or anything.” Charlie worried.

"I'm sorry for making things so difficult." She sighed.

“I understand, the boys are the most important thing right now.”

"Thank you for being so understanding."

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to come in and make it up to you... Right now. But I get it.”

"Mum's agreed to have all three boys the night of the Christmas party so that's something."

Charlie raised his eyebrows, “Oh yeah?” He added.

"Yeh, took some persuading but she agreed in the end."

“You in need of a night out out?” He laughed.

"Something like that." She smiled. Paul started to stir. "I best get him inside."

“I’m looking forward to Christmas now, all of a sudden.” He winked. “See you tomorrow, hope Paul is better by then.”

"Fingers crossed." She smiled before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll let you know." She added as she took Paul out the back of the car. "Thanks for the lift."

“My pleasure.” Charlie waited until they’d gone in before driving off.

[cheryllcher]

Marinette: Guardian of the Miraculous

part 2

i have too many wips but im writing something else again :)) (woes of a writer/artist/just creators don’t @ me here)

so my brain clearly isn’t prioritising so here’s a really very long lil one shot based on this post i found by @aly4son and it’s pretty cute and fluffy. i decided to make some changes and add some stuff here as well becuz i love fluff hope it’s okayy. this took pretty long becuz i had to figure out how to put everything together ://

and as it stand it is getting way too long so im gonna have to put up a second part whoops.

—

“Hmm… Add a little of this…, a drop of water from the Dragon’s Tears Fountain… Oh, don’t forget the edible glitter…”

Marinette was adding different ingredients to her pot, swirling her wooden spoon at the same time. She was preparing for her final test before she was officially declared the new Guardian of the Miraculous. However, she needed a break from all the formulas and power-up functions. So, she decided to continue playing around with the concoction she’s been working on for weeks, hoping to complete her experiment that afternoon. She knew she could just finish it after her test, but she could feel that she’s so close, and was eager to observe the results.

Ever since she started learning the recipes of the power-up potions, she wondered what other power ups she could try making, if it were possible. She’s been trying over and over again, playing around with different kinds of ingredients. She’d even brought some items from the bakery, if only to give it a little taste and colour. (And also to test a theory of whether it can be used to make power-up potions. It did work out in the end, but only some foods.) She remembered Chat mentioning that Plagg hated those power-up cheese (said it tasted like “liquidy goo you humans take when you’re sick”) and decided to mess around with flavours.

“And… Done! Tikki? Up for another round of taste testing? I think I’ve got it this time!”

“Of course, Marinette! I’m curious though, why did you add the glitter?”

“It’s for flair, for the potion I’m brewing. If this works, you’ll see why I wanted glitter in there.” Marinette threw in a wink, and dipped a little spoon inside the pink, glittery liquid. Tikki floated towards it and took a sniff, noting the scent of champagne coming from it. I wonder if kwamis ever get drunk, didn’t think we’d try that before in all the time we spent in the miracle box.

She quicked sipped the delicious brew, and immediately felt a tingling sensation.

“It’s happening! It worked!”

In a flash of pink, Tikki transformed, her usual self now a sparkling crystal-like texture, her centre spot and tail (?) now dazzling diamonds.

“Wow… Well, what power up is this?”

“It’s called the Elegant power up, ooooooor Exquisite. Haven’t really decided on the name yet. It’s just a little fun power-up I came up with, you know, like a fancy dress transformation.”

“Cool! I’m sure Kaalki would love to try this power-up. It’s glorious.” Tikki laughed at her own little joke.

Oh, how she wished she could snap a photo of Tikki, but kwamis don’t show up on cameras. It was a great accomplishment, and she was really proud of herself. Specially created with an original outfit designed by her, a sketch of the design slowly added into the mixture while it boils. (Another absurd theory that flitted through her mind.) Never thought this crazy idea would work but here we are.

“Alright, I’m going to try transforming. Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Marinette!”

“Elegant Tikki! Spots on!”

The familiar feeling of transforming washed over Marinette, yet it feels completely different at the same time. The swirls of pink magic disappeared to show a red cocktail dress with exquisite black sequins scattered on silk, the fabric a darker shade of red than what she usually wore. Extremely fancy indeed.

A Mandarin collar wrapped around her neck with a mini brooch which had a symbol engraved into it, a representation of her Chinese heritage and the pattern associated with the Miraculous. The top half had black polka dots, embodying her super-persona’s namesake, along with a matching mask and gloves, both of which had intricate embroidery. Her hair was pulled up into a stylish updo, braids twisted to form a crown above her head. Her red heels has little ladybugs on them, just like the one in her hair. Just how she imagined it.

“Wow, this is even better than what i would have done!” Marinette twirled around, noticing that the outfit has a litte glittery shine to it. Now she wish she would get to wear this someday; she felt like a princess! (Well, it was pretty funny because Chat would always call her civilian self that.)

In the midst of admiring her work, Master Fu walked into the room. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, and Marinette shrieked, quickly transforming back to her usual self.

“Ah, sorry Master! I was messing around with an idea I had and I completed it just now. Don’t worry, I was practicing potions before that.”

“I’m not mad, Marinette. On the contrary, I’m actually very pleased that you have managed a feat that even my masters were unable to achieve back when I was in training with them. Perhaps I could show it to them when I return for a visit.

“In the mean time, how about you use this power-up for your Guardian officiating ceremony. It is something to celebrate after all and you deserve it.”

Marinette didn’t know what to say. She just thanked the master profusely, grateful for the opportunity to try out her new invention. She didn’t bother trying to refuse because she knows that there would still be one no matter what she says. Master Fu simply waved it off with a chuckle.

“Now, would you like to have your final test today or prefer to still wait for tomorrow? I feel that you are ready.”

—

School was still a priority, being in senior year and all. Marinette could only work on designs during her free time, and with Hawkmoth around those are scarce. Marinette would sometimes sketch out ideas besides finishing her homework, for fear if forgetting them. She absolutely hated it when an idea struck while she was busy fighting an akuma.

Good thing was, she didn’t need to worry about measurements. The miraculous will ensure that everyone’s suits and dresses would fit them to a t. So all she had to do was make sure that the designs represented each of the holders perfectly.

Tikki wholeheartedly agreed that Marinette deserved to be celebrated as the new Guardian, she hadn’t had a holder who was a Guardian since millennias ago. She was positively buzzing with exhilaration, moves animated with so much zest Marinette was afraid she might explode.

Chat was the first person she told about becoming a Guardian. He was surprised, after all he wasn’t aware of her receiving training, but that was short-lived as he immediately tackled Ladybug in a humongous bear hug for her sensational achievement. He even said, and I quote, “My, I’m honoured to be graced with the presence of the great and powerful Guardian of the Miraculous Box,” topped off with an exaggerated bow and a kiss to the knuckles.

He was also ecstatic about the prospect of a new transformation. Ladybug told him to assure Plagg that she had added a different flavour to it, and will add some cheese to his batch on top of infusing it in his beloved camembert. That night, Plagg denied purring loudly in his sleep. (“You were dreaming, Adrien. Hallucinating!”)

Three months of constant sketching and resketching, coloring in and retracing it for the potion, Marinette finally got the designs out. She asked the kwamis for their opinions on the designs, (after a mini celebration of their own, obviously.) and they gave their input. Some even made flavour requests, though they still kept the champagne in there as they loved it and it made the power-up more fancy.

Then it’s another week of measuring, mixing, and carefully infusing the correct batches into the different snacks. She almost put Wayzz’s herbal tea flavoured potion into Pollen’s honey comb, if not for Tikki and Wayzz’s interference. Oh, the look of horror on Pollen’s face would send Plagg laughing with tears.

With everything ready, it’s time to paaaaaaaaartay! (Clearly Xuppu was here :) )

—

With the help of Chat Noir, they managed to get the miraculouses to the respective holders’ rooms before they arrived home from school. She handwrote all the dissolving letters containing the information, taking care to use her cursive. Those online lessons really paid off, even Tikki couldn’t recognise that she was the one who wrote it.

Ladybug hid behind a rooftop as she watched Max open read the letter, coming to the conclusion that everyone else is doing the same. She hoped that she had made her instructions clear enough, considering how… excited some of her classmates could be.

—

Everyone was confused when they found a box in their rooms, realising soon after that it was a miraculous box. Alya and Chloe immediately opened their boxes, paying no mind to the paper that were below.

“Oh, finally! Ladybug is giving the Miraculous to me! It’s about time.”

“Trixx! Does Ladybug need me?” An extremely loud gasp, “Oh my gosh, is she here? Do I get to hold on to my miraculous?”

The kwamis questioned had to clarify that no, Ladybug was not nearby as there is no emergency, no, it was only for a few short hours, and no again, the miraculous was technically not theirs but “belonged” to the Guardian for safekeeping unless they are permanent holders. They were only temporary holders who are called upon when their help were needed.

(Ladybug and Master Fu had them make sure they got it through their heads after getting irritated when some people kept begging for it again. And also to inform those whose identities were compromised that it was their last time using theirs.)

“Please read the letter before you do anything, Alya.”

“It contains some important information that you really must know before you call upon me, my queen.”

All holders read through the letter:

“Dear [Name],

I hope this letter finds you well. I’m to be officiated as the new Guardian of the Miraculous, and it would really make my happy if you could join me tonight. Along with your miraculous, you will find a small snack for your kwamis. It is to be consumed strictly before transforming, so do not waste it as I’ve only provided a small piece.

You will transform tonight at 4am, going going to the address listed below. Don’t worry, the kwami will be able to help you with that. I know it is late but this is to ensure no reporters or your parents will see you sneak out. Hawkmoth rarely comes out at night anyway, so that’s a bonus.

Chat Noir and I are greatful for your contributions as the heroes of Paris, so we would also like this to be a celebration of thanks. Hope to see you there!

Signed, Ladybug

Address: 53 Rue de Corentin, Petit Fortune Hôtel 3rd floor”

The letters dissolved with a flame of green sparkles, kwamis reaffirming the chosens that they know the address and will help them navigate.

[jiwonsssi]

- differences, p. 3

I hate descriptions. Just read.

characters: eun jiwon/you;

warnings: alcohol usage, swearing.

- And so I was all in the cake and he was laughing like crazy and..I don't know, it's funny, I get it, but it was my fucking birthday and I had nothing to change to and, - rumbling, you feel your head spin a little after two bottles of soju that you two finished, - That dress was so expensive. I gave half of my allowance for it. And that asshole.. woah, now I hate him even more.

Sighing, you frown and pout, looking at your glass. Yeah, you do. Alcohol apparently did boost your eyes to finally open up. You look at Jiwon who's sitting in front of you in this night cafe in the middle of the street and he tries his best to hide his laughter.

- Oh, go on, laugh! - you pour another two glasses of soju and Jiwon smiles, getting his portion from your hand. He already told to stop with all those polite ways of drinking and this is one of the million things that you are thankful for, - Those problems must sound silly for you.

You've been nagging him about how terrible Sungha is for half an hour and he still is listening politely, not to mention his laughter from time to time and that soft look which sometimes your mom gives you when she doesn't want to call you an idiot even if she clearly thinks so, but anyway. He's not even slightly drunk, though. Deep inside you understand why he is not drinking so much.

To keep you safe.

- Yes, they are, - you pretend to be offended by the simple answer and he leans on the table, drinking alcohol like it's water; so you do the same, shoving spicy tteokbokki into your mouth like crazy right after, - But I understand that they are not stupid for you so I have no rights to offend you by saying that 'you are too young your problem are miserable' and all that shit. I was young once too with the same problems.

You are truly taken aback. He's clearly the best 40 years old person you have ever talked to. Idealising him is the worst idea, but that's exactly what you are doing right now.

It's hard to not to after all that happened today; your relationship and work is a mess, but here you are, being absolutely relaxed and comfortable. He did bare minimum; but it is so enough.

- That's the best you could have ever said. Thank you, - he bows down his head to his arms, laughing silently and his shoulder are shaking. Did you just make him giggle like a teenager? God, that feels the best, - So you really did has same troubles? Were you a troublemaker back then?

Jiwon raises his head up, opening a new bottle of soju and you laugh at his 'hell yeah I was' expression.

- Before I speak we should drink at least half of this one, - he pours your glasses again and you drink, feeling your throat burn slightly. You had plans on getting drunk, you are on your way.

- I'm not going to run away, - trying to reassure him, you smile and you find him so damn handsome. You blame it on the alcohol, but you know that's a lie.

He is. Damn, he so is. In the dim lights of the night restaurant, his sparkling because of alcohol and small smile eyes; fuck, you can scream about the color of his goddamn eyes. You just don't want to go all romantic force on how you lost in it, but just to make it clear: you do. Helplessly lost.

And the way he licks his lips sometimes; you are trying desperately to ignore it. You really do. But you would do anything if it means that his tongue would be on your skin right now. Wherever he wants.

You blink, waking up from that little trip that you never wanted to experience and pretend like you didn't imagine blowing him off under that exact table. No big deal.

- I was wild, when I was at your age. That's even sound.. oh my, - he brushes his face with both hands and you finally realise what is he's so afraid of, - I did everything to fuck up my relationships with family and, sometimes, society. Felt edgy or something. I pay for it till this days and it's been almost 20 years. Sounds dramatically.. scary.

- Absolutely not, - why do you feel offended? The feeling that you should protect him from himself suddenly arose and you have no idea how to fight that, - I.. you are not old!

You mumble, not being able to contain your drunken thoughts and breath heavily.

- I am, - he smiles at you with such a soft look in his eyes. God. He could be sixty and you would still find him the best, - Don't fight me on that, you know it's true.

He sounds really cheerful but at the same time you can't deny how sad he actually is. It's heartbreaking to see a man who's worth thousands, feel himself like shit about goddamn age. Maybe you don't understand, you are young and blah blah. Maybe he will think that you don't understand; fuck him then. You understand everything, but alcohol in your blood mixed with slow realisation of break up going on at the back of your mind and anger at him for saying that messes up pretty much everything you were going to say.

- You are an idiot, - he stops in the midst of pouring you another glass and looks at you with such mixed emotions you can't even separate them. He looks adorable, waiting for a continuation of your thought with pure interest and faked offend and you decide to make him even more confused, because that's how we live, - What? Will you punish me? Was I a bad girl?

You make the purest and cutest face you could manage and bite you lower lip. Before he can contain himself, you totally saw him gulping and gazing at your lips. You saw and you blame wave of warmness spreading in your body on alcohol and not on the thought of him kissing you. Or punishing. Or.. Whatever.

- What th..

- My point is, you can count yourself, as old, how much you want, but for me, it will not change the fact that you are still absolutely able to get it, - you were not expecting to say something like that but for someone who wasn't ready, you spoke way too confidently.

- I didn't say I am not able to get it, - his gaze is so intense all of a sudden and you badly want to kiss that smirk off his face. And considering the amount of glasses you have drunk, you might actually able to try, - I was talking about different things.

You are so annoyed! He looks so pleased with himself you don't want him to look like that.

No, you want. He made you frustrated and he didn't even touch you.

Jiwon looks like a total asshole with his shiteating grin, leaning comfortably in a goddamn plastic chair, making it obvious that he checks you out. An asshole you would happily let ruin you in so many ways.

You don't want him to look so attractive because he's dangerous like that. What you said earlier, is true. He is so able to get it. Anything he wants.

It's alcohol speaking in your mind. Probably. Hopefully. G o d, hopefully.

- Are going to stare at me till the night is over? - yes, you were staring. So what? Huh? What? Oh God, you are done.

- Do you want me to do something else? - the game is for two players, right? You take off one of your slippers under the table, not even thinking about how right or wrong it will be. You are drunk, just broke with a dickhead and.. why not? Jiwon's face changes instantly when you touch his leg with yours, slowly and gently getting higher. You lick your lips, biting on the lower one, looking him directly in the eyes and you can swear you have never felt more desired. He just sits there, doing nothing and you can see everything in his eyes. Every fucking thing he wants to do.

It doesn't take much time before you feel his hand sliding smoothly up your ankle and maybe it's because alcohol (you blame way too much on alcohol today) in your veins busted your senses to the max, but you feel such a need for him just because of the one touch. His touches are light, but you can feel how firm and warm his hand is. Fuck. If underessing with a stare would be possible, you sure he won't be even bothered by taking your panties off to not waste time. God, you don't mind.

The only time he breaks eye contact is when he stares at your parted lips, slowly licking his and how he bites it when you push your leg along his thigh. The urge to kiss him is so strong. You met his eyes again and the moment he caress your knee with his fingers, you can't contain yourself and soft whine that escapes your lips ruin it all.

You broke the moment.

Jiwon shrugs and lets you go, muttering something you can't hear.

You would be begging him to continue, but the look on his face.. It's the first time you get rejected but care about the other person instead of your pride.

He closes his eyes and takes his phone with a loud exhale.

- It's so late. I'll call you a taxi, - Jiwon doesn't look at you, taking a wallet and heads towards the cassier.

The game is for two players and everyone lost. You wanted nothing more than come home, bury your head in pillow and cry the whole day away. What were you hoping for? Spend that one night together just because he was generous enough to take care of you through the whole day? You start to think that if he will think a whore who sleeps with men for money out of you, he won't be wrong. It all was so wrong.

You were so ashamed. Like crazy, you felt your cheeks burning, the heat spreading everywhere on your face. God.. it was the worst thing ever.

- Hey, I.. - you hear his voice again and you feel how it literally got worse. It's not healthy, you are afraid to even look at him.

- It's okay. I understand everything. I'm truly sorry for what I did, - you stand in front of him, trying to avoid his eyes and the atmosphere changes so suddenly. A moments ago you felt the best in weeks and now it's.. The lowest, honestly. The deep end.

- You didn't do anything wrong. I shouldn't have drink that much. I am sorry, - you look at him and you can bet his mood is the same. He looks so down. Yet Jiwon sounds so sincere. And sad. And maybe you understand clearly now what he meant earlier about his age.

Responsibilities. He has so many of them.

The thing is, you are absolutely, one hundred percent sure about what he was thinking when you touched him. God, a few moments more and bet it wouldn't end like that. You are not blind.

But the decision he made was like a pretty much a fair slap for you to quit with it. Not because he didn't like you or what you were doing; but because he knew it won't be right.

Even now, he doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, taking the blame on himself.

- It's natural. We both are drunk. You are not the only one who got carried away, - he avoids eye contact, grabbing his phones from the table and you stand up, feeling way more sober now. Jiwon heads to the exit and you follow him, saying goodbye to the waiter.

The cool of the night feels amazing and you inhale deeply, trying to clear your thoughts. Jiwon stands near you, staring into nowhere and you have no idea how you survived this day. It was such a mess. And it still is.

- Aren't you going with me or..? - he left a car in front of YG and you get here by taxi. It's not like he could drive anyway. And you don't want to stand in silence. Even though it's not awkward, as you expected it to be. Just.. tough.

- I live not so far from here. Will walk there, I need to think anyway, - Jiwon smiles at you, putting his hands in pockets and you nod, returning a smile.

- Thank you for the evening. It was great, I enjoyed it anyway. I would cry the whole time if not you, - he looks at you, pouting a little and you want to squish his cheeks. Bad idea.

- Nah, it's okay. I had fun too, - now Jiwon smiles a lot more natural and you are so happy about it.

A car stops in front of you two and he opens a door, waiting for you to sit. You stop standing next to him, trying to find the right words for what you are about to say.

- About earlier.. I'm sorry if it was offensive. I truly am. I haven't thought before doing. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, - he looks you dead in the eyes, gripping on a door and you are afraid you made it worse. As usual.

- Stop with it. I wasn't uncomfortable or offended, - he stops for a second, sigh heavily looking elsewhere, - And that's the main problem. Sleep tight.

He walks away just like that and you.. you can't stop him anyway.

For you, this evening was a great way to sort out many things. That you don't care about Sungha, as a boyfriend, and that the one you loved in him was gone a long time ago, you just didn't want to admit it. You care more about what people might think of you and that's the biggest problem of it all. The bigger might be only the fact that you start to feel things to someone, who's not even slightly will give you a chance. Today, he made it as clear as day. And somehow it makes you feel so miserable. And you planned on crying in your pillow anyway, right?

And for Jiwon, it wasn't that bad. He didn't cry in his pillow, at least. He just thought that from his side, it was so fucking disgusting to make a drunk girl who just broke up with another dumbass flirt with him and what was even more disgusting, he never planned on jerking off with her under his eyelids. For him, it's not that bad, but he doesn't feel himself any better

[the-angry-pixie]

How about Halloween Again, the bit from "“Wait! So you knew?! Why did Lucas get to know and not me?! " to the "Fuck what anyone else thinks" part (is that 500 words?? approximately?? idek)

(For the DVD commentary ask meme - still taking requests btw)

This passage is taken from Halloween (again) - and so obviously, spoilers for that story if you haven’t read it.

You’re lucky I like you Anon cause that was way over 500 words. :P

“Wait! So you knew?! Why did Lucas get to know and not me?! I mean, I get Dustin because he can’t keep a secret to save his life but what about me!” Mike demanded.

He saw Will approaching him in his periphery. “Because…” he felt hands cupping around his cheeks and he grudgingly met the shorter boys eyes. “… you would have freaked out. You would have overthought it and eventually chickened out. You know I’m right” Will was speaking so gently, it soothed Mike’s frayed nerves and he felt his heartbeat calm down a notch.

This is a very real concern when it comes to Mike. He’s still dealing with a lot of fear and worry when it comes to his and Will’s relationship. Without a doubt if he’d known ahead of time that they were dressing up as The Village People - he would have fretted and angsted and eventually CONVINCED himself that they couldnt possibly go as that because then everybody would just KNOW about them. Will could have pointed out that him dressing up as a “gay icon” had actually been very popular with the ladies last year but it wouldn’t have mattered. He could have told Mike over and over again that the idea was FUNNY and that nobody would look into it any further than that. But it wouldnt have mattered. Mike’s just a tad too neurotic for that. So I think Will made a good choice in not telling Mike and just not allowing him the chance to think or stew on it.

“Maybe.” he grumped, to the apparent amusement of the young man standing in front of him. Will smiled at him and pecked him on the lips briefly before sliding under his arm. Mike felt himself calm even further as he squeezed him to his side, enjoying his familiar warmth.

Little moments of gentle affection. Me loves writing them. Its everything that we wanted but didn’t get in Starman.

They looked over to where Dustin was still looking as sulky as Mike felt.

He was sitting on the couch now, grumbling to his knees. “I’m not that bad at keeping secrets…”

“C’mon buddy. Even I was need-to-know basis. The girls—”

“Hey!”

“—ugh fine! The girls and Will weren’t able to get any Army Man clothes. They needed to know if I could dress in my Dad’s old uniform.” Lucas was still trying to comfort his friend. Hand clutched around his upper-arm and squeezing.

And thats a little moment showing *Will’s* insecurities that are still lurking. Now that he’s out and proud  (at least to his friends) he’s certainly not going to allow himself to be thought of as “one of the girls”. Doesn’t matter that thats totally not what Lucas meant - its still a little thing that Will is (overly)sensitive to.

“Yeeeaaah. C’mon pre-party buddy!” Max said kneeling down in front of the teen and leaning on his knees. “Dry your eyes, untwist your panties and come do some shots with me.”

“Yeah and when you’re done, report to my room. We have a lot of body glitter to apply before we’ll be ready to go!” El clapped her hands happily before grabbing Lucas’ arm and pulling him towards her bedroom.

I absolutely adore the idea of El being really into makeup and therefore the most enthusiactic about its application on everybody.

Max was doing the same to Dustin, only towards the kitchen and the bottle of peppermint schnapps she’d stored in the freezer earlier. Although Dustin was dragging his feet, he seemed at least a little more enthused about the idea of alcohol.

Meanwhile Mike turned himself so he was now facing Will. His arms easily settling around his waist. Like a lock clicking into place.

“Body glitter huh?” he murmured. Trying to cover his nerves with humour.

“Mmhmm” Will smiled that little close-mouthed smile of his. “We have to highlight…” his nimble fingers were pinching at Mike’s flannel shirt, pulling buttons from their holes, “all your…” the material slowly parted until the buttons all the way down to his belt-buckle were undone “…assets.” Will smirked, running his hands across Mike’s chest. Eyes catching his as they sparkled impishly.

Will isn’t being horny here. The Village People really *did* never do up their shirt buttons. Ok… maybe he’s being a *little* horny. He also might be laying it on a little thick just to tease Mike a bit. He’s an imp. I like writing him with an impish attitude. 

“Yeah but are you sure about this?” Mike’s hands came up to clutch around Will’s, halting their ministrations. His eyes burned seriously. As much as he tried he could not bring himself to just join in on Will’s teasing. “Isn’t it a little… obvious?”

The teen in front of him huffed, meeting his gaze. “A little obviously what Michael? A little obviously gay?”

Mike scrunched up his nose. “Well… yeah… I guess so.”

Will was giving him that look. That look he always gave him when he wanted to laugh at Mike but was holding himself back.

“Seriously Mike. Don’t worry so much. Nobody is going to care. If anything, they will find it funny! I mean, it IS funny! Especially after we finish applying all the fake moustaches! El is going to look hilarious!”

EVERYBODY IS GOING TO BE WEARING FAKE MOUSTACHES OR FACIAL HAIR (EXCEPT MAX) AND I AM *LIVING*. Have I mentioned recently how obsessed I am with getting the Party dressed up as The Village People?? It’s practically the only reason I wrote this oneshot. Fun Fact: I got the idea from another show called The Almighty Johnsons. Where four brothers get pranked and all turn up separately to a costume party and realise that “Aw fuck. Together, we’re The Village People”.

“I don’t want to look hilarious…” Mike bemoaned quietly, imagining all the people staring. Whispering. Wondering. “I don’t want people looking at me at all!”

“Yes you do!” Will snipped, his tone almost sounding scolding. “This could be our last Halloween altogether for a long, long time. We’ll all be at college next year. We need to make tonight special. We need to do this together. As a group! Fuck what anyone else thinks!”

His voice was sounding earnest now and his fingers were curling around Mike’s chin authoritatively, giving him nowhere to look but into his sea green eyes.

“Say it with me now Wheeler! Fuck what anyone else thinks!”

He was staring silently at Mike. He obviously required an answer.

“Fuck what anyone else thinks.” Mike muttered halfheartedly.

“Fuck what anyone else thinks!!” Will demanded again, his fingers clenching around Mike’s jaw. And he just looked so cute, his face all determined and stubborn. 

“FUCK what anyone else thinks!” Mike announced with more gusto, chuckling as he enjoyed the smile that broke across Will’s face like a sunrise.

“I STILL CAN’T HEAR YOU WHEELER! CALL YOURSELF A COWBOY?!“ Will was absolutely bellowing now. His other hand coming up so he could shake Mike’s head from side to side enthusiastically. “ONE MORE TIME FOR THE PEOPLE DOWN THE STREET!! FUCK WHAT ANYONE ELSE THINKS!!!”

“FUCK WHAT ANYONE ELSE THINKS!!!” they both crowed in unison breaking down into giggles as they heard the cheers coming from the kitchen and El’s bedroom and the token protests about “language” coming from Mrs Byers’ room.

I guess Will decided that what Mike *really* needed at that moment was a Battle Cry. I tried to lay the ground in Starman that Will had been holding this “fuck what anyone thinks” attitude for awhile. He didn’t get it from Theo. He already had it. Theo only bolstered it. And now its Will’s turn. His turn to be the cheerleader. To show Mike that it doesn’t matter. It *really* doesn’t matter. All that matters is them and The Party and having a FUCKING GOOD TIME for their last Halloween together. Its really important to Will. And I loved writing Mike just kind of, getting sucked in by Will’s enthusiasm. Because a confident Will - its a beautiful sight!

“Sorry Mom!” Will responded through his giggles as he fell against Mike trying to muffle his laughter into his chest. Mike held him close, sniggering into his hair.

And yes. I loved writing Joyce’s little cameo. She doesn’t really care, not enough to come out and give them a lecture. Its more just like the token “Mom comment”. Also I like to think that Joyce takes joy in how proud and strong Will is - about his sexuality, his relationship with Mike, everything. So just imagine her giggling away in her room as she shuffles through a magazine, hearing her children whoop and cheer from all corners of her house. 

Thanks so much for the prompt Anon! I love doing these. Hopefully they are somewhat interesting. :)

[prettywordsyouleft]

The Sex Contract - Chapter 10

Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst

Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)

A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL

Chapter 10 – Kaia’s POV.

Kaia was officially sick. She missed work for the following two days, feeling as if she had been hit by a truck. After the third day however, Kaia had endured more than enough of being in bed and sleeping it off that she hauled herself off to the nearest pharmacy and bought more cold medicine before heading off to work. She was shivering in her warm clothing despite everyone else on the train being in their summer outfits and by the time she arrived at work, Kaia wondered if she had made such a wise decision.

“Woah, Kaia!” Keith stared at her wide-eyed as she walked into the office, and he rushed to my side. “Should you have come in today? Sungra said when she visited you that you were quite sick but I didn’t realise just how much.”

“I’m fine,” she assured, waving off his concern and heading to her desk. Her eyes had already locked on another person in the room, the girl smiling sympathetically. Kaia smiled back, flashes of the other day returning to her mind. Despite being ill, Abby’s behaviour had stuck out the entire time. Kaia knew she needed answers, and hoped she could get some alone time with the girl during the day.

She turned away from her thoughts as she heard her name and smiled at Sungra who now stood beside her. “I told you to stay at home until you were better!”

“I’m not contagious, so don’t worry. I have plenty of medicine too,” Kaia assured, reaching into her bag and pulling the medicine bag out. Shaking it a little, she smiled again. “Besides, Korean news never stops. I can only imagine the backload already.”

Kaia sat down and settled into her work, her mind now focused on the task at hand. She enjoyed her job so much that she almost forgot she was sick until a cough racked through her chest.

“Not that sick huh?”

“Sung, it’s just a cough, I’m not dying,” Kaia retorted and heard a chuckle come from one of the junior members.

“No, but after what I just found, I believe Changmin is,” Hyurin mentioned and Kaia snapped her focus to the girl. “He apparently is sick over in Japan.”

“Really? Oh no, the poor guy, how untimely!”

Sungra nodded at Minah’s exclamation. “I hope it doesn’t interfere with his promotional work. Where on earth would he get a cold from?”

Kaia could feel her cheeks burning and she swallowed roughly, which caused her to struggle with another loud cough. When she looked up again, Kaia noticed a set of eyes were focused on her.

Abby smirked. “Colds just must be making their way around, right Kai? You must sympathise with Changmin right now.”

“Uh sure,” she managed to squeak out, gulping down some of her water and then cringing at how hard it was to swallow it all. She cleared my throat. “Must be the upcoming season.”

Looking back at her computer screen, Kaia tried to settle herself down and then thought back to the statement Changmin had made regarding his health that night. Smiling, she made a mental note to contact the idol on her next break.

“We really need to stop meeting like this,” a voice said after the toilet flushed behind her and a sense of déjà vu coursed through Kaia’s veins as Abby stepped towards the sink. She smiled brightly at her as Kaia placed her phone back into her pocket. “Are you feeling any better?”

“I am, thanks.”

“Good.” She started to wash her hands. “Funny how Changmin’s sick too right now. He must know your friend Max, right? Or perhaps he’s the same guy?”

“E-excuse me?!” Kaia spluttered out, watching as Abby’s face broke out into a grin.

“I KNEW IT! You know Changmin!” she exclaimed and Kaia placed her hand over Abby’s mouth, darting her eyes around the area. She struggled to remove Kaia’s hand. “Don’t worry; I checked the cubicles before when I followed you in. I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me!”

“Says the girl who is dating Kim Junsu.” It was Abby’s turn to let her features flood with colour, and Kaia smirked as she poked her playfully. “How could you keep that from me?!”

“It’s not like I wanted to, he told me if we wanted this I had to remain silent about it! We work in the business, you know as well as I do if anyone catches wind of this, we’re doomed.” Abby then poked her back. “But you have a lot to answer for, now I know where you disappear off to. Is it friendship or something more?”

Kaia blushed lightly. “I’m an English teacher at SME in my spare time.”

“You devil!” Abby exclaimed and Kaia giggled, the pair both smiling at one another. Kaia could tell Abby felt as relieved as she did now having someone who knew her secret.

They went to step out of the bathroom, still laughing together until they found someone standing in front of them with wide eyes. Keith pointed at them both and tilted his head, unable to bring himself to speak. Exchanging a look with Abby, Kaia lurched towards him, her hand going over his mouth.

“If you tell anyone what you just heard you’re in big trouble, got it?” Abby hissed and he nodded his head, and Kaia loosened her grip.

“Your secrets are safe with me, as long as you tell me everything.”

“Ah, I felt like I was dying to the point I wanted nothing more than to sleep forever! I couldn’t even eat, Kaia! Why did you have to get sick?!” Changmin complained as she came into his room with the bowl of popcorn she had just prepared. Rolling her eyes, Kaia placed it next to the Korean who immediately started shovelling the snack into his mouth.

“It appears your appetite is fine now,” she observed and he shot her a look as she sat down and picked up the controller. “And besides, what happened to you being in top form huh? I told you I’d go home so you didn’t get sick.”

“It was a very powerful strand of illness, clearly,” he stated strongly, and then motioned towards the screen. “Hurry up and choose a car to drive.”

“I just sat down,” Kaia spoke back in the same tone he’d just used, but did his biddings, hitting the x on the controller when she had decided. They started to race and became focused on that for a while before taking a break. Her fingers hurt from not playing videos games in a while, though it was tradition for Changmin and Kaia to have a games night whenever he returned to Seoul from his jet setting schedule. Although he had been back for two days from Japan, this was the first time either of them had enough time to dedicate to the ritual.

“So, did you miss me?” he asked with a smirk as they watched the animation front page to the gameplay across the large television. He shifted closer. “With Oppa gone, you must have been so lonely.”

“Oppa?!” Kaia screeched and grabbed his pillow to beat him with it. “You sickening bastard! I’m only two months younger than you and you use Oppa on me?! Ugh!”

“I thought you liked the whole Oppa talk since you are addicted to them dramas,” he teased and Kaia growled, beating him some more. He fell back on the bedding and she used it to her advantage, climbing over his waist and continuing to beat him with the pillow.

“I am not one of them whiny girls who cry out Oppa at men. Have I ever called either you or Yunho that? I’m not Korean for one!”

Changmin chuckled underneath her, finding the situation amusing. “Like I would ever want to you to call me that. This is me you’re talking to. I get enough Changmin-oppa from my fans, let alone needing it from you.”

“Oh really?” Kaia said and leaned down to his face. “Oppaaa.”

“Quit it. Ugh, why did I start this?”

“Oppaaaa,” she repeated with a giggle and Changmin groaned heavily. “Oppa, this is so much fun. I just love playing games with you.”

“Let’s play a different one then,” he urged, grabbing her wrists and yanking them so her body fell on top of his. Kaia’s eyes widened as his laugh vibrated against her body. “What? Aren’t I playing my role right? You say Oppa and I’m meant to fall for it.”

“Yunho’s home you fool, that’s why I reacted like that.”

“So? Yunho is a man, he understands the carnal desires very well,” he pointed out and Kaia closed her eyes as Changmin’s mouth found the side of her neck. He kissed a trail down to where her shoulder curved into her neck and Kaia let out a deep breath before snapping her eyes open.

“No.”

“No?” he repeated against her skin, his lips spreading into a smile. “Your body is saying yes.”

“I can’t with Yunho in the house Min, it feels wrong!”

He let out an annoyed groan. “Come on Kai, I haven’t had any in well over a week now.”

“Maybe it’s good for you to learn how to pace yourself,” she told him and he thumped the bed in irritation. Propping herself up, Kaia climbed off his waist and picked up her controller. Changmin didn’t move. “Besides, I thought you had the company of a great female whilst gone, Minnie. Or is Kaori Kimura not to your tastes?”

“How did you know?!” He sat up at her piece of information and then shook his head. “That woman is a witch.”

“How so?”

“She might be one of Japan’s leading models at the moment, but she’s very dominant. I tried to escape her attention four times, but she just wouldn’t relent. There’s only so much superficial bantering that I can muster and she wore me out.”

Kaia smirked. “Not what the pictures show.”

“In case you aren’t aware, I’ve been a professional for a very long time Kai, it’s my job to make things appear like magic.”

“Ah, is that what it’s meant to be? Well, couldn’t you magic me up a handsome man that makes me see stars when we kiss, oh great Wizard?” Kaia asked with a laugh and Changmin grabbed her and then leaned down to kiss her.

“I’ll make you see stars once I’m done with you,” he murmured and she knew her previous concern for Yunho was now out the window, though she pouted and hit his shoulder playfully all the same.

“I said someone handsome!”

_________________

Part 11

All rights reserved © prettywordsyouleft

[TVXQ Masterlist] | [Main Masterlist] | [Request Guidelines]