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chicksmoothie · 2 years ago

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•Say it like you mean it — mingi

—you have a very hard time dealing with your nightmares, so your studiocolleague and hard crush mingi helps you out sleeping better

Pairing dom!Mingi x sub!fem!reader/Chick

Genre Smut & Romance, Music Studio AU. Includes fluff & kinks

WordCount 4K

Warnings +18 content, minors DNI, nightmares, sleep paralysis, dirty talk, really dirty sex (urophilia and anal as the kinkiest), cursing, a bit of a size kink, smile kink (??), and I think that’s it, please tell me if I am forgetting something!

This in no way aims to be a real depiction of Mingi, just a character based on him!!! Same goes for Wooyoung, who appears for a sec.

AN: HIIII!!

Firs of all, I would like to thank you for reading :) this is actually my first fic since I was a teenager so I am a little shy about sharing it, but a friend asked me to do it so here it is!

I must say three things that you might want to know:

I use Chick instead of y/n cos it helps me write

English is not my first language and although I am confident in my english skills there might be some typos, weird use of english or gramatical errors, so sorry in advance

This story will continue as independent chapters of the same AU, but it won’t follow any schedule

Say it like you mean it

You are trying to stop moving throughtout your nightmare but it is kinda impossible, as always.

The night is getting longer and longer and this shitty dream doesn’t seem to end. You have always had this problem: you know you are sleeping, that it is a dream and you kinda control it till a certain point where it turns into a nightmare, and then you are unable to wake up. You try screaming, moving or opening your eyes but nothing works. You are trapped until your body is too tired to keep fighting against your wish to snap out of it, or someone wakes you up. The latter is what happens this time.

You blink a few times, trying to swipe the blur in your still sleepy eyes, just to guess a massive dark silhouette bending over you. “Hey, you alright Chick?” The silhouette asks “You were making a funny face” Your eyes finally focus. “Mingi” you manage to answer with a raspy voice, just awaken. “Yeah, thanks… I just need to get some water”. The guy immediatly hands you a bottle of cold water, which you thank and firstly put on your forehead to get rid of even the last bit of nightmare that might remain.

“Were you dreaming?” You open the bottle and drink a tiny zip. “Yes, nightmares, I get them quite a lot” You don’t know why you are telling this to Mingi. The guy could just be a random studiopartner who you sometimes help with lyrics and beats, but well, apart from that, he is the guy you secretly have a huge crush on and the same guy you draw every session day cos you can’t get over his profile, lips, adams apple or shiny eyes. His short pink hair has been printed in your brain along with his smile since the moment you first landed your eyes on him. You are totally delusional for him. And eventhough his mates are obssessed with shipping you together, you don’t get any sexy vibe from him towards you, so you just enjoy his company and, why not saying it, his sight too. You get along really well, and you don’t even think about fucking that up.

“Are they really bad? I mean, you seemed just upset while sleeping, but not enough for it to be a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from”. The next explanaition you give him surprises you even more, cos you spend the next good 10 minutes telling him about your whole problem with sleep paralysis, and this is something you normally avoid at all cost. And, oh my god, not him paying attention without saying a word until you finish, making you blush, cheeks beet red. “And that’s it I guess, not too deep”.

You don’t normally get knocked out like this at the studio, so it isn’t going to happen again anyway. You could just keep helping each other with your songs as you’ve been doing till now before this tiny shitty incident, end this conversation right here and keep going with your lifes, “Do you need someone to wake you up like I did just now?” until he asks this “I might be able to do that” and states this other thing.

“Sorry, I think I don’t get you” you are trying your best to brush off the thought of Mingi being next to you while sleeping before burning with the need of having that scene in real life, “As I said, I offer myself to stay next to you while you sleep just in case you need a hand to wake up” until he offers himself to…fuck, to actually do so.

“Yooooooooo…” you both jump in surprise, your conversation being interrupted by Wooyoung, one of Mingis teamates. “Flirting again I see” Mingi slightly blushing and flicking his tounge. “Fuck off Woyo” he turns to your direction and says “Give it some thought, I might be of help”. He tries hard to hide his nervous smile, dimple showing and eyes shining. And then he fucking leaves.

Woyo laughs while waving goodbye “Well, princess, it is getting late, you should go home”

What the fuck was that just now, you ask yourself.

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Your dreams are getting not only worse, but also more frequent. The last nightmare with sleep paralysis was the fifth out of seven nights a week has. That is double as much as they were before, and this situation has been going on for another two weeks.

Your lack of quality sleep has you dozzing off during lesson and keeps your brain bottled up, unable to concentrate nor being creative on your music. It has reached to a point where you would get paranoid and afraid of the night itself, which implies being unable to sleep at all. You are tired both physically and mentally, and Mingi and the guys from the studio can tell.

This is why Mingi takes you to the studios kitchen, sits you on a chair and goes “You’re not sleeping shit”. You can only nod. “Why won’t you ask for help? I offered, but it doesn’t have to be me if you are not comfortable with that” you look up at him, doubting if you should tell him that no one knows about your nightmares. You bite your lip until you throw it: “I can’t tell just anyone cos it embarrasses me,” deep breath “so you are the only one who knows” Mingi is so shocked you can tell miles away, given the face he is making. After the shock comes the seriousness. “Okay, you are sleeping beside me tonight”. And all you can do is nod again, tired and surrendered.

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You throw the key away in the desk by the door, hang your coat and make a gesture for Mingi to do the same. “I am sorry it isn’t tidy”. He wanders around with his eyes just to catch how full of paintings and drawings, sculptures and some other things he can not really classify this house of yours is.

“Your place is actually amazing. How come you have so much arty stuff?” You can tell he is genuinely interested “Oh, I majored in Fine Arts, currently writing my thesis, so this is research material you could say” He widen his eyes “Wait, I thought you were a singer, like, I’ve seen you live” Trying to supress your smile you say “Well, I do that too. I do a bit of everything, never good enough at anything to live on it” He automatically shakes his head in disapproval, “The fuck you saying, that doesn’t show on your songs or in all this, baby” You look at him, not sure about what you should be more shocked about: the fact that he was giving you credit on all of your work so fervently or the fact that he just casually called you baby.

Shit, you could get used to that. “I am going to order the pizza,” you shake it off quickly, “you can choose a movie or something. The TV is over there.” Is this a fucking date? Really? Pizza is okay but, girl, a movie? Bloody hell you are hooked.

After a while watching Inuyasha, chosen by you and accepted by him since not surprisingly he loves anime, you start to feel that new but already familiar feeling of not being able to keep your eyes open due to tiredness. Also not surprisingly, you don’t lose to paranoia and fear tonight, since Mingi is close enough to you to be able to feel his body heat. It makes you nervous in a totally different way, and also calm enough to finally fall asleep on his shoulder.

It is all pitch black, you can’t see a thing and you try to reach something around you but your hands keep slipping through cold air and emptyness. You feel you are too alone for it to even be possible, you feel such loneliness, such fear of what you can’t see. Everything around you is still cold and still empty and your hands are still slipping through the air and you can’t find anything or anyone to wake you up.

Thats it, you are dreaming. Another shitty fucking nightmare. Please someone wake me, please. You try to say it, your mouth opens up and maybe emits the sound but you can’t hear it. You also try to pull your own arm in a desperate attempt of inflicting yourself some pain that shakes you out of this dream, but fail. Your body blocks any kind of action you try to start. Cold drops of sweat rolling through your body outside the dream, you can feel it, you are right in between, why can’t you reach the surface?

It suddenly happens. A hand would gently caress your sweat away outside the dream, first thing you feel in what seemed ages. And that’s what it takes. You slowly open your eyes, also slowly focusing on a worried Mingi. “You alright?” You are suddenly so calm, everything just sets right.

You close your eyes again and rest for the first time in a long time.

When you wake up you are in your bed, fully covered with your 3k blankets (you are really not a cold person) and a fucking big and heavy arm. Mingi is right behind you, breathing soundly on your nape. Shut up. Shut the fuck up because this is not fucking happening. I am still dreaming. You tell yourself all that, but reality says otherwise, since Mingi wakes up to your tiniest move in order to wake you if needed, and he had just noticed how your body suddenly tensed.

“Chick? You awake?” Shit is his morning voice sexy “Good morning Mingi” you can’t even turn around from embarrassment “Good morning baby” BABY, againnnn?jeheodjeifhehehdjhd “Did you sleep any better?” You just manage to nod, unable to emit any sound or word since apparently you have forgotten your own language. “Why won’t you talk? Are you alright?”

His fingers start to have a stroll through your hair, drawing circles on your scalp. What is he up to? You wonder, cos this situation would normally lead to something you know far too well. But, as always, you’d rather die than admit that these things happen to you, that someone might be interested in you. You need more, a bit of a bigger proof. “Hey, Chick, please talk to me, do you need water or something?… Did you fall asleep again?” This last bit is nearly a whisper. Did he actually lower his voice just now just in case you had fallen asleep? You can’t take it. That is too fucking endearing. You break in laughter and turn around, smiling at him. “Thanks Mingi, I slept amazing”.

And there you are, facing each other closer than ever. Just a few centimeters away from his lips, as you had imagined too many times to even fucking count. So what do you do now, you beg someone to tell you. The hand that was previously caressing your head had, lets say naturally, landed on your waist when you abruptly turned around, and somehow it started moving with the same motion it had on your head, but now on its new location. “Yeah? I’m glad, and you are welcome” A bright smile on his lips, still so close to yours you could breathe his words in. You just can’t stop looking at him, he is too bright himself, so pretty. His smile is too much for you, fuck, you might actually cry.

But you don’t have time to do that, cos Mingi takes the chance of you looking at his lips to put on yours his pretty smile. It lasts a second, but when he moves his face away from you, your heart tightens and your eyes shut close to try to process the warmth in your chest. Where did all these overwhelming feelings come from? You never thought it was so deep. Was it this deep? Have you been cockblocking your own feelings for this guy as you always do just to avoid facing them? Hell yeah you have girl. When you open your eyes Mingi is looking at you, clearly puzzled since he thinks he might have gone overboard with the kiss. Your hands find his cheeks, pressing against them so hard his mouth turns into a fish face.

“I am in love with you” You look at him gently for a second, just settling your words altogether with your flaming chest. His face is a poem: the fish face now has his eyes wide open in surprise, and you break in laughter again. He slowly takes your hands away while his expression changes just to grab your chin with one of his own hands “You mean it? Say it like you mean it” his eyes are a bit narrowed, his new and unknown expression tainted in something dark that you can feel right in your lower half. He wants to know, he wants to hear you say it like you mean it.

You swallow, looking at him in the eyes while trying to catch your breath “Mingi I lov-“ And thats all you manage to say, cos next Mingi is full on pressing his lips against yours, your whole body against his, so much bigger than yours. It sounds so messy in your mouths you feel shy about it, but all you can do is give in to him, finally reaching each other as you both apparently wanted to. His hands are all over your body. Fuck you are needy. Fuck he also is.

So you move your hands near the “whatever cloth’s he has got” elastic and pull it down. He growls in your mouth, anticipating what you are about to do. And, although he wants you to do it, he also wants to pleasure you first.

“Baby, wait” you look at him, quite confused again both for him stopping you and also him calling you baby for the third time as if nothing. “Let me get on top, yeah?” As if you could fucking answer anything to that. He slips on top of you making it seem like he has done it every single day of his life, with such ease. When you feel him grind against you, you melt down and pant. You want him so much it’s insane.

In a second attempt to take action you stroke yourself against him, and again he stops you “Be a good girl, huh? Let me work you just right for a bit” you automatically stop and nod biting your lips, eyes full of needy tears, making his chin clench and tighten in lust at the sight of this undone under him you. He goes back to your mouth and kisses you, and this time he does it so damn slowly, as if he loved you back? His tongue going over your lips and making its way inside your mouth, finally eating your breath up in the sweetest kiss ever.

His hands are covering your cheeks and reaching behind your ears through your neck, and this could sound all too innocent and fluffy if he wasn’t grinding against your already soaked pussy so hard but at the same slow pace as the kiss. You moan between his lips, earning another one of his smiles, this time a bit cheeky. “Needy aren’t we?” He didn’t expect it, but you grin yourself and go back to his mouth and almost whispering you say “Yeah baby, so fucking needy for you”. Mingi tenses from head to toe, grinds one time just as a reflex and slaps you slightly on your cheek, “And what exactly is it that you need, needy girl?” “Mingi, please” your grin dropping and you cry while your arms wrap around his lower back just to pull him even closer, pressing your clit against his already rock hard dick, making you both moan.

“Words baby, wanna hear you say it” he growls while grinning and you cant help but obey without even thinking, “Mingi, really give it to me,pretty please? Fuck me stupid hm?” You know your slutty begging tone is effective, but not to this extent, cos one second after your last word is Mingi dragging your pants and panties down, lining his dick and pushing it slowly inside you. Slowly, very slowly, cos you are wetter than ever, but he is so, so, so big. You both sighing deep due to the sudden hit of his cock entering you.

“You feel amazing around me. Going so slow is torture” He is looking into your eyes, so when you push yourself up in order to take him whole in one go, you have the perfect sight of his eyelids flicking and his eyes rolling up to the back of his head, enjoying the pleasure it gives him. “Fuck, baby, so good” he bites his lips while now moving in and out of you, still slowly, still so sweet.

Your pussy clenching at the sound of his praising. “Mingi come closer, I wanna kiss you” “Because you love me?” You nod “Words baby” and he demands. “I love you Mingi, please let me kiss you” He smiles brightly. “I love you too” and so he’s got you. You’re done for.

The moment he bends down to kiss you you swallow his mouth, arch your back and make his cock enter you the fucking perfect angle that you both needed to finally lose it. Mingi starts to fuck you hard, taking your legs to roll them around his waist, making you push him deeper with each time he bangs. Your eyes crying and your voice crying too, your head falling back in pleasure, him growling your name and praising how good your pussy tastes for his cock, his body pressed so tightly to yours and every inch of your body feeling so full of him.

You start to feel that burning knot in your core, this hot sensation that you have never felt with a guy fucking you before and that you could only reach with your fingers.

“Mingi I think am gonna cum” you cry “Cum baby, drench me, yeah?” As if you were following his every order, the knot pulls you to your orgasm faster than it ever has before, but he doesn’t stop “You think you can take it a bit longer?” And for some reason you do. And not only that, being so overstimulated turns you on so much that you end up begging with your eyes still rolled back from the high of your orgasm and your body still shaking “Mingi don’t fucking stop, please”.

And he doesn’t, but he does bend you over the mattress, your face sunken in the pillow. He has your ass up to the sky and he can’t help but suck his thumb and then stroke its entrance in circles while still banging your pussy. When you feel his finger entering your ass and trying to find and press his own cock through your flesh inside you, all the overstimulation that has built up finally overcomes you. “Mingi…something different is coming!” You shout ridiculously still pressed against the pillow. He doesn’t stop, he knows what is gonna happen and he wants to see it from the front row. And this is not going to take long, you just need a little push. “Come on babygirl, let me see it” he gasps while rocking his hips.

All of a sudden this heat that comes along with the orgasm mixes with a burning feeling in your clit. Mingi takes his mostly free hand to go down to it and press on really fast and really hard. You scream his name as if it was the last thing you would say. Your legs so week you can’t even keep yourself in all fours, your pussy clamping and drenching the whole bed with your squirt. “Jesus Christ baby, that is so fucking sexy. You’re such a slut huh? Wetting your bed like that. And this is all for me.”

A growl followed by a slap on your ass, this time very hard, nothing to do with the previous one on your face, announce his own orgasm. This one slap is meant to mark you as his, make himself stamp his own pleasure for you on your skin as if he could’t stay still. And then he slows down, pouring all his cum inside your pussy, while still fucking your asshole with his thumb in the same slowing pace.

He pulls out and you whine, feeling too empty all of a sudden. You think it is over and somehow you feel kinda disappointed “I thought you were gonna fuck my ass too” he can’t even finish to lean beside you because he falls apart in laughing tears “Are you for real? After this?” “I don’t know” you say, eyes looking down at Mingis body lying just by your side, you still down faced and breathing irregularly “I was ready for everything”.

Mingi takes your face and kisses you dearly while, again, smliling through your mouth and making you smile too. “I am not gonna fuck your asshole...” you pout, he smiles even wider. “…today. But I am going to clean you up”. He starts kissing you again, then going down your neck with tiny little pecks, he stops for a minute on your chest, your nipples and down to your bellybutton.

The pleasure this time is different. You know you are unable to cum anymore after squirting so hard, at least not in a couple of minutes without any stimuli. But this pleasure is just pleasure for you to enjoy without the orgasm as the reward. Just Mingi feeding you full with attention like this is just right, just enough. You anticipate his next kissing stop, you know what he is about to do and you burn inside with desire. “Mingi…” You pull his short pink hair at the time you push his face between your legs for him to eat you out only as a fucking professional rapper like him would do. The thought of him sucking you clean of his own cum is driving you nuts. “Shit Mingi, so good…” You are too sensitive right now, but somehow it still feels good to have him gently sucking you.

Once he finishes, he is now hard again, and not that you are surprised. You look up at him, asking with your gaze what you should do. He grins “Stay still babe, lay towards the headboard for me” you obey and he gets closer to you, towering you under his huge body and leaning forward, just to have your face aligned with his dick.

He starts stroking in a slow motion at first, then hurrying the pace as he watches you open your mouth while looking at him in the eyes. “I wanna cum on your face” he sighs while closing his eyes “And then I wanna piss all over your body”. At this point this does only not surprise you, but you ache for it too.

Your eyes meet, he is waiting for your approval. Your only answer being gulping, licking your lips and opening your mouth again while looking at his cock pointing at you. “Fuck” he manages to say. And then he cums hard, fast, all on your face and making it drip to your tits. “I am gonna drench you baby, say you want it. Tell me” “Mingi” keep crying, “I do want it so fucking bad…” Right this instant, after coming down from his climax, does he start showering you in his piss, moaning hard with his low voice a bit pitched this time, looking down at you getting covered. Your body suffering because of the temperature difference between the fluid and your skin, and thus making you tremble until he finally finishes his load.

He falls over you and rolls down until he can rest on your lap. “You are incredible” he says. You smile, proud of yourself and also proud of him. “So are you, baby” and hearing yourself saying “baby” reminds you something you’ve been wondering. “Yo Mingi, how come you so casually started calling me baby out of nowhere?” He looked up at you and gave you that smile of his that you’ve spent hours drawing. “I’ve dreamt of it so many times it came out naturally”.

He takes you to the bathroom to get a very needed shower. And under the warm water you think about your next dreams being as normal as his, quiter and maybe safer since from now on you would be sleeping next to Mingi.

Part 2 whenever

#mingi x y/n #mingi fluff #mingi smut #ateez hard hours #mingi #mingi x you #mingi au #smut #mingi hard hours

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dofnken · 5 months ago

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sometimes you are so horny that you start babbling.

tags: fingering

“K-Kento...,” you whimper, riding three of his big fingers. The lewd sounds from your cunt make you blush.

“Shh~ I know, baby, I know. You are doing so, so good for me, such a good girl”.

You frowned at his remark, not quite happy.

“How could you know ?” you, mumble into his neck.

“Hm?” he asks, the thumb of his other hand drawing faint circles on your hips.

“Your fingers are so big, Kento. You don’t know how it feels.”

“Really ?” You can’t see him, but you definitely know the grin plastered on his face.

“Y-yeah, let me finger you and then you will know.” Your walls were already tight around his slick fingers, but they contracted once more when you heard his guttural laugh, deep from his belly.

You pull away from him, your mouth having been pressed against his shoulder, leaving a thin layer of saliva and an invisible string still connecting you to him. You try to capture his gaze,resisting the urge to roll your eyes from the pleasure he always gives to you, and attempt to frown at him as best as you can.

“Don’t laugh at me”, you say. He just smiles at you, pink lips pressed against your collar.

“Yeah, sorry baby”.

“Let me finger you…” He smiles once more, his cheeks perhaps as pink as his lips now. “Let me finger you, please. I'm sure I can make you feel good... and- and,” you start stuttering, feeling ridiculously horny suddenly, “I'll suck you off at the same time. You'll cum so hard in my mouth,” your tongue absentmindedly running over your lips, the idea alone making you drool once more. “I'll make you feel so, so good.”

“You're already so perfect for me, baby, right here tight on my fingers,” he grunts as he thrusts hard with his hand, causing you to buckle onto his lap, “stuttering prettily.” You whine at that, unhappy with his words.

“Noo~” you squeal, biting your lip as if you don’t want to cry. “Just one finger, please. Let me make you cum on my finger just one time.” Your fingers move quicker than your words, trailing lightly over his blond, hairy chest, grazing a nipple, causing his cock to throb in his trousers, slightly loosened at the waist now that the belt is on the floor. But he quickly catches your hand in his grip.

“No, don’t be mean now,” he says, his voice low and teasing as he gently pull your arm behind your back. “You're so talkative tonight, angel. We wouldn’t want to fill your lovely mouth with three fingers now, would we? Such a big mouth, I'm sure they would slip in so easily. Why can you take three fingers in your mouth but not in your pretty cunt, hm, baby?” You whine again, your breath heavy against his neck, your lips tickling his skin just under his ear.

“Don’t want my bratty girl tonight, I want my good one. Can you be my good girl right now?”

You nod silently, because it’s always what you want to be – his good girl.

“Nice, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at your neck. His teeth brush against your sensitive skin, sending a shiver of goosebumps down your spine. “Now, cum.”

— sorry for grammatical errors and typos, english is not my first language.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you

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camestela · 2 years ago

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Hello, I hope this isn't too random/ rude, but I have a question. What's it like to be an illustrator without studying illustration in university? Do you think it's an obstacle or does it not matter at all? Do you wish you had studied it in school? I've been thinking about my future a lot and it's so difficult to find information about this field. Anyway I love your illustration work! I'd be happy to get any answer you wanna give me

It is not random or rude no worries, I'm happy to reply. (tho expect typos because english is not my first language and it's the end of the work day and i'm too tired to re read what i write)

Just a little context, the things I will say here are about my own experience as a woman that was born and raised in Chile, south america and born into a low income family.

So short answer is: it doesn't matter at all. You can have whatever profession and become and illustrator.

Longer answer: You must be strategic and be really passionate because there are a lot of things to be learned and sacrifices to be made to make things happen.

Hell, I haven't even "made it" myself yet, I am just at a more advanced point but I'm not like super economically comfortable or even known in the illustration community.

Anyways, I decided to study strategic design because i knew my context and i knew i needed a degree to be "someone" and advance in my life, however i'm also very stubborn and i'm the type of person who will follow her dreams and do whatever she wants! so it should be something that would give me tools for both my dreams and life itself (jobs and such)

If you're from a first world country you probably have the option to go to schools of animation or illustration that are pretty good and can get you faster on the industries you're interested. That was my dream to be honest i wanted to study animation, but here there aren't many (or any) really good schools that teach contemporary or entertaiment arts, it's all very old and around the "bellas artes" kind of thing. That wasn't my thing so if I'm going to get into debt to study I thought, hey at least design will give me tools that can help me read my goals and also get to know interesting people. so that's what i chose.

BUT in design you don't draw at all, I knew it, and I knew what my end goal was: being an illustrator. So from day one in university I was always trying to draw and put in illustrations into my projects. most of my teachers hated that i did that but i did it anyways. others were super cool about it and supported me, you just have to know why you do things and not care that much lol

I said something the other day on twitter (i'll add that at the end of this) that applies to this because in the end i knew i needed certain things to be "successful" or even getting into the scene:

I needed to be REALLY good at drawing, like having your style, something to say, having a wide range of habilities that would make people ccome to me when they wanted to say their stories

I needed to be very disciplined because i must find spaces when i'm not studying or working and drawing (for this, always drawing things you like is key lol)

i needed to be proactive and create my own projects and go to conventions and get past my anxiety and not having a mentor or guide.

network, this is the hardest for me but i realized networking didnt need to be a souless thing, in my case it just meant i tried my best to get to know my peers and other artists and be friendly even if we werent FRIENDS, if we're friendly and cool enough we will recommend each other for jobs.

YEAH so to do naother short answer: Yeah i wished i had had the opportunity to go to a cool school like calarts or gobelins etcetc but that wasnt my reality so no i do not regret my choice because it was the best in the context i was in, i wouldnt worry too much about it either because in the end even you've a degree but suckass at drawing or you're just not someone who knows what they need you to know you won't get hired.

and yes it is difficult, but i don't think anyone expects illustration and arts to be an easy career, i've had my breakdowns (manyyyy) and it's ok to do other things and expand your possibilities but it's also what i'm passionate and it has made me live things i wouldnt otherwise so no ragrets.

just be proactive, draw a lot, draw more, learn things that are useful for the specific field you're interested in (i'd say that choosing something to be your main focus helps, like children books story boarding etc, so you can create a good portfolio) and get in touch with people who work in these things you're interested, make friends, learn from them...

yeah! and good luck, it's all about that shonen protagonist mentality, never give up!!!

i hope this helps i know i'm a mess when writing these replies lol

#asks #long text #words

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foxymoxynoona · 8 months ago

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I just read that ask about reading comprehension anon and yes I agree with you. Though common mistakes that I so often see in people nowadays are homophones, ex. "your" and "you're". It's like the most basic, how the heck do you not know the difference. I learned that in elementary school and English isn't my native nor first language (though it is my second language). I suck at writing and speaking and spelling B, but at least I double-check to a dictionary whenever I write in English to make sure I didn't misspell it.

Also I just want to say that, one of my favorite about your fics is your writing. I know it's not easy and I admire that about you as a "fanfic" writer to put that much effort. I find it pretty obvious when a writer just explicitly tells you everything compare to the ones who wants you to immerse yourself into the story to figure things out. I've read fics that kind of just dump words to it make look long, like... 5k+ words, but doesn't progress the story. Though I think they call it a filler, but I don't think a filler can be 5 chapters long (that should only be 1 chp, right?). I really wish I can tell some writers in this fandom to maybe read fics like yours as a research in writing, but I guess that's rude and offensive. To the very least I'd like to correct their typos, but not many accept that either. I hope one day I can write like you. I've once tried writing my own fanfic, but turns out it just looks nice in my head. Now I only read fics and draw my own story in my head from theirs. Like, I always fantasize my own story of your fic, especially lowlander and meadow. I apologize for the long ask.

TL;DR: your writing is amazing and I'd like you to know that. I'll always love your fics and will always come back to read them. Thank you for writing and sharing such good fics

I do put so much effort haha, possibly too much effort?? But to me fanfic writing isn't any different than any other writing I'd do, I'm still telling a story and engaging with characters and pushing to improve my skills!

I went to college for writing and found it icnredibly frustrating how bad basic grammar and spelling were for my peers. In workshops we'd spend all the time correcting mistakes like that instead of talking about the contents. I pushed my college to require a freshman seminar or first-year class on English but they never did, which felt like such a miss to me.

Filler chapters are interesting, I've learned how to "use" them. Sometimes you do need time to just pass in the story to get from point A to B, but if they aren't serving plot, they should be serving something else --I tend to use them for character or relationship building, or to give readers a break from a certain tone or theme, sometimes it's world building. I also tell myself to just get to the point, if I'm bored and feel like this bit is a waste of time, how can I expect readers to take the time? I think both of these approaches have improved my writing. I also don't need to add length haha I need to do the opposite, my stories are soooo long!

"I really wish I can tell some writers in this fandom to maybe read fics like yours as a research in writing, but I guess that's rude and offensive." This gave me a good laugh haha. I don't imagine any one would appreciate being told that but I am flattered, especially since I do approach my fanfics with as much effort as I would any other writing 😊

As for writing, I hope you continue to do it if it brings you joy. You don't need to worry about the output! In the first place, writing is a skill ilke any other and the more you do it, the better you get. But second of all, it's a closely guarded secret, but I think most of us never feel like what's on paper is as good as what was in our heads 😂 I certainly never have been fully satisfied but I decided to share anyway and I'm very glad I did!

Thank you for the long ask, it was a pleasure to read 🥰

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psyches-love-nest · 2 years ago

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(+𝟙𝟠) 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭'𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾?

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3 → 4

Hello! Welcome to my first post on this blog. My content is mean to cover the sensual and most empowering side to sex, without leaving the juicy stuff aside of course. Since I cannot control what could be triggering or not to others, I would ask you to interact with the following information with discretion and take my words with a grain of salt, please. I did my best to convey all messages with utmost respect and sincerity, so now pick one pile or two? and enjoy your reading!

I'm open to receive tips or feedback on the replies/ask box.

English is not my mother language, so please be tolerant of my typos and odd grammar♡

✧𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 1✧

Oh dear, your next boyfriend has such a heart of gold! He would be worry of not hurting your feelings and he wants you to feel comfortable around him before having your first night together. He’s highly intuitive and can sense you are hiding something important from him, though. Some of you have remained chaste so far and you could feel a little bit embarrassed because of that, but let me tell you something really quick; there’s no law stating you should have your first sexual encounter before some age. I’m proud of you for not succumbing under social pressure or giving up on the idea of having your first time with a meaningful person. For some of you the time to have sex has arrived, but for others I see delay as you must confront your fears before that can happen. This later group might’ve been taken advantage of or faced one leech after another and that left you trusting no man.

This is not a dumb or insensitive person you would be dating. He’s willing to wait until you open up to him about what’s haunting you, then you would have a round of trash talking your exes, social beliefs, and end up bonding over each other’s traumas. He'd still want to have intimacy with you afterwards but would pass the choice on when it’s happening to you. He might ask you what’s off limits or unappealing to you while he’s still thinking straight, since you would be meeting the wolf that remained asleep until you hit the mattress. Under his stare you would be shaking out of excitement and his hot big hands would get you to melt into a pond with their sensual caresses. He would search for your face and eyes to check if he’s pressing or rubbing you on the right spots.

His solely fantasy of you was fucking you senseless. Despite of his kindness and patient, he is a concrete and to the point man. He goes without a plan and relays on his instincts, yet he would never go for unprotected sex or putting self-pleasure under yours. Yours comes first actually. He would like to see you in all fours and enter you from behind with short and quick thrusts to torture you, and then fully penetrate you at once. He would surprise you by pulling you back from your hair and your ear would be close to his mouth hearing his heavy breathing. If you got a derogating kink, he would call you “a slut” or accuse you of enjoying yourself way too much for a former celibate. He might intentionally forget to draw the bedroom's curtains to preserve some light as he would go for a check-up on you later. He’s a methodical person, so he would use his two thumbs to open your vulva and check on the color, taste and search for your weak points. The more restless and awkward you get during the inspection, the more aroused he would be.

This man is slightly mean to his lover, but knows when to stop the teasing (after you've gotten frustrated and wet) and go for the real fun instead.

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✧𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 2✧

The desire and affection you would have for each other would be strong. I’m getting his sexual fantasies of you and yours of him at the same time, so I hope I’m not mixing anything up here. While he’s not an overly imaginative person, he would want you to be the main character in bed. It’s something about your personality demanding it. You might be bubbly and talkative in comparison to his introspective and steady personality. He assumes you would start babbling as soon as he focusses on stroking your beautiful legs and leans to press his lips on your calf, tracing a path of wet kisses up to your inner thigh. He would take your hand and first place a kiss on your wrist, then under your attentive watch he would put your index and middle fingers into his mouth and suck on. He’s certain you will make a comment on his dick, he’s proud of his length and skills in the bedroom.

He might have square hands with short and thick fingers. You could’ve wondered how they would fit inside your vagina the first time you saw them. You might fantasy of how your boyfriend’s fingers could shape you inside, their thickness’s sensation, and how deep they could reach and operate delicately since THEY’RE HUGE. Your boyfriend was right on assuming you would react at the sight of his penis, you would be staring him down there a lot until you could grip it in your hand. You two might be attracted to oral sex, but your boyfriend fantasies of you giving him a hand job and his cum dripping down your hand and splashed on your clothes.

He has a good stamina and would go for several rounds before you passed out. He'd want to see you exhausted yet satisfied after multiple orgasms. I’m getting he does not care about being a dom or sub and might be open to try unorthodox practices as long as you’re happy and both get satisfied. This is a quiet yet romantic person at heart. There’s a cute side to his sexual fantasies, too. After he had made love to you, he would check how emotional fulfilled you are with each other.

I do paid +18 readings. My approach to the subject can be either therapeutic or recreational according to your needs and demand. Feel free to contact me for more information♡

✧𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 3✧

This man could be your sugar daddy and/or he’s older and has plenty more sexual experience than you. He could take you out for dinner and give you presents as part of a ritual that ends in you two having sex in a hotel room. The fantasy starts with him having control over the relationship and your adoration and total submission to him are granted. He would like to see you wearing a chocker with a gold medal with the engraving of your first name’s initial and his together, but he wouldn’t be satisfied with that alone. He would expect you to wear the jewelry and clothing he gifted you in your next date. I’m getting he likes when you take the initiative and do things for him like wearing nail polish of his favorite color.

He's aware some of the practices he’s into are not for the faint of heart, so he would ask for your consent and you’d likely agree to participate in whatever he proposes out of curiosity. That’s how your journey within the BDSM world would begin, darling. His fantasies include a lot of roleplaying, he would imagine you wearing a harness and sitting on your knees waiting for his command. He would start off with playfulness and giving you simple orders but his mood would turn progressively darker and would command you to take his penis fully in your mouth. If you do well, he might “reward” you letting you swallow his cum. Some of your games would be afoot even before you make it to the bedroom, like he could ask you to wear a chastity belt from morning to your night meeting, so he can remove it from you only before penetrating you.

He would fantasy of you wearing that sexy lingerie with slits on the cups that caught his attention online before purchasing it for you. I see he has a collection of sex toys and he would like to try one by one on you. He might blindfold you with your hands tied to the headboard and whisper soothing words to your ear before proceeding to fuck you. He might patiently wait for the day the trust between you had strengthened enough to ask you to switch. From then on his fantasies would focus on you making a mess out of his asshole with a dildo as he’s kneeling and making noises through a gag. He could have a derogating kink that he hid so well ‘till that moment, but there would come your turn to treat him like your pet and seeing him getting aroused by your taming.

I do paid +18 readings. My approach to the subject can be either therapeutic or recreational according to your needs and demand. Feel free to contact me for more information♡

✧𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 4✧

Let’s begin saying your next boyfriend promises fun, laughter, and his lively personality is very contagious. Regardless of his real age, he got both the energy and stamia of a teenage boy. He’s restless, adventurer and permanently horny. He would want you to get loose on your outings (you might have a stressing work, debts or a tough family situation at that time) and he would be waiting for the occasion to pounce on you. He is more like a puppy to a scaring depredator, though. He’d see you like a nymph or high priestess, seductive yet demanding of respect. He would worship you as craving the seemly unattainable. I’m getting you two are polar opposite and your personality could be calmer, mature, and you’re seemed as elegant/lady-like. He frequently fantasies with kissing you, leaving you disheveled and a loss of words by his tongue technique and caresses. He could not help but teasing you publicly, like sneaking a hand under your skirt at dinner with friends or grouping your ass when no one is watching as a warm-up for what’s awaiting you at home.

If you’re dealing with body dysmorphia, this person would help you to dispel those intrusive thoughts and to love your body as much as he does it. He doesn't see chubby arms, stretch marks, a plain face or flat chest (or whatever you’re worrying about), but a stunning woman. You would’ve never suspected that total surrender to a man meant getting the best sex of your life. On the other hand, while he was waiting patiently for the day you could have sex, he spent his time fantasying of looking at your ass and teasing your asshole while fingerfucking your vagina. I see this fantasy repeating over and over on his mind, but with alternative endings. In one he turned to hold your hips with both hands and was entering you from behind, the other shows as he leaned and went for stimulating your anus with his tongue.

You’re mutually intellectual and curious people, so this connection would open a door for exploring both’s general sexual fantasies and trying new things. Your person doesn’t get scared or disgusted easily, he’s a tremendous freak in the sheets and would get to know every inch of your body. There would be trust and no secrets between you. And while he might seem imprudent and unconcerned with trivial matters, this person would not go for unprotected sex (unless mutual agreement) and he knows of respecting boundaries.

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skzvibes · 4 years ago

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It's not like you're in love

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: intense make out, mentions of nudity, mentions of sex (not explicit smut tho)

word count: 4,6K

a/n: sorry if you find mistakes or typos, English is not my first language so this won't be perfect <3

You met him because you started working on JYP as a staff.

You were almost always working with Stray Kids, so you got close to them and, after a few weeks, you were already friends.

But with Chan was different than with the rest of the members

You have always looked at each other in a different way

And even if you said that you were just best friends, even the members knew that you were just avoiding your feelings

"Are you still here? I need you in my studio." That was the text Chan had just sent you. Yes, you were still in the JYP building where you worked, and even if you were about to leave to go home, you immediately headed to his studio. You adored those moments when you two were alone because he wanted your opinion about his new song or maybe just some company while he was working. You had a special friendship with him even if you had not known each other for that long, and you did not expect that at all when you started working in JYP as a staff member.

When you got there, you knocked at the door, and you heard him saying that it was open. You smiled right when you entered the room. It was kind of cold and dark. The only light was from the computer screen, which let you see his silhouette. You got closer to him and sat in the chair next to his, knowing that he was probably finishing something and he would look at you in a few seconds. And that is what happened. He typed something, and then he took off his headphones to look at you. He smiled and hugged you quickly before handing you the headphones.

"Thank you for coming. Did I stop you from going home?" He asked, looking worried.

"Yes, but you know I don't mind," you smiled and put on the headphones. Chan smiled and played the track he wanted you to listen to. You had the same conversation every day he asked you to go to his studio, but he still felt guilty.

Chan observed you while you listened to the song. The first time he asked for your opinion, you were so serious while listening to the song that he thought you didn't like it, but now he knows that it's just because you want to listen to it carefully so you can say something more than "I like it", and, to him, it's the cutest thing ever.

When it finished, you took off the headphones and stayed quiet for a few seconds before talking.

"I think it's good, but... Don't be mad, but it sounds kinda similar to the last one." You said, and looked up to him, hoping that he wasn't angry at you. You knew he wanted your sincere opinion, but sometimes it scared you that he could get angry or hurt. But he sighed and nodded, resting his back on the chair backrest.

"That's what I thought," he said, staring at his computer. You felt bad for not being able to help him out.

"Maybe you could ask Jisung or Changbin for help. They're way better than me at producing songs, and I'm sure they can give you a better opinion." He looked at you as you continued. "Honestly, I don't know why you ask for my opinion." You laughed, making him laugh too.

"I don't know, it helps to have different points of view, you know?" He said, and you thought that was all but he continued. "And I like spending time with you, so it's kind of an excuse." He added smiling and observed how your cheeks turned pink.

"Me too." You said softly, and after that, you both stayed quiet, the only sound in the room was the buzzing of his laptop, and your eyes locked.

And then he leaned in, slowly. As he got closer, you could smell his cologne, and your heart started to beat faster, not knowing what his next move would be. And when all you could see was him, you stopped feeling your body, you couldn't hear the buzzing of the laptop, and the room didn't feel cold anymore, but warm.

And he kissed you.

His plump lips brushed yours softly and carefully, making you close your eyes. He tasted like mint. At first, your noses touched but then he tilted his head so he would be able to kiss you more confortably. But as he did that, he noticed what he was doing and stopped the kiss. You opened your eyes and took a deep breath. Your eyes connected.

"I'm sorry, are you sure you-" He started, and you answered by kissing him more. You placed your hands on his shoulders and made him rest his back on the chair again, at the same time that you stood up to sit on his lap. You started running your fingers through his hair, and he held the back of your neck to keep you close with one hand while he placed the other one on your thigh.

Your heart was about to explode, and you felt dizzy as you tried to process what was happening. But you just couldn't. All you could feel and think about was him. At one certain moment, his lips were around your bottom lip, and he bit it, taking you by surprise and making you let out a little moan. Then, you two needed to breathe, so you pulled away.

"We can stop if you-" He started again, and you rolled your eyes, placing your hand against his mouth.

"Can you please stop acting as if I don't want this as much as you do?" You whispered, and you felt his smile grow against your hand. Then you placed it in his shoulder again and leaned closer to him. "Because I do." His pupils dilated, and he connected your lips. His hands started rubbing your back and went further down to the end of your t-shirt.

"Take it off." You mumbled softly against his lips, knowing that it would lead to much more that night.

Two weeks later...

"Chan, we should get dressed." You whispered against his chest. It's not that you wanted to do it, but you were in his studio and it wasn't exactly private.

"Five minutes more, I promise." He said, and he kept drawing figures with his fingers in your naked back. You nodded and closed your eyes. You've never felt so relaxed and at peace in your whole life.

It had been two weeks since you and Chan started... whatever it was. And it was great, but you hadn't even talked about it, and you didn't know how to bring it up. Because you appreciated him so much and you didn't know how to tell him that you had fallen in love with him without ruining your friendship. Maybe, if you had noticed that you were in love with him earlier, you wouldn't have started this "friends with benefits" thing. But now you just couldn't help it. You liked him so much that you didn't want to lose what you had.

After a few minutes, you got up from his lap, making him groan.

"It's been like two minutes, not five." He whined. You let out a little laugh and hurried in getting dressed because it was cold without him hugging you.

"Chan, someone could show up here at any moment, and I don't want any of the boys to find out about us like that." He sighed but, knowing that you were right, he stood up too and started putting his clothes on. "Are you going to the dorms now?" You asked him.

"No, I think I'm gonna stay for a while. I got a bit distracted by you the last hour." He joked.

"And you dare to say that it's my fault. I will not come the next day you text me." You teased him. He smirked and got closer to hug you.

"We'll see." You locked eyes for a few seconds. You wanted to say it. I love you.

But you didn't.

"Goodnight, don't leave too late. You need to sleep too, superhero." You kissed his cheek and turned around to leave, but he held your wrist.

"What kind of goodnight kiss is that?" You laughed and pecked his lips. When you pulled away, he smiled at you. "That's better."

"You're unbelievable." You walked towards the door. "Goodnight, Chan."

"Night Y/n" he answered, and you closed the door.

When you got home, you took your clothes off and put on your pajamas. After that, you went to the bathroom to remove your makeup, and you saw yourself in the mirror. You were smiling widely, and you hadn't even noticed it. Of course, it was because of Chan. The last two weeks had probably been the best weeks of your life. And you wanted more of that. You wanted to know if he felt the same way you did when you were together. That's why you decided to talk with Chan the next day.

"Come on, you can do it." You encouraged yourself. You had been in front of the practice room's door for about ten minutes. You could hear them practicing inside. It's not that hard, just open it.

And you did it, making everyone in the room look at you. Chan smiled instantly, and the others were surprised but happy to see you too.

"Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?" Jisung asked you, and he got closer to you to hug you. Jisung was one of your best friends, even though you haven't been able to spend a lot of time together lately.

"Hi, everyone. I wanted to talk with you, Chan. If you can." You said, looking at him. He nodded and indicated the rest to practice the choreography while he talked to you. You walked to a corner where they wouldn't hear you, and he looked at you, waiting for you to talk.

This wasn't a good idea.

"Well, umm..." You looked down and started playing with your fingers as you got more nervous every second. "You know we've been... spending time together..." He chuckled at your way to call it but he let you continue. You took a deep breath and looked at him in the eyes. "What are we, Chan?" You asked, and his smile faded away as soon as you did it.

No, this definitely wasn't a good idea.

"Why are you asking me that?" He asked, frowning. He looked so confused, and you didn't know how to explain it. You started looking around, avoiding looking at him, wishing you never started that conversation.

"I... I just thought... I don't know, we're not friends but- " You tried to speak, but he interrupted you.

"We aren't?" he asked, and you panicked since he misunderstood you.

"That's not what I meant. I mean... We are friends, but we aren't just friends?" You tried to explain, but you didn't even know what you were saying.

"I swear I don't understand what-" He started, and you decided to go straight to the point.

"God, I like you, ok?" You let out, and his eyes widened. "I like you. And not just as a friend." You finished, and he sighed. He looked at the boys making sure they weren't listening, and then he looked at you again.

"Y/n, I don't know if you misunderstood but... I do like spending time with you but that's it..." You felt how your eyes watered, but you held back your tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you... God." He stopped talking and massaged his temples. "What I mean is... We aren't dating" And you hoped that was all he had to say so you could leave, but it wasn't. "And we won't. We can't have another type of relationship." He added, and you felt as if someone had just stabbed you in your heart. You waited a few seconds to answer because you were afraid that your voice would crack.

"No, I understand. It's fine." You finally said, but when he tried to reach out to you and hold your arm, you took a step back. He looked worried. "Umm... I have to leave now." You said, walking backward. You just wanted to get out of there.

"Y/n..." He tried to stop you from leaving but at that point, the boys were looking at you, confused.

"No, really, you never said you..." You stopped there, you couldn't talk with the boys listening, but you knew he had understood you. "It's okay. We're still friends." He nodded slowly, but he wasn't sure that you meant it.

"Then... We're fine?" he asked you again before you left.

"Yes, sure." You reassured him, and then you walked out of the room as fast as you could, leaving the boys, especially Chan, so confused. He tried to continue practicing, but he just couldn't stop thinking about your watery eyes. He couldn't take your sad expression out of his head. He tried to explain it to you without hurting you. But you said everything was fine, right? Maybe you just needed some time to think. Everything will be the same tomorrow. He said to himself.

Too bad he was wrong.

The next day he didn't see you for the whole day, and since he didn't want you to feel pressured, he didn't text you when he used to do it. But the same happened two days later. The third one he tried to text you, but you left him on read. The fourth one, you replied to his message saying that you had some stuff to do and you couldn't meet him. He started to feel worried. And he missed you a lot. Not only having sex with you but everything. Chan missed spending the evenings with you in his studio, listening to his new songs or recommending music to each other, or talking about weird and deep stuff he couldn't talk about with anyone else.

After one week, he thought that was enough. If you said everything was fine, why were you ignoring him? So he got out of his studio, where he usually spent the whole day, and started walking around. Of course, he had a million things to do, but he couldn't help it anymore. He needed to see you and ask you what was happening.

After about ten minutes of walking around, he spotted you talking with another staff member. As he got closer, he could see the bags under your eyes, as if you hadn't been sleeping well. What had happened to you?

You noticed him when he was a few meters away from you. You knew you would have to face him at some point, but you weren't ready yet. He said that you couldn't have another type of relationship, so what was the point? You couldn't act as if nothing was happening and keep meeting him in his studio. Because if you were already hurt, who knows how would you feel after a month. Or three. Or a year. You couldn't deal with that, and you needed to tell him, but you didn't know how yet. That's why you had been avoiding him. But you should have known he wouldn't let you do it for so long.

"Y/n, can we talk real quick?" Chan said, and Lena, the staff member you were talking with, left thinking that Chan needed something related to work. Shit, don't leave me alone. You thought, but of course, your friend couldn't have an idea of what was happening. When she left, you nodded slightly, and you two walked into one of those "focus rooms" that everyone could use. They were soundproof, so Chan knew you could talk freely in there. He let you in first and, when he was inside too, he closed the door. Then, he turned around to look at you.

"Do you need anything?" you asked, trying to act as if nothing happened. Chan sighed, knowing what you were doing.

"Yes, I need you to buy me an americano, and I think Jisung wanted cheesecake." He said sarcastically, crossing his arms. You tilted your head and sighed.

"Fine, what do you want?" You asked. You tried to act rough, but if he had held your hand, he would have noticed you were trembling.

“What do I- Did I miss something?” He asked, slightly annoyed. He couldn’t understand your behavior. “You’ve been ignoring me for a whole week, I thought you said we were fine,” Chan observed you, trying to figure out what was happening.

“It’s not that I’m ignoring you…” You started, and he raised an eyebrow. “I needed to think, I thought you would understand that I can’t just act as if nothing happened.” You replied. Chan shook his head.

“Then you shouldn’t have said we were fine. You should have talked to me.” He complained and raised his voice without noticing it, but you did. That annoyed you. Why was he mad?

“Sure, after you told me we can’t have another type of relationship. What a great moment to talk with you, Chan.” You said, loudly. You didn’t know at what point that conversation turned into an argument, but you wanted to end it. “Chan, you only want sex. I don’t want to have that type of relationship with you anymore, and, as you said, we can’t have another one. So I don’t think there’s anything to talk about anyway.” You said and shrugged. Chan looked at you as if you were saying nonsense.

Well, for him, it was. He only wanted sex? Absolutely no. Could he be only your friend after everything that happened between you two? Also no. Could he date you? No, it was forbidden. Did he want to? He didn’t know.

“I’m trying to be professional. I work here. I’m a staff member and you’re an artist. That’s it.” You finished the conversation and tried to open the door, but he stopped you by holding your arm.

“That’s it? What about everything that has happened between us?” Chan asked. He couldn’t believe you wanted to go back to the time you weren’t even friends.

“I don’t know, Chan. Find another girl. You’ll forget me soon. It’s not like you’re in love, right?” You smiled slightly, and he looked down without saying anything. Why couldn’t you understand he couldn’t love you? He would risk every single thing he has been fighting for during all his life. He just didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet.

And you interpreted it as a no.

“That’s what I thought.” You said, lastly. You moved your arm, and he let it go. He observed how you got out of the room and walked away without looking back.

Of course, he didn’t know it was because you didn’t want him to see you cry.

One week later

"C'mon Y/n..." Jisung complained. He wanted you to hang out with the boys at the dorms, but you didn't want to. Because of obvious reasons. "I know Chan and you aren't on good terms. I don't know what happened between you two..." If you knew... You thought. "... but we're still friends. I don't want to lose you because of this. And maybe you can talk with him too, I know he doesn't want to lose you either. You two are like soulmates." He said, and you sighed. You knew he wouldn't leave you alone until you agreed. But you weren't ready yet. And, talking with him? He said what he wanted, and you didn't want to do it, so that was it. You didn't need to talk.

Jisung noticed that you didn't want to talk with Chan by your facial expressions.

"And if you don't want to, it's not a problem. Lately, he's been in his room the whole day if he's not in the studio. I don't think he goes out." You were still doubtful. But you missed the boys a lot.

"Fine, I'll go." You said, and he clapped, showing you his heart-shaped smile, and hugged you.

"Cool, see you tonight." You nodded, and he walked away since he had practice with the boys.

After all, he was right. You couldn't just stop talking and hanging out with them because of what happened between you and Chan. That's why, that night, you were at the dorms when they told you. Hyunjin opened the door and smiled at you.

"Hi, Y/n! I'm so happy you decided to come." He hugged you quickly and let you in.

"Well, Jisung said there would be pizza." He laughed and, after closing the door, he led you to the living room.

"Y/n! Changbin-hyung wanted to start eating without you." Jeongin said, pointing at him. You laughed when Changbin raised his arms, trying to look innocent. You were so happy to see them that you almost forgot that Chan was just a few meters away, in his room.

Even if he had his headphones, he heard your laugh. Of course, the boys warned him that you were coming over, and even asked him to have dinner with them, but he excused himself, saying that he had a lot of work to do. He wasn't hungry anyway. He never was since you two stopped every type of contact. He did have work to do, but he couldn't do it anyway. He hadn't composed anything in that week either, and it was driving him crazy. One of the main reasons why he wasn't dating you was that he didn't want to get distracted from his work, but his world seemed to be upsidedown since you distracted him, even more, when you weren't with him.

In the living room, you all were having an interesting conversation about if birds had ears or not (Felix's thoughts sometimes amused you) when Seungmin talked.

"Should we bring Chan-hyung some food? He must be starving." He said. Minho nodded.

"I haven't seen him eat today," Minho added, and your eyes widened.

"For the whole day?" You asked, worried.

"It's not that weird. When he has a good idea, he stays in his room or the studio for days. We always bring him food, but he's been rejecting it lately. I don't know how he isn't hungry." Minho explained, and you looked at Jisung.

"You didn't tell me that." You said. It didn't seem that serious when he told you.

"I didn't? Sorry, I thought I did, But yes, he's been acting weird lately." He stated. Then, all of them started to talk about another topic, but you remained thinking. You weren't sure if he was like that because, as they said, he was working on something good... Or because of you. You didn't want to think like that, but you couldn't help feeling guilty, even if you didn't know if it was your fault.

That's why, a few minutes later, you took a plate and put in it one slice of pizza. Then you stood up, and everyone looked at you.

"Where are you going?" Jisung asked, even if he knew what you were about to do. Of course, he would have brought food to his hyung, but he hoped that you would do it. He wanted you two to talk.

"I'm gonna bring Chan some food... It's worrying me that he hasn't eaten today." You said and walked away toward his bedroom.

When you got there, you opened the door and saw him with his headphones on, the room completely dark except for the computer. Of course, it reminded you of the evenings you spent in his studio.

Since he hadn't noticed you, you walked toward him and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around expecting to see one of the boys, but he almost choked when he saw you there. He immediately took off his headphones, but he couldn't say anything. He just observed you, there, in his room.

"Umm... The boys told me you haven't been eating well so... I brought you dinner." You said, placing the plate on his desk. You waited for a few seconds, but he didn't say anything, and it was getting awkward, so you decided to go back to the living room.

It's not that he hadn't anything to say. He had so much to say that he couldn't even verbalize it. He was shocked to see you there, after one week of not having any contact. He couldn't help to stare at you and ask himself what he had done. You were probably one of the best things that ever happened to him and he didn't want to lose you.

And when he realized that, you were already about to open the door of his room to leave.

"Y/n" He called you, making you stop and turn around to look at him. Again, he didn't know what to say. He just didn't want you to leave again.

He stood up and took a few steps until he was right in front of you. He cupped your face with his hands and placed his lips on yours. It was so sudden, but as soon as you felt him kissing you, you kissed him back. At that moment, you felt like your senses were waking up. You didn't smell his habitual cologne, but you did notice the vanilla from his shampoo. And he tasted like mint again. His thumb started caressing your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. And after a few seconds, you felt your cheeks wet. He was crying. You stopped the kiss and opened your eyes to look at him. He opened his eyes too when you placed your hands on his cheeks to wipe away the tears.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry." You ignored what he was saying since you were more worried about why he was crying.

"Are you okay, Chan?" You asked him. And he sighed before letting it all out.

"No." He confessed. "I can't sleep. I'm never hungry. I can't write lyrics. I can't compose anything good. Everything I do is think about you even more than before, and it's driving me crazy. I don't know what to do, Y/n." And he locked eyes with you, almost begging you for a solution.

"Chan... Do you love me?" You asked, risking it all. But afraid of being hurt again.

"I told you, I can't..." He started looking around, avoiding your eyes. You interrupted him.

"That's not what I asked." You said, and he stayed quiet. You decided to risk it all one more time. The last time. "I love you, Chan." You confessed, and he broke down in tears and pulled you into a hug, buried his face in your neck. "I love you too." He muttered against your neck. Then you held his face and wiped his tears again. You knew that the tears were just the proof of how much stress he had been going through.

"Then everything is fine. We can go slow and see what happens. I dont need you to take care of me or give me attention all the time, Chan. I know that music is your passion and that you need time for that. I'm okay with it. I understand it."

He just nodded and placed the softest kiss on your lips. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

Then, you told him to lie down on his bed. You knew how tired he was because of not sleeping. You took off his shoes and yours as well and lay down next to him. He hugged you and kissed your forehead. "God, I missed you so much." He muttered against your hair.

"I missed you too," you replied, and you two fell asleep, feeling safe and happy, knowing that the other would be there in the morning.

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snzunii · 3 years ago

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UNCONTROLLABLY.

There's just something in you that pulls him closer, now, he's uncontrollably falling for you.

+ pairings. jean kirstein x f!reader.

+ tags. romance, fluff, hurt/comfort, modern au, mentions of death

+ word count. 6.8k

+ note. sorry for the typos and such. i didn’t reread this lolol. and please excuse my grammar and such if it’s inaccurate because english isn’t my first language. thank you! <3

"Hey, look. There's that guy again." Hitch approached you as soon as you walk inside the coffee shop where you work. You just scoffed at her and put your apron on your waist as you go behind the counter.

You and Hitch always notices the tall guy with a brown hair that reaches to his neck with that undercut and that damn attractive chinstrap beard of his. You and Hitched had developed a little crush on him because he always goes into the coffee shop where you work.

He always looked serious when he was sketching something into that sketchpad of his. But, Hitch were always the one who takes his order because he comes in before you. You don't even know if he notices you but you don't even care that much because it's just a little attraction.

"Don't you give me that attitude, I know you also have a crush on him." Hitch said but you just rolled your eyes at her.

"Hitch, shut your damn mouth. We're at work." you said as you sat on the chair behind the counter and take out a notebook, you have your midterms next week and you need to study. Even though you're working, you never forget your studies because well, you have your dreams. "And, study while there's not much customers yet."

"Why would I if you're there?" she jokingly said and you glared at her. Luckily, she's your roommate plus best friend so you can smack her straight in the head with the notebook that you're holding. She pursed her lips, "That hurts! I was just kidding! I'll study later."

While you were studying, you can't help but look at the guy who's sketching because he suddenly stood up while he talks with someone on the phone, "Shit, Connie. I know, I know! I'll go there! I know, you idiot! You don't have to repeat it over and over!"

You heard him say as he pick his bag up without even closing it properly. He ran outside the coffee shop but he dropped his sketchpad and he didn't even notice.

"Sir!" you called but he didn't hear you. Hitch walked to the floor where he dropped the pad. She was about to go after him but he already crossed the street into the university in front of the café.

Hitch walked towards you with a sketchpad on her hand. "I'll just keep it, he'll come back for this."

"Hitch!" you exclaimed because you caught her looking inside. You frowned as you shook your head, Hitch really is a curious girl, "You shouldn't do that. It's not yours, you know."

"What?" she looked at you and continued on flipping the pages, she looked on the drawing pad, "I just want to see how good he is.. oh my god. What the hell?"

You looked at her with a furrowed brows, "What? Why?"

"Look!" she immediately went near you and handed you the sketchpad, your eyes widen as you flip the pages. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. "That's you, oh my god. He's drawing you! That's why he's always here! You're so lucky!"

You tilted your head as your face flashed a dismayed look. It totally creeps you out because you don't even know him but you can't deny the fact that he's good, but it's just creepy.

You don't even know him. "What lucky? This is a violation of my privacy."

Hitch suddenly realized and chuckled awkwardly. "Maybe you're right. Just confront him about it when he comes back."

You will. You really will.

The next day, he came back with his friends. He's with a one tall guy with a shaved hair and a girl with a brown reddish hair in a ponytail. Luckily, you were there first. So, you'll be the one to get their orders. They picked a table and you approached them with a small notebook and a pen in your hand.

"Good day!" you greeted them and told them your name, "I'll be your server today. I'm ready when you are."

They looked at you with a glint of shock in their eyes. They're just plain staring at you. You were getting creeped out again. You thought this may be a chance to give him back his sketchpad and confront him about the drawings. But you thought, you should let them order first and enjoy their stay in the shop.

"Uh.. is there something wrong with my face?" you asked them because none of them are speaking.

"No, we're sorry!" the girl chuckled awkwardly, "We haven't decided on what to order yet. We'll call you when we decided on it. Thank you!"

"Alright, I'll be right there on the counter." you answered politely and walked back to where Hitch is.

"So, when will you confront him about it?" Hitch asked you and you shrugged your shoulders.

"Maybe before they leave. They're still customers, let them have their peace first." you answered and Hitch just nodded at you as she go to take orders from other tables.

You can't help but think. Does he have some sort of crush on you? And, why the hell do they have that shock look in their faces when they saw you? Is it because their friend has a crush on you or something? You don't really know.

"We're ready to order!" the girl called you, you smiled and walked towards them. As you were writing their orders on the notebook, you can't help but notice that he keeps on looking at you. Actually, he was staring. As if he couldn't believe that you're there.

You looked at him because it's his turn to say his order but he seems to be too busy at staring at you, "Sir?"

He looked at you with his mouth a bit open. Like you're some magical creature.

"Oi, Jean." the boy nudged his shoulder and that's when he came back to his senses. "Tell her your order, idiot!"

Jean. So, his name is Jean?

"Sorry." he apologized and still seemed out of himself but he managed to tell you his order.

You gave them your brightest smile and spoke. "We'll serve your orders in ten to fifteen minutes. Thank you."

Busted. He's totally smitten by you.

They stayed for about an hour before standing up. But before they walk out of the shop, you approached them with his sketchpad on your hand.

"Excuse me, you left this yesterday." he looked at you and his eyes widen. You were about to hand him the pad but you suddenly snatch it back again, "Before I hand this to you, may I ask why do you have drawings of me?"

His friends looked away but then he raised his brows at you. "You looked inside?"

"Well, yes, I did-" he cuts you off and snatched the pad on your hand.

"Who gave you the right to look inside it?" he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he place his hands on his waist. "You know, you violated my privacy."

You scoffed, "You're unbelievable! Says the guy who has drawings of a girl he barely knows!"

He blew a raspberry as he angrily walk out of the shop. The girl gave you an apologetic look before they go after their friend.

You couldn't believe him. He had the audacity to be mad at you but he's the one who observes and draws you.

What an asshole.

...

It was a new day, you walked inside the coffee shop and he was already there, waiting for you. Jean immediately went towards your way. You stopped walking halfway to the counter and looked at him with a questioning look in your face.

"I'm sorry." he said sincerely, "I don't plan on justifying my rude actions yesterday. I should've dealt with it in a nice manner. So, I'm sorry."

You huffed a small breath as you contemplate whether you'd accept his apology. He seems sincere but he didn't even apologize about the drawings.

"I'll accept your apology if you tell me why the hell are your sketchpad full of sketches of me?"

He groaned and scratched his head. Jean doesn't even know what to tell you. He isn't comfortable on telling you the reason.

"I can't tell you that.. But.." he paused a bit, feeling a bit shy. "I assure you that drawings is not for some creepy shits if that's what you're thinking, alright?"

You have this feeling that you should believe him because he looks genuine. Plus, he doesn't look the type to prey on someone.

You're just wondering why the hell does he drew you?

"Well, then. I can't accept your apology. Good day." you walked behind the counter as you left Jean just standing there, totally amazed by you. He knows you're mad at him but he thought you're just beautiful.

He wanted to get to know you. He goes to the coffee shop because it's where he can draw in peace. Not because of you, he didn't even know you existed until you approached their table.

There's just something in you that makes him attached to you. Now, he has another completely different reason to go to that coffee shop.

And the reason? You.

He just need to figure out a way to let you see that he's a good guy. That's he's not some creepy stalker if that's what you think of him. His intentions are pure and not hostile.

The next few days, you noticed that Jean is always there to apologize to you.

Plus, he wanted to be close to you.

Sometimes he's alone, but most of the time he's with his friends, Sasha and Connie. You know them now because they introduced themselves to you since they told you that they may be here a lot now.

But today, he's not with them. He's sitting alone while he reads, you think, his notes for his class. You never would've thought that he's the type to study.

"You're here again." you said as you approach his table. He gave you a cocky smile as he look at you. "What do you want?"

"For you to forgive me." you rolled your eyes as you sigh, what you meant is what's his order, not that. You were about to speak but he did it first, "I can't live knowing that there's someone out there who's mad at me for reasons that aren't real, you know?"

"So, will you tell me the reason now?" you asked as you cross your arms. He scrunched his nose as he shook his head at you, you clicked your tongue. "Then tell me your order and stop wasting my time."

If the reason that is he likes you, then why don't he just tell you? You wouldn't deny the fact that he's attractive and you wouldn't reject him if he did. But you wouldn't tell him that, you don't want him to think that you're easy and you're really not.

You also wanted to see how long he'll do this. You wanted to see if he's just like this at first. You wanted to see if he's consistent.

You were creeped out by him but when he said sorry to you that day, you thought that he was a good guy though you don't know his intentions. Right there, you just knew that he's not what you think of him.

You just wanted to know the reason why he drew you.

"Alright. I want a caramel macchiato. No, wait.. Espresso?" he said clearly trying to irritate you. "No, I want a green tea."

"Jean! Just tell me what the fuck do you want or I'll throw you out." you annoyingly said and he raised his brow at you.

"Oh!" he acted like he's shocked and dramatically placed his hand on his mouth. "You're rude! Is that how you talk to a customer? Where's your manager? I want to talk to her!"

You scratched your head in irritation as you gave him a blank stare indicating that you don't have time for his bullshits.

He laughed at you and composed himself, "Okay. I want an Americano.. No, okay this is final. Uhm, chocolate cream frappe."

You squeezed your fist into a tight ball as you compose yourself or you'll swat his head with the mini notepad you're holding. "Is that final, sir?"

You emphasized the word 'sir' to remind yourself that he's still a customer. Even though he's clearly annoying you.

"Yes." he said with a now composed face. He gave you a small smile and your heart fluttered for a moment. You looked away for a bit as you gulped.

"Alright." you walked to the counter and you saw Hitch's meaningful looks at you. "What?"

"I swear there's some chemistry between the two of you." she teasingly told you as she wiggle her brows at you. "Are you still on your 'I wouldn't forgive you if you didn't tell me the reason'?"

You didn't answer her as you began to make Jean's order. "Oh come on, It's clear that you like him."

"I don't." you firmly said. Hitch just shrugged her shoulder, not believing you.

Alright, fine. Just a little crush because he's annoyingly charming in his own foolish ways.

A month has passed and it became a part of your every day to see Jean. He's always pestering you and making jokes that aren't even that funny just to get your attention, he'd just end up making a fool of himself but you still find that endearing.

You'll subtly snort a laugh when you sometimes hear him argue with Connie about silly things. His face would change to a cheerful one when you approach them for their orders from a frowned face because of the ridiculous argument with Connie.

"Hey." you looked up from looking at your notes to the brown haired man who just approached you. He sat in front of you. "Studying?"

"Yeah." you answered as you read your notes once again and just let Jean watch you.

You're in the coffee shop but it's not your shift. You're a customer today, though you wouldn't order. You just like to study in here because it's peaceful. Luckily, your boss is nice.

As you read your notes, you suddenly remembered.. since when do you become casual with Jean? You looked at him and you saw him, his elbow are rested on the table as he place his cheek on his palm, watching you.

"What?" he asked you.

"What do you want from me, Jean Kirstein?" you asked him and he chuckled at you. "As far as I know, I haven't accepted your apology yet."

"Yet. So, there's a possibility?"

You sighed. You don't even know why you're making it hard for him. It has been a month and he's still there. You don't even know what do you want him to prove to you.

"Fine. If I forgive you would you tell me the reason why you have too many drawings of me?" you asked him as you lean your back on the seat, crossing your arms.

"I might." you hummed at his response. You read once again, leaving him questioning about your decision. "So, what now?"

"Okay, fine. Because you're always annoying me and I want to know why."

His face suddenly lit up. "Okay! No, take-backs! But I wouldn't tell you now."

You groaned and glared at him. He just gave you an apologetic smile but with a hint of cockiness. Like, he's teasing you. Well, he really is.

"Want me to help you study?" he just asked you, ignoring your daggers at him. He stood up from his seat and switched to the seat beside you. You just looked at him while he looks at your notes. "Oh this, this is easy."

You wouldn't know what to feel, he's too close to you and you can smell his scent. You have the urge to sniff him but you're stopping yourself.

Damn, he smells good. What the hell.

Your eyes widen when he suddenly looked at you because you weren't speaking. You looked away immediately and you heard him chuckle. You looked at him with a sharp look. "Why are you laughing?"

"You were staring at me."

"I was not. You're too close, can you move?"

"Just tell me that you were admiring my good looks then I'll move." you scoffed at his statement and he pursed his lips. "I'm good looking, admit it."

"Can you stop it? If you're not going to help me then leave me alone."

He let out a laugh and your heart leapt. Damn it, why does he look good. "Alright, alright. I'll help you."

After that, he was always helping you study. Sometimes, he would go to the coffee shop just to pester you or see you. But you know, you were already anticipating him. He already grew on you, even though he started at annoying you.

"Hey, Sasha and Connie!" you gave them a smile when they entered the shop, purposefully ignoring Jean just to tease him. They waved their hands at you.

"Heeey!" they said in chorus, you smiled at them but when your eyes met with Jean you turned your face into a blank one. Sasha and Connie went to their table first and you raised your brow when Jean approached you at the counter.

"Aren't you going to acknowledge me?" he asked you, you bit the insides of your mouth to stop yourself from smiling because he looked so down.

"No." you directly said. He blew a raspberry, you took interest on the sunflower that he was holding and you furrowed your brows.

He noticed that you were looking at it, so he hid it behind his back.

"You got an admirer or something?" you jokingly asked him.

"It was supposed to be for you but you wouldn't acknowledge me, so.." he shrugged his shoulders at you and gave you an apologetic look in his face, you snorted a laugh because you thought he was kidding.

But then, you felt your face heat up when you realized he's not joking. Why the hell would he give you a flower?

He noticed your flushed face so his lips formed a subtle smile. "Here."

He placed the flower on the counter and not even handing it to you. He just acts cooly but inside he's totally embarrassed. You just looked at the flower and then back to him.

"W..what's this for?"

"Nothing. I just saw it and I.." he's contemplating if he's going to tell you because Connie told him that it was cheesy. "I just thought of you because you know.."

"I know, what?"

"When you.." you can also see his cheeks turn into red a little, "Ah, damn it. I just thought that your smile is as bright as that flower." he said without even pausing, he didn't let you answer and walked to the table where Sasha and Connie is.

You were totally dumbfounded. You didn't expect for him to say that.

What? My smile.. is as bright as this sunflower? What in the cheesy world.

You wouldn't admit it to yourself but that made you feel giddy.

You turned your head and you remember, Hitch is there. She probably heard everything. "Hitch, can you take their orders?"

You're too shy to go there. You're sure you wouldn't know how to act. You can't even look at their direction.

"Oh my, you're shy. That's cute." she teased you. "Now, tell me that you don't like him."

"Shut up."

She just laughed at you and went to get their orders. "Hello, I'm Hitch. My friend is too shy to get your orders," they all looked at Jean. Sasha and Connie laughed because they knew Jean was going to say that to you.

He was always talking about you when they're together. To the point that they're kind of annoyed hearing your name now because you're all that Jean is talking about.

"So, I'll be your server for today." Hitch spoke when they composed themselves while Jean just gave them a bitter face for teasing him.

They told Hitch their orders and as soon as Hitch disappeared, the teasing continues once again.

"But, Jean." Sasha said a bit seriously, "Are you really sure of her? I mean, you wouldn't ask her on a date just because.."

Jean knew what Sasha meant. He has thought about that. The real reason why he got attached to you easily. The reason why he wanted to get close to you.

Connie and Sasha just lets Jean because they can see that he really likes you but there's a part in them that still thinks the reason why he's going to ask you out is that because you look like her.

You look like Jean's first love that died. The girl in the drawings was not you. It was Jean's childhood friend and his first love. He has a bunch of drawings of her, so he wouldn't forget what she looks like.

It really amazed them how you looked like her. They thought maybe you're her long lost twin but Jean told them that she was an only child.

"Of course not. I like her." Jean answered. Well, it was true. He's coming to like you for who you are. But the real reason why he wanted to get close to you is because you made it possible for him to see the person he wanted to see again the most.

He knows that it's unfair to you because you're not her. He knows that.

But, now he's sure. He's sure that he likes you for you.

"Just be sure of it because that'll hurt her, Jean." Connie said as they glance at your direction for a bit.

Jean just nodded at them. He don't even know if he's going to tell you the reason about the drawings now because there's a possibility that you'll get hurt.

You saw them getting up from their table. Sasha and Connie smiled at you before going out but Jean walked towards you again.

"What?" you asked him as if you didn't have that embarrassing moment earlier.

"I.." he paused as he looked at your eyes, he's hesitating now because of what Sasha asked him. He sighed and shrugged it off, he really wants to ask you out. "Let's go on a date tomorrow."

"And why should I?" you asked him, just to keep your tough face up and of course, to tease him. But you don't really know how to answer. Will you just say yes? Or nod? How would you even say yes?

Jean was about to speak when Hitch cuts him off.

"Because you like him." Hitch suddenly said. You glared at her because of what she said, "She's just playing hard to get but she really likes you. So, yes. She'll go out with you. You text her the time and location, alright?"

"Hitch!"

Jean chuckled and nodded, "Okay. I'll be going."

You just stared at Jean when he walked out of the café. You're not mad at Hitch. She just made it easier for you.

"You're welcome." she winked at you and you just shook your head at her as you laugh.

But it suddenly hit you, you have a date with Jean.

Oh, fuck. What should I wear?

...

You had the biggest smile when Jean texted you the time and location the same day. Hitch, as usual, likes to tease you about Jean but you didn't care because you know that you like him. You wouldn't deny it now because what's the point of denying it?

You wore a white colored long floral day dress with a thin strap and you partnered it with a white sneakers because your date would be in an amusement park. You thought you should dress casually.

You put on a light make up and you just let your hair down.

Hitch just leaned on your door frame as she watch you get ready for your date. Totally proud of you because you're putting yourself out there. On the other hand, you're nervous because this will be your first date in a while. You don't even remember the last time you went on a date.

"Do I look okay?" you asked her as you turned around to face her.

She laughed at you and nodded, "You look amazing, darling. Jean would totally drool over you."

You just rolled your eyes at her and wore your small purse bag. All that left for you to do is to walk out if the apartment and go to the amusement park. But your heart was pounding really loud, as if it's coming out of your chest.

I can do this. It's just a date, alright?

You came back to your senses when you heard your best friend speak, "You should go now. He must be waiting for you in there."

You smiled at her and nodded. You happily went out of your apartment. Your smile never faltered when you rode the bus up until you reach the amusement park.

You messaged Jean, saying you're there already. You sat down on the bench as you wait for him to arrive. You look at your phone there's no text from him.

You waited for him for minutes..

..until it turned into hours.

There's no Jean. He didn't come.

You looked around with a heavy heart as you tap your foot on the floor, watching people pass by you. Your butt kind of hurts because you're sitting there for two hours.

You didn't bother to message him as you walk away from the amusement park. If he doesn't want you, then why the hell did he ask you out and not show up? Why the hell does he pester you everyday for a month? Why the does he make you laugh at that corny jokes of his?

You're a son of a bitch, Jean. I fucking hate you.

He's making you fall for him but then he do this. You thought that maybe he really liked you too. But it didn't seem like that.

You decided to walk from the park to your apartment because you didn't feel like going home early.

You're disappointed. You're totally mad at Jean because he didn't show up. Your heart is heavy and you're totally asking yourself what went wrong. You're mad because he didn't even messaged you that he was not coming.

"At least have the decency.." you whispered to yourself as you walk with a low head. And the universe seems to like on pissing you off today, it rained. You didn't have any umbrella because you brought a small purse bag.

"Ah, fuck it." you said as you walk in the rain. You didn't even care if you got sick.

Just.. why didn't Jean show up?

...

The next day, Jean waited for you on the coffee shop to apologize. He knows he messed up.

Hitch noticed Jean was there but she didn't acknowledge him or try to get his order because she was mad at him too. Hitch heart sank when she saw your state last night. You looked so devastated and you were wet from the rain.

Hitch knew you were crying even though your face was wet from the rain.

Jean sighed as he wait for you but you weren't coming in. He stood up and approached Hitch at the counter. "Hitch. Where's she?"

"She's not coming in today." she said bitterly without even looking at him.

"Can you tell me where she is? I'd like to apologize to her.."

He wouldn't even defend himself for what he did last night. He knew that was a jerk move but he has a reason for that but he knows it isn't enough reason to bail on you without telling you.

Hitch scoffed and cross her arms, she glared at him. "Now, you like to apologize? Did you know she got sick because of the rain last night? She could've avoided the rain if you didn't make her wait, you jerk."

Jean panicked when he heard that you were sick. He knows that you'll recover from it but he was freaked out because he doesn't want the people he cares about to get sick.

He didn't want to lose the people who's dear to him.

"I'm sorry, okay? Just please. I want to apologize and explain to her."

Hitch sighed and surrendered, "Fine! Just make sure that you wouldn't hurt her feelings again, alright? And... she hasn't eaten yet. Make sure she eats because she can't drink her medicine if she didn't."

Hitch told him the apartment's address. Jean smiled and thanked Hitch. He'll go to you but he needs to do something first.

You annoyingly went out of your bed when you heard the doorbell rang a lot of times. Your head hurts and you're burning up. You wrapped the blanket around your body as you walk towards the main door.

You opened it lazily and you saw Jean standing there with a paper bag on his hand. "Hey."

"What do you want? How did you know where I live?" you asked him with a cold voice.

"Won't you let me in?"

You laughed sarcastically, "No."

You were about to close the door but then he stopped it with his hand. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, you don't have the energy to argue with him.

"I'm sorry."

"Fine. Now, leave me alone."

"I brought you food and meds." he said and gave you a smile. "Let me in?"

You sighed as you surrendered. "Put the food in the kitchen. I'll eat it later."

Plus, you wanted to hear why the hell did he not show up. You walked into your bedroom and immediately buried yourself under the covers because you're feeling cold.

Jean went to the kitchen and got a bowl for the soup that he cooked. Jean was good at cooking because of his mom, his friends doesn't know because, well, Jean doesn't want to cook for them. So, they thought Jean didn't know how to cook.

He got a tray from your kitchen cupboard and placed the bowl of soup in there with some glass of water and medicine that he bought.

He knocked on your door before coming in. He saw you with your eyes closed. "Hitch told me that you haven't eaten yet."

You groaned and you're shaking because of the cold. Jean walked towards you, he puts the tray down on the side table and placed his hand on your forehead.

"You're burning up."

"No, shit. You think I haven't noticed that?" you said a bit weakly but there's still sarcasm in your voice.

He chuckled at you, "Scoot over."

"Why?" you opened your eyes for a bit as you looked up at him.

"Just do it. You'll feel better." your eyes widen when he removed his shirt off.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm not going to do anything to you. I just read somewhere that raw body heat could lessen your fever or something like that. I'm hot and you're feeling cold so, I think I could help you." he snorted a laugh.

You just know there's a double meaning when he said that he's hot. Well, as you look at him right now, you can't help but think that fuck, yes. you're hot but I still hate you.

"Now, come on." you sighed as you scoot over. He lay down beside you and got the blankets removed from you.

"Jean! It's cold.." your voice fades when he wrapped his arms around you and pulls you closer to him.

Damn, he's hot and this feels good.

"Better, right?" he asked you, you just scoffed and leaned your head on his bare chest as you close your eyes. "You know what I call this?"

"What?" you whispered.

"A magical hug that can cure when you're sick." he said and you can't help but chuckle a bit. Jean's mother used to do this to him when he's a kid whenever he's sick but of course she isn't naked then.

Jean just picked that raw body heat shits on the internet. But you couldn't help but feel comforted.

"Jean." you called his name, he hummed as he rest his cheek on your head. "Why didn't you show up?"

He sighed and started to speak, "I'm sorry. I couldn't even begin to tell you how sorry I was."

You didn't answer and you just let him speak, "I think I'm ready to tell you about the drawings."

You opened your eyes and looked up to him. "Okay."

"The drawings.. it was not you." you furrowed your brows. Then why does it look so much like you? "It was.. It was my girlfriend who died."

Your face softens when you heard him say that. You can feel the pain in his voice as he was speaking.

"It was amazing how much you looked like her. It's like she was alive again. I couldn't believe it. Sasha and Connie couldn't believe it either."

"So, that's why they were looking at me like that?" you asked him and he nodded at you.

Now, you're thinking. So, the reason he approached you every day for a month is that because you looked like her?

You pulled away and Jean looked at you. "So, that was the reason why you asked me out? Not because you like me?" you gave him an unbelievable look in your face.

He hurt you last night but he's hurting you even more right now.

He sighed as he tried to pull you close again but you avoided his touch, "Just listen to me, okay?"

"Fine." you said bitterly.

"It's true, alright? The reason I approached you at first is that because you look so much like her but as I get to know you every day, I've come to like you for who you are." he said as he gave you an apologetic look. "I didn't ask you out because you look like her, your face might be the same but you have totally different personalities."

"So why didn't you show up yesterday?"

"Because.." he sighed, "It was her death anniversary yesterday. And I forgot it because I was too occupied by you. Not that it was a bad thing but it just made me realize that.. I'm slowly letting go of her. If my mom hadn't told me I wouldn't have remembered it. I went to visit her."

You didn't even know what to say. You exhaled and moved closer to him, he was startled when you hugged him. But then he caught on and hugged you back.

"I'm really sorry. But I swear, I really really like you and I'd like to ask you out again when you got better."

"Fine. But that's your last chance, Kirstein. Don't fuck it up." he chuckled and you felt him place a gentle kiss on your hair.

"Alright. I won't."

Your lips formed a small smile as you snuggle close to him. You closed your eyes and fell asleep on Jean's arms. Actually, you both fell asleep and Hitch smiled when she both saw your state when she came home.

But she's wondering, why the hell isn't Jean wearing his shirt?

...

This time, Jean fetched you at your apartment. You wore a kind of oversized white long sleeved blouse with some of the buttons opened and tucked it in a black a-line skirt.

As usual, you let your hair down and wore your black purse bag. You went out when you heard Jean's car pulled over. You didn't even knew that he has a car until now.

You can't help but think that he's stunning even though he's just wearing a simple white oversized shirt tucked into his black loose trousers.

You smiled when you saw him holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

"You look absolutely beautiful." he said as he handed you the flowers. You jokingly rolled your eyes at him. "What? I'm not playing."

"Did I say that you are?"

He chuckled and opened the door for you, you're trying to suppress your smile because of what a gentleman he is but you can't help it.

You both arrived at the amusement park and you were flustered when he held your hand and interlocked your fingers together. You were holding hands the moment you entered the park.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Jean asked you, he wanted to make sure that you're having fun so he'll just follow you in what you want to do.

But you can't focus because you're heart is beating so fast. He's holding your hand for fuck's sake.

"Uhm.. I don't know? Ride that?" you pointed at some ride unconsciously.

He laughed at how endearing you looked. "Alright."

He pulled you to the line of the bumper cars. There's not much people in this ride so you got in easily. You both sat on the car and Jean was the one who drove.

You just laughed at how short tempered he got when someone bumps into yours. "Oi, Eren! You son of a bitch! I know it was you!"

"Eren?" you asked him, he looked at you and nodded.

"That was Eren there. He's kind of my frenemy you know. He's here with his girlfriend." he pointed the long haired man but it was tied into a bun, and on his side was a dark short haired girl.

"Admit it, Jean! You're just bad at this!" you heard Eren said. You just chuckled because Jean made a face at Eren.

When you finished on the bumper cars, you rode different kinds of rides. You were feeling ecstatic the whole time. You didn't expect to have this much fun but you're glad because you get to do this with Jean.

"Jean." he looked at you when you called his name. "I want to ride that."

You pointed the ferris wheel. He gave you a smile then he nodded. Your hands are still intertwined, you both walked to the line.

As you ride the ferris wheel, you can't help but admire the view. It's kind of perfect because the sun is setting.

"Did you have fun?" he asked you while you both look at the view. You looked at him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheeks.

"Of course, thank you." you smiled when you notice how red his ears got.

You both fell into silence until he decided to speak, "Do you think it's alright if I let her go now?"

You looked at him and smiled. "It's alright, Jean. I'm sure she wanted you to be happy. Besides, you wouldn't totally forget her. You'd still honor and remember her."

He nodded at you. But then you think of something, "What if we visit her tomorrow? I want to meet her you know and tell her that you're in good hands."

Jean chuckled and placed his arm around your shoulder. "That's nice. Alright, we'll go visit her tomorrow."

The next day, you went to the cemetery with Jean and brought some flowers for her.

"Hey." Jean greeted her as he sat down on the grass and placed the flower near her tombstone. "I brought someone."

You smiled as he talked to her. You just listen how Jean talks about his life and how he talks about you. "I know you'll be happy for me, right? Because I'm kind of falling for her now.."

Your face heats up. He's talking about you as if you're not there.

"Don't worry because I know she cares for me. I'm really happy with her you know. So, you know. You don't have to worry about me anymore. You can rest in peace, my angel."

Your heart softens as you listen to his sweet words. Jean really is a sweet and sensitive guy. Even though he's arrogant and short tempered at times, you just know that he's more than that. He's compassionate and you know he deeply cares about the people around him.

Maybe that's why you're also falling for him.

You sat beside Jean, mimicking his position. He looked at you and his heart leapt in unexplainable ways.

You looked at her tombstone and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll take care of Jean for you. But you know, just give me a sign, if I have to smack him for being foolish sometimes."

"Hey!" Jean exclaimed and you just laughed. "Since when do I act foolish?"

"When you're trying to get my attention at the coffee shop, stupid."

Jean pursed his lip. "Well, you wouldn't notice me then so I had to tell that stupid jokes.."

"Are you aware that it was ridiculous?" you jokingly asked him with your brows raised.

"But I got you, didn't I?" he asked as he wiggled his brows.

You just laughed at him and shook your head, "Yeah, fine. You got me, Jean."

#jean kirstein #aot anime #attack on titan #jean x reader #jean x you #anime fanfic #snk x you #snk x reader

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softholand · 4 years ago

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drunk words, sober thoughts - t.h

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: alcohol, swearing, sexual themes, lap dance, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, smut

word count: 4k

a/n: it’s here, my first ever smut, go easy on me, i’m fucking nervous!!!! i wanna thank @missevrythingg for helping me, i wouldn’t dave done it without you, i love you ray 💖 i really hope you guys enjoy!! i also made a playlist for this fic, it really sets the mood for it!! again, english in not my first language so there’s probably some mistakes/typos, just pretend you didn’t see it! ;) oh and please, do let me know what you guys think, it really helps! i love you all, happy reading! 💓

It had been a long time since Tom last saw you. Between his acting career and your college scholarship in Canada, you guys barely kept contact for the last year. That’s why, when you finally came back home, he decided to throw you a surprise birthday party.

Sam was responsible to bring you to the club Tom had rented for the night, with the excuse that the place had just opened and it was a success already. He told you to get dressed and since Tom’s car was already full of people, he offered you a drive, which you gladly accepted.

Music was blasting from the nightclub when Sam parked his car near the entrance of the building, making you even more excited to be celebrating your birthday with your childhood friends. It wasn’t until you stepped foot in the club and saw all your friends with a giant banner on top of their heads saying “Happy 21st Birthday, y/n!” that you realized the party was, in fact, for you.

Sam was the first to hug you and wish you a happy birthday, but from the corner of your eye, you saw Tom approaching you with a smirk the size of the place on his face, making you sure it was his idea.

“Surprise!” He whispered in your ear as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. “You little shit!” That was the only thing you could say upon realizing he was, in fact, the mastermind behind all of this.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s your 21st birthday, I had to!” Tom stated, making you roll your eyes. “No, you didn’t! But thank you!” You answered, giving your friend another hug.

The rest of the boys greeted you, all wishing you a happy birthday, which you thanked, hugging each one. Suddenly you saw Cara, one of your friends from high school that had unfortunately moved to Australia and you hadn’t seen her since.

“No, you didn’t!” You screamed, making direct eye contact with Tom. “I did it!” He stated, making your smile grow even wider. Without wasting time, you run to your friend, hugging her like she was going to disappear at any minute.

“I can’t believe you’re here! I missed you!” You said, smiling so much that your cheeks hurt. “I missed you too, y/n/n! And yeah, I couldn’t believe either when Tom Holland contacted me, wanting to bring me to England!” She said, making both of you laugh.

Once you had greeted all of your friends, Tom went to the stage with a microphone, shouting “It’s time to party!” at the top of his lungs, making everyone scream and celebrate. “Crazy In Love” started to play as soon as he left the stage and that was only the beginning. Tom knew your obsession with old pop, so throughout the night, he made sure the DJ played all your favorites.

Between the bar special drinks and tequila shots, you lost track of time and were now dancing “I’m A Slave 4 You” with your girlfriends. The song blasted from the speakers, the alcohol in your system making you lose control of your own body. Cara still remembered some of the choreography of the song, from when you two were kids and used to learn all of Britney Spears's music videos, and so practically obliged you to do it with her.

Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine, Harry, and Sam were sitting in one of the dark red booths at the back of the club, with beers in hands, watching as you and Cara gave a show to everyone present.

“When did y/n get so hot?” Harry was the first to point out, making his twin brother chuckle. “While she was in Canada, apparently!” Tuwaine shrugged, gulping the icy liquid in his hands.

“Tom, you better close your mouth, you’re going to catch flies!” Harrison teased his friend, earning him a deadly glare. “Fuck off!” Tom shoved him, before going back to admiring how your body moved perfectly to the music.

When the first notes of “I Love Rock ‘N’ Roll” started, your drunk body made its way into the stage, grabbing the microphone, ready to lip-sync another one of your favorites songs. Your friends all gathered at the front of the stage, screaming and encouraging you to keep going. You still remembered Britney’s classic performance and so, you tried your best to copy her movements, just like in the music video.

Screams filled the crowded space of the nightclub while you pretended to sing the song. Cara and another one of your friends joined you on the stage, pretending to be your back singers. The boys observed you while you played with the microphone cord, twisting it on your finger. What they didn’t expect was for you to get on your knees, continuing the, rather sexy, performance on the stage floor.

“Holy shit!” Harrison exclaimed, not drawing the attention of his friends, who were busy watching you. “Should we do something?” Asked Sam, clearly concerned by your, rather drunk, actions. “Yeah, get closer!” His twin brother answered, getting off the booth and making his way to the stage, quickly being followed by the others.

When your eyes caught Tom’s brown (and lusty) ones, you made a point of getting close and teasing him by playing with his hair, which made everyone else lose their minds over it. When the song ended, he helped you get out of the stage while your friends applauded, praising you for the performance.

“Need some help there, love?” Tom asked, securing you in his arms when your legs felt like jelly. “Nope! I’m goooood!” You answered, extending the o’s, completely out of your mind.

“I see! Maybe you should slow down the drinks?” You knew Tom was just trying to help you, but being in your embriagate state, you just shushed him, putting a finger on his lips. “I have a better idea, what if... we did more shots?” You shouted, getting out of his embrace and making your way to the bar.

A couple more hours had passed and unfortunately, the party was coming to an end. Some of your guests had already left, but the ones that stayed were left on the dancing floor, with not so much energy as before.

But everything changed when “Dance for You” by Beyoncé started to play, you didn’t know how but a chair appeared in the middle of the dancing floor, completely out of nowhere. You immediately understood what whoever put that chair there wanted and if you haven’t before, your friends shouting “lap dance” had also made it very clear.

As intoxicated as you were, you knew exactly who you wanted on that chair. Seductively, you made your way to Tom, making grabby hands once you were in front of him. The screams only increased when he accepted your invitation without so much of a protest.

Making your way to the chair, you made Tom sit, going around it and putting your hands on his shoulders. To be completely honest, you had no idea what you were even doing. You never gave a lap dance before, so this was new territory for you. But your friend's screams and Tom’s lusty eyes gave you all the encouragement you needed.

Your hands explored every inch of his body, through his chest, abs, neck, shoulders, what your hands could reach, you were touching, always making sure to get close to his ear and tease him as best as you could.

You used the music to your advantage, moving your body to the beats, making sure to emphasize your hips. When you finally sat on his lap, it was like the end of a war, everyone was celebrating, screams and whistles could be heard even with the loud music.

Tom didn’t know what to do, he just awkwardly sat there, with his hands by his sides, dying to touch you. His wishes came true when you finally took his hands, putting them on your waist, where they stayed glued to your body. You continued your performance, grinding, swirling, doing all the things you knew about lap dance and by Tom’s reactions, you seemed to be doing a really good job. His eyes were on your body all the time but they seemed different, now dark shades of brown, almost black, covered his once hazel irises.

The song was, unfortunately, coming to an end, and to finish your show, you properly took a seat in Tom’s lap, straddling his waist, and this time, you could feel how much he was enjoying your performance. With the position, your already revealing dress left nothing to the imagination, and locking your eyes with his, you saw nothing but lust and desire, very different things that you used to see in your friend's stare.

You leaned in and he did too, and once your faces were only millimeters away, you suddenly lost all the courage on your body and pulled away, burying your face into his neck instead. Next thing you know, you were being helped into Tom’s car while your friends discussed where you were gonna spend the night.

“I can’t bring her home like that, her parents are going to kill me!” You heard Tom say. “Well, let’s take her to our place then! We can send them a text saying she’s staying with us.” Sam offered and the rest of the group seemed to agree since you didn’t hear any more discussion.

You must have blacked out again because suddenly you were being put in a bed. “Where am I?” You asked, feeling your throat dry. “You’re at my house, darling! It’s okay, you can sleep now!” You heard Tom’s voice but couldn’t find him with your blurred vision. “No, I don’t wanna sleep!” You protested, sounding like a three-year-old, which Tom chuckled.

“What do you wanna do then?” He pushed, and you felt a weight on the bed. “I can think of some things…” You whispered, passing your fingers through his shirt, feeling his hard abs underneath your palms. “y/n, you’re drunk!” Tom tried warning, earning him a scoff. “You are too!” You mocked, really sounding like a child now.

“Yeah, and that’s why we’re not gonna do anything that we may regret tomorrow.” He said, taking your hand in his. “Nooo, I want you!” At this stage, your mouth had a mind of its own because you couldn’t even process the things you were saying and that was one of them.

“I’m sorry, darling! We can talk about this tomorrow when we’re both sober. Okay?” Tom was trying. He was trying so hard to not give in to your pressure, you were practically begging him to sleep with you. But no, he couldn’t. You were both drunk and this type of decision shouldn’t be made under the influence of alcohol.

“You’re no fun!” You complained, earning another chuckle from him. “Yeah, yeah! You’re gonna thank me tomorrow!” He told you and once you didn’t respond anymore, he realized that you had fallen asleep.

He then took off your shoes, your makeup with one of his spare makeup remover wipes and exchanged your dress for one of his old shirts, making you the most comfortable he possibly could, since he knew you were going to have a pretty bad hangover the next day.

Oh, the next day. You woke up feeling like the whole world was spinning, you felt nauseous, your head was pounding and you smelled like alcohol. Opening your eyes, you saw a bottle of water and some painkillers by your side, which you were quick to chug all down.

“Good morning, birthday girl!” Harrison’s voice was like a hammer to your already sore head. “Please, don’t! I’m dying!” You pleaded, laying down again.

“Oh, c’mon! Wore yourself out yesterday?” Harry’s voice came out of nowhere, but you were too tired to further investigate. “How bad was it?” You asked, actually scared of the answer.

“You know… the normal! You drank, danced, drank more, did a lip sync of a Britney Spears song, drank some more…” Harrison started to point out, making you groan and hide your face in the covers.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m in Tom’s bed, wearing only one of his shirts… Does that mean we…?” you inquired, making the boys loudly groan. “y/n, c’mon! No, he slept on the couch!” Harry grunted, making a disgusted face.

“But you gave him a lap dance!” Sam’s voice startled you, making you jump on the bed.

“I did what?!!!!!!” You shouted, making the pounding in your head even worse. “I knew you weren’t going to remember so I recorded everything.” Harrison’s passed you his phone.

And just like he said, there you were, in Tom’s lap, with your tits practically in his mouth, while you danced and swirled your hips to a Beyoncé song. “No, no, no, no! Why did you guys let me do that?” You asked, completely perplexed with your actions.

“Well, you seemed to be enjoying it and it was your birthday party, we didn’t want to ruin your day,” Harry said, which earned him a death glare. “But my day is ruined! How am I supposed to face Tom now?!” You questioned, looking dumbfounded at your friends.

“Well, you better think about something because our families planned a brunch in a couple of hours,” Sam told you, matter of factly, making you loudly groan and slide even further under the covers.

Half an hour later, you were forced by your friends to get up, take a shower and get ready for brunch, since there was no way your parents would let you miss it, it was your birthday after all. With a simple summer dress, that you had laying around at the boy's place and sunglasses that were the size of your head, you made your way downstairs, where they were already waiting for you.

“Good morning!” Tuwaine’s deep voice startled you from his place on the couch, next to Tom, who you completely ignored. “Please, don’t!” You protested, feeling a hammer in your head every time you took a step.

Quickly, you made your way to the garage, not wanting to face Tom in any circumstances. Once he and the twins got into his car, Tom made his way to the restaurant where your families were already waiting.

To say the brunch was a complete disaster was an understatement. You were practically a zombie, the food at your plate made you want to throw up and the pain in your head was not ceasing. You could see Tom sneaking glances, trying to talk to you, but you looked away and dismissed him every time, you were just too embarrassed to even look at him.

When the torture was finally over, your parents asked if you wanted to come back home but you decided to stay with the boys, since you knew you had to talk to Tom at some point. The ride back was silent, only the sound of the radio could be heard and to be honest, the tension was starting to get you. Once Tom parked the car in front of the house, you and the twins were getting out when he stopped you.

“You can go ahead, I want to show y/n a place.” He said and you immediately looked at him with your brows raised, having no idea what he was talking about, but praying it didn’t have anything to do with last night's events.

Once the twins were out, you got into the passenger seat and Tom drove away, not even saying a word to you. The drive was short and just a couple of minutes after, he was pulling into an empty parking lot. Turning off the car, he put one of his arms behind the passenger seat, facing you completely.

“Oh, that’s it?” You asked, clearly confused with what was going on. “There wasn’t a place, y/n! I just wanted for us to be alone so we could talk.” Tom stated.

“Tom, let’s not…” You tried to brush off the conversation but he wasn’t having. “Yes, y/n! What’s going on? Why are you avoiding me?”

“Please, Tom! Don’t pretend nothing happened last night!” You rolled your eyes, still avoiding his gaze. “I’m not the one pretending here! You won’t even look me in the eye!” He huffed, getting tired of your behavior.

“I’m ashamed, okay?!!!” You screamed, losing your inner battle and finally looking at him. “God, the things I did to you last night were… awful!” You said, quickly averting his gaze.

“I wouldn’t use that word!” Tom smirked, making you roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Seriously, y/n! It’s not that serious!”

“It is to me, Tom! I’m not used to stuff like that!” You told him, getting tired of the conversation. “Well, it’s not like I haven’t thought about you like that!” The boy tells you.

“You what?” Looking back at him, you could see a giant smirk plastered on his face. “Oh, c’mon y/n! Don’t tell me you never thought about it?” Tom inquired, making you suddenly nervous.

“What? No! I mean… yeah, you’re… you’re hot but… no! Never like... that!” You tried your best to keep your voice steady and not give in to him but your stuttering made it clear you were failing.

“Really? That’s a shame! Because you looked stunning sitting on my lap last night. Made me think about so many things to do to you.” He whispered, very close to your ear, making you squirm on your sit.

“Tom…” You moaned, feeling his hot palm on your thigh. “What is it, y/n?” Tom asked, looking at you with eyes full of lust and desire, all for you. “Kiss me!” You begged and in seconds, his lips were on yours.

You were lying before, of course, you had already thought about Tom in more… sexual ways. The boy was practically a greek god, there was no way you couldn’t notice how his perfect six-pack showed even underneath his stupidity tight T-shirts. But nothing in this world could prepare you for the overwhelming sensation you felt when you kissed. It was like a fire ignited inside of your body and only he could help make it stop.

When the kisses weren't enough anymore, you tried to get into his lap, but the positions you were in prevented you from that. “Backseat?” He asked, breathing heavily. “Yes!” You desperately nodded.

In quick but awkward movements, you and Tom made your way to the backseat and he didn’t lose time by putting you in his lap, encouraging you to grind on his already hard bulge. “You’re so hot!” He breathed between kisses, making you grind even harder.

“Tom…” You moaned, putting one of your hands on his pants, teasing his still clothed cock, while the other stayed on his broad shoulders, steadying yourself. Moans filled the car once Tom put one of his hands on your core, already dripping wet. “God, look at you!” He praised, biting your bottom lip.

“Tom, please…” You pleaded, moving your hips faster, trying to get some relief. “What do you want, darling?” He murmured, putting your underwear to the side, coating his fingers with your slickness. “Fuck!” You cried out, begging him to keep touching you.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you!” Tom increased his movements and in seconds you were a mess on top of him, moans mixed with curse words left your mouth, making him even more eager for you. “Tom!” You moaned, taking his hand off of you when you were on the edge of your high, making him raise his brows.

“I wanna cum with you!” You whispered and at that moment, Tom felt completely intoxicated with you. Smirking, he fished a condom from his wallet, before taking his pants and boxers off. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, spreading his precum, feeling him twitch only with your touch.

Teasingly, you took the package out of his hands and opened it with your teeth, before sliding the latex material on his cock. “You know we don’t have to, right? I mean, I want to but if you don’t, that’s okay!” Tom let you know, and the look in his eyes told you he was telling nothing but the truth. “I know! But I want to!” You stated, making him smile before colliding his lips on yours.

One of Tom’s hands goes to your hip to guide you onto him as you hold your underwear to the side. Moans fill the car as you sink onto him, both of you at a loss of words with this new overwhelming sensation. “So fucking good!” You gasp, as Tom starts to help you move your hips up and down, increasing the speed with each move.

It doesn’t take long for you to be reaching your high but this time Tom will not let you escape. He presses one of his slender fingers on your clit, doing circular motions that drive you insane. “Tom, don’t stop… oh, fuck!” Your walls clench around him, as you feel your orgasm washing over in waves of pleasure.

“You good?” He asks with a cocky smirk after a few minutes of your racked breaths, making you want to slap it out of his face. “Not bad!” You tease him, quickly regretting your choice of words when he starts pounding into you with no mercy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cried, closing your eyes with the amount of pleasure he’s giving you.

“What is it, darling? I can’t hear you!” It’s his turn to tease you and after a few minutes, you’re left moaning out his name again, like it’s the most blessed praying in the world. “y/n, fuck!” With the feeling of your body convulsing on top of him, Tom loses the battle and as he screams your name, you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, making you clench around him.

With heavy breaths and sore bodies, you and Tom stay glued to one another, in silence, enjoying the post-sex feeling. “God, we should have done this a long time ago!” Tom smirks, making you chuckle. “Absolutely!” You laugh, leaving a kiss on his swollen lips.

Once you two had cleaned up and Tom got rid of the used condom, he invited you for ice cream, and, to be honest, how could you deny it? The place he took you was like a unicorn dream, the walls were pink with colorful sprinkles painted on it. After you were both seated on a rainbow table, a waitress came offering you a smile, before taking your orders, chocolate fudge for you, vanilla bean for Tom.

“So…” He said, trying to start a conversation. “So…” You copied him, feeling suddenly aware of what you two had done. “I’m… you know what? I’m just gonna ask it! What we did before was just… sex for you?” Tom blurted out, making your whole body fill with anxiety.

“Oh, I… I don’t know. I mean, I was... hoping not?” You answered, using the courage still left on your body. “Yeah?” He smiled, seemingly relaxed with your choice of words. “Me too!” He completed, taking one of his hands in yours.

You smiled, feeling completely enamored with the boy sitting in front of you. Leaning in, you kissed his lips, sweetly and slowly, feeling his smile grow between the kisses. Once you were done with the ice cream, he took you to the park, where you stayed until sunset, holding hands, stealing kisses, and watching adorable old couples doing the same things you were doing, even after all the years together.

“So… did you enjoy your birthday?” Tom asked, as soon as you took a seat on the freshly cut grass in front of a beautiful lake with a couple of swans peacefully swimming. Smiling, you leaned in, placing a kiss on his lips, before answering. “It was the best!”

tagging some mutuals: @definitely-not-black-cat @stuckonspidey @bi-writes @missnxthingg @peeterparkr @tomhollandthing @wazzupmrstark @screamholland @fallinfortom @duskholland

#my writing #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland one shot #tom holland fic #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland writing

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reireisama · 3 years ago

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Hello! <3

Welcome to my blog! My name is Rei and i go by She/Her. I’m a minor, so if you’re uncomfortable with reading my stuff, just leave ^^

I like a lot of otome games, animes and other stuff so i decided i'll just post drawings or write about anything. I’m new into the whole Tumblr app, so if you give me any hints how to use it, i’m going to be really grateful! My writing can have some typos in it, because English isn’t my first language, i will be happy if you tell i made any typos. I hope you’ll like my writing, have fun on my blog! Some things about my writing:

Fandoms i can write for: (More Popular games) -Twst -Project Sekai -Mystic Messenger -My Candy Love -Eldarya -Genshin Impact -Demon Slayer -Any Danganronpa game (not really popular but some might know them) -Guilty Parade -Our Life: Beginnings and Always -Houseki No Kuni -Heart Fragment -Fujiwara Bittersweet -Blooming Panic

I write for female, male and gender neutral MC (Y/N)

I will write about TW(?) stuff (Depression, past/current self harm, bullying, suicide etc.)

I don't write NSFW stuff, but some things may be suggestive

I will write fluff, angst (idk how to write them so be patient with my slow learning) and maybe other types if yall want to

I might not be free to write something but i'll try to do it as fast as someone requests

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything!

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entamesubs · 3 years ago

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Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS Blu-Ray Release: Episodes 1 & 2

Google Drive ONLY (for now)

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As stated in my previous announcement on the matter, episodes for the Blu-Ray will come out one at a time every Friday from now on, until I’m done with the full first season.

Because the Blu-Ray will have a lot more polish than weekly releases, these may look different from them.

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Please use either MPV or MPC-HC to view the Blu-Ray episodes. I do NOT recommend using VLC.

Why?

VLC:

MPV/MPC-HC:

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!! This is NOT a final release !!

The “final” release will be hosted on Nyaa after all episodes from 1-13 are finished on the GDrive. Changes may be made between this informal release and that one.

So! With that said!

If there are any corrections you wish to make, please put them through the ask box. This includes any typos, grammar weirdness, or if you have a better way to word a sentence. Once it goes up on Nyaa in two months, the subs will be LOCKED and can no longer be edited. I will consider it the final and best version I can put out.

If you see any mistake at all, please do not hesitate to send me an ask about it.

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Extended Translation Notes

Before I get into these, I want to address a trend you may see in episodes going forward. The first season in particular, due to being subbed by different groups, has some weird translation errors, grammar mistakes, and/or dropped context/words. In layman’s terms, there’s a sizeable number of mistranslations.

This section here will be more for pointing out those mistakes than my usual weekly notes, because it’s very persistent and changes some of your understanding of crucial plot points in the show.

As an aside, this is not me “dunking” on the past groups. Translation is a very hard thing and I struggle with weekly releases myself sometimes. Japanese and English are extremely different languages on all levels; there will never be an easy 1:1 translation of anything. I understand completely.

That said, it’s still important to point out these errors, especially when the show’s plot revolves around them.

Without further ado.

Episode 1

ルーク “Rook” / Luke

I know the first group’s romanization of “Rook” is the reason why a lot of people today use this name and not Luke. Previously, I said that either Rook or Luke is fine due to Japanese’s ambiguity, but now that we’re about 50+ episodes into the series and a full year of SEVENS releases later, that ambiguity has completely and utterly vanished.

Luke is the correct romanization.

We know now that it is supposed to be Luke. You can see his name spelled in a variety of different official merchandise made by Konami, but most importantly, a SEVENS writer confirmed on their own Twitter account that his name is supposed to be Luke.

“The new character that appeared this past episode [Tiger] was originally named [Leia], but it was changed because of a notification from Goha HQ that it was too similar to another famous series.”

The “famous series” being referenced is Star Wars, with Luke & Leia Skywalker. Adding onto this, they made a “Luke, I am your father” joke in episode 37 (Luke vs Doverap).

Therefore, in light of this new information, I have decided to not include a “Rook” version of the subtitles as I had previously said I would.

デュエルの王 The King of Duels mythos

Here are the original subs from RoadRush:

“The duelist will illuminate an unknown path and will become the King of Duels.”

This is a mistranslation. For some reason, this particular subtitle left out a lot of extra content that was provided in the legend.

The original Japanese is: そのデュエリスト未知なる道を切り開き、世界の道標たるデュエルの王となる｡

The correct translation should be: “A duelist will carve open an unknown path and become the King of Duels, a guiding beacon for the world."

Words highlighted in bold is the stuff that was left out in the previous translation.

> Why “carve open” instead of “illuminate”?

1) The word “illuminate” in any form does not appear in the original Japanese.

2) The verb is 切り開き (”carve open”) specifically. This is important because it’s meant to draw parallels to Yuuga’s summoning chant for Sevens Road Magician later, where he also says “carve open” (切り開き) in it.

> Guiding beacon?

道標 (douhyou) means a guidepost. たる is an archaic particle that makes a noun an adjective (in modern Japanese, you’d use な). Together, more literally, the translation would be “will become the King of Duels, a guidepost for the world”.

However, “guidepost” is somewhat of an outdated word, and sounds strange. To remedy this, something more natural sounding was chosen, with the same meaning and connotation as “guidepost”—that was “guiding beacon”, to give the image of a “beacon” of light in the darkness telling you where to go.

Luke is stating that the legend says the King of Duels will be someone who guides the world. This is an extremely important plot point that was completely left out in the first translation.

Romin’s introduction

RoadRush:

“The popular guitarist from our elementary school band.”

This is a very easy mistake and one that I completely understand due to Japanese’s tendency to drop subjects whenever it’s implied in context. It’s also one that wasn’t wrong when the episode aired as we didn’t know any better yet.

In the original Japanese, Luke says 小学校バンドの人気ギタリスト (”a popular guitarist from the elementary school band”).

The main thing of note here is that there is no implication, unsaid or otherwise, that RoaRomin is their elementary school band. The Japanese only specifies that they are an elementary school band, but not that it’s Goha 7th’s in particular.

We know in later episodes that neither Roa, Getta, or Ushiro go to Goha 7th.

Episode 2

King of Duels mythos (Part 2: Luke Boogaloo)

RoadRush:

“[The King of Duels is] one who dictates the rules of the game and spreads them to all the duelists over the world...”

A very minor mistranslation here. The original Japanese is 新しいデュエルのルールを作り世界中のデュエリストに広めた者｡

Bolded is the main difference. Luke does not use “dictate” or its implication in his sentence. He simply states that the King of Duels is someone who creates (作り) new (新しい) dueling rules, and then spreads them to duelists all over the world.

I thought this change was important to bring up because of the previous King of Duels mythos mistranslation. This falls more in line with the new translation—the King of Duels guides, so it would make sense that he does not “dictate”, but rather “create” instead.

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Credits

Timing/translation: entame Proofreading/editing: angelthinktank (yona) Encoding: PelvisBass

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Thanks for waiting so patiently for these BD episodes!

#yugioh #yugioh sevens #yugioh sevens spoilers #ygo sevens #sevens #entamesubs release #E001 #E002 #BD release

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dearsherlocked · 5 years ago

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Torture - A Moriarty Fic (one shot)

Hi! This is just a small one shot starring Moriarty and Sherlock.

Pairing: Moriarty! x Reader (and a bit of Sherlock too)

Warning: Smut, Dominance, and English isn’t first language so of course, don’t mind the typos.

Sherlock suddenly awoke from a sleep too deep to be natural. His eyes slowly got used to the darkness around him. There was no landmark to give him the simplest idea of where he was. His senses were lacking, as if an irrational presence had invaded his mind. He surrendered to the evidence; he had been drugged. His last memories were still vague, he was swimming in the troubled waters of his conscience. Then, little by little, a few scraps came to him while his senses took over. Y/N had come to his flat the previous night. She had seemed troubled, as if a threat hung over her head. Doubt invaded him, did his memory do justice to this famous evening? He didn't dare admit it to himself, but the new recruit from Scotland Yard made him lose his mind. Something in her eyes, like she didn't need to speak to him to understand his intentions. She had put her lips on his and for the first time, he felt he was in the right place. Then she blushed, and left, promising that she would come back later in the evening. He waited, but after a few hours, he started to worry; she no longer answered her messages or her calls. He didn't want to sound pushy, but he decided in the evening to go to her apartment to make sure she was fine. And maybe to continue this conversation… And then nothingness. He did not remember if he actually got to her flat. Now he was just aware that he was sitting uncomfortably on a wooden chair and that his hands and feet were tied up so that he could not move. He tried to tip the chair; it was nailed to the ground. ‘Hello?’ cried he. A beam of light crossed the room and blinded him for a moment. A door opened, subtly illuminating the reinforced concrete floor. A familiar silhouette appeared in the ray of light. Sherlock sighed heavily. ‘Good morning sunshine!’ said a man with a recognizable Irish accent. The room lighted up and Sherlock distinguished James Moriarty followed by a colossal man dressed in casual black clothes. The consulting criminal stood in front of him and crossed his hands in front of his crotch. ‘What am I doing here?’ sighed the detective. Moriarty chuckled. ‘What are you doing here?’ he repeated. He turned towards the big man. ‘Did you hear him?’ He breathed in and started deeply into Sherlock’s eyes. ‘You’re not allowed to ask questions, Sherlock.’ The detective looked around him. The room was plain, the walls were made of concrete too and there were none other items than the blue velvet curtain in front of him. He wondered if it hid windows or if it was just placed there to tease him about an impossible escape. ‘See, Sherlock,” continued Moriarty, pacing in front of him. ‘I am very territorial.’ He paused and smiled at him. How Sherlock hated his gaze, those two black holes staring into the void as if nothing could pierce them. ‘I don’t like to share.’ Moriarty stopped in front of him and leaned, placing his face directly at his height. ‘And you played with my stuff.’

‘Your stuff?’ ‘Tut! Tut! Tut! I talk, you listen,” protested the consulting criminal, pressing a finger on Sherlock’s mouth. ‘Yes, my stuff. You think Y/N is yours, don’t you?’ ‘Y/N?’ Annoyed, Moriarty squeezing Sherlock’s cheeks between his fingers, applying such pressure the detective started to feel numb. ‘You don’t speak her name,” grinned the man in front of him. He looked towards the guard and glanced in Sherlock’s direction. The big man dressed in black walked over the detective and showed a shining blade near his neck. ‘Now, where were we?’ continued Moriarty. ‘Oh yes, Y/N.’ He smiled. ‘Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…’ he turned over the curtains. ‘She’s quite something isn’t she? I saw the way you looked at her. You have developed sentiment,’ he paused. ‘What do you call them? Feelings. That’s the word, yes. You developed feelings for her!’ He leaned again at Sherlock and licked his own lips. ‘What do you say?’ Sherlock didn’t move, being aware of the sharp blade resting on his neck. ‘You can talk now, Sherlock,” beamed Moriarty. ‘I asked you a question.’ ‘I – ‘hesitated the detective. ‘I don’t…’ Moriarty grinned. ‘Oh, come on! You must tell the truth, otherwise this isn’t fun!’ He started to pace again annoyingly. ‘You love her, do you?’ He was smiling. ‘You wouldn’t want something - I don’t know - something bad happening to her?’ ‘No,’ murmured Sherlock. ‘Louder, Sherlock!’ ‘No, I don’t want her to get hurt.’ ‘Good!’ the criminal beamed with a strident voice. ‘I want to play a little game with you now.’ He walked towards the curtains and draw them to reveal a window. Behind, Y/N was laying on a king size bed, sleeping peacefully under the sheets. Sherlock’s eyes widened, what the hell was going on? ‘You must wonder where we are,’ continued Moriarty. ‘I’m afraid I can’t say. But do you recognize this type of window? You must do, you’re Sherlock Holmes after all.’ ‘It’s a one-way mirror.’ ‘Attaboy. Acquired it a while ago. You’re used to them, aren’t you? In interrogatory rooms they are quite the show. All of them silly detectives observing from behind a glass, thinking they’re indestructible.’ Sherlock’s heart was racing. ‘So, here is what’s going to happen,’ announced Moriarty. ‘You’re going to sit there, in front of that window, and you are going to look at what is going on behind it until I say so.’ ‘What are you going to do?’ panted the detective. ‘You are going to sit here in front of this beautiful artifact and Owen here is going to sit in front of you. If you dare to look away from that window, if you dare to close your eyes, I swear if you even dare to blink still, my little friend here will take your teeth out of your mouth one by one until you’re good for mashed tatties for the rest of your life. Is that clear?’ Sherlock took a deep breath. ‘Please don’t hurt her,’ begged the detective. ‘Hurt her? No, no, no, no, no, Sherlock.’ He opened his eyes wide. ‘I don’t want to hurt her! Well… Maybe a little.’ He walked to the door where he came from and disappeared only to reappear moments later in Y/N’s room. ‘Y/N!!!’ shouted the detective, trying to undo the ropes around his wrists. ‘The room is soundproof, mate,’ laughed Owen. ‘A whole orchestra could play in here and she wouldn’t even be aware of it. Now you shut up and you do as you’re told.’ He drew another chair beside Sherlock and sat, his back facing the window. He started to play with the shiny blade in his hands. ‘You look what is going on inside this room -’, he said, pointing the tip of the blade at the one-way mirror, ‘- and I don’t want to see you looking away for a second.’ Alerted, Sherlock glanced at the room. Moriarty was sitting on the edge of the bed and slowly ran his fingers on Y/N’s thighs over the blankets. Sherlock could only hear the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest, afraid of what the consulting criminal was going to do next. Y/N slowly opened her eyes, getting out of the state of sleep she was in. Sherlock apprehended her reaction when she would see who was next to her. ‘Did you miss me?’ Moriarty asked in a calm and reassuring voice. She smiled. Sherlock’s breathing accelerated. ‘No,’ she replied, grinning. ‘You are such a tease.’ ‘Am I?’ He smiled. ‘Oh, Y/N, what am I to do with you?’ She raised in a sitting position and folded her arms. ‘You went to see Sherlock Holmes, Y/N.’ ‘As you ordered.’ Moriarty snorted. ‘And did I order you to kiss him?’ Her expression became blank. ‘I know everything, Y/N. Everyyyyything.’ ‘I – ‘ ‘Do you have feelings for Sherlock Holmes?’ She just stared at him blankly. ‘ANSWER ME!’ he shouted. Sherlock jumped in fear behind the window. ‘I don’t know,’ she confessed. Moriarty clicked his tongue in a disappointed expression. He started to loosen up his tie. ‘Thing is, Y/N, you were not supposed to have feelings for him.’ ‘Jim, I – ‘ ‘Oh no, dear, you don’t say my name that way, I don’t want to hear it. Shut up.’ She looked suddenly sad. He turned and grabbed her face in his hands violently, and kissed her deeply. She gave into the kiss and he broke it by biting her lower lip. ‘You know I can’t resist you for very long,’ he added. He grabbed her waist and ripped her blouse open, revealed her rounded chest. What was he playing at? ‘That is better,’ he grunted as he squeezed one of her breasts firmly. He placed his index in her mouth and sucked on her nipples like he was having lunch. Sherlock’s eyes were tainted with horror now. Moriarty started to scratch her back and the detective could see the dark traces he left on her skin. Then he started to run his hands over her panties, pushing them on the side, and thrust two fingers into her. He grinned when he realized she was enjoying it very much so. ‘What do we say?’ he spouted. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered in his ear as he started to run circles on her sensible area. ‘I didn’t hear you.’ ‘I am sorry, Jim.’ She removed his shirt and grabbed his face between her hands to kiss him. She got up suddenly and unbuckled his belt, throwing it on the ground. ‘Woah, oh, oh, easy, love,’ he mumbled, as she slid his underwear to his feet. She removed hers as well and aligned herself on his length. His head leaned backwards and growled. Y/N started to slowly move her hips when he broke the embrace. ‘No, that is not how this is going to happen,’ he interjected. She looked confused, and he turned her around so she faced the window, sitting on him. Sherlock couldn’t help but see her throw her head back to kiss Moriarty when he started to pace into her again. The criminal grabbed her head and turned it so she looked at the window. ‘Look at you, love,’ he said with a flushed face, his teeth clenched. ‘You’re so pretty it can break hearts.’ He pressed his fingers into her thighs as he paced into her aggressively. She started to moan and raised her chin, such as Sherlock felt like she was looking at him directly. The detective tried to focus on something else, but Moriarty’s mocking expression and his panting prevented him to do so. Y/N finally bowed her head and moaned louder, panting. ‘Who do you work for, Y/N?’ growled Moriarty. ‘For you,’ she cried as he bit her neck. Her expression was a mix of pure pain and pleasure and Sherlock witnessed it all. She was there now, on the edge, when the criminal backed up. She begged him with her eyes, begged him to continue, to not torture her further. ‘Are you going to kiss him again?’ he ranted. She shook her head. ‘Good girl.’ ‘Please Jim, I – ‘ ‘Oh no, Y/N, enough for tonight.’ ‘Jim…’ she sighed, grabbing his head, trying to kiss him. ‘Cover yourself now,’ he ordered her while he pulled his pants up and buttoned back his shirt. ‘What are you doing?’ she enquired as she dressed herself too. Moriarty snorted, took out a gun from his vest, and pointed it at the mirror in front of him. ‘Jim?’ He pressed the trigger and the glass shattered in pieces, revealing what was hiding behind. Y/N found herself in front of Sherlock Holmes; he looked horrified.

And so did she.

#Sherlock #Sherlock Holmes fanfiction #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock smut #sherlock x reader #sherlock x reader smut #moriarty x reader #moriarty x reader smut #moriarty smut #moriarty fanfiction #sherlock fanfic #sherlockbbc #james moriarty #jim moriarty

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astralsweetness · 5 years ago

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Gravity (Jinho/Reader/Hyunggu)(m)

➣ I have never once thought about this duo outside of duets before this damn song - which I had to translate by hand because I couldn’t find any English lyrics for it. >_> thank you @re-sugance and @forevertrashforbae for letting me show off my translation afterwards like a proud kid lmao

➣ Reader is domme. I accept nothing less. | Warnings include: mentions of drinking, multiple descriptions of various sexual encounters, humiliation, handjob, blowjob, cockwarming, choking (slight), noona kink (kind of, it’s more of a title in general and less sexual), pain kink, mentions of spanking, multiple orgasms, edging, overstimulation, pegging, referenced size kink, exhibitionism (slight), biting, jfc it’s a lot but it’s all consensual | This is basically just a collection of different little scenes in the life of a Jinho/Reader/Hyunggu relationship 👀 If there’s typos I’ll just throw myself off a cliff because I can’t be bothered to proof-read, yikes

➣ “You’re making me nervous, kiss me slowly. You teach me love.”

You notice two minutes into the night that they are orbiting around you like planets, never straying too far nor too close. The bartender gives you a sympathetic smile but says nothing – no doubt he thinks you’re being hounded by two boys trying to win your heart.

The assumption wasn’t too far off, to be honest, but they’d already acquired your affections long ago.

The weight of the wine on your tongue was only mildly unpleasant – it was too sweet for your liking, but you felt their gazes on you every time you tilted your head back to swallow it, so you kept drinking. You noticed that while both of them were matching you drink for drink only Hyunggu was becoming more competitive – Jinho seemed more than willing to take a passive, backseat role to any flirtation. You didn’t necessarily blame him, either. Hyunggu got fiercely competitive when he got a few drinks in him (and it wasn’t like you were going to give one of them more attention than the other anyway).

“Noona.” Age had long ago lost its meaning to the three of you – noona was a title of honor, of power, one only occasionally used. Hyunggu slid into the seat next to you, finally taking the plunge to enter your orbit. He bites his lip in a way he knows makes him look sexy, looks at you through his lashes in an attempt to be seductive and demure. His body language aside from that is too open though, too cocky and commanding, so you don’t reward him with your full attention, keeping your gaze ahead.

“Yes, Hyunggu?”

You can see his pout from your peripheral and you hide your little smile behind another sip of red liquid. He was absolutely adorable sometimes, and oh so easy to play.

“You’re being mean.” He’s instantly sulking, and you just laugh softly at him, toying with the rim of your wine glass. “And you’re laughing at me -”

“Lots of people laugh at you.” Jinho has suddenly decided to appear – he looks somehow more at ease with a drink in his hand than he should, and suddenly Hyunggu is focused on him instead, like he hadn’t noticed what Jinho had looked like all night because he’d been so focused on you.

It’s endearing, you think, to watch the way his eyes gloss over as he takes in his hyung’s visage – you wonder if that’s how you look when you stare at either of them.

Hyunggu, always more proactive than either of you, takes the initiative and leans forward – you’re not sure if he actually says anything to Jinho or just breathes against his ear, but the elder stiffens and his gaze drifts, suddenly unsteady. His fingers stay curled around the stem of his glass until you gently pry them away, and then he stuffs them into his pocket where you can’t see if they’re clenched tight or trembling.

“He’s so easy to get riled up.” Hyunggu says this to you like it’s a secret he’s sharing, and you grin and nod at him, happy to pretend like you’re both conspiring together. Jinho just swallows hard and watches you both, the tables turned on him so suddenly that he’s not sure what to do except stand beside the two of you who were still sitting at the bar.

“We should take him home.” Your words could mean so many things, but to Hyunggu it’s a promise of fun and to Jinho a promise to be wrecked. You get a nod from Hyunggu in response, who leans in close to Jinho again, close enough to kiss – Jinho’s eyes flutter but Hyunggu just pulls away, drawing the elder towards him as he heads towards the exit like a moth to a flame.

The bartender seems thoroughly confused with the way this has turned out, but you just smile and place down the payment for the drinks, in an extremely good mood. It wasn’t like the two rarely got along, but it was always fun when Jinho was the one thrown off balance instead of Hyunggu.

Still, in the end, you were the one who always had the last say. It’s that knowledge that fills you with a power that makes you feel weightless as you move through the room, smile turning dangerous when you see your two boys waiting for you obediently at the door.

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It’s ten at night in some hotel room, and you’re busy edging Hyunggu while Jinho lounges serenely to the side. The energy in the space around you is a strange mixture of sleepy contentment and electric tension. You absolutely love the dichotomy between the two halves of the room, love and lust managing to coexist at the same time, similar but oh-so-separate from one another.

“You really get off on this, don’t you?” Your taunting cuts straight to Hyunggu’s core and his hips jerk under you, cock red and weeping viscous pre-cum into your hand. “Being so debauched and whorish with your hyung right over there, listening to it all. It just gets to you, doesn’t it, having one of your bandmates watch you get put in your place.”

“Dirty~” Jinho hums from his own hotel bed, impossibly cheerful as he flips between channels on the TV. He’s not really actively watching the two of you, though his gaze does occasionally flick over to look. Hyunggu just lets out a thoroughly pitiful sounding sob in response, twisting to try to bury his face in the pillow his head rested on – your hand on his neck stops him from twisting too far and he gasps, face red from a heady mixture of humiliation and arousal.

“Ple-ase –” Hyunggu is begging for you to stop, for you to touch him, for you to keep talking – he’s really not even sure what for at this point but he babbles anyway, tears collecting in his lashes, unshed.

“What does it feel like, knowing every time he sees you on stage, or has to sing a duet with you, he’ll just remember you moaning and begging to cum like some sort of slut?”

“Every time I see him on stage I’ll only be able to think about this.” Jinho confirms, voice chipper and upbeat, always ready to help you out – Hyunggu’s fingernails dig into your arm as he explodes, throwing his head back, painting his upper chest white. His hips stutter beneath your hands long after the initial orgasm and you lovingly swipe your finger back and forth over the head of his cock until he’s shaking and locking his jaw, cumming a second time from your teasing ministrations. The second time is weaker than the first, but he still bucks at the sensation, moans more like pleading sobs now as the orgasmic fire burns him from the inside.

Covered in sweat and cum, dark hair plastered to his forehead with tear-tracks on his face and spit-slicked lips – Hyunggu is wrecked and he stares at you unfocusedly, gaze drifting around the hotel room unsteadily as he comes back to himself. His grip on your arm has loosened but he hasn’t released you entirely, so you uncurl his fingers from your forearm and kiss his knuckles lovingly.

“You came a lot.” Jinho appears at the side of the bed, inquisitive and unbothered by the wreck that was his dongsaeng. “Woooow.” He drags the word out, sliding one digit through the mess of cum and sweat that had collected in the other’s collarbones. Hyunggu, ever so sensitive, shivers from the mere contact alone, his eyes fluttering open. As exhausted as he is, he looks at his hyung hungrily – you’re amused, and go about gathering his attention again. You know his body better than he does and he’s at his physical limit right now.

“He did well, right Jinho?” Your praise is followed by a kiss pressed to the younger’s hairline, and a responding sound of acknowledgement from the elder who cards fingers softly through Hyunggu’s hair. He’s a bit disappointed that Jinho didn’t take his bait but he settles down with a sigh pushed out through his nose, tilting his head back invitingly as you run a damp washcloth across the skin there.

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“Open.” You command Jinho and he looks up from his phone in confusion, dutifully opening his mouth anyway. His face lights up into a brilliant smile when you place a square of chocolate onto his pink tongue. Sweat sticks his clothes to his body and his hair to his forehead, and you think he is stunning.

“You’re ruining my diet.” He reminds you, focus back on his phone but smile still on his lips. You can tell he doesn’t mind your little interference overly much.

To be honest, maybe you were trying to ruin his diet – recently you’d noticed that whenever Hyunggu stretched you were able to count the individual ribs beneath the skin of his sternum, and it kicked your protective instincts into overdrive. You didn’t want either of your boys suffering like that, and while Jinho wasn’t nearly as thin that didn’t mean he was at a healthy weight. (You didn’t want any of their brothers in the same boat either. When you’d walked back-stage you’d given each of them some sort of candy or treat – even Hongseok, who you were sure had accepted just to make you happy. You were the favorite noona of the day because of that.)

Hyunggu had managed to escape you though, already off to get his makeup removed after the concert, so now you were sitting cross-legged beside Jinho, watching him watch his phone. He’d flick his gaze over to you every now and then, small smile widening when he saw you were still focused on him.

“You did well.” You praise, and he smiles with teeth and dips his head at you as he says his thanks. You always praised him after every performance and he always reacted just as genuinely as the first time. It makes your heart hurt with how much you love him.

When Hui sidles up beside you both you think he’s after more of your chocolate – you’re reaching for it when he nudges your shoulder, posture relaxed and open despite the knowing smirk adorning his face.

“We’ll be leaving soon, maybe twenty-five minutes or so.” It’s such a casual statement but his eyes glitter with amusement – he was probably the best wingman anyone could ask for, and you make a mental promise to think of a way to pay him back later. In the meantime you settle for thanking and giving him the remaining candy - he just laughs and says that he’ll probably get accosted now by everyone else instead of you. (Which works well towards your sudden plan, you both know.)

It takes another five minutes after that before you gently tug Jinho towards one of the many utility closets in the winding underbelly of the building, dodging past stylists and backstage workers who couldn’t care less where the two of you were headed so long as it didn’t interfere with their own job.

He whines at you that it’s a bad idea but almost outpaces you when you slow down, sulking as you pause to let a group slip by you, sweatier than Jinho, fresh off the stage. His gaze follows them for a split second, as if suddenly realizing where he was, before he goes right back to sulking.

In the closet he shifts from sulky indignance to compliant submissiveness, tilts his head to the side invitingly for your lips to press upon his pulse point. It’s always hard to refuse him when he’s like this, but you do anyway, pushing at his shoulders gently to back him up as far as he can go in the small space.

“You have makeup all over you, baby. I’m not putting my mouth anywhere above your neck.” Your words are, of course, met with a whine, but you place a finger against his lips to quiet him. When you pull it away it’s tinged slightly pink from the lip tint, silently proving your point. “Everyone would know if you went back out there with everything suddenly smudged.”

“Then what –“ He’s just so absolutely sulky that you can’t help but reach for his arm, pressing kisses to his forearm, up to his bicep. He goes silent instantly, swallowing hard, eyes wide. Simply kissing like this shouldn’t have been so.. erotic.

You can feel him stiffening against your thigh with every graze of your teeth over thin skin, and when he begins trying to grind against your leg you hike it up higher, watching with a piercing gaze as he tries not to make eye-contact with you. The way his eyes dart as he gets himself off gives you a warm feeling that coils contentedly in your chest, one that only grows whenever he locks eyes with you and instantly looks away, cheeks darkening.

His breath stutters and almost full-on stops when you reach for his slim-fitted pants – there’s not much room but you fit your hand inside anyway, not bothering to pull them down. Your thumb presses into his slit, leaking pre-cum, and he mewls pitifully at the feeling.

“Ahnn-n-no..” He tries to object but it’s a weak whisper, and his fingers curling around your wrist draw you closer instead of pushing you away. You step in front of him, slot one of your hips against his to pin him against the back wall, even as your hand continues its steady motion.

“No? Jinho, sweetie, do you want me to stop?” The words are spoken into the heated air between the two of you, and while you’d much rather say them into the soft skin of his neck you want him to be able to properly verbalize his response.

It’s a moot point anyhow, because he just squints his eyes shut and shakes his head quickly, almost frantically. His fingers tighten around your hand, as if afraid you’d decide this was a bad idea and leave him high and dry.

He didn’t need to worry about that – you nudge aside the collar of his ridiculously sequined stage jacket, nip at his inner shoulder. He tastes of sweat and bruises easily, arches into any of the sensations you deign to give him. The heat around your hand, shoved down the front of his pants, is humid and wet and you let him thrust into the loose ring your fingers have become, watching with predatory eyes as he ruts against your hand like some sort of horny teen, comes undone and bites hard into his wrist to stay quiet. (You sink your own teeth into the opposite side of his wrist and his moan manages to get out anyway, all of his weight against the wall as he fights to keep from collapsing.)

It takes little to no time at all to make yourself presentable again, but Jinho is a different story – no matter how outwardly casual he looks his gaze is still glassy, and dual teeth-marks dot one of his hands.

When you exit the closet Jinho tries to melt into your side, inconspicuous, when the maknae trio comes up to you to thank you again for the chocolate (even if Hyunggu hadn’t taken any in the beginning). You know he wants to escape to the bathroom right away to clean up and become orderly again, but he’s caged in by three of his dongsaengs, so he instead tries to take solace in the warmth of standing so close to you. In a distant corner of the room you can see Shinwon has, as predicted, stolen most of the candy you’d given to Hui.

It’s mostly Wooseok who’s thanking you, all big eyes and admiration, while Yuto stands slightly to the side murmuring his own thanks shyly whenever you turn your full focus to him. You find them both adorable, this youthful infatuation they have for you absolutely endearing.

Hyunggu just finds it funny, arms crossed as he watches them, Wooseok unable to stop talking and Yuto unable to talk at all. His gaze is stolen by Jinho though, and it takes him all of five seconds to send you an accusatory glance after taking in the way Jinho is still slightly red-faced, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, gaze flicking between different occupants of the room at random intervals.

You just send him a serene smile. If he hadn’t avoided you earlier then that could have been him.

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It was a running joke that Hyunggu was overly sensitive, cried too easily – you were used to seeing him tear up suddenly at some sweet thing either of you did or said to him. Jinho teased him relentlessly for it, poking at his cheek playfully while calling him ‘the cutest baby’. (The irony was not lost on any of you that Jinho was arguably smaller and more baby-like than anyone in the room, but it always made Hyunggu smile again anyway, which was the aim of the comment.)

During sex he cried just as easily, quick to tears if edged or over-stimulated, full on sobbing whenever he got the paddle. It was one of your favorite things about him, how responsive he was to everything, how unashamed of these things he was.

So, in short, Hyunggu crying was never really an issue and usually not a cause for concern.

It’s when you get home and he sees you, smiling and shining with love seconds before he crumples, voice evaporating midway through “welcome back” that you know there’s something seriously wrong.

He’s not laughing it off, his fingers clenched into fists as he ducks his head and clenches his eyes shut, shoulders hunched and bending inwards as if he was trying to physically protect his vulnerable front from the world. He tries to speak again and ends up just cramming one of his fists against his teeth, trembling.

“Oh, honey..” You have to draw him into your arms since he doesn’t move towards you at all, and he resists at first, keeping his arms stiff at his sides while simply resting his forehead on your shoulder. “What happened?”

It’s your question that gets to him, and he melts into your warmth, hands flying up to clutch at your sweater. You cup the back of his head and let him cry into your neck, his sobs nearly silent but still just loud enough you can hear them.

It’s breaking your fucking heart.

He never does answer your questions, just eventually stops crying and keeps his arms wrapped around you while you go about your tasks until you finally give up and sit down on the couch with him, letting him curl against your side. He falls asleep almost instantly, tear tracks on his face at heartbreaking odds with how relaxed he now looks.

When you ask Jinho about it later you get vague explanations – the elder is clearly keeping anything regarding the issue close to his chest, and eventually you stop pressing. As annoying as it was to not know, you understood why he was so intent on keeping it private, especially if it involved their career. (And while his not-an-answer-answer didn’t totally sate your worry, you knew Jinho was just as capable of taking care of Hyunggu as you were, and you trusted him to make these kinds of decisions just as he trusted you to do the same.)

Later that night Hyunggu automatically gets the middle position in bed – he blushes intensely at the combined concentration on him, usually so cocky about being the center of attention but shy this time in the wake of his breakdown, hides his flush in Jinho’s shoulder as you kiss down his neck with tongue and teeth.

Everything is kept soft that night, sweet and sensual, and when Jinho slots his mouth against Hyunggu’s you watch them in a sort of lovestruck daze. Despite all the hardships, you really never thought it possible to feel this happy and content in life.

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You press a hand on Jinho’s lower back and force him into more of an arch, fucking into him aggressively – he splays out his hand in front of him and sobs, cock dangling heavy and abused between he and the wall. His hands are in fists after having been ordered not to touch himself, and it’s hard, it’s so fucking hard when all he wants is to reach down and wrap his fingers around himself, a single touch is really all he needs to finally get the release he’s seeking –

It’s almost painful, how often you can hit his prostate dead-on with your infamous strap-on, and he bites his tongue hard enough he tastes blood. A few rooms away are the rest of his members, Hyunggu included, and while it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t been caught before (you were still apologizing to Changgu for what he’d walked in on) it still sent a sharp thrill down to his stomach to try not to get caught again.

Not that it was easy – he wasn’t exactly known for his deep or quiet voice. You were pretty sure he’d been heard more often than you’d been caught.

“I’m –“ His voice is thin, and he has to swallow once before beginning again, body stiffening after a particularly hard thrust. “I’m so – so close..” The moans he’d been fighting so hard to keep silent slip from his mouth as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, stalling your hips in favor of taking his cock in hand. In seconds his release is covering your hand, dripping down your knuckles – he reaches to help keep the mess minimal but ends up just gripping your wrist tightly, head lolling back and eyes closing.

Jinho slides down the wall to his knees once you pull out, full-body trembling as he rests his forehead against the smooth, cool surface. He’s breathing hard, shoulders heaving as he sucks in deep breaths. Your rake your fingers through his hair and he lets out one last soft moan at the feeling, how impossibly tender you are with him now that you’d completely wrecked him.

“You did well.” Your praise is like a physical balm to his exhausted body, the kiss you drop onto his lips as you hand over tissues a type of physical warmth that envelopes him and makes it impossible for a content smile not to linger on his face.

You can’t help but laugh softly after checking your phone, which garners Jinho’s attention as he pulls his clothes back on. When you show him your screen he just smiles even more and murmurs something softly about sensitive maknaes always needing attention, a scoff to his voice that doesn’t quite match his fond expression.

Hui’s text to you is stark black against the white background: Whenever you’re done corrupting our hyung you need to come out here and console Hyunggu, he’s been sulking ever since he realized what you two were doing :(

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Hyunggu makes a soft sound and you glance up at him, knee beside your face bouncing anxiously – he’s looking back at you dazedly, dark hair ruffled from where he’d pushed his hand through it moments before. His teeth dig into his bottom lip and his fingers curl against the edge of the studio’s desk. His phone sits forgotten somewhere on its surface, his promise to start a V Live completely abandoned. An old recording of a live performance from Ella Fitzgerald plays quietly in the background, a track he’d intended to use as background music for the stream.

You smile and rest your head against his thigh, thumbing the head of his cock lovingly, reveling in the way his hips roll minutely into it. His breathing has turned harsh and all you’ve done so far was wrap your hand around him.

“You knew what I was going to do when I got down here.” While you’re speaking his hand reaches towards you, but a sharp glance has it hesitantly freezing before gripping the arm of the chair instead. “Didn’t you?”

He swallows hard once and nods, eyes so infinitely dark that the light reflects off of them in little astral bursts. “Y-yeah..” His voice is rough, and you drink in the sound of it. “I just – I mean, it was kind of.. hard to imagine – to come to terms with you really doing it..”

“Relax.” Your murmur is soft, and he glances at the studio door once – the unlocked studio door. He makes no move to change that. “I just want you to feel good before you meet Universe, yeah? You look so tense right now that you’d just worry them.”

You know some of the tension is because you’re right there, mouth inches from his cock and fingers looped loosely around it, but you can’t accredit yourself for all of it. He’s been undeniably strained ever since the fansign was canceled, a tightness to his shoulders every time they had to go out and perform for the cameras without an audience to dance for – not to mention the fact that ever since promotions had started he’d kept himself busy enough that the two of you hadn’t had any solo time together for about two weeks.

“So, I’m going to make you orgasm.” You say it straight-forwardly, eyebrows raised, waiting for an objection – you never get one. Hyunggu instead just shifts lower into his seat, trying to mentally prepare himself.

He knows, the moment he feels the first blindingly hot stripe licked up his cock, that he could never have been prepared.

Two weeks of abstinence has left him sensitive and more desperate than he realized, and he’s almost embarrassed by how quickly turned on he gets, the feeling of his pre-cum mixing with your saliva making his head spin.

One of his hands is half-covering his face while the other clutches at his side in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, anything – when you offer your hand it takes mere seconds before his fingers are interlacing with your own, a grounding, loving connection even as you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper.

He swears he’s fucking dying.

There’s a fire in his stomach, pure white-hot flames licking at his muscles, his skin, causing sweat to collect under his shirt, and the tightness in his shoulders and neck can’t compete with the feeling building up in his hips, bone-deep and aching. He can’t do much else than breathe harshly out through his nose, eyes falling shut. It was too much effort, energy, and focus to keep them open, and he feels so completely ripped apart by your tongue and lips and fucking mouth that any of the usual sounds he makes have been stolen from him, replaced by wheezing gasps of pleasured pain.

He doesn’t manage to warn you he’s close verbally, but you recognize it anyway – his entire body locks, fingers crushing your own, and you have just enough time to pull your mouth off of him so he can cum in your hand.

Between each gasping heave of his chest he murmurs a thank you, until his words run together and he bites his tongue to stop from sounding like even more of a fool in front of you. He can feel your lips pressing tender kisses against his cock even as you clean your hand off, and he can’t stop the way he shakes at the feeling.

Tears are caught in his lashes by the time you’re finished, and you cup his feverish face in your hands and draw him towards you, pressing more kisses against his eyelids. He is an absolute wreck, emotionally and physically, so when you try to remove your hands and he grasps for them and keeps them pressed to his collar you let him do as he pleases.

“You feel better, sweetheart?” Your words aren’t answered, but you keep talking all the same. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Perfect and wonderful and talented, and so so good. You know I love you, right? Because I do, so much, Hyunggu, I love you so much.”

He sniffs, finally pulling one of his hands away to scrub furiously at his face, a watery sounding laugh escaping him – and you know he’s okay now, safe to be left on his own. Still, you linger in the room until he’s fully composed, checking his appearance in his phone’s camera. When he catches you watching him through it he smiles, a genuine smile that drags at your heart and makes your knees feel weak.

“I love you too.” He’s saying it late, but that doesn’t mean he means it any less. When you press your lips to his all you can think of is how you’d give anything to make sure he kept smiling like that.

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Love, you think, can be shown in many different ways. One of the biggest is seeing Jinho under the covers, nestled down on his phone, waiting for you to come and join him before he falls asleep.

“You should have gone to sleep!” Your chiding is gentle and so affectionate that it loses any edge you’d wanted it to have had. “You’ve been complaining about being tired so often – why wouldn’t you take advantage of any free time you had?”

“It’ll be better with you.” His answer is so direct and short that you can’t help but laugh – his face crinkles into a smile at the sound, and he pats the empty space next to him invitingly.

By the time you’re ready to crawl into bed with him he’s become restless, and as soon as you’re semi-laying down you find yourself being clung to. His head rests easily on your chest, fingers curling into your night-shirt, lashes dark against his skin as he heaves a sigh that relaxes his entire body.

“Sweet dreams.” You whisper your words into his hair, one hand at the base of his skull and the other on his back. He doesn’t respond with much more than an acknowledging hum, already slipping into a deep sleep.

You’re not tired at all, but you settle down anyway, content with stroking fingers through his hair. The resulting silence is almost suffocating, but you don’t find it uncomfortable – there’s a warmth in your bones that isn’t from the blankets or the body on top of you, a harsh lurch in your chest that flows through your veins. It’s almost staggering how much you care for the man asleep on you.

Yes, love didn’t have to be verbally exclaimed. Actions could show your devotion to someone just as well.

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“Stay still now, honey.” You smooth a hand over Hyunggu’s sweat slicked chest, his breathing an endless staccato that matched in time with the fluttering of your innermost walls around his thoroughly abused cock. “Just relax.”

It was so easy for you to say that, laying yourself down on top of him and pillowing your head on your forearms across his collarbones, a comforting weight that would have been soothing if not for the blinding heat surrounding him. Every time he started to relax one of you would shift and painful electric shocks would shoot through his nerves all over again.

“I’m not good at this sort of thing..!” Hyunggu’s mewls are lost to your lips, and he switches from whining with words to letting out pathetic sounds into your mouth, pliant despite his protests. He can already feel himself hardening again despite knowing it wasn’t what you wanted.

“Baby, I’m not in the mood to go again.” Pet-names flow from your mouth like a stream as you apologize, pressing kisses against his cheeks and temple. “I thought you’d be able to handle this sort of thing by now.” More kisses are dotted in between his shaky “me too”, and his sucked in breath becomes a thin and fragile moan as you slowly rise up and off him. “Maybe you’ll get lucky, sweetheart, and Jinho will –“

“I’m back!” The very first thing he’s greeted with upon arrival is the sight of Hyunggu staring at him hungrily as his essence drips from your slit in viscous rivulets. His cheerful, upbeat demeanor is frozen on his face as a congenial smile, even as his mind flashes to dark places and he swears he can suddenly taste the combined arousals from the both of you on his tongue.

“Broke him.” Hyunggu’s soft laugh is breathless and aroused, even as he pushes himself up and tries to cover his bottom half with the sheets, as if being shielded would make everyone forget about how red and wet his cock was at the moment.

Jinho’s gaze locks with yours briefly, assessing the room – at your small nod his fingers are unzipping his jacket, losing it to the floor somewhere as he tugs his shirt over his head. Fading bruises swarm his naturally tanned skin, still a bit purple but not nearly dark enough for your liking. You’d gotten so much shit for that, from his stylists and bandmates and everyone else except for him who had worn them with a type of embarrassed pride, ducking his head and not looking at all upset that he’d had to cover up for their performance.

The bed dips as he crawls onto it, Hyunggu’s swallow audible in your ear as Jinho reaches for your bare calf tentatively, settles on his stomach and rests his head on your crossed ankles. He’s always been the more obedient one, knowing that he’d end up more satisfied if he played by your rules.

“You should learn from Jinho.” Hyunggu scoffs at your words, wrapping his arms around your waist. You can feel the tension in his forearms threaded across your midriff, the way his hands grip at his own skin to keep himself from taking the pleasure he wants so badly. Jinho, meanwhile, has crawled up your body with the behest of a single one of your fingers hooked beneath his chin, gaze glassy.

“I’ll clean up after him..?” Jinho’s statement shifts to a question last second, dark eyes switching to his dongsaeng briefly – there’s a strange feeling at parodying the hierarchical ladder they usually exist in, the idea that as the eldest hyung Jinho had to clean up after the messes Hyunggu made. It feels.. wrong, in a very satisfying way, to apply that logic to a sexual encounter.

At a nod from you his tongue darts out, tentative and shy at first – you let out a sigh of encouragement and contentment, fingers threading through his dark hair. He tilts his head into your hand and closes his eyes, shuffling forward the last few centimeters so he can attach his lips to you. Hyunggu’s chin has come to rest on your shoulder as he watches Jinho work with eyes that are equally dark as they are sparkling, intense hunger for the moment overridden by a sort of awed reverence as he observes how his elder pays tribute to you.

Even once you are clean he doesn’t let up, continues to lap and suck as he was instructed until you are content and release your grip on his hair, fingers trailing down his cheek to his chin. Lips slick with saliva curl into a smile at your gentle touch, eyelids fluttering open.

“Take notes, Hyunggu.” Your words are lost to the younger, who was still staring at Jinho intently with eyes blown wide – whether or not he was going to be able to recollect any of this was up for debate, more likely to remember everything as a blur of sexual need.

“I think he does an okay job already.” Jinho’s voice is slightly rough as he speaks, grinning widely when you shoot him a look before becoming conveniently focused on taking his pants off. Your gaze burns into his back as he does so, filling him with a giddy sort of excitement. He knew you weren’t actually upset, maybe a bit miffed at most.

“Just come here, you mouthy little thing.” You reach out to him and he goes to you instantly, posture suddenly less open, doing his best to fade into your commanding aura. His body language was always so easy for you to read, even without the very obvious sign of his arousal out on full display now.

Jinho nestles onto his back, squirming a bit until he’s comfortable – he doesn’t stop squirming until you wrap an arm around him and guide his head to rest on your inner shoulder, a convenient place for him if you want to be able to drop a kiss to his temple. (Or just an easy way to make him feel small and protected all over, since he could turn his head and have it buried in your chest with your arms around him.)

Hyunggu’s plastered against your back, practically vibrating at this point, his cock an annoying bother poking into your side. Jinho notices his intense gaze and flushes, amused and embarrassed in equal measure.

“I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or eat me.” Jinho’s comment has Hyunggu flushing this time, ducking his head – it wipes away the ravenous expression that has lingered ever since Jinho got home, replacing it with a type of happy embarrassment. Being teased by one of you always made him feel warm inside, accepted, instead of ridiculed.

“Fuck you.” He promises, and then dips his head to nip at your shoulder impatiently. You can feel his tongue dart out against your skin before he’s trailing open-mouthed kisses towards your neck, too riled up for his own good.

“Then you’re focused on the wrong person..” Jinho’s grumbling is met by your laughter, a gentle tug at the crook of Hyunggu’s arm to direct him away from you and towards his real goal. A bruise blooms along the gentle sweeping of Jinho’s hipbone, left behind by Hyunggu as he gets into position. His fingers frame it nicely, surrounding but never pressing down on it.

“Fuck..” It’s more a whimper than anything else, Jinho’s nails digging into your arm as you press kisses to his furrowed brow. Hyunggu trails his hands up his hyung’s side, willing him to relax, to take all of him. A low groan is tugged from Hyunggu’s chest at the feeling.

Jinho squirms once Hyunggu bottoms out, clearly uncomfortable – it’s not uncommon for him to take a while to acclimate to the stretch, and the two of you have become pros at soothing him until he does. It takes a little while, but between your soft caresses against his face and Hyunggu’s open-mouthed kisses against his neck his shifting becomes more needy and less pained.

To be completely honest, you were incredibly impressed with Hyunggu’s self-control – for someone who had been so horny he’d barely remembered the need to prep he was being immensely tender to Jinho, holding as still as possible until he was given the okay to move. Even over-come by lust he was always so thoughtful.

“Perfect boy.” The compliment comes out instantly, not directed at either of them but instead just said to the room – Jinho, feeling exposed, tucks his face into your shoulder while Hyunggu lowers his head and smiles, edges softening just a bit at such blatant love.

You apologize for killing the mood by wrapping your fingers around Jinho’s cock, paying extra attention to the pre-cum trailing down its side – it causes a chain reaction of movements that culminate in hands grabbing hard at hips and mouths falling open helplessly, a beautiful display of the best kind of agony.

Lithe fingers tug at yours insistently until you allow them to take your place, dark eyes watching you as you watch Hyunggu take over. He’s more aggressive with his touch than you are, falling into the same pace his hips are making, and Jinho’s moan gets lodged in his throat as a choke, muscles tightening.

“Ohh –“ Hyunggu’s back bows and his forehead knocks against Jinho’s collarbone, hips pressing as close to the elder as he can – you can tell by the way he’s just folded that the orgasm took him completely by surprise. Jinho, even with his eyes squeezed shut and his mind somewhere far away, pushes his hand through Hyunggu’s hair comfortingly. It makes your heart ache with adoration.

“Hyunggu, baby, Jinho hasn’t cum yet.” Your gentle scolding has the younger trying to move again, rising up on trembling forearms, weak thrusts that are uncoordinated and shaky yet make Jinho cry out all the same. “I know you must be so sensitive by now, you’re doing so good.”

Jinho’s bottom lip has been torn to shreds and his hips roll against Hyunggu’s, doing the job for him as he chases after his orgasm with a single-minded mentality – his eyes are squeezed shut but he still turns his face into your shoulder, pants open-mouthed against your bare skin as you hug him closer to you.

“Can’t –“ Hyunggu is shaking, his head bowed and back arched, shuddering – everything is too much for him now, pleasure white-hot and bursting across his vision in a way that makes him more than dizzy, makes him feel close to fainting. He knows he’s supposed to be doing something, moving his hand for some reason, but he really can’t remember why anymore – he feels slender fingers wrap around his own, his hyung’s fingers, and they’re moving again and Jinho is moaning louder now and he’s not really sure what’s happening with the way his head is spinning but he’s glad Jinho sounds like he feels good. “I can’t –“

“You can, baby, I know you can.” You hold out your free hand, the one not on Jinho’s shoulder, and Hyunggu cranes his head towards it and presses a kiss to your palm, lets your thumb slip past his plush lips. “Just a little bit longer.” His silent moan can be felt vibrating through your fingertip, hips twitching. Jinho is still making enough noise on his own for three people, the hand that’s not occupied curled so tightly into the bedsheets you’re almost positive they’ll be cramping later.

He stops moving entirely when Jinho seizes and then thrashes violently, the same fingers that had been guiding his hand now wrapped so tightly around them that they begin to lose feeling. (He manages to crack his eyes open to send you a grateful glance when you reach out and loosen them, drawing Jinho’s hand into your own instead.)

Jinho’s pants are high and exhausted, covered in his own cum and sweat from exertion, and you can tell from the way Hyunggu’s biting his lip that he isn’t going to be able to crash over the edge himself this time – you quietly tap his shoulder and all the tension drains out of his body immediately as he takes your cue to finally pull out. He and Jinho make a sound that is so surprisingly similar you wonder which one of them picked it up from the other.

“So tired..” Hyunggu collapses across Jinho’s legs and neither of them move after that – you stifle a laugh and disentangle yourself from them both, going in search of washcloths and comfortable outfits they could easily pull on.

It’s a bit of an ordeal to work around two limp and exhausted bodies, but as someone who was used to dealing with two idols who were constantly over-worked (or over-sexed) you had it down to an art form, and both of your boys are fast asleep in a tangle of limbs under the covers and in soft clothes in short order.

It gives you time to settle down next to them and just breathe, safe in this little pocket of time and space the three of you had managed to carve out and solidify for yourselves. When you glance over at them they’re dead to the world, and to be completely honest you’re not totally sure where one of them ends and the other begins. You like it that way, though.

In fact, you liked everything about this, the way they made your life feel a little brighter or warmer, how it was so easy to connect with one or both of them despite how rarely your projected paths would usually cross unless one of the three of you didn’t actively change courses to make it happen.

The gravity that love had was seemingly inescapable, and you were immensely grateful for it.

#sub!jinho #sub!kino #jinho x reader #kino x reader #pentagon x reader #smut #sub!pentagon

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amnesiac-mc · 4 years ago

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1) Hi! First of all, I want to apologize for any possible mistakes or typos, because I wrote this using google translate (English is not my native language). Could I get a match up for Collar x Malice? I am 5'3``, bi female with wave brown hair just below the shoulders. I am an Aquarius, I have a 3 positive blood type and by mbti I am most likely istj.

2) Honestly, I do not believe in the great influence of astrology or the accuracy of mbti, just as I do not know much about it, but at the same time I am interested in it (especially in classification of people, because I still cannot really understand myself). I like to collect other people's opinions on things that interests me, and if our points of view coincide, I begin to feel a greater affinity with the person.

3) I also really like making people guess about something based on a minimum of information (for example, sometimes i sends images of otome characters to my friend and asks her to predict their character, the possible development of their route, internal relationships, and also evaluate each of them based on these guesses).

4) Despite this, I am very panicky if I myself am put in such conditions, because it seems to me that for the wrong answer i will be disappointment for someone or even somebody will punish me. I'm usually pretty quiet, but if you give me the freedom to share something that I'm passionate about, I can get very noisy. I have low self-esteem, and although I try to improve it, I am quite sensitive to insults and humiliation to me (although I shows myself indifferent).

5) I'm terribly nervous in new company, but, to be honest, I'm more afraid of leaving a bad impression of myself (which can make someone to bully me) than worrying about other people's feelings. I care about other people's feelings only if this person is dear to me in some way. I avoid conflicts usually, but sometimes (if it's a sensitive topic to me) I can win an argument with passion.

6) Despite the fact that I still afraid of the beginning of bullying, I much more dislike it when someone misunderstands my personality traits or the reasons for some of my actions, no matter if I seems to them as a better or worse person than I really am. It's hard for me to talk about people's shortcomings straightforward, but I can talk about my own ones (which happens more often, because it seems to me that people constantly see me as someone better than I truly am).

7) I am good at forming my thoughts only about abstract things. It's hard for me to express my opinion directly. I often want to give compliments, but even if I dare, I usually cannot find words that fully reveal my admiration. If I don’t want to do something, I will delay it until the last, while looking for a way to avoid this responsibility completely. I feel myself terribly alone and useless to world, my significant ones and even myself sometimes

8) I sincerely admire honest, outgoing, friendly, energetic and even a little shameless people, because they seem to me the most courageous and free of all. I love it when people are embarrassed because showing off your vulnerability is very daring and charming. I love meaningful things in art. I love making sweets (and eating them), drawing and writing fanfiction! My favorite animals are cats and birds.

9) I like to try things with unusual tastes, but I can't say that they will become my favorites in the future. I am into anime, visual novel and fantasy games that my computer can handle. I cannot be called an altruist, as well as someone with strong feel of justice, but I will not judge other people for having some of these if they do not impose their ideas on me (don't misunderstand, i think people with strong principes pretty strong ones, i am more admire them than think they're stupid).

10) I can help a person if it doesn’t hurt me, but I hate it when people think that I have to do it. OMG I'M VERY SORRY FOR SO MANY ASKS!!! i've really got a carried away... Thank you very much and have a nice day!

Hello, sorry for the waiting! And don’t worry about the asks! I ship you with...Mineo!

I was also thinking Okazaki, but Mineo, with his story and views of the world fits better in many of the things you explained. There are also a couple of things in his personality that made me go for him instead of Kei.

—I think Mineo would probably be amused if you make him guess things with as little information as possible. Sasazuka always tells him he is the least rof the group, so Mineo would want to show him he can be at their same level. The results of the challenge will probably be really bizarre, but I assure you it would be worth seeing.

—He would love to hear you talk about your interests. Mineo knows what it feels to be passionate about something, so he would be happy to discuss it with you. Of course, he would want you to hear him talking about Japanese history. Even if you don't understand it, for him it would be enough to know someone is listening.

—This man would never be rude to you, he is pretty respectful and knows first-hand how much it bothers to have someone calling you out for any mistake you do. He would understand your struggles with your self-esteem, and try to help you to improve it and make you feel better. Mineo doesn't care much about the impression he gives to strangers, so he might not comprehend at first why are you worried about it. However, once he learns the reason Mineo would be very supportive, trying to convince you that no matter the impression you give he would never let anyone bully you.

—Mineo has also a strong insight about himself. Even if he is probably more open to callout the shortcomings of other people, he is also really aware of his, just like you. I feel Mineo's backstory with his superior made him learn to take a more realistic approach at percieving people and not idolizing anyone, including himself. He would probably respect and value a lot that you want to be percieved just like you are, with the good and the bad.

—The description you gave about people who you admire fits pretty well with Mineo. Even if you didn't find the exact words to compliment him, he would be satisfied and feel really appreciated knowing that you admire him.

—About views on justice, Mineo himself struggled a lot with his duty and his feelings, so he wouldn’t probably be the type to call you out if you don’t do something considered “morally right” and actually understand your view to a certain exent.

I hope you liked it!

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annamiasworld · 4 years ago

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Detain the Dangerous [Gravity Falls: Ford x Bill]

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Note: This is my first fanfic ever which I publish here on tumblr so I would be indiscribably happy if you could leave some feedback in the comments. Plus this is the first time I wrote about Gravity Falls so if you notice any mistakes concerning the timeline of the story etc. point that out if possible. Also goes for typos because english is not my first language. This fic was inspired by the song “Dangerous” from David Guetta by the way. Other than that I hope you enjoy reading this!

Summary: This work is about Ford and Bill during Fords researcher period in Gravity Falls. It’s pretty much Fords thoughts without a real plot and takes place before he realizes that Bill bertayed him.

Warnings: None

Requested by: @zirandem

Word Count: 1,5k

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When Ford woke up the first thing he saw was an overthrown cup of coffee and a brown viscous substance soaking itself into his paperwork.

“Oh not again” he mumbled still sleepy and stretched his back. That action caused more pain then it actually should and the noises his body made sounded anything else then healthy. He still got up – probably a bit too fast because his head immediately began to throb and for a few seconds everything went dark in front of his eyes. Ford rammed his fingernails into the wooden table he was sitting at a few moments ago until he got his orientation back.

A heavy sigh left his lips. He hadn’t slept through for more than a week now because of his project. It simply took up all of his time and energy. He knew that he could never handle all of this on his own and that’s also why he was so thankful for the help he got from Fiddleford. And of course not only from him…

Fords eyes quickly skimmed the room while he asked himself if he’s being watched. An uncomfortable feeling rushed through his bones, making him shiver. He definitely needed another cup of coffee.

On his way to the kitchen he turned on all of the lights. He wasn’t paranoid or anything but lately he felt like something changed. It felt like the air was full of electricity and something heavy and dark built itself up becoming more and more dangerous every day. For most of the people this description would seem weird but Ford was sure that he was right. Still he kept these thoughts to himself because he knew others wouldn’t understand. Except maybe…

“Hey Sixer!” a familiar voice called. While Ford had begun to make himself coffee Bill Cipher casually appeared behind him floating just above the table.

“Morning Bill” Ford said. He had expected that his friend would turn up but he also knew what that meant. It meant going back to work again and right now he really wasn’t in the mood. He just woke up feeling horribly tired so all he would like to ask for was one single morning where he could sit at the kitchen table eating a proper breakfast. But he knew of course that this wasn’t possible. Not before their project was finished.

“I hope you were diligent in my absence.” The triangle grabbed Fords coffee and took a long sip.

“Of course I was”

“Well then I suppose you wouldn’t mind me taking a look at your notes”

Ford took a deep breath and prepared himself for letting Bill inside his mind. After that his memories went blank.

He found himself sitting in front of his table again with Bill next to him. His friend was in a good mood as always when he pointed to Fords work.

“This was really impressive! The additional notes about the invisible wizard could be very helpful for building the portal!”

Ford smirked. Bill always knew how he could get him. They just shared the same passion when talking about supernatural stuff. And secretly Ford was extremely glad whenever Bill praised him.

“Well for sure not as useful as the materials he kept in his shack!”

“You have a point there” Bill laughed.

“I wonder if there is a way to see the invisible wizard. I could try to reinforce my glasses with…”

But Bill interrupted him. “Listen, I know that there is still a lot to discover but let’s focus on the important thing first. The invisible wizard won’t run of. I mean it’s impossible since we locked him in that closet.”

Now it was Fords turn to laugh. “Well then what’s the order of the day, muse?”

Bill ensured him that he would wait at the car until Ford got himself ready and disappeared. Ford hurried to the bathroom, not wanting to make Bill wait too long. With a glance into the mirror he saw that he looked just as horrible as he felt. But he had no time to wallow in self-pity. Bill was waiting.

While brushing his teeth the strange feeling he had felt during the last few days returned. Since he met Bill a lot had changed. Through him he discovered that there are creatures at places he would have never found on his own. Also the portal would be a huge step to finally understand how all of the dimensions worked together. And once he had summed up all the facts he could make the information available for everyone. Nobody would dare to call him crazy anymore when he had proofs for everything. To the contrary he would be the greatest scientist of all time.

But suddenly a question popped up in his mind. What is Bills benefit? He tried to get rid of the thought, explaining to himself that Bill was a muse or he probably had to serve somebody like a genie, that there was a logical explanation but he still couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Well I could just ask him, right? We are friends after all.” he muttered while walking down the stairs.

As soon as he sat into the car seat he gathered his courage. Why was it so hard for him to do this? It was just a simple question, right?

“Listen Bill, I’d like to ask you something…”

The triangle appeared on the passenger seat the moment Ford started talking, giving him an interested look.

“Spit it out already Sixer. What is it?”

He swallowed. “I know that you only want to help me… but… why? What’s in this for you?”

There was an oppressive silence and Bill examined him carefully. After what seemed like minutes to Ford he finally said, “Do you doubt me Stanford?”

Fords eyes opened wide. His question had exactly the impact he didn’t want to attain.

“No, no, no, no, no! I was just… I only wanted… I thought maybe…” he stuttered awkwardly.

Bill dropped his gaze and sighed.

“It’s okay. I knew that you would ask this at some point. But you still hurt me.”

“This wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry Bill.”

“I know. Yet I owe you an answer.”

Ford waited silently while Bill tried to search for the right words.

“Of course I’m doing this because you are my friend. I see an enormous potential in you. But you are right. There are other reasons too. I’m trying to show you as much as possible but there are dangers in which I don’t want to put you. Sometimes it’s better not to know everything, Ford.”

Ford felt really ashamed. Why did he always have to question everything? He was never the guy who had plenty of friends and now he risked to lose his best one.

“I’m really sorry, Bill. Please forgive me.” Ford apologized again.

“It’s okay, Sixer. Let’s just… forget this conversation.”

Ford nodded relieved. He would never dare to mention this topic again.

“Are we ready to pay the Geodites a visit?” Bill changed the topic skilfully.

“We totally are.”

The second time Bill left Fords mind they were at a different place again. The triangle had lead them to a mine at the foot of a mountain. There were debris all around the entry and it didn’t look very stable but he still walked towards it. Bill told him that the Geodites are simply living geodes. They are hard to destroy and could be a good binder for some immobile parts of the portal. If they managed to catch some of course.

He wondered how he could explain the function of the new commodity to Fiddleford. His former college friend was a good soul and a fabulous engineer but Bill has warned Ford to tell him only the bare necessities. Unfortunately Fiddleford tended to be instable concerning his mental health so he could easily get nervous when Ford brought some new materials he found with Bill.

It didn’t feel right to keep a secret from his colleague but Ford had no choice. Maybe when they had reached their goal, when they finished the portal and activated it, when he understood more and visited other dimensions he could inaugurate Fiddleford. He would surely be glad that he was part of this project when he only saw all of the profits they could draw from other dimensions.

Ford knew that something about this wasn’t right. He was out here in the wild, discovering things that aren’t meant to be discovered. It almost felt like an addiction. A possibly deadly dangerous one. But he wasn’t alone. Bill would protect him, right? That’s at least what he hoped. That’s at least what he promised him.

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