#this is just the funniest thing to me i'm still giggling over this scene

[nataliescatorccio]

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[subarashiihibi]

my thing about izaya is that he's so strange and weird and i love that so much. i didn't want to ramble too much in the notes of that poor person's post but i find the way he speaks and the words he chooses so interesting so let me ramble a little bit. this may or may not even be coherent so bear with me here im just going to speak my thoughts.

ok this got really fucking long and all over the 0place so im putting this under a read more sorry.

so i have volume 9 of the novel in both english and japanese. i only have two novels in japanese and that is this one and yuuyake wo. so i'm pretty crazy about this izaya speech analysis shit. anyways i was rereading thru the jp ver the other day just to compare it to the eng and i kinda realized that like.

a lot of people you can separate their speech in either formal and informal speech right? someone like shizuo speaks really informally and uses a lot of rough, dragged-out versions of words and stuff (しゃーねえ vs しょうがない) and then someone like shinra who speaks in a ton of yojijukugo and generally sounds like a nerd emoji gijinka.

izaya on the other hand rly... doesn't fit in either? i mean sure he sounds like another nerd emoji gijinka but it's kinda different. it's not so much the words he speaks but rather the intonation and his tone...

and he has his moments where he speaks pretty seriously and whatnot of course, but in general he just... doesn't sound very human when he speaks? i don't know if that's a conscious effort or not. is it his attempts at distancing himself from his own individual humanity? or is it just because he's a weird guy? i dunno. but it's interesting nonetheless.

one thing i will note though is that despite his somewhat inhuman speech patterns, it's also pretty...dramatic? to the extent where it's really exaggerated but also very cute and charming. (this part is important.)

i think a lot of what makes izaya's speech so weirdly inhuman is because he doesn't really use a lot of slang or similar lingo that people his age would typically use. i know mikado said in the novels that he doesn't really try to fit in with his age group's fashion sense either so it makes sense but still. he's like an old hag it's so funny. and it's because of that that when he says stuff like 'i don't get all hot and heavy over headless women' or whatever he said to celty it's really amusing to me because like... why is the strange man saying this?💀

another example i kinda giggled about on my twitter when i read it it's not even crazy and i sound corny and cheesy and stupid but theres this scene in vol 9 where izaya messages celty for business and hold on let me just put it as a quote.

he sounds so old saying 'video game' like 😭 idk it's just funny cause he barely even knows anything abt games like bro knows nothing im crying

in the jp hes like 「…ゲーム中なのかい？」 and then when celty tries to explain herself he says 「何を言ってるのか、良く解らないんだけど」 and im rly bad at tling parts of sentences and stuff but just know that the way he words it makes it sound like this gif to me

i love both versions i think the original jp makes him sound like hes so lost and confused (hence why pw gif cause lord that man always looks lost LMFAOOOO) and then eng tl just blunt ass "I don't know what you're talking about." makes him sound like full on hag 😭😭😭

OMFG WAIT I HAVE TO MENTION THIS FUCKING SCENE WITH SHINRA ITS SO FUNNY.

first i think it's funny the translation has izaya say fuck here cause he very rarely swears and i did read this one thing about how he only swears when his mask slips so to me this is like genuine bewilderment that he cant even hide LOL. second why is he so excited to hear about 'whatever sexual fetish' shinra has im crying he's so damn nosy . okay but this is not the funniest part let me add that now.

???

ehy the hell is izaya orihara talking about foot fetishes???😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im crying bruh i was so flabbergasted when i read this i was like WHAT did he just say? he says it in the jp ver too which just makes it even funnier. this goes back to what i said earlier but i always get so amused when izaya has something to say about sex or whatever cause he's so fucking weird and unsettling why does he know that

(i mean i also get so hard i nearly pass out thinking about izaya tlaking about sex but thats probably just a thing with my heart condition and stuff)

oh also another scene i think is really cute and amusing and funny is back when shinra was first still trying to get izaya to form the bio club w him.

1. shinra is funny as fuck in this scene but also izaya's "Hmm. Can I punch you?" made me havbe a good laugh. in the jp he says 「んー。殴ってもいいのかな？」 which is pretty much the same thing just with the intonation of like 'hmmmmmmmmm should i hit u or not...' sorry like i said im just bad w explaining this stuff. but i felt the need to point it out not cause im one of those annoying ppl who praise the original jp ver and reject translations and localizations i just think it's important for izaya specifically cause i love him and i want to analyze his speech patterns as best as i can.

i was going thru the novel just now for other stuff i wanted to mention and i forgot abt this part but it's so funny.

'Let's not get hasty. Type calmly, please.' its not even funny or nothing i just find it so amusinf whenever he talks like that💀 i will say though the english translation kind of makes him sound more weird and inhuman than the original. that line in the original was basically just him telling her she needs to calm down enough to at least type properly LOL. idk if im just being nitpicky cause this is izaya tho so feel free to ignore that. fwiw i like the eng tl bc while it's a different intonation than the original japanese ver i think if he did speak english it would probably sound smth like that anyways.

this too made me laugh like ??? seriously he is really nosy when it comes to people's intimate affairs. in the jp ver he calls them an 'intimate couple' which just is like .. ok bro💀

does anyone else see my vision of izaya getting cucked by celty (does it count as cucking when celtys the one dating shinra) while he looks sad and pathetic and miserable that he never decided to shoot his shot w shinra back in the day

if i were commenting on the actual stuff going on in this scene rn this post would be a lot olonger and even more terribly all over the place so im just gonna focus on how i think it's funny izaya says 'easy, man...' this is like one of the only times his words are somewhat natural and sound like smth you would hear someone else say. in the jp ver it's 「おいおい…」 which is somewhat less out of left field in terms of coming from izaya but still it's pretty surprisingly normal. i have to wonder if in that moment he's too worried about shinra to care about keeping up appearances.

this is just random and me making fun of izaya as usual but why the hell does he weigh himself after his showers💀💀💀 it's cute and endearing and only adds to his strong gap moe but still... it's strange...

speaking of cute things this is from a volume i forget but he says this one phrase a couple of times and it is just both really cute and also kind of idk... saddening. one of the times i can remember he says it is when namie was making fun of him or something and he replies 'Don't tease me. I'm only human.' or something along those lines and it's like . hm. ok.

i think it's cute he says 'dont tease me' a few times cause eughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (trying to ward off severe brain damaged incoherent thoughts) but 'im only human' is like... are you really? even after you try so hard to escape your own humanity and individual self so much... im going to try and give my thoughts on it here but this is just based off my hc that izaya has bpd so yanno. im basing a lot oif this on my own experiences sorry. i do that a lot. (gestures over to all the posts i make abt fob/mychem fan izaya)

when it comes to just straight up acknowledging his humanity izaya has no problems with this because 'sure, i'm human. isn't that obvious?' is probably something along the lines of what he thinks. it's easy for him to just say that because it's just that. it's just words. it holds no real meaning and shows no true insight into how he actually perceives himself. but when it comes to actually having to come face to face with his own humanity and the fact that yes, he is only human, it's a lot more difficult because now it's out of his control. i wonder also if he has problems with perceiving his own self.

i say this a lot but i truly do believe izaya is so so so beautiful and i love him so much. also i just saw a funny post on twitter so i wanna say this here idk if yall know this but izayas actually a latina hes got chismosavirus❤ ok thats all i have to say sorry for rambling so much

[dirtyoldmanhole]

real dweeby navel gazing time

i think one of the reasons i am having genuinely, so much fun with this gunter slowburn fanfic despite sitting at a literal 53k words rn and with it probably being close to 90k all said and done, is it's ... writing the ship i see myself in the most by far on both sides.

like, ever.

this shit is the rawest most honest shit i've ever written.

i've talked a little bit about how corrin's memory wipe stuff is literally a 1:1 to my anesthesia/childhood surgery/physical therapy conga line of bullshit. even aside from the helpful textual 'here's how this works from a medical event standpoint' there's the 'here's the emotional scars that it will leave because yes it is a bodily/mind violation of a sense, over and over, and jesus all of this of this stuff goes so well thematically to the straight up fantasy bullshit of nohr with the underpinning of being hyper-aware to the themes of "power" "use" "what it takes to survive by emotionally dragging yourself through a minefield" etc. stuff i've been ruminating over since being conscious lol.

then my body's so whack from a physical joint perspective that there's also almost word for word conversations from gunter's side that i've had with my gf about how to navigate certian shit from a kink perspective but also like... how to maintain dignity when your body's kinda physically crapping out on you due to the march of time.... without loosing the sexytimes u know?

the concept of dignity in the face of being broken is a huge theme in this fic that gets echoed. very poignant for reasons you fates players know.

amusingly there's a scene near the end where corrin's helping him to shave after his stroke. (in one of fate's "clearly having a giggle at my expense" coincidences i've been in contact lately irl with somebody who's also gone through a stroke and man is it not easy) and it's this kind of perfect blend of she's helping him, technically, with something that could just be... god awful self loathing brainspace wise for him but it turns into this amazingly hot kink scene with some serious sizzling power exchange.

the dream, man!

there is a real thin line between being able to laugh at yourself *while* keeping that dignity to pointedly.... having to not look in the mirror some days. desire and shame being some real fucked up entangled wires too, in that sense.

the tumblr uwu approved discussions re: tricky medical/'my body is crapping out on me man and i can't hide it'/kink shit and having to be ~valid~ all the time gives me the hiiiiiveeeees man (and i'm not knocking it for other people, i know why it exists, but it sends my hackles up u feel).

and yet this fic still feels like, hot, in the fun sense.

there's enough fun whacko fantasy taboo elements in it that it doesn't feel .... oh no this ain't sexy this is Too Real, you feel, or too much like a trauma fic(tm)

there's the sexy yandere villain ossan (lol), corrin herself has one hell of a sex drive (and honestly that's yet another huge focus, that wish fufillment fantasy of this 'pure fragile princess chick that's fought over like a prize by everyone else' who gets to choose 'no i actually want the hot villain kthx'. she actually rants to him several times about being fought over and having everyone else from nohr/hoshido project all the shit on her.

(and him being all, I got you, I get it.)

he actually does!!!! that's the funniest darkest most ironic thing!! he's got that weird blend of being aware enough from a kink perspective and just 'went through enough shit' life perspective of why sometimes the most sacred, profound thing you can do for somebody is to break them when they ask for it. sometimes in the dark u just want the brain wires to go bzzt.

there is a weird as hell comraderie in the sense of facing very specific demons that only they have (which, again, hilariously, goes so well with the themes of revelation! invisible enemies/demons that only you two know about.)

and then i have like yet another essay in me about how literally every character i've RP'ed is a suspiciously similar to his whole... archetype.... like all of my RP partners have gravitated to playing the chicks in the het relationships and i've always RP'd the snarky older guy going through life snarking at shit and being a closet misanthrope (there's probably some presentation/gender-aligned stuff going there but this is already navel gazey as hell lol)

anyway

tl;dr i haz feelz

[ladystormcrow]

24, 25, 28, & 29 for the fanfic ask thing?

24. Which fic do you think is your funniest?

Fire & Ice, a one-shot that I wrote for the Megamind LJ community years ago (the prompt was "beat the heat"). I still giggle at the image of Minion dropping ice cubes into his tank.

25. Which fic do you think is your saddest?

Probably Imprints In Time. Antoinette goes through a lot of unhappiness, some of which is her own fault (abandoning her parents and her community, turning her back on her friendship with Erik) but much of which isn't (dealing with prejudice against the Romani, the deaths of her son and husband), and doesn't get any real resolution for most of it. Plus, anyone who's familiar with the original story will know that her decision to ally with Erik at the end is going to turn out very, very badly.

28. Which fic is closest to your heart?

Oh jeez, that's a tough one! Probably Life Is What Happens -- it was my first foray into fanfic writing as an adult (I'd written a little in my teenage years, but the less said about that, the better), and it led to me making a number of online friends who I'm still close with over a decade later (some of them even attended my wedding). I don't consider it my best fic, and if I rewrote it today there are a number of things I would do differently, but it will always be special just the same.

29. Which fic would you most like to have fan art done for?

I'd absolutely love to see art for Katabasis or Trio Sonata! Both have quite a few epic scenes that I lack the skill to draw myself.

[thebangtancloud]

Hi! I hope you're taking requests and are doing well! Can I get a reaction to BTS hearing you giggle in your sleep then you wake up giggling/laughing softly and then when you look at them you tell them "I had the funniest dream ever, I woke up by own laugh" this literally just happened and I can't help but to wonder

He catches you giggling in your sleep ~ BTS Reactions

A/n: AHHH this happens to me so often and my mum has a few recordings of me on her phone where I'm simply laughing in my sleep lol

Kim Namjoon:

Eyes widening in surprise, Namjoon placed his book down and bent over to see you quietly laughing into your hand.

"You awake?" He smiled fondly when you turned around to face him. Your eyes were red and swollen from the sleep that you had just woken up from, a sheepish look on your face when you nodded.

"You won't believe what I dreamt of," you spoke with wonder in your eyes, immediately sitting up and moving to fit between him and the couch. "I woke myself up because of my own laugh."

"What did you dream of?" Namjoon chuckled at the way you still couldn't stop giggling, gently brushing away some hair that was stuck to the side of your face.

"I dreamt of Yoongi in the 'That That' music video - that scene where he flies in? I guess I was watching from somewhere when you suddenly appeared and started doing the dance yourself," you laughed humorously, raising two hands in the shape of guns so as to imitate how you had seen him in your dream.

"Oh really?" Najoon guffawed at your description. "Was it so funny?"

"I mean," you sniffed, "you were trying really hard with those hip thrusts."

"Sweet Lord," Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I don't know where you get such dreams from."

"I'm known for my wild imagination," you giggled softly, snuggling into the warmth of his embrace which he easily pulled you into.

"Your imagination better be about me only."

"You're the only reason why I wake up from my dreams, bubba." You assured him with a kiss on his hand.

"You're even better in real life than you are in my dreams."

Kim Seokjin:

Just when Jin was about to pop another sour candy into his mouth, your giggle caught his attention. He briefly looked over at you who were sitting in the passenger seat with your head against the window, the softest smile on your face.

Jin laughed to himself when he realized you must be dreaming about something funny, looking back at the road and continuing to munch on his candy with an enamored smirk on his face.

Your giggle somehow woke you up, turning to face Jin with an embarrassed laugh and sleep in your eyes.

"Shit, did you see that?"

"Sure did, babe." He offered you an orange strip of candy.

"I woke up by my own laugh," you mumbled in embarrassment, chuckling along with Jin nonetheless. Jin pulled his sunglasses back down onto the bridge of his nose, briefly looking into the rearview mirror before turning back to face you.

"Slept well?"

"Yeah," you nodded lightly. "My neck hurts though."

"You were in a weird position," Jin pointed to the window. "But you seemed to be having good dreams, no?"

"Right," you chuckled, not knowing how to explain the dream to him.

"It was so funny, I remember laughing so hard in my dream and the next thing I know, I'm laughing loud enough to wake up by it."

Jin nodded knowingly with a grin on his face. "I've experienced that a few times too."

"It's embarrassing that you saw me, though."

"Don't be embarrassed. You looked as cute as ever, a bonus point for me. I love hearing you laugh, my stomach...I don't know. Something topples and turns in there when you laugh."

"Must you still flirt with me after all these years we've been together?"

"You'll be saying this on the day you turn sixty too, wait and watch."

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi sniffled in his sleep, feet stretching and toes curling with a little squeak that came from him. His arms rose about his head, absentmindedly scratching his scalp when a little laugh floated towards him.

Yoongi immediately turned over onto his stomach and covered his face, thinking you were up to mischief and recording videos of his face, but then you fell absolutely silent.

Peaking out from the safety of his pillow, Yoongi looked at you lying on your stomach as well, both palms lying flat on the mattress and a little smile on your mouth. Yoongi looked puzzled, raising his head higher to take a better look at you when you suddenly began to chuckle to yourself in your sleep.

Pursing his lips into a tight line to hold back his own laugh, Yoongi raised himself up onto his elbow and rested his head on his hand, looking at you sleeping beside him. He laughed silently when you were laughing and when your eyes suddenly opened and stared off into the distance, Yoongi fell back against the bed and began cackling like a wild goose, clutching onto his stomach which was hurting from how hard he was laughing.

"I had the funniest dream ever," you covered your face in embarrassment, your shoulders trembling with the giggles that you were trying to hide.

"I could clearly see," Yoongi sighed loudly after calming down from his laughing fit. "Damn, you looked possessed."

"Gee, thanks Yoongi. You don't even want to know how you looked in my dream."

"Oh, you were dreaming about me?" Yoongi looked over cautiously. "What was it about?"

"I'll save that for a time I'm in the mood to annoy you."

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok rushed for his phone with just a towel around his waist, water still dripping from his wet hair onto the floor, but he couldn't miss this opportunity to record you laughing in your sleep.

Opening the camera on his phone, Hoseok took a few pictures before he began to record you curled up into a ball, your fingers clutching the pillow as you began to laugh lightly, still in your sleep.

Tiny giggles left Hoseok's mouth, stretching his leg onto the bed and balancing on his knee to get a better view.

"Aigo, look at this cutie," Hoseok cooed in a whisper behind the camera, wanting to pinch your cheeks but also not wanting to wake you up. A few seconds later, you woke up mid-laughter, looking across at Hoseok who immediately lowered the camera, not wanting you to catch him recording you.

"Hobi," you caught his arm and began to laugh even harder, eyes scrunching shut at something you'd seen in your dream.

"What did you see?" Hoseok wondered with a bright grin, swooping some of his hair that was falling into his eyes back over his head. "You were laughing so hard."

"You-" you couldn't get out any words, clutching your stomach and yelping in pain, "Ah!"

"What, what? What did you dream of?"

"You came home with a mask and showed me- oh gosh, I'll never forget the look on your face! You said the stylist messed up your look and suddenly you had a mustache only on one side of your face!"

Hoseok almost snorted, totally imagining the scenario in his head before sitting on the bed, shrieking at how weird he must've looked in your dream.

"What the heck!"

"It was so funny, Hobi! I literally woke up laughing and you were right there! I thought you were so embarrassed that you shaved off the rest of your mustache too!"

"I don't even have a mustache, (Y/n)," he deadpanned, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at you before leaping forward and crushing you in a hug.

"You think I look too funny, huh? Come, let me tickle you and make you laugh some more!"

"AH!"

Park Jimin:

Jimin lay in bed beside you with nothing but a pair of shorts, his phone in his hand, scrolling through the internet and waiting for Taehyung to come online so that they could play together.

Mindlessly liking a few posts, Jimin sighed, utterly bored and hungry. He placed his phone down on the bed and turned to face you, a little smile immediately tugging at his lips.

You were laying on your back, face turned towards him and a pillow in between your legs, a lopsided grin stretching the side of your mouth.

Your eyebrows faintly rose, before you moved towards him completely, pulling your knees higher up and giggling lightly. Jimin was fascinated, to say the least, holding in his laughter for as long as he could until a hand reached up to cover your mouth.

"Oh my god," you laughed to yourself, shrinking further into a ball and covering your face. "That was the funniest dream ever!"

"Yeah?" Jimin chuckled at your reaction. "What was it?"

Instead of responding, you turned onto your back and began to laugh again, deflating into a sigh and staring at the ceiling above you.

"Did I really just laugh out loud?"

"You did." Jimin couldn't help but chortle at the look of realization on your face, his shoulders bouncing with every laugh that bubbled out of him.

"I'm embarrassed now," you mumbled under your breath, shaking your head ever so slightly. "I didn't know I'd end up laughing in real life too."

"What was the dream about?"

You slammed a pillow right over your face.

"I'll tell you when I'm done being embarrassed."

Kim Taehyung:

"Aye," Taehyung whispered gently to get Yeontan to stay still in his arms. "Don't move bubba, I might hurt you."

Taehyung delicately held his paw within his grip, spreading his toes and applying some of the antiseptic cream onto the inflamed skin.

Both Yeontan and Taehyung turned towards the couch when your giggle floated towards them. Before Taehyung could react, Yeontan leaped out of his arms, running across towards you and standing up against the couch thinking you were awake and ready to play with him.

Taehyung soon followed, covering the short distance by crawling over and smiling fondly down at you who were holding the cushion against your chest, a light grin playing at your lips. Taehyung wanted to pull Yeontan back when he saw the little one attempting to jump on top of the couch and onto you, but when you began to laugh gently in your sleep, Taehyung paused and simply stared at you, thoroughly enamored.

Your eyes opened within a few seconds, jerking back in surprise when you spotted Yeontan not even a few inches away from your face. Taehyung began to laugh at your reaction, placing an assuring hand over your thigh when you jumped up.

"It's funny that I was dreaming about Yeontan and he was right there when I woke up," you murmured lazily, looking at Taehyung with a small grin. "Hi!"

"Hi, bubba." Taehyung touched the side of your face gently. "Had a good nap?"

"Oh, I did," you giggled, picking Yeontan up who just never seemed to get tired. "When did you get home?"

"About an hour ago."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" you pouted.

"I love watching you sleep," Taehyung smirked, squeezing your cheeks and giving you a little kiss. "You looked so cute laughing in your sleep. I bet you were dreaming about me."

"I just told you I was dreaming about Yeontan. He's more important to me," you teased.

"I'm going to pretend you never said that."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Oh shit," Jungkook gasped under his breath when another intense scene played on the TV, his eyes wide and focused, hands clenched into fists at the tension. "He's behind you, idiot!"

Jungkook briefly turned and placed a hand over your ear in fear that the sound of the TV would wake you up, frowning in concentration and looking back at the screen when the main character suddenly turned but the ghost disappeared.

Jungkook almost felt the hair on his arms stand when he heard a giggle, and he could've sworn it was from the TV, but soon the sound increased and your face began to shake lightly under his palm.

He looked down at you whose face was snuggled into his thigh, shoulders shaking a little and half of your lopsided grin on display. Your eyes opened not even a moment later, staring blankly at nothing before continuing to laugh at something you probably must've seen in your dream.

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grinned down at you when you turned to look at him. You waved sleepily, little giggles still pouring out of you.

"I had the funniest dream ever, I was laughing so much and I guess I woke up by my own laugh."

"Oh really?" Jungkook smiled, running his thumb along your eyebrow. "Wanna tell me about it?"

"No," you shook your head, kissing the inside of his palm before turning over and pulling another pillow closer to your chest.

"I want to finish that dream and see who gets the orange in the bucket."

"What?" Jungkook laughed in confusion, bending over and laying half of his body over yours. "What orange?"

"The ones near the apples, Jungkook," you mumbled stupidly as if the was the most obvious thing in the world. "You made them dance on those horses, no?"

"Sleep," Jungkook giggled, shaking his head and patting your back. "You're making no sense."

"No, you're holding them. Give them to me so that I can sleep."

"Okay, baby."

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[marquez-junky8920]

hello 🥂

please write something about marc and he’s new girlfriend and he takes her to her first race and ugh he would be so sweet.

thank u xx

Unforgettable

Today marked the first time that you are travelling with Marc to a race weekend! Not just race day, the entire weekend. Free practice, qualifying, race - the whole nine yards. He was more than excited to bring you along with him to introduce you to everyone on the grid and to everyone in his garage, but he was even more excited to describe to you how everything worked and show you around the scene of the paddock.

Currently, you were laying in the hotel bed in Jerez and just beginning to stir out of your slumber. Adjusting your eyes a little bit, you turned over to see Marc still dead asleep. He'd been so exhausted from all the travel lately, so he deserved some rest. Being out of the races for a vast majority of the last 2 years will do that to someone...

You let your eyes scan his face, admiring the way his long eyelashes seemed to flow like water on his cheeks, his wonderful, kissable lips parted just slightly, and the messy mop of hair on top of his head. Marc always woke up with the funniest bed head and it always served as your first reason to laugh every day.

Leaning forward a bit more, you places a feather light kiss to his lips and his cheeks, watching as he furrowed his brow a little bit and stirred in his sleep. You ran your delicate fingers through his hair to try and tame it but had no success.

'You have such a lion mane.' you giggled in a whisper. A smug smile painted his tired face.

'I'm a lion, babe. Lions can't be tamed.' he chuckled at the laugh you let out at his cheesy comment.

'I tamed this one pretty quickly though. Must've been luck.' you smirked, kissing at his chest before moving your way up to his neck. He was laying on his back with one hand above his head and the other resting at the small of your back, his eyes still closed. But even with his eyes closed, he could feel every single movement of your tongue on his neck and he took a moment to appreciate that you finally came with him on the road. He didn't have to sleep along this weekend and he wasn't one to complain...

'Mm... No I just think you're that good. And it helps that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Soon as I saw you at my hotel that one night, it was over.'

'Lion tamed?'

'Lion tamed.' he chuckled, squinting his chocolate brown eyes open and looking up at you like you hung the galaxy.

'I'm happy that you're here with me.' he whispered, playing with a strand of your long hair.

'I'm happy to be with you. I'm excited to see the ins and out of what my lovely lion does for a living.' you smiled an excited grin and he chuckled at your enthusiasm.

'I need to take a shower and then we can get dressed and go.' he said, groaning as he sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched for a moment. His neck was still a bit sore from the crash in Mandalika, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it was before.

'You need me to rub anything?' you asked, referring to any sore muscles, but of course Marc took that golden opportunity to smirk over his shoulder at you.

'I can think of one thing...'

'MARC! That's not what I meant. Get your mind out of the gutter.' you slapped his shoulder lightly and he laughed with you.

'No, I'm alright this morning. Thank you though.' he walked to your side of the bed and bent down to kiss you, holding his lips on yours for a few moments before walking to the bathroom to take a shower. In the meantime, you got ready for the day.

_____

Arriving at the track, you sort of let Marc take your hand and lead the way around the paddock. You'd never even been to a race before, much less behind the scenes of said race. Right now, he was introducing you to the riders as they passed in the paddock. First up was Jack.

'Is this the leading lady I've heard so much about?' he asked Marc with a smile on his face.

'Yes it is. She was finally able to come with me this time. This is Y/N.'

'Hello! It's very nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.' Jack said, shaking your hand.

'All good things, I hope.'

'Oh yes. He never shuts up about you, trust me.' he chuckled when Marc lifted his leg to kick him in the ass.

'Have fun this weekend and good luck mate!' Jack said, waving to you both as he walked away.

'Hey!' you heard a voice shout from behind you and jumped lightly. Turning around, you saw Julia and Alex running up to you.

'Hi boys!' you greeted, hugging them both before the hugged Marc.

'How's the paddock treating you so far?' Alex asked, hands in his pockets as you continued to walk.

'Good so far! I just met Jack a minute ago. I love all the hospitality areas. They're so beautiful.' you said, looking all around you at the different colors and just being amazed. A perk for Marc of you not really knowing much about his job was that he got to see the amazement on your face all the time. Having him be the one to show you all of these new things for the first time was very special to him because he got to see the initial reactions first hand and that was priceless to him.

'Yeah those are pretty great. The food is amazing.' Julia said. Just then, you heard a scooter coming up behind you and turned around to see Fabio.

'Hey mate! How are you?' he asked Marc, shaking his hand.

'Good! Excited for this weekend.'

'Are we having a family gathering today? I must've missed the memo.' he chuckled, looking at all of you.

'Well you know those two over there,' Marc jokingly brushed off his dad and brother, 'But this is my girlfriend. This is Y/N.' he said.

'It's very nice to meet you. Is this your first time at a race?' he asked, a friendly smile on his face.

'Yes, actually! I'm so excited to be here and see how everything works.' you said in a giddy voice.

'Ah well you're in for a treat! Good luck watching this one though. He's a rocket out there.' Fabio nudged Marc's shoulder as Marc laughed bashfully.

'Good luck man.' he said to Marc. 'It was nice to meet you! You should come to hospitality! They have the best chocolate cake you've ever tasted.'

You gasped and looked at Marc. 'Can we please go have cake?'

He shook his head and laughed at you. 'Yes, we can go have cake. C'mon.' he said, leading you to the Yamaha hospitality. Chocolate cake and nice people on the first day? Yes please...

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Waking up and getting ready for the first day of action, Marc was explaining to you how the free practice sessions work and you were just beginning to grasp the concept.

'Ohhhh so the combined times from FP1, FP2, and FP3 are used to determine who goes into what qualifying session?'

'Yes, exactly. The top 10 fastest riders go into Q2, and then the rest go into Q1. Now in Q1, whoever has the fastest and second fastest lap times will advance into Q2 and have a chance to sort of redeem themselves. Hopefully that's not me today.' he chuckled, putting on his cap and looking at your outfit for the day.

'Got it. That makes sense. Everything moves so fast though, so I may get lost.' you giggled.

'That's okay. My dad will be there to explain if you have any questions. Also, totally off topic but your ass looks fucking spectacular in those jeans.' he said, tilting his head to look behind you. You leaned over the counter to put some mascara on and saw his hand raise to slap your ass.

'Wait wait! Hold on a second.' you said, watching him stop dead in his tracks. He kept his hand lifted and just waited for your signal, a laugh falling from your lips at the position he froze in.

'Okay, you're good.' you giggled, squealing when he slapped it and took a rough hold of it.

'Mm... I have such a sexy woman.' he grunted, kissing your neck before walking out of the bathroom and grabbing his bag for the day.

Arriving at the circuit, you already heard the bikes running and gasped when you got out of the car.

'Holy shit! It's that loud all the way out here?' you said in disbelief.

'Oh baby, you don't know the half of it. C'mon.' he grabbed your hand and walked into the paddock with you. You were seeing all the other riders in their leathers and you were in awe of how the suits looked. Luckily, you got to watch Marc change into his in his bus...

'Care to zip me up?' he asked with a smirk on his lips. You purposely hovered your hand over his dick before grabbing the zipper and slowly pulling it up. You flipped the protective tab over it once you zipped it all the way and your eyes met Marc's.

'I love you.' he said, a toothy grin on his face.

'I love you too. Especially in these. I've seen pictures and those were hot but the real thing? Oh my god...' you lilted, watching your nimble fingers trace along the leather material that fit him snugly in all the right places.

'Yeah these are sexy until they pinch your balls when you sit on the bike.' he laughed, watching shock paint your face.

'Wait seriously?'

'Yeah. Happened to me just a few weeks ago.'

'How do you fix it?' you laughed.

'Uhh... You keep riding and hope God is working in your favor that day.' he laughed with you as you walked with him to his garage. On the way there, you put your hearing protection in and as soon as you walked into the garage, the mechanics were running the bike. Your jaw dropped at the noise and you looked at Marc who was chuckling at you.

'Pretty badass, huh?' he asked close to your ear so that you could hear him.

'Holy shit!' you squealed, watching the garage buzz with mechanics and his crew chiefs.

'Hey, can she sit on it for a second? I'll hold it.' Marc asked his mechanic and the mechanic nodded and stepped away. He grabbed your hand as he stood at the front of the bike to stabilize it and he watched you throw your leg over the bike. Your hands went to your mouth and your eyes were wide with excitement as you felt the rumble of the bike underneath you.

'Here, throttle it.' he pointed to the throttle and watched you look at him questioningly. 'Just hold it like this,' he said, bringing your hand to the handlebar, 'and then twist towards you.'

As soon as you twisted the throttle and heard the bike rev underneath you, you pursed your lips and looked at Marc.

'That's a pretty sound.' you said, a satisfied smile on your face as you throttled it again. Marc couldn't get enough of your excitement and happiness. It was contagious to the entire garage.

You got off the bike and watched Marc's mechanic come back to put the bike on the stand as they turned it off.

'Did you like it?' he asked as you sat next to him in his chair.

'That was incredible! My feet didn't even touch the ground. I'm so short.' you laughed, your eyes never leaving the bike sitting in front of you.

'I'm thinking your next life goal is going to be to learn how to ride a bike. Your face was like a kid on Christmas day.' he chuckled.

'I think you might be right honey.' you looked at him and laughed.

Alas, it was time for him to go out on the track. He had talked over some diagnostics and strategies with Santi before kissing you and putting on his helmet. Watching him put that bike between his legs, kick it into gear, and drive off was single handedly the sexiest thing you've ever seen him do. The control he had over that bike was just undeniable and unbelievably sexy.

As the day went on, Marc would come back to the garage and talk with his mechanics for a few moments before going right back out. You didn't want to interfere with his focus, so you just kind of stood to the side and watched him in his element. He truly was passionate about this sport. The way he talked and the way he acted around his team was enough to prove that to anyone, no matter if they knew anything about the sport.

He had come back in to the garage for the day and took his helmet off before talking to Santi again. You were sat next to his chair, so you were sort of in the middle of their conversation, but you had no intention of going anywhere after Marc grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours. After they wrapped up their conversation, he looked at you and smiled.

'What'd you think?'

'This is incredible. I can't believe that I'm here right now.' you said, still in disbelief of where you were.

'I'm glad you're having fun so far baby.'

'Also, you're through to Q2! Congratulations.' you said to him, a wide smile on your face. 'I'm proud of you.'

'Thank you princess. We'll see how the rest of the weekend goes.' he kissed your lips and got up to walk out of the garage with you for the day.

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Qualifying decided that Marc was starting from 5th place on the grid. It was race day and you couldn't be more excited. You were currently on your way out to the grid to wait for the riders to finish their sighting lap. As you saw them round the last corner, that sight was incredible. Watching all of the different color bikes and dark visors coming your way was both ominous and exhilirating. But the only one you cared about was the Repsol bike painted in 93. His bike was put on the stand at his starting place and you stood there next to him and just watched the grid buzz with life. Last minute tire changed, pep talks, and the fans going crazy already after not being in the stands for 2 years. What an atmosphere for your first race.

The 30 second timer went off and it was time for you to leave the grid.

'Good luck baby. I love you.' you said to Marc, watching him wink at you before he snapped his visor shut. You stood with your chin resting against the pit wall and listened to the sounds of all of the engines start. 24 high performance bikes starting all at once was impressive enough, but when they revved their engines to start the race, that was where you jumped up and down in pure excitement. You could feel the rattling in your chest and in the ground beneath your feet. You could smell the racing fuel, and it was a smell that you'd become quite comfortable with as this weekend drew on.

In no time, they'd made a full lap and you watched as they screamed towards you, your hair blowing with the wind that they moved. Watching Marc come out of that last corner and duck down below his wind screen was incredible to see. There was so much more to this process than just racing. There was the team, the hospitality, the atmosphere, and the support. When things didn't go as planned, the support was incredible and that is was made this sport so incredible to you. It was almost a feeling of a big, diversified family. When one man was down, all other 23 teams came back around to support him.

You watched the screen intently in Marc's garage as he overtook Jack. Your heart jumped in your throat when you saw him almost crash, but you sighed in some relief when he recovered. Aleix overtook him, but at this point, all you cared about was that Marc didn't crash. As the race finished, you watched parc ferme fill up with the three teams on the podium and saw Marc's unmistakable number 93 roll back into pitlane. You and the entire team were there to cheer for him. 4th place was a huge deal, given how his last visit here in 2020 ended.

'I'm so proud of you!' you squealed, listening to him groan when you tackled him into a much needed hug. He held you tightly against him and you opened the visor on his helmet so you could see his expressive eyes. If happy had a personification, it would be Marc's eyes right now.

'I love you baby.'

'I love you too Marc. This has been an unforgettable weekend. Thank you.' you said, watching him put you down on the ground so that he could take off his helmet. He grabbed your face and brought you into a searing kiss, his entire garage cheering for him as you giggled. He pumped his arm in the air a few times as they chanted for him and you looked around, still in awe of this weekend. You considered yourself quite a lucky woman.

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You've Already Got Me || Oikawa Tooru

You become jealous when you see your friend, Oikawa cracking jokes with a girl at the volleyball court. Upset, you storm back to your house and when Oikawa comes over to your place, he finds you curled up in your bed. When he finds out what's bothering you, he has a good idea of what could cheer you up.

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~ NSFW 18+

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You were on your way to visit Oikawa one night when you saw something that made your stomach twist in knots. You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him cracking jokes and laughing with a girl on the volleyball court. A frown was quick to mar your features as you watched from a far distance. You didn't know why you bothered watching the way the young woman's dimples peeked through at the corners of her mouth or the way his grin widened as he made her giggle.

Whatever the next thing he said must have been the funniest joke ever told because she was laughing so much that she was nearly breathless, and she reached over to throw her hand down on his shoulder as she did. That was it.

Your heart throbbed heavily in your chest upon the sight and you lingered for a moment too long before you walked off, eyes still focused on them even as you left the scene until they were completely out of sight. You quickly found yourself running back home so you could suffer in silence about what you just witnessed, wanting nothing more than to crawl up under the comfort of your blanket and hide there until this feeling went away.

You two were just friends, he wasn't even yours, so you didn't have a right to be envious of the girl he was merely conversing with, but it still hurt, a lot more than you wish it did. As you made your way to your house, your feet didn't stop its rapid movements even for a second, you were too concentrated on hiding from the rest of the world so no one could see you like this, all crumpled up and frail.

When you made it to the safe cradle of your bed, you scrambled on it until you reached for the blanket and flung it over your entire body. You heaved a deep sigh, blinking away the tears that threatened to come pouring out but you wouldn't allow them because you didn't want to feel more pathetic than you already did. You rolled on your side, trying to erase the image of them together in your mind but to no avail, they still kept popping up every time you attempted to distract yourself with any other thoughts. You didn't think that Oikawa, the one you had been yearning for as long as you could remember, would ever want you when he could likely have any girl he wanted. That idea made you think up every single one of your insecurities and the next thing you knew, you were making a list of all the things you didn't like about yourself.

You hugged the blanket closer to yourself, wanting nothing more than to nap the day away so you wouldn't have to think about this for a second longer. You remained there on the bed, completely restless, and shifted around in an attempt to find a comfortable position but that didn't seem to work out so well. You whined in defeat and that was when there was a loud tap on your door.

You pulled the blanket off enough so that it only reached under your chin before you called out, "Come in!"

The door opened instantly at that and then came in Oikawa, a wide smile on his face as he peeked his head in to look at you, but you didn't return it, instead you faced the wall and uttered a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey right back to you," he replied with a low chuckle. "You don't mind if I just left myself in right?" he asked, but by the time he did, he was already inside of your room.

"Sure, you're here already," you mumbled under your breath and continued to gaze at the wall in front of you, not even glancing his way.

"Okay," he drawled, chuckling and finding this uncomfortable situation to be humorous nonetheless. He perched himself at the end of your bed, his body near your feet. "What did I do this time?" he questioned, a smug smirk turning the corners of his mouth.

"I was about to take a nap but obviously you're here and rudely interrupted that," you said matter-of-factly, and he snorted, leaning forward and his hand reached to grab your chin, pulling it forward so that your eyes met his.

"Why the sass?" he asked as he quirked an eyebrow. "You on the rag or something? You don't have to hide that from me," he laughed as his crinkled eyes locked on yours, and it made your heart thump loudly in your chest, making you forget for a second why you were so upset in the first place. You merely shook your head, wondering how long it would be until he figured it out. He was clever, and he always knew when something was bothering you and what exactly it was without you even having to say it. You two were just that close, and that was one of the many reasons why you didn't want to admit what was wrong.

"I don't really want to talk about it," you muttered, and he allowed your chin to drop, his fingers slipping away and returning to his side.

"C'mon, don't leave me in the dark here, Y/N, you know I don't really like it here, not unless you're there," he teased, poking at your shoulder to see how you would react and you merely looked down at the bed sheets just to avoid his stare.

"I said I don't want to talk about it," you repeated in a murmur, eyes drifting shut for a moment and then that image you were trying to desperately push away, returned yet again.

"Didn't see you today, I thought that was kind of strange," he shrugged before he reached his hand out to stroke the curve of your shoulder, fingers pressing against the skin, and it made heat spread across your cheeks almost immediately in response, wishing that the simplest of touches coming from him didn't have such an effect on you.

"Didn't feel like coming over I guess," you told him before you uttered a long sigh.

"Well you're gonna have to talk to me, sooner or later, because I'm not going anywhere, so don't even try to kick me out," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and he pressed his chin to the length of your arm, looking down at your face with a wide smile stretched across his.

"I just saw something today that made me feel really pathetic, okay? Happy now?" you blurted out, hoping he would drop it but knowing full well that he wouldn't, especially after hearing that. He lifted his head up from your arm, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"What are you not telling me?" he asked, eyes narrowed as he pulled your chin back to him again so that you would look him in the eye when you spoke. "You can tell me anything you know that," he promised, a chuckle spilling from his lips because he found this situation to be amusing. "And if you don't speak up, we'll be here all day, until I figure it out, of course."

"I just feel like I'm not all that great," you admitted without giving it much thought, your mouth moving before your brain could catch up, "there's nothing special about me, and when I saw you talking to that girl-"

He cut you off the second he heard the last word, and then he was able to piece it all together why you were behaving this way. "Wait, are you jealous?" he questioned, bursting out in laughter.

"What? I-"

"You're jealous," he interrupted you again and chuckled loudly like it was the funniest thing. He quickly added, "Of that girl, huh? The one I was talking to earlier, which I'm assuming you saw," he continued laughing after he finished.

You were not very fond of being teased, especially about something like this, that involved your insecurities but he never took anything seriously so you shouldn't be surprised. "She's really pretty, and she probably likes you," you said meekly, finding it difficult to hold anything back now that he knew.

"Don't have an interest in her, not even a little. Y/N, you don't have to compete with anyone, or get all misty on me about how you think I'm going to propose to her," he jested, still snickering about it, and then he crawled over to the left side of your bed so he was in your sights which made your heart catch in your throat that he was this close, that if he just moved an inch his body would be against yours.

"But are you sure? She seemed to be really enjoying your company, and you clearly enjoy hers," you replied as he scooted closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours which made it a little difficult to speak but you still managed. You stared back, finding it all too easy to get lost in those deep, piercing eyes of his.

"She's just an acquaintance, nothing more," he told you, smirk widening as he noticed the look of relief spread across your features and the small smile that joined it. "I only got eyes for you, babe, no one else, and you're seriously another level of stupid if you didn't know that already," he taunted, and your eyes fixated on him, your heart speeding up at such a frantic pace you were almost sure he could hear it being this close.

"Oh," you paused for a long moment before you added in a bashful tone, "you really feel that way?"

"Yes, I got a thing for girls who are stupid like you," he teased in a playful tone so you knew he was joking but you still felt really stupid just like he said. He liked you, he really did, it was real, you had nothing to worry about. What a relief that was. "You're beautiful, and so much more fun. You don't ever have to compete with another person on this earth when you're that cute," he said and pressed his finger against the tip of your nose, accentuating his point by the way your nose scrunched up immediately at the gesture which made him laugh. "And just for the sake of being cheesy, you take my breath away," he added with a smug smile.

"Tooru," you breathed, unable to find the right words or any words in general besides his name. There was a short silence between you two after the laughing ceased, which made you feel like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest, skin prickling with the anticipation of what was going to happen next.

"Why don't I show you exactly what I mean huh?" he suggested. You were all for that.

You kissed him then, before he was able to make the first move. Your hand reached behind his head and your fingers tightened in his hair to press his lips firmly against yours. A faint noise escaped the back of your throat that sounded rather pleased, and just like that you were lost in the moment. Love and desire and the desperate need you had for him overtook you and he gently grasped the back of your neck in order to take control of the kiss. It was oh-so reassuring of any concerns that you had left about what he felt for you.

Holding each other close, you both continued to kiss each other deeply. You matched his passion just as strongly and even fought with him for dominance at one point, catching his bottom lip ever so slightly between your teeth. The mixture of pleasure and that little bit of pain was enough to cause him to nearly lose all sense of control, and he let out a deep groan as he laid you back further on the bed, breaking the kiss then.

"Why do you have to be so fucking cute?" he said with a low chuckle as he made his way on top of your body, the heat of his pressed against your own, making you shudder at the much needed contact. Surely this must be part of a dream. You let yourself sink back into it only to be pulled out again when his lips sought and found yours.

His tongue explored the shape of your lips, seeking entry. You relaxed your mouth, shivering as his questing tongue slid in and met the tip of his. The kiss burned against your lips, banishing all thoughts of a dream. You returned it, intensifying the pressure, nipping at the tip of his tongue. Your hand slipped to the back of his head, winding your fingers into the silk of his hair, holding his lips fiercely against yours.

He parted from your lips only to say, "You're the prettiest girl, you know that? You fucking drive me crazy."

Your lips captured his lower lip and drew it between your teeth. You nibbled it gently and then released it to whisper a simple, "Thank you."

His laugh thundered through his chest before his lips claimed yours once more, harder this time, clamping down to steal the very breath from your lungs. You dug your fingers into his thick hair, pulling his mouth down even harder, making the soft skin of your lips tingle and redden. His tongue thrust deep into your mouth and yours was quick to meet his, licking him back, tasting him, savoring him.

He groaned deep in his chest, and the sound sent chills down your spine. You responded in kind, tiny moans escaping your throat with every breath, urging him on, building his heat even higher, as well as yours.

"I need to feel you, I can't take it," he said, both hands holding the hem of your shirt, awaiting for you to nod your head to grant him permission which you quickly did when he didn't proceed further, and he tossed it over your head so that your silky black bra came into view. He took a moment to ogle the way the bra clung to your skin before he unclasped it from behind, setting your skin free and revealing your breasts to him completely. You felt exposed but you found that you quickly didn't mind with the way he was looking at you.

"Fuck, these are my favorite boobs by far, they're so perky," he said almost breathlessly, which instantly brought a smile on your face, a soft laugh spilling through your lips. He slipped his shirt off next, tossing it to the side, and he emitted a low groan when your hard nipples pressed against the skin of his chest.

He slid his hand down to cup your breast, his strong fingers were gentle on your nipple and then firmer, stroking and squeezing, pulling as you arched up against him with soft noises of approval.

"Your body is perfect, you're perfect, fuck," he praised as his hand moved to stroke your chest, curling his fingers to allow his nails to gently scrape a trail downward, teasing the nerves and making your nipples rise hard and aching. He found one and pinched it between his fingers, sending little shocks of pleasure coursing through your body. He teased and turned it almost to the point of pain, but backing off to squeeze gently and then abandon it to explore the soft, delicate curves of your breasts. He briefly slid them back down to rid you of your rucked up skirt, nearly ripping it off of you in his impatience. Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties only to bring them down with your skirt, tugging them both off in one motion. He gave himself a moment to drink in the sight of you, how your flesh was already glistening and slick just for him, only for him, and the look of pure, unadulterated lust in his face suggested that it took everything in him not to take you right then and there.

"No one compares to you, so don't you forget it," he whispered hoarsely, and you nodded your head, still speechless and surprised that your jealousy led to this, looks like it was good for something. You were so desperate to explore tonight with him because of how powerful and dominating he was in his arousal.

"Tooru, you sure know how to make a girl blush," you told him in a soft murmur, your cheeks heating up and it spread across your whole face.

He kissed you hard, teeth scraping your lips, nose bumping into yours with the intensity and impatience of it, a strand of his hair sweeping across your sensitive skin. He shifted until he was leaning over you, pinning you, demanding that you finish what you had started.

His mouth trailed down your neck, kissing, licking, biting gently and just to the point of pain. You arched back, giving him access, moaning as his mouth fastened on the tender skin at the base of your throat. He nipped and sucked hard, torturing your flesh with his teeth, leaving light bruises that would mark you as his.

"The things you fucking do to me," he drawled, trailing off before he continued, "there's not a thing I wouldn't do for you, fuck, I'd do anything just to keep you here with me like this."

You were feeling particularly bold at his words so you reached your hand out, fingernails scrapping teasingly across his nipple and then began a slow and tortuous journey downward. His stomach was tight with sheaths of muscles yet smooth to your questing fingers. It rippled beneath your hand, pleasantly responding to your touch. You traced the muscles, appreciating their definition, and he purred at your ministrations, encouraging you.

"I just fucking love how flushed your body looks right now, makes you look even cuter," he murmured, his gruff voice making sparks go off in your veins. You could listen to him talk all day.

He continued the tiny kisses and licks and paused to suck at your burning skin. He was rock hard in his pants yet whisper soft with you, a living oxymoron and it was driving you mad. He was slow with you, only because he wanted to take the time to appreciate your body. You expected to be taken again and again, only to have him continue to tease you with his mouth. Your nipples were so hard they were painful by the time he finally reached and claimed one between his lips.

"You taste so fucking good, we have got so much lost time to make up for," he chuckled against your skin, and it vibrated around your nipple, making you arch up in response. He sucked softly at first and then harder, scraping the engorged flesh with sharp white teeth. You pressed up against him, urging him to continue, your voice in a whisper and raw with whimpers of desire.

Your arms slid around him, pressing and pulling, stroking the skin at his back before sliding your hands down his sides, caressing and marveling at his beautiful body. You slipped your hand down between where your bodies joined to pop the button to his pants open and then tugged the zipper down. You shoved his pants down along with his boxers as far as they could go, but thankfully he kicked them off for you as his mouth created such a searing suction around your nipple. You loved touching him, loved touching his smooth muscles covered by warm skin that felt silken under your fingers. You reveled in the hair on his chest, the delicacy of his back and the curve at the base of his spine that separated flaring upward and rounding into perfection. When you skimmed your fingernails along the line of his ass he tensed and his teeth pinched your nipple more firmly, both of you shivering with the sensation.

"Shit," he pulled away momentarily to curse under his ragged breath, "you drive me mad, Y/N, you're the only one for me, you got that? Only you," he admitted, and you nodded your head frantically, making him smile widely because of the mere effect he had on you. He shifted his attentions to your other nipple, gifting it with the same slow, loving affection as he had the first one. You wanted to pull his mouth away and haul him up until he was in position so that you could arch up and take him within. You ached for him, feeling hollow and empty, your inner walls clenching, needing, only to be tortured by tongue and lips that were in no hurry to abandon you.

His hands held you, turning you easily so that he had access, caressing and teasing, skimming your burning skin as low as your waist only to maddeningly stop and slide upward again. His palms felt soft against your skin as he stroked first firmly and then almost to a tickle before grasping you and lifting you to turn you for better access to your breast. He continued to suckle one while his entire hand encompassed the other, the way his long fingers toyed with the delicate mound sent a hot wave of electricity straight down to your core.

Your breath came and went in a soft moan that never quite stopped. You were beyond speech. You wished that it didn't have to take an interaction with another girl and your jealousy to lead to this, but it all worked out in the end and you weren't one to complain when his mouth was watering at the mere sight of you before him. Your moans rose in volume when his lips abandoned your nipple to slide downward over your rib cage then to the narrows of your waist.

"You look even more beautiful when you're wrecked baby, who knew," he whispered to you in a coo. His face was upraised to you, hair hanging in tangles that moved with him, pulling forth even more sensation from your skin.

"You're such a tease," you replied with a soft giggle shortly after the words came out, and it drew one from him right after. He bent his head down to place a soft kiss to your navel, his hot breath covering the skin there. You slid your fingers deep into his hair, tugging gently which certainly caught his attention. "Please take me, Tooru, I need you."

He chuckled, the rumble of it quaking against your body. "Oh believe me, I will, but you've got to be patient," he told you with a smirk stretched across his face, "I'm not sure you believe you're as beautiful as I say you are, so allow me to continue demonstrating," he crooned, and you looked back at him with a weak smile. He was right, and if you both waited, it would make tonight last longer and that was exactly what you knew you wanted deep down despite your need to be filled in that empty space between your legs.

"Okay," you breathed out softly in answer.

His lips descended again and you could feel his smug smile against your skin. He licked and sucked at the skin of your stomach, his hand moving down your thigh and sliding it below to find the tender place behind your knee. You bent your leg to give him better access and he slowly drew his fingers upward, tracing the muscles along the inside of your thigh. He brushed his hand there slowly before he descended your other leg. You whimpered in protest as his fingers passed the center of you without more than a feather-light touch against the hot flesh there.

He squeezed the inside of your thigh, pulling at the flesh, marveling at the way your leg moved instinctively to give him more room. His lips trailed down over your stomach to pause at the softness there. He could feel the hard abdominal muscles tensing, but they were padded by delicate skin. He rested his head on your stomach for a moment to appreciate the way it went taut, and then his lips to your skin started the fire anew.

You could barely reach him as he slid further down your body. You twined your fingers into his hair and let the strands run through your fingers. His hair splayed out over your skin, moving like silk when he turned his head, it was warm and soft and sent delicious tingles throughout your every nerve. The brown locks caught the blue of the night outside and reflected it back, shimmering across his whole body. The breeze coming from your window soothed your hot skin, slipping over your hard nipples like a silken kiss.

He looked up at you, his brown eyes darkened with lust. You gazed at him, caught in the moment, there was no one else in the world but you two. The wind howled outside, but here there was only heat and lust and pleasure. He held your gaze for a moment longer, continuing to drink in the sight of you, half hidden in shadow, bathed in moonlight. He wanted to remember the way you looked forever.

"More," you whispered, "make me yours."

The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. His voice was hoarse, yet that playful tone still remained. "You already are, and you always will be. That's a promise I intend on keeping," he assured with a deep purr.

You smiled softly at that, cheeks flushing even more so after hearing the promise in his voice and seeing the smile on his face. He kissed your stomach again and then started to slide lower. He was pinning one leg beneath him, but the other, the one he had been squeezing, bent and pushed your hips upward, begging him for what you hoped was to come. He stopped to nuzzle the velvet-soft line underneath your stomach before he traveled further down. Eagerly, he bent down until his lips met your sex. He sucked the flesh and laved it with his tongue, moving and exploring around to appreciate your flavor, pressing his chin into you as he tasted the hot skin.

Slowly, tortuously, he moved even lower, pausing when he came to the center of you. You were open, moist, begging for his attention. He bent down further and kissed you reverently; inhaling the intoxicating scent you exuded. It surrounded him, swirling in a dance to delight the senses. He lifted a little so that he could see you, waiting for him. Your sex sparkled with tiny beads of moisture that caught the moonlight, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to dive right in.

"You've got such a pretty pussy baby, just like I knew you would," he said with a hum, "fuck, how is it possible to be this irresistible," he murmured more to himself than to you.

When his tongue touched you and then slid over the swollen nub in one sudden motion, you arched up crying out with need, giving yourself up to pleasure and every single brush of his talented tongue. He felt your muscles ripple beneath his hands, and he continued to pepper kisses along the moist skin. His chin and nose pressed against you as the softness of his lips teased you. He licked tentatively, exploring, feeling out what you liked and where you were the most sensitive. He glided his tongue around with maddening slowness, completely unhurried and allowing himself to become familiar with your taste.

Your back arched up higher while he mapped you, and your fingers grasped reflexively at his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you attempted to bring him closer even though he was a close as could be. When he learned what he needed to know, he delved into you, thrusting deeply with his tongue. He prodded and licked and nipped so gently that you shuddered and pressed upward, demanding more, firmer, deeper. He gave it to you. He licked with long strokes, stripes of his saliva drizzling down to your entrance.

You cried out and felt him smile against you, lips curling from all the sounds that endlessly spilled from your lips. He looked up at you, moisture beads twinkling on his lips, dark eyes black with feral lust. He held your eyes for a long moment, committing your expression and responding smile to memory. He knew that you wouldn't ever look as beautiful as you did now.

He slid his hand up the inside of your thigh, his fingers brushing against your opening gently, teasingly. When he had gathered enough of your juices, he slipped a finger into you and then another as you moaned out his name, opening yourself for him. He went deep, stretching the tender tissue and scissoring them around to coat your wetness all over his fingers. He pushed and pushed, sending ripples of pleasure up your abdomen. Then he stopped and went in quest of his prize.

He found it knuckle-deep on the top surface, a fragile sponge of nerve endings. When he curled his fingers, you cried out, yanking his hair painfully tight in your passion. He fought against the pull, gluing his lips to yours, licking hard and fast as he worked on you. You gave one lunge upward and climaxed with a moan of his name, gasping as the pleasure swirled around you and then concentrated on the center of your being. As you relaxed he eased up to touches and kisses that didn't over stimulate. You took great sobbing breaths and reached down to pet the hair you had pulled.

"Fuck, I need you, I need you, I need you," he breathed out, his tone like gravel, and it almost sounded like he was confessing his love for you, but maybe it was just your imagination or what you thought you heard.

In an instant he moved back down, kissing softly before rubbing with the tip of his tongue. He licked and tickled and slid well moistened fingers into you to bring back the heat, teasing you for only a couple of moments, making sure you were nice and ready for him. When your fingers started to tug at his hair again, he moved upward, sliding his body along yours, pinning you with his superior weight.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby, exactly how you deserve it," he told you around an indrawn hiss. He kissed you and you leaned into it, your tongue meeting his, flicking the moisture from his lips. You tasted yourself, slick and soft and salty. The warmth of your own aroma filling the room. His hair spilled across your face, cocooning you into a kiss that drew the very breath from your lungs. When your breath was sobbing in your throat he released you and moved back down your body, his erection trailing fire as it traced along the line of your belly down lower.

"Please give it to me, Tooru, please, I need it," you begged, your voice completely and utterly breathless.

"Oh I'm going to give it to you alright," he purred low in his throat. You lifted up and he positioned himself. He held himself and stroked upwards, pulling the foreskin back and running the sensitive head along the wet, soft bloom of you, rolling your clit around in slow, circles before he slipped downwards and pressed at your opening. You thrust upward, seeking to capture him. He teased you once, twice, and then thrust forward as you pushed against him.

Thick and long, he slid deep into you, grunting with pleasure as your hot inner walls clenched around him immediately. It was almost enough to drive him over the edge, but he paused, and regained control. He took a deep breath and thrust hard into you after he gave himself a moment. You felt spread and stretched because of his size, but you absolutely loved the sting as he sunk into your slick passage. Spurred on even more, you lifted one leg slightly to give him better access.

He moved slightly and put a strong hand under your thigh, helping to hold your leg up. It sent his cock into you at a better angle, allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside of you. The burst of pleasure you felt was like an electric shock. You started pushing down, wiggling your hips to press into him harder. He obliged you, sliding deep into you only to withdraw almost completely and then rolled forward again. You rose to meet him, surging forward like the tide, surrounding him, completely relentless in your pace.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, I can't fucking get enough of it," he hissed out, breath growing more ragged by the second. You pushed upward as he thrust, withdrawing as he pulled out. You found his rhythm and matched it, mimicking him as close as possible. Your muscles gripped him tighter, refusing to ever let him go as you both rolled together. As your passion rose higher he accompanied you.

It was a dance and he both led and followed. He thrust and churned, within you, his lips scorching over the flesh on your chest and breasts, alternately sucking and gasping as he found and gave pleasure. He twisted more, lifting your leg higher and rammed himself deeper into you, searing your inner walls with demanding movements of his hips. Your motions grew more desperate, more ragged as you both neared climax. He shut his eyes tight, doing his best to hold on even as his body threatened to tip over the edge.

As you felt your orgasm approaching, he changed to rhythmic thrusting that rocked you with a steady beat. There was nothing in the universe but the two of you and the stars that looked down unmoved by your heated desire. Your eyes dilated with lust, and you were blind to everything except both of your pleasure. You were faintly aware that he was there whispering sweet nothings in your ears as he slammed his hips into you harder, faster, it was everything you needed. You reached your orgasm first, arching so high and hard that you lifted him up, your inner walls clenching and milking him, your pleasure sending him crashing into his own climax.

He cursed low and deep, his words rumbling in his chest as he rammed forward again and again, filling you. He froze, shivers chasing each other up and down his spine as his body pumped into you. The aftershocks made him jerk inside you, bringing forth soft moans of completion and pleasure. He was completely spent as you were. His muscles had gone slack with satiation and he rolled to the opposite side of you as he stared at you with heavily lidded eyes, panting hard as he laid a hand over his chest. You laid there for a long moment, attempting to get your breathing under control and just soaking up what just occurred before you finally turned to look at him with a weak smile on your face.

"Feeling better now?" he asked, still out of breath, a long smirk playing on his lips.

"Mhmm," you told him and rested your head on his bare chest. He stroked your hair with his hand, toying with the strands as he let out a sigh of contentment. One of his arms securely wrapped around your waist, and your legs were tangled together, the slight chill in the air was no match for your shared body heat. You made a pleased little noise as you nuzzled closer to the warmth of his chest.

"You don't need to worry about a thing, Y/N, you've already got me," he reassured with a small chuckle. "I didn't know you could be so cute when you were jealous though, it's a good look for you," he teased, and you let out a puff, feeling your cheeks light up with embarrassment.

"That wasn't cute, stop it, meanie," you moved back slightly to nudge him in the chest with your elbow, and he laughed at that. You leaned in to press a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, silently thanking him for tonight. You reached out to grab his hand and he took yours in an instant, entwining your fingers together in a tight lock. He lifted your hand up to place a quick kiss upon it before he dropped it back down.

"Thank you," you whispered as you looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I should be the one thanking you for that orgasm, and for letting me fuck you, you felt fucking amazing," he said with a low, possessive growl as he yanked you closer, making you emit a loud giggle from the affectionate gesture.

You didn't have anything to worry about, like he said, he was yours, and now you couldn't even remember why you were jealous in the first place as you snuggled up to him and fell asleep listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

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[himitsu-luna]

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*ﾟ—☆ Nct 127 reaction to ice skating for the first time with their s/o *⋆

❉ Taeil

Taeil is super excited, even though he doesn't show it. He is always up to do anything with his s/o, and ice skating sounds so much fun.

But as soon as you two step on the icerink, he realizes there's a little problem in all of this: actually, neither of you know how to properly skate yet.

He wants to give you a security sense though, so he stands firmly on the ice, and his brain starts working. After skating a bit, he finds the perfect balance and learns how the dynamics on ice work.

He now perfectly and smoothly leads you by your waist with one of his hands.

He says you're doing great a million of times

When you two are already skating much better than when you entered the rink, he lets his hand go from your waist and gets away from you a little bit. You wonder why, but soon you give a big laugh, looking at him making a full heart at you with his arms, right in the middle of the rink, not ashamed of showing his love for you to everyone.

❉ Johnny

Johnny waited for this moment since you started dating. It's one of the topics of what he calls "The infinite list of things I want to do with Y/N"

But you arrive the rink, and he decides he wants to play with you a bit.

At first he pretends he doesn't know how to skate. And there you go, teaching him what you know, while supporting his giant heavy body

He pretends he is falling, making you squeal. But he doesn't make It to the ground. Instead, he straights his body and graciously skates around you, laughing, making you realize it was all a joke

You don't know if you want to yell at him or laugh at his mischivious yet cute smiling face

He surprises you even more, when he lifts you from the ice and twirl around with you in his arms.

When he puts you down, he gives you a little peck on the lips. You're blush not only because of the sudden kiss, but also because now everyone in the rink is looking at you

❉ Taeyong

Taeyong gets super excited because he knows you're also super excited

He would have everything prepared: extra coats, his camera (because he definitely will record you skating), maybe some medicament in case you two fall too much, his money, so he can take you to a cozy café after spending the day skating

You start skating holding hands. He wants to be sure you won't fall. After he sees you're really good at skating, he lets your hands go.

He really admires you, and he is impressed by how well you skate. He feels so warm and happy, because he is getting to know a new thing about you.

There's music playing, and he can't contain himself. You see him pulling some dance moves in the rink, and you laugh at how excited and cute he is.

He grabs your hands so you can dance together. You twirl around, roam the entire rink, and even if there's dozens of people around you, you're in your own universe, completely lost in happy and soft feelings

❉ Yuta

Yuta gets genuinely happy and opens his famous healing smile when he sees you all excited on your way to the icerink

He takes sooo much care of you. He makes sure your skates are firmly tied and that you're with lots of layers of warm clothes

He is attentive to the surroundings and watches the people who are skating around you, because he fears someone bump into you and you end up hurt.

He pulls you to him everytime someone gets too close, and when he does that, he doesn't lose the opportunity to steal a little kiss from you.

But he also enjoys your time together so much. He makes you laugh, plays with you, he wants to race with you. You feel your connection growing even more just by sharing this new moment together.

At the end of the date, he says he definitely want to do this with you until you get old, and you can't help feeling delighted by the thought of a whole life beside him.

❉ Doyoung

Doyoung looked forward your ice skating dating since the day you proposed it to him. He knows you're recently getting into ice skating, so he is excited

He wants everything to go smooth and perfect, so he even researches some cool techniques to use in the rink and impress you

At the rink, he skates a little bit while you're getting ready, to make sure he will do everything correctly

He rushes to you when he sees you entering the rink, and helps you until you get used to the slippery ice

Them he excitedly shows you everything he learned, his gummy smile never leaving his face

You tell him you're impressed by how much he knows, and he shyly confesses he made an extra effort to learn everything, because he knew you really liked skating and that it was important to you

You get very touched by his consideration, and give him a big hug. He gets startled yet happy, and doesn't hesitate in returning the hug, 100x warmer

❉ Jaehyun

Jaehyun's romantic side is activeated

He loves the idea of reenact these cute movie scenes he watched, in which the couples are all lovey dovey skating on ice

You enter the rink, and he can't stop smiling shyly, lost a bit in his own romantic fantasy

At first he doesn't speak much, but firmly holds your hand, while you two skate around the whole ring

Then you talk about a lot of things while skating: about your days, about life, about love. He also tells you some cute infame jokes from time to time, and he gets really proud of himself when he sees he can make you laugh so easily

At some point, he stops and puts himself in front of you. You look curious at him, as he adjusts the long scarf you have around your neck. You don't realize that he is slowly pulling you closer to him, until your faces are very close and you feel his lips on yours.

You're still flustered with this sudden cute action, as he grabs your hands and you start moving again, his dimples showing on the sides of his face.

❉ Winwin

Winwin and you step on the ring holding hands. Winwin conducts you through your waist, giving you some stability and a comforting touch

You tell him you want to try to skate by yourself, and he lets your hand go

He cannot stop smiling looking at you having fun. He is taking his time to engrave this sweet memory into his mind

His elegant figure sliding gracefully on the ice grabs the attention of everyone around him

But Winwin doesn't realize all the eyes on him. All he can see is you, only you, smiling cutely at him, all proud of your skating ability

For a second you turn your back to him, and when you turn around to face him again, you see him extending his arms in your direction, inviting you for a hug

You quickly go to him, landing onto his warm embrace, as he compliments you on how good at skating you are, and gives you a peck on your forehead.

❉ Jungwoo

The funniest and heartwarming date ever

Jungwoo enters the rink first, and starts to play immediately

Jungwoo is like "Look, look y/n!! Look at what I can do! Try to do it too! Try it!!", smiling widely at you

He is all cute and playful like a puppy, but you need to ask him to calm down, because he is so hyped up that you fear he can stumble and fall

He dares you to come and try to catch him, and you accept the challenge right away. You go to him, but he is faster than you. He dodges you and, you don't know how, he gets behind you.

You feel his arms wrapping around you, and he giving you a quick peck on the cheek

He calms down a bit after this, and just calmly enjoy your time together, talking and laughing while skating.

❉ Mark

The first thing you notice when you start skating is that Mark is really good at it, much better than you, you need to admit.

But you don't know he is actually thinking the same about you. He looks at you with proud eyes, complimenting you nonstop, and encouraging you to show everything you know

Feels like squishing you into a hug everytime you show him a trick, or when you cling on him trying to be more stable

Looking fondly at you, he casually says he really wants to take you to skate with his family and friends, and he doesn't realize how much this sentence makes you blush

He eventually gets distracted, stumbles on his own feet, grabs you and you end up falling together.

He is super worried, says sorry a billion of times, but gets relieved when but you start laughing, still laying on the ice. He starts giggling like crazy too, and you stay like this for a while. You stop laughing when he bends over you and steal a kiss from you, standing up quickly, smiling amazed by his own courage of doing that.

❉ Haechan

Haechan loves to see you all happy. It's the cutest thing ever to him

You expect him to tease you everytime you slip weirdly on the ice, but Haechan acts sweeter than normal

Everytime you stumble, he gets the opportunity to hold you tightly and say you're cute.

He does say things like "What would become of you without me?", but you don't even have time to reply, because he immediately say afterwards "Don't worry, I'll always be here by your side", getting you flustered and speechless

He genuinely takes care of you, and never lets you go. You skate with your arms linked for a long time, just enjoying the presence of each other

He thinks of how either chaotic and calm moments are so enjoyable when he lives them with you, and how you accept every side of him, as he brings your hand up so he can kiss it sweetly.

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❥ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 – sending them the wrong text

⌜ mark ⌟

mark watches from the corner of his eye as you tap at the screen of your phone, a shy smile present on your face. he's waving his hand side to side, trying to get your attention, only to pout when he fails to. he perks up the moment his phone dings, opening it to see multiple messages from you.

[11:45] you sent a message.

i think the sun's starting to get to me

[11:45] you sent a message.

the more i look at him the more he shines

[11:46] you sent a message.

nvm that I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF HIM

[11:46] you sent a message.

did you see him smile when he saw watermelon? the smile he had while eating them :((

[11:46] you sent a message.

and not to be nsfw but the more i look at him,,, the hotter he looks??? is that even possible????

[11:46] you sent a message.

he was so small so cute when we first met in 5th grade

[11:47] you sent a message.

fuck i think im in love with him i think im in love with mark

[11:48] you sent a message.

i think im in love with my bestfriend

he started off confused, eyes flitting from the first of your texts, slowly dragging themselves to the end. his small pout slowly turns into a smile, to a full blown grin when they finally reach the last of them, when they finally reach his name.

"holy." mark started off with mumbles, his head turning from you to his phone so fast he might get whiplash. "she- she's in love with me.." the farther he gets through his sentence, the louder he becomes, catching not only peoples attention, but also yours. "she's freaking in love with me!"

your furrowed eyebrows is the first thing he sees, running across the pool and straight to you, barreling into you and accidentally sending the both of you into the water. you're both spluttering when you break through the water's surface, your face an expression of disbelief while his is of pure joy.

he doesn't regret pulling you down with him, sealing your lips in an underwater kiss that tastes of watermelon and grape ice cream.

⌜ renjun ⌟

the soft glow of your phone disturbs renjun. the only source of light in the otherwise dark theater room, playing the movie you begged him to watch with you. he's rolling his eyes in annoyance, still gripping the half finished popcorn, hands coming back and forth from his mouth towards the salty snack.

soon after, the soft tapping of your fingers against the screen takes his interest off the movie. renjun's eyes sneak a peak, slightly leaning his body against his head rest so he could take a better look at what has your full interest.

[19:06] you sent a message.

leee jenooo

[19:07] you sent a message.

as cheesy as it sounds,,, the movie's right in front of me but the one view i want to see is him

[19:07] you sent a message.

i know its stupid to say but i just feel...happy whenever im around him

[19:07] you sent a message.

it doesnt matter where we are it freaking doesnt matter what we're doing and it FREAKING DOESNT MATTER WHO'S THERE WITH US

[19:08] you sent a message.

all i know is that when im with him im happy

[19:08] you sent a message.

it doesnt matter if it's all gray and blue hes the splash of color and thats all i need..

[19:09] you sent a message.

im all soft for him like this,, i just wish i could tell him 🙃

the slight ringing in his ears should worry him, along with the excessive warmth that's suddenly spreading through his body, face, and ears. the slight twitch of his fingers should too, as if his body is reacting in a way only you can make him, as if it's finally accepting the pull.

the clearing of his throat startles you, making you instinctively hide your phone in the corner of your seat. your eyes zoom in on his reddening face, leaning in closer to make sure, amidst all the darkness. "renjun? what's wrong?" pressing the palm of your hand to his burning forehead. "do you have a fever? junnie, you should've told me."

renjun's still stubbornly looking at the screen, taking a deep breath and doing a countdown before he takes your hand in his, intertwining the two as your eyebrows furrow.

he starts leaning in, coming closer and closer to your face that it makes you lean back in your seat, trying to look away from his face. "i think this isn't a good date," he whispers, "how about we go on an official one tomorrow?"

the wide cinema screen is the audience to the scene renjun puts on, leaving a peck at the edge of your lips as shy smile spreads on his.

⌜ jeno ⌟

[09:08] you sent a message.

i love it when jeno smiles

[09:08] you sent a message.

i mean :: have you seen his smile? those pretty cresent moon eye smiles that's just so freaking cute it makes me want to kiss him all over

[09:09] you sent a message.

and not be weird or anything,,, but his height is perfect. imagine running into his arms and just being all warm because we all know jeno gives the best hugs 😫

[09:09] you sent a message.

is it weird to think about hugging and snuggling with your best friend? to think about how pretty his smile is and how you want to kiss away his cute pout?

[09:10] you sent a message.

yes? no? mark, i think i'm in too deep here..

the minute jeno reads your texts, he's out the door. he doesn't care about the thunderstorm going on outside, he doesn't listen to his member's shouts about bringing an umbrella. all that's running around his mind is you. all he can think about is how he desperately wants to hug you in his arms, so tightly he knows you're going to start to whine. all he wants to do is to kiss you. after 5 years of pinning over you, he finally has the chance to.

he's met with water the moment he runs out in the rain, not caring about the thunder and wind that's pelting down his body. he's soaking wet when he reaches your front door, drenched in water as he knocks and is met with your cutely confused face.

"lee jeno!" your eyes are as wide as saucers, quickly starting to tug him inside when you see his condition. "what are you doing you idiot?! you could get sick!"

he doesn't give you much time to talk (or to start hitting him for being stupid) when he puts his hands on your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss, the atmosphere reminding him of two lovers running through the rain to see each other in movies.

the cold and fever he gets the next day is worth it, especially with your cuddles and chicken soup to get him through the day.

⌜ haechan ⌟

[07:10] you sent a message.

i may be in love with donghyuck

[07:11] you sent a message.

i think he's just the most sweetest, funniest, dorkiest guy with the most perfect smile and laugh

[07:11] you sent a message.

the one who brights up my day (ironically), my full sun

[07:12] you sent a message.

but love is such a fickle thing <3

he wouldn't notice at first, too busy goofing off with chenle and mark, until jeno points out his phone buzzing and lighting up with notifications. the biggest smile would light up his face, so bright and wide, and he just freezes in his place, not even moving or looking away from his phone that it makes the others worry.

starts jumping and squealing, shoving his phone into the other's faces to show off your text when he finally breaks out of his stupor, heart beating so fast renjun tries to make him take deep breaths before he passes out.

doesn't care when his members tell him to carry out with caution, that it could be one of your usual pranks. all he can see is you and him, going on dates and cuddling. after all, it isn't every day your bestfriend (whom you have feelings towards) since diapers confesses.

[07:44] haechan sent a message.

so you have a crush on me😏

[07:44] haechan sent a message.

i'm not surprised, i AM a natural charmer

[07:45] you sent a message.

WHAT

[07:45] you sent a message.

HOW THOU FRICK

[07:46] you sent a message.

wrong message wrong person sorry haha

[07:47] haechan sent a message.

"i am in love with donghyuck."

[07:47] haechan sent a message.

"sweetest, funniest, dorkiest guy with the most perfect smile."

[07:49] you sent a message.

i MAY be in love. MAY. not AM you narcissistic freak

[07:50] haechan sent a message.

i MAY be in love with you too

ends up taking you to the carnival for your first date, winning you stuffed animals and dragging you on rollercoaster after rollercoaster (definitely not because he likes the way you wrap around him whenever you get scared), finishes the day with a photobooth and a kiss on the ferris wheel.

⌜ jaemin ⌟

the coffee shop is relatively bustling, people going in and out the moment they receive their orders, or stay inside to enjoy their cup of coffee. you and jaemin being the latter, both your perspective orders on the brown wooden desk, along side your thick biology books.

your book has been untouched for the last hour, notes and highlighters thrown onto it as you tap at your phone, eyes flitting from the screen to jaemin's face every few moments.

[07:22] you sent a message.

we're currently studying biology

[07:23] you sent a message.

oh welp im lying,, he's learning biology and i'm relearning all my favorite things about him

[07:23] you sent a message.

that was so cheesy- ive been spending way too much time with nana 🤧

[07:23] you sent a message.

he's mumbling something about adjectives to explain biology

[07:24] you sent a message.

the one three adjectives i can explain is him

[07:24] you sent a message.

focused, motivated, oh and most definitely cute

you don't seem to notice jaemin's eyes on you, a coy smile on his lips as he checks his nonstop buzzing phone, slightly giggling at how you seem to not notice you've sent your texts to the wrong person.

"if I had to choose between DNA and RNA, i’d choose RNA because it has u in it.” his sudden voice startles you, making you yelp and raise your head to look at him in bewilderment. "we fit together like the sticky ends of recombinant DNA.”

"excuse me, na jaemin." throwing a raised eyebrow at him along with a sarcastic chuckle. "but i don't understand smart talk."

"you must be a red blood cell because you take the oxygen away from my lungs straight to my heart.” the coy smile he sends you doesn't solve anything, and it takes you moments until you finally start to catch on to his quips.

"DNA spelled backward is AND, as in… me AND you"

jaemin's blinking, breaking into a laugh that shakes the table just enough to spill some of his coffee onto his notes. an excited grin breaks out on your face, butterflies flying in your tummy as his eyes glaze over with a sudden emotion.

"my sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me i love you."

⌜ chenle ⌟

5 minutes to his last buzzer and chenle's looking for you in the bleachers. his eyes are searching through the crowds of people, trying to find you in his signature red and white jersey, only to pout and huff when all he sees is unknown people waving at him, perking up seconds later when his phone vibrates.

[15:30] you sent a message.

look at him down there!

[15:30] you sent a message.

he looks like a freaking super star

[15:30] you sent a message.

hes THE ace,,, hes MY ace ohmygod :((

[15:31] you sent a message.

i just want him to know that whatever happens hes a winner in my heart yaknow??? not as if hes gonna lose i mean my chenle is the best one out there!!!!

[15:32] you sent a message.

pray for me bcs if he does win im gonna give him a big fat smooch :)

the coach calls for him before he has time to process your message, casually dragging him to play for his last round. his eyes are flitting from the score board, with a big red 60 vs 60 displayed, to the hoards of people. his eyes land on your for a second, the moment enough for you to send him a victory smile and thumbs up.

it's only in the last seconds when he scores the winning goal for his team does he celebrate, running away from the sports ground and leaving his confused team behind as he purposely looks for you. it's when you crash into his arms does he lift you into them, pressing a disorienting kiss onto your lips, with his teams roaring cheers as the background.

"i'm your chenle, i'm your ace!" it takes a minute for you to process his words, clicking two and two together before your jaw goes slack and an embarrased groan escapes from your lips. chenle grins when you bury your face in his chest, shaking you in his arms with all his added excitement. "can i have another kiss?" he peeps down to take a look at you, sending a bashful smile.

⌜ jisung ⌟

"park jisung this isn't funny!" you're sprinting down the stairs, a fair distance away from jisung who's already reached your kitchen, running for his life with your phone in his hand. "give me my phone back! jisung, i swear to god!"

the big laugh that erupts from jisung only gets to you even more, trying to run even faster after your neighbor whom you have had a crush for since childhood. all the while jisung is having the time of his life, running to your living room and cramping his lanky body into the first place he thinks of hiding, wedged between two sofas.

jisung's putting in your password, his birthday, and he's opening the message you've just received from renjun, reading your most recent chat with the chinese boy.

[14:09] you sent a message.

i dont know jun...

[14:09] you sent a message.

what if me confessing only makes us awkward?

[14:10] you sent a message.

i dont care if he rejects me, its jisung we're talking about here! he wouldn't hurt a fly! i dont think he'd break my heart that much..

[14:10] you sent a message.

i dont want 10 years of our friendship to go down the pipe just because of some stupid crush i have towards him

[14:11] you sent a message.

what am i going to do jun?

it takes jisung a moment to read between your texts and another minute to process that the boy you have a crush on, is in fact, him. the more he thinks about it, the more jisung regrets being a slow poke because the moment he finished, you're bounding in between the sofas and taking your phone from him.

there's a moment of silence, of you staring at the phone now in your hand and of jisung staring at his feet, shuffling and pouting his lips.

"jisung, i like you."

"i would never break your heart."

it's the day you became both jisung's bestfriend and lover, with him taking you on a date to the park later in the afternoon.

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

@fangirl-and-stuff I told you I'd figure out a way to get this posted, feat. my best attempts at filling in the reaction memes.

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTT

I JUST FINISHED READING AND I AM NOT WELL

FIRST AND FOREMOST I FUCKING KNEW HER BITCH ASS SNAKE OF A SPERM DONOR WAS THE ONE THAT HAD HER KIDNAPPED

"BITCH ASS SNAKE OF A SPERM DONOR" IS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER READ. Also- who else did you think it was gonna be??

IM SO GLAD THAT YOONGI SHOT HIM IN THE HEAD EVEN THOUGH I WISH THEY MADE HIM SUFFER MORE THAN GIVING HIM A QUICK DEATH

AND MC..... FUCKKKKKK POOR MC GOING THROUGH ALL THOSE HORRIBLE THINGS (I DONT WANT TO MENTION ANYTHING THAT DID HAPPEN SO I DONT TRIGGER ANYONE)

ALL BECAUSE HE WANTED TO GIVE HER TO THE PERSON WHO BOUGHT HER?!?! FUCK HIM AND AGAIN I WISHED HE SUFFERED MORE

I did originally plan for a long torturous death for him via hyung line feat. jungkook, but as I was actually writing the scene I decided I actually wanted (and fit the characterization better imo) yoongi to just end him then and there. Yoongi's line there is one of my favorite in the whole chapter

"Were you really going to sit there and let him talk about her like that? Cause I sure as fuck wasn't."

Truly, we stan.

When Jackson was introduced, I was skeptical bc wtf are you here and why do you want to help MC hmmmm???

And then when it cut to 8 years later and then seeing him gaslight and manipulate tf outta the MC... oooo it had my blood boiling

I TAKE IT BACK THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING. I HAVE BEEN LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS IMAGE FOR WEEKS NOW.

The overall consensus on Jackson is, no one likes him. And that was kinda the point. So I did my job. [Insert spoiler-y things here]

AND AHHHHHH THE WAY SHE ENCOUNTERED JIMIN WHEN HE WAS DROPPING OFF SOMEONE THAT THEY HELPED MADE ME SCREECH AND THE WAY THE CHAPTER CUT TO THE BOYS AND THEN MC WAS IMMACULATE BTW I LOVED THAT

AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK WAS LOOKING FOR MC AS HARD AS NAMJOON STILL DOES BC HE WANTS THEM TO BE REUNITED AND HAPPY AND AHHHHH MY FREAKING HEART

I'm glad that last scene worked the way I wanted it to, I was really worried about it. I kept sending little screenshots to my friends asking "does this make sense?? When it's written like this??"

AND I CAN'T BELIEVE WE GOT THE BACKSTORY OF HOW JOON AND JUNGKOOK MET AND HOW JIMIN AND TAE JOINED THEIR GANG AHHHHHHH

I mean I knew we were probably going to touch on that this chapter considering it covers the entire decade they were apart but like it was still a pleasant surprise

Namkook is so precious to me. Jungkook is too precious for this story.

Okay also that part where MC was hired to find JK had me giggling bc in the way that no one could find him bc he left Busan was basically the same way why the boys couldn't find MC bc she left Seoul to Busan. Did that make sense? I feel like it made more sense in my head but hopefully you understand hehe

I feel like I had more to say but I'm gonna reread the chapter again to remember but with that being said...

Happy and safe and healthy and secure is the endgame. It's just. It's gonna take a while. A very long while.

My dear author, I am so happy that you were able to finish this chapter and I am so excited to see how this story goes! I'm really glad I stumbled upon your story and I can't wait to read the scene of the aftermath of MC saying "I watched you close the door" I have a feeling it's going to be angsty in the best way. You go and rest that wonderful brain of yours, bestie... you earned it 💜💜💜

Oh my word darling, this is one of the best reviews I've ever gotten 🥰🥰 I am so glad that you're enjoying it so much, truly it makes my heart sing. I hope the next chapter meets your expectations and that you love it just as much 💜💜💜

[elusive---ivory]

Circus Act - 12

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT/ SENSITIVE TOPICS

READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

The party was a disaster. Sandy had been staying with Arthur for a few days.

His sleeping habits didn't really effect her own, because she was very much awake and on guard all the time.

Sandy was just wearing her nightgown, when she heard something rustling in the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen, confused and a little bit scared, but soon realized it was Arthur.

He had shoved himself into the refrigerator. Sandy opened the door to see Arthur staring blankly at her, whilst shivering from the cold.

"Arthur," Sandy whispered, "please come to bed."

Arthur just turned his head. His eyes were puffy from crying and laughing.

"Arthur, please. This is killing me." Sandy cried. She dropped to her knees, sobbing in front of Arthur.

He hated seeing her cry. He didn't want Sandy to cry anymore. He wanted her to laugh, and be happy. It was so hard for him to be happy, that he just wanted to make someone happy.

Arthur wrapped his cold arms around her shoulders, pulling himself from out of the refrigerator.

Sandy looked up with Arthur with puffy eyes. Arthur kissed her softly, still being aware that she was still emotionally distraught.

Sandy kissed back, feeling all fear, sadness, and frustration disappear. Arthur had his way on making Sandy feel good.

She felt his hands on her body as he led her into the bedroom.

Arthur was still sexually inexperienced. He studied Sandy as she removed her nightgown.

Arthur was still greatly enamored by her. There were still cuts and bruises all over her.

Sandy studied Arthur as he removed his briefs, and positioned himself in front of her. Arthur had bruises and cuts all over him too.

"Arthur." Sandy moaned.

Yes. He was in her. The feeling overwhelmed him as he pushed in and out of her.

The pleasure overwhelmed Sandy as well. Her cries and moans shook the apartment wall. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling the pleasure build up in her abdomen.

Arthur couldn't take it anymore. He was close.

Arthur closed his eyes tight, filling Sandy up with his warmth.

Sandy became flushed, and released all the tension she had building up, flowing in waves of pleasure.

After the rush ended, the two of them held each other close.

Sandy woke up to the phone ringing. She was tempted to just pull it off the wall. Her violent tendencies seem to be getting worse and worse.

Arthur got up, picking up the phone. "Who is this?" He answered.

"Hi, Mr. Fleck. My name is Shirley Woods. I'm the show booker from Live! With Murray Franklin. Is this Arthur?" The voice asked.

"Yes." He answered quietly.

Arthur talked an the phone for a good minute or so, before Sandy walked into the kitchen, surprising Arthur with a kiss.

"What was that about?" Sandy said, throwing her arms around Arthur's neck.

Arthur smirked, slightly as he hung up the phone. "Murray wants me on the show." He said in disbelief.

Sandy smiled wide. "That's incredible, Arthur."

Arthur nodded. He felt like he was dreaming the whole thing.

Sandy smiled, kissing him on the nose.

"You're gonna knock them dead, Arthur. You're the funniest guy in Gotham." She giggled.

Sandy drove to a small playground. She had dropped Arthur off at Arkham State Hospital to recover his mother's files. Sandy didn't want to go in with him, because Arkham was still fresh in her brain. She promised Arthur that she'd pick him up.

Sandy sat on a bench, watching the children play.

A young boy who looked all beaten and battered up was crying by the swing set.

Sandy walked up to the poor boy. "Hey, why are you crying?" She asked.

The boy looked up at her. He seemed to have darling green eyes, almost like Arthur's.

"I'm not crying," the boy fibbed, "I'm laughing."

Sandy could see that he was lying. "It's ok." She whispered.

The boy stopped crying. He was holding a little clown doll, which had a missing eye.

"What's your name, dear?" Sandy asked, kneeling to the boy's level.

"Jack." The boy answered.

"That's a nice name." Sandy said, smiling.

A drunken man stumbled up to the two of them and began yelling at the boy. "You bastard!! When will you ever learn? Come on, boy."

The boy winced as he was grabbed by the man.

"Sir, where are you going with that boy? He obviously doesn't want to go with you." Sandy confronted the man.

Another lady got in the confrontation. "Is there a problem here?"

"Yeah, this bitch right here won't let me take my son home." The man jabbed a finger in her chest.

"Well, your son was just over there crying his eyes out." Sandy yelled.

The little boy was still wincing at his arm.

"See, he's obviously in pain." She said, pointing at the boy.

The lady next Sandy tapped on her shoulder. "I think you should go get your own kid, and leave."

Sandy was left speechless. She began to say something, but it just wouldn't come out.

"I don't have a kid." She said, finally.

Sandy so desperately wanted a child. Scenes from the day she lost her child came back to her.

She remembered being in the bathroom, coughing up blood. She remembered Dennis pounding on the door, yelling at her. She remembered breaking the news to her family that she lost it.

That's when Dennis laughed.

He laughed at her pain.

Then, Des pretended to care, just so she could get fucked by Dennis.

Sandy couldn't forget it.

"Excuse me? Excuse me, miss? If you don't have a child, why are you at a children's park?" The lady yelled, trying to get Sandy's attention.

Sandy didn't say anything, without a second thought, she lunged at the guy.

Her mind when blank. Her hands became bloodied. Sandy would've killed him if it wasn't for the lady pulling her off him.

It began raining. Sandy drove up to Arthur's apartment, wet and bloody.

Arthur walked back home, soaking wet. He felt abandoned, and helpless. Sandy didn't pick him up.

She walked into his apartment, taking off her coat.

Arthur didn't acknowledge her presence. Sandy lit a cigarette and sat on the couch with him.

He didn't notice the dried blood on her pants.

"Why didn't you come pick me up?" Arthur asked.

"I couldn't." Sandy said.

"It was all true. What Thomas said." Arthur handed Sandy the files he stole from the hospital.

Sandy looked through the files. As she looked through them, tears began to fall from her cheeks.

Soon she began to laugh, uncontrollably. This wasn't the laugh Arthur loved to hear. This laugh was hurtful.

"I'm so sorry, Arthur." Sandy cried. "I've given up being happy. Maybe if I just try laughing, it'll work."

Sandy began to laugh into Arthur's shoulder, which had trigger him into laughing as well.

Taglist: @princessgeekface, @memory-mortis, @gloomyladyy, @mama-mischief, @jokerflecker, @joker-flecked-me, @mr--clown.

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Oh okay! Well I guess to ship me with them you need to know about me lol I'm quite short with short dark hair and really dark eyes. I love reading books and comics, watching movies and tv shows. I'm also really into sports and I can't go a day without drinking tea. A lot of my friends say the only time I talk is when I'm being sarcastic but idk haha anyways thank you so much!!

GOSH i’m so sorry this took five yrs

but i’m here now!!!

anyways ship below the cuttttt!!!!

For Queen, I ship you with Roger Taylor!

Although you’re quiet, I think that would contrast quite perfectly with Roger’s outspoken nature. Although he’s not always a talker, his tendency to speak up in most situations only highlights your contributions when you do choose to pipe in. As a result, the rest of the band thinks you’re the second funniest thing around. First is John Deacon - even he thinks so, let’s be honest.

Your sarcasm is what drew Roger to you in the first place. Both of you happened to run into each other outside of a pub at around mid-afternoon one time. 

You worked at the pub, tending bar, because as a bartender, it was always important to listen. You were good at listening - you’d rather hear other people talk and then give a good, witty piece of advice, rather than talk someone’s ear off.

Although you’d briefly seen each other before when he played gigs there, he’d never got the chance to come over and talk to you. Tending the bar was simply too hectic.

Roger had approached you when he saw you hanging up posters for upcoming shows. He thought you were quite a cute little thing when he’d first seen you months ago, short and sweet but still alluring with your dark hair/eye combo. And he was never one to shy away from a girl he felt interest in, so when he saw you, he had to come over.

“Smile? Who’s that?” he asked when he saw the poster you were currently tacking up. Although your back was to him, you faintly recognized the soft, Cornish voice that drifted into your eardrums, and you rolled your eyes playfully as you turned to face the drummer of Smile himself.

“Ha ha. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a regular joker?�� you teased, handing him the box of tacks as you tried to reshuffle the posters in your hand and find the one for another local band.

“Actually, no,” he laughed, holding the box for you as he shifted his weight to one foot, standing with his other hand casually resting in his pocket.

“Really? Personally, I’m not shocked,” you replied without missing a beat, finally finding the poster and grabbing a few tacks from the box in his hand before starting to put the poster up directly above Smile’s. 

The space left on the board was minimal, and far above your head, so when you started to struggle to reach the top, Roger chuckled before reaching over your head and nicking the tack from your fingers, then tacking it up himself.

“Thanks,” you laughed softly as you pushed a very short, stray lock of hair out of your face. Turning to face him again, you noticed he was a bit closer than before, but you had nowhere to go and didn’t really feel like backing down from his friendliness. You honestly found him attractive, and had been hoping secretly that he’d try to talk you up one day. Now, your wish was coming true.

“No problem. Say, are you going to be tending bar tomorrow night after the show?” he asked, leaning against the board and flashing you a charming smile as you rolled up the remaining posters that you’d have to tape up in the surrounding blocks.

“Tomorrow’s my night off. Why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you reached for the tacks in his hand. But he retracted it, refusing to let you take it, and you squinted a bit as you tried to figure out what angle he was trying to take.

“No, don’t worry, love, I’ll carry these for you. After all, you were the one who gave them to me.” He had a point, so you shrugged and started to make your way back into the bar, Roger following you into the entrance and continuing on. “How about we go out after the show? You and me, on the town. My treat.”

Your cheeks flushed a bit as you registered that Roger was asking you out. But you kept trekking into the bar, walking to the office and letting Roger in as you went to find the tape, giggling to yourself. “Are you asking me out? Do you even know my name?”

“Sure, I do, Y/N. When you see a pretty bartender, you ask for their name. Duh.” He was grinning toothily at this point, a mischievous look about him, and you raised an eyebrow before sighing playfully and snatching the tacks from his hand, replacing it with a roll of duct tape. 

“I suppose that can be arranged. But you have to help me put the rest of these up.”

That next night, you had a whirlwind of a time, and ended up crashing at Roger because of how sloshed the two of you had gotten. But he slept on the couch like a gentleman, and when you realized he wasn’t just trying to get a petty fuck out of you, you started to entertain his advances more. Then, before you knew it, you were his girlfriend.

And Roger was an angel of a boyfriend - any time you were feeling like staying in, he’d be there in a heartbeat with a cup of tea and a new book he’d bought for you.

“I saw it and thought of you,” he said cheerily, handing it to you as you sunk down into the couch with your steaming mug of tea. Blowing on the surface on the liquid, you couldn’t help but smile as you took the book from his hand, and he returned a loving smile before he seated himself next to you, getting comfortable and wrapping his arm around you. Drizzly rain pattered against the window of his flat, but the sound only relaxed you further.

Sitting your tea on the side table for a moment, you snuggled up close to him and pulled a blanket over the two of you as he watched the TV, which he’d turned to one of his favorite game shows.

A domestic scene like this was certainly not one you’d ever expected to see Roger in. As you grabbed your tea and opened the book to page one, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you felt Roger’s hand weave through your hair, just brushing through it barely and absentmindedly as he watched the game show.

When you’d first seen Roger, he was practically shirtless, on stage, beating his drums like an animal, singing his heart out, and all else. But now, he was here, cuddling with you, so serene it made your heart swell.

Just so your heart wouldn’t burst into a million pieces from how happy you currently were, you leaned up and pressed a few gentle, affectionate kisses on his jaw, then returned to your reading with a content heart as a smile crossed Roger’s face.

“What was that for?” he asked, gently tugging on your hair to get your attention. And you blushed, just a bit, overwhelmed with fondness for him, but you couldn’t be gushy right now or you might melt, so you chose the coy approach.

“Return the favor and maybe you’ll find out.”

And for BoRhap, I ship you with Gwilym Lee!

What a sweet boy. And somehow, he looks so innocently devilish doing that. 

ANYWAYS

Yes, I know, height differences. But Gwilym loves that you’re short! Your height was actually indirectly what had led him to meeting you in the first place. 

You were seated directly behind him at a rugby match, a very important one to you AND him - your favorite teams were playing, coincidentally opposite each others, and of course you got sat behind the most obnoxiously tall fan of the other team’s fanbase.

But you weren’t going to be rude about it - in fact, it seemed like he was just there to have a good time. He was drunk, but not aggressively or annoyingly so. He was just too god damn tall, and he seemed painfully unaware of that.

After about 15 minutes of watching the back of his head, you sighed, quite audibly. Your friends had left a couple minutes ago so they could go to the stadium’s bar, so you were alone with your beer you’d got on your way to your seat, and staring at the back of this guy’s head.

When you noticed that he had an empty seat next to him, you jumped at the opportunity. Even though you weren’t exactly the bold type, this game was important to you, and if that meant you had to bother a Welsh fan for a seat, you were all about it.

Tapping on his shoulder, you grabbed your beer as he turned around to look at you, a look of genuine confusion smeared across his unbelievably handsome face. He was quite a looker, and you mentally smacked yourself for getting into this situation without planning first.

“Hi,” you laughed a bit awkwardly, nodding to the seat next to him. “Is that seat taken?”

“Er, no, my mate couldn’t make it,” he replied slowly, shaking his head as the confusion slowly wore off. But there was still a trace of it left as he raised an eyebrow at you standing up and grabbing your things. “Why?”

“Want to know the truth?” you asked, tossing your coat and purse down on the bleacher floor in front of the open seat next to him. When he nodded, you took a sip of your beer before handing it to him. “Would you put that in the cupholder, please? And if I’m going to be frank, it’s because I didn’t buy a ticket to this match to watch the back of a Wales fan’s head, however nice your hair is.”

That got a laugh out of him, and he sat your beer down in the cupholder in front of him before holding out a hand and helping you over the back of the seat, only getting a mildly questioning look from his friend to his left. Once you’d successfully gotten over the chair, he turned his helping hand into a handshake, looking down at you with an amused smile as he easily towered over you.

“My name’s Gwilym. What’s yours?”

“Y/N,” you replied, shooting him a sweet smile before giving his jersey a pointed look as you dropped his hand. “Hope you guys are ready to get your shit handed to you.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You want to put your money where your mouth is?”

His team won. You should have known, but when he wagered a date on the game, you couldn’t say no. And when he took you on that date, he only made a few jokes about how much of a shitshow your team was that day.

And when he managed to drag you to a Wales match that wasn’t against your team a few months later, he was presented the perfect opportunity to ask you to be his girlfriend.

“I get that you’re from there, but why continue to support the team if it’s genuine garbage?” he asked laughingly, amused by the playfully sour look your face had taken on. Once again, he was reminding you of how sorely your team was performing this season. The only way to make him stop was to start pouting, after which he’d apologize profusely and promise not to be a big bully anymore.

“I came out to this match to have a good time with you, Gwil, and I’m beginning to feel a bit attacked here, truly.”

“Aw, come on, I was just teasing!” he whined, nudging you with his shoulder as you stared up at the scoreboard and refused to look at him despite the smile playing on your lips. They were doing the routine halftime kiss cam, and you watched as a cute older couple gave each other a chaste peck on the lips.

His arm then wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, and though you were faking being mad at him, you still let your head rest on his shoulder as he squeezed you a bit. “Don’t be mad at me, sweetheart. I promise I’ll buy you a beer if it makes you feel better.”

“You better,” you mumbled, still looking up at the scoreboard, and to your surprise (and admittedly, excitement), you suddenly saw a Welsh man with his arm around a young woman with dark eyes and short dark hair, who was leaning on him. 

Yep, you guessed it. It was kiss cam time.

“Gwil, look,” you murmured, pointing up to the scoreboard/jumbotron, and a blissfully unaware, smiley Gwilym looked up to the scoreboard just to be met with his own expression.

“Oh shit,” he blurted out, immediately taking on an embarrassed look as he laughed at his own obliviousness. After glancing between you and the screen, he nudged your head gently with his shoulder. “Suppose it would be a good time to ask you if you’d fancy being my girlfriend.”

“Are you joking?!” you choked out, your head flying up so that you were staring at him with a flabbergasted, ecstatic expression. “Yes, yes! God, it took you long enough!”

With that, you quickly glanced at the kiss cam before grinning widely and taking Gwilym’s face in your hands, planting a big, affectionate kiss directly on his lips. It wasn’t a sloppy kiss, and there wasn’t anything too racy about it - it was pure joy, and the way Gwilym pulled you closer for a moment while he kissed back was enough to make your heart race even faster than it already was.

When you pulled away to a few cheers around you, you gave a wide grin to the camera before looking back at Gwilym, who was absolutely pleased with himself as he kept his arm firmly around you, waving for the camera and giving your cheek a quick kiss.

As the cheers died down, you giggled and rested your head on his shoulder again, completely content with what events had just transpired. But, of course, you weren’t letting him off that easy.

“I haven’t forgot about the beer, you know.”

“Of course you haven’t, love. Wouldn’t expect any less of you.”

[knightinpinkunderwear]

Easily Forgiven (A Normal Day at Work)

"You've just contaminated all of the usable evidence." Prompt sent by @deathbyotpin123

Of course, it's riddlergordon, and of course, Ed is trans.

Ao3

Full Series on Ao3

"It was an accident," Jim started, using a tone that made it perfectly clear it wasn't just an accident.

"You've just contaminated all of the usable evidence."

"Well, not all of it, right? I only fell."

"You fell on me! And pushed me into the evidence!" Ed huffed, crossing his arms and pouting overdramatically. Harvey snicked in the background. Sarah Essen shook her head since the two started dating crime scenes have been filled with pleasant banter and harmless little pranks between the two. Jim was doing his best impression of the I'm not guilty I swear it was an accident look that Ophelia often used whenever she flipped over her food or water bowl onto the floor for attention. Ophelia was better at it, she had the benefit of being more adorable than Jim. Besides she didn't interrupt Ed's work. She also didn't do it in the morning. Despite how less successful Jim was at the face his boyfriend still couldn't stay mad at him for longer than 13 minutes for something as harmless as a maybe purposeful bump to throw him off balance. He was officially back on his boyfriend's good side when he brought back an onionless swiss mushroom burger and a mint-choc malt. Lunch was chatter, smiles, burgers, and laughter in Ed's office. Food was the highest form of bribery, after all. Well, aside from snuggling and blankets. The room smelled like french fries, malt vinegar, and burgers. Jim kissed his lover. Then promptly burst into hysterical laughter when Ed's shoved him away and started making faces.

"UGh! Onion breath! You kissed me with your gross onion breath!" Ed wiped his tongue and mouth frantically with a few napkins. Jim threw his head back, holding his sides as he cackled. Ed pouted, biting back a fond smile. "You suck!"

"That's a goods idea, maybe I should put my mouth to use tonight?" He said with a smile.

"Not with your onion breath! You are not putting that mouth anywhere near my vagina until you've brushed and used mouthwash!"

"That can be arranged," Jim said holding out his hands. Ed took them and let himself be pulled to sit next to and lean into the detective. "I hope Ophelia doesn't think I'm attacking you again," Ed laughed, a few weeks ago Ophelia had gotten concerned by the sounds that sex included and thought that the moaning and screaming were calls for help. So she'd jumped onto the bed and clawed Jim, then sat on Ed's chest and hissed whenever Jim tried to move. Ed laughed so hard he cried, his sides were sore. Ophelia was more perplexed. It had been the funniest damn thing.

"There are no guarantees," Ed smiled, holding back laughter at Jim's expense.

"If you had a non-studio apartment it wouldn't be a problem."

"Your apartment doesn't have any doors between the rooms either, Jimbo." Ed shoved him lightly with his shoulder.

"Well, ya got me there." They spent a few more minutes fighting over the last of the french fries. Giggling the way that teenagers did when adults said slang the obviously had no idea had a particularly sexual meaning. It was immature giggling but it was innocent fun.

"I love you, you, gross onion-loving heathen!"

"And I love you too, dork." after a heartbeat, they collapsed back into childish laughter. All bright smiles and crinkled eyes shining with happiness and peace and love.

[fallynephemeron]

The best you've had, huh Xave? Any of the following.. I'm interested.. About You 8, 22 (me instead of a follower), 45 Relationships 8, Porn & Sex Ind 26, 27, 30. Sex 6 (humor me an say it again), 14, 30, 34, 38, 53, 82, 91, 102, 106. Fetish 5, 11, 30. This or that 8, 22, 25, 43, 55, 73, 87, 92. Thats all. No offense taken if you dont answer. Its fine. Was just thinkin of you the other day then saw this -M

Xave:  Shit.  didn’t realize you might read that.   uggggg.  You always did know how to make me blush.  It’s true though. I won’t take it back.  Riv says there’s millions of parallel universes… so maybe somewhere out there we ended up together.  I wouldn’t be surprised at all. If I’d found you first things could have ended up a lot different than they are now. I think we both know that.

Alright… mr. curious….. you asked…. so that’s what you’re getting

About You, 8 , 22, 45

 When was your last erection/arousal?

Xave:  Mine?  Uggg. Fuck, this morning. In the shower. No I didn’t do anything about it.  That just makes it worse.  It went away eventually. Daily life is finding ways to distract myself and constantly trying not to get turned on.  

   If someone you knew asked for a nude image, would you do it? What about a tumblr follower?

Xave:  specifically you?  My nature and desire say yes…. my wedding vows say no. Sorry love.

 Whats your favorite lingerie outfit?

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/431993789231669578/    something like that.   And no, that doesn’t count as a picture of me. :P  So…. are you into that kind of thing?  or just curious. ;)  cause i don’t think i remember stuff like that ever coming up when we were together.

Relationships 8- What do you look for in a hookup? 

Xave:  in the past?  cause that doesn’t happen any more.  But… since you asked, i’ll tell you what I notice- nice smile, no scary vibes, not completely filthy, or obviously a druggie…. that’s about it.  lol.  I’m a slut with low standards, what can I say?

Porn & Sex Ind 26, 27, 30.

Have you ever tried to recreate a scene?

Xave:  not really? I mean, you can’t help but pick things up here and there. But… There was this one guy I was with a few times that was OBSESSED with porn. He loved acting out the same scenes his favorite porn guys did.  Once or twice was fun, and a change of pace, but it didn’t take long for that to get really old. Like there was no connection there at all. It was kinda weird.

Have you ever used porn to show a partner what you like/want?

Xave:  oh yeah. it’s helpful for sure. Though no one’s ever made a porn vid, at least that I’ve found,  that can quite capture the elegance of making someone come completely undone over a long period of time…. but then… you never seemed to need instructions for that, did you. ;)

Have you considered getting into porn?

Xave: I’ve had experience in the industry. Mostly stills. I was young, underage, and no one cared and no one asked. I don’t have a problem with porn, and it might be fun if I hadn’t been burned in the past.  But I don’t think I could do it without some serious drugs or something to get me through the inevitable flashbacks.  So, no.

Sex 6 (humor me an say it again), 14, 30, 34, 38, 53, 82, 91, 102, 106.

Who was your best sex partner?

Xave:  say it again huh?  lol   Alright.  Mike Lamb is the Best fuck I’ve EVER had.  Happy?  

Do you like dirty talking?

Xave:  If it’s done right yeah for sure… sometimes it just awkward, and WAY too often it sounds cheesy and corny.  Then I get the giggles and ruin the moment.

Where is the strangest or wildest place you’ve had sex/oral?

Xave:  I’ll go with wildest… which I kinda answered for myself when I answered Wyn’s questions…. out in the middle of nowhere in the woods.    Strangest?  too personal to answer in public.  It’s a really bad memory. I might spill if we were having a private conversation.  I always trusted you with that stuff.

Whats your funniest sex experience?

Xave: Halloween, a long time ago. This guy I was screwing  thought it would be HILARIOUS to try to scare me… like during sex.   So we were going at it…. like full on,  he’s on top.  and he’d rigged stuff to fall on me.. like plastic spiders..and a rubber rat,  it was ridiculous. I just laughed. There’s scary shit out there, and plastic spiders and rubber rats don’t even register.   Anyway,  but then like, he’d rigged this scary mask to swoop out over me, after the spiders and stuff fell… but apparently, he’d forgotten about it.  And it didn’t come out when it was supposed to, it got stuck or something… so we like,  were JUST about there.  Like just about to hit climax.  He wasn’t very good anyway…. and this fucking mask, comes swinging over him out of nowhere, and lands right on my face.  He screamed, so high pitched, pulled out, freaking out in hysterics.   Then I got the giggles and he lost his erection. He was SO embarrassed. He wouldn’t answer my texts after that.   I still think it’s hilarious.

Have you ever faked an orgasm? Describe the experience(s).

Xave:  ugggggggg.  yeah. With my husband. He was trying SO hard, and he was completely miserable. This was before he knew he was ace. I faked it… and we were done. I just couldn’t bear to see his face if he knew he’d failed again.  

Which non-genital parts of your body do you like being touched or stimulated? \

Xave:  mmmm, fuck.  nipples. shoulder blades, the backs of my thighs, like that place right under your ass?  

Do you like cum or is it gross?

Xave: mmmm, depends on the pheromones. Some guys just taste gross. That’s all there is to it.  But…. some pheromones … when they match with  yours,  it’s SO good and you just want more.

Do you like to have your ass eaten?

Xave:  not ashamed to admit it.  absolutely yes.

Has anyone ever cum inside you on accident? How did you feel about that?

Xave: If it’s really an accident…. that’s one thing.  I’ve had shitty guys do it on purpose when I hadn’t consented. That fucking pissed me off. A lot.  I didn’t screw around with them ever again, unless I didn’t have a choice,  which has happened in the past.

Do you like to play with balls/have your balls played with? 

Xave:  it’s not really my thing..especially my own, unless, again and always, if it’s done just right. But if I know that’s something my partner really enjoys, I’m into making that a priority for him.

Fetish 5, 11, 30. 

Are there any fetishes you don’t have yet, but may be interested in?

Xave:  mmm, being tied up. No one’s really done that well for me.  Like, everyone that’s tried it has been a sadist, and I really hate sadists.  Not my thing at all.  But sensory deprivation and not being able to move, combined with edging,  that would be amazing.

Do you enjoy long, extended teasing/edging sessions?

Xave:  Fuck you Mike. LOL  you just want to hear me say it.  YES.  you KNOW I do.

Are you an exhibitionist?

Xave:  lol, guilty as charged.  In every sense of the word.  Except when it comes to talking about difficult stuff, then it’s just gotta be secure and private.

This or that 8, 22, 25, 43, 55, 73, 87, 92.

Rough Sex or Intimate Sex

Xave:  BOTH.  like really both. alternating, or at the same time,  in the same session. I love it.

Circumcised or Uncircumcised

Xave:  am i?  I’m cut.  But as for what I prefer?  doesn’t matter, either/or.

Ruined or Complete Orgasm

Xave:  with someone that can pull it off, and then keep going???  Ruined. 100%.  But who the hell knows how to pull that off with such perfection…. oh … I guess I know one guy. ;)

Dirty Talk or Loud Moaning

Xave: Both. Fuck.

Length or Girth

Xave:  Girth

Ball Licking or Rimming

Xave: rimming.

Doggy Style or Missionary

Xave: ugggg, they both have their place,  but if I had to choose just one for the rest of my life,  then, Missionary.

Slow or Fast

Xave:  Both.  but again… if I can only have one, forever, then slow.

Are you happy?  Now I’m horny.  do you KNOW how long 14 days is?