#this will most definitely flop but like SOMEBODY pls

[lawsofkarma]

i want to see something.. any ex danplan fans that migrated to mcyts (or more specifically the dream team) here? the ones that were here before the breakup of the trio? bonus points if you were active in their discord. im like scared to post this but i wanna find you guys

[yoichichi]

Sitting on Karasuno’s Lap

Karasuno(sep) x reader

warning(s): reader insecurity about size, v slight timeskip spoilers Kageyama being grumpy and stupid and some grammar issues prolly 😬 i think that’s about it but lemme know if you think I need to add anything else!

a/n: got a request for reader being apprehensive about sitting on the boys from karasuno’s lap cause of their size so this is what that is! I hope this comforts u anon ily :(

And lemme say this: all these boys would most definitely love to be smothered and cuddled under their s/o pls they quite literally live for it <3

characters: daichi, sugawara, asahi, tanaka, noya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, hinata

Daichi

I really feel like Daichi’s the kind of guy who loves picking up his s/o when they hug

He always does the classic bear hug grip around your midsection and then before you know it he’s squatting a little and lifting you up - ur size does NOT matter, if he can get your feet off the ground even a little he’s cheesing big time

He just thinks it’s so cute when you squeal or laugh and smack his arms, and you always get a hearty laugh out of him after before he grabs your face - kind of aggressively - and is leaving silly slobbery kisses all over it :((((

So basically there’s no way you can escape his infamous hugs

BUT ANYWAYS

Because of this he’d also definitely love for you to sit on his lap too!

And because he’s always lifting you when you least expect it, when you mention why you’d rather not sit on his lap he’d respect your answer and reassure you it’s not a problem,,,, while also kind of being >:( and passive aggressively explain why you most definitely wouldn’t crush him

Now next time he comes home to you, not only is he lifting you, but he’s carrying you to your bedroom to cuddle, and then maybe you’ll sigh and give in to sitting on his lap <3

Suga

He’s generally more of a lay down cuddly or holding hands in public kinda guy

But there was something about sitting down on the couch after work and seeing you come out of the kitchen with a big smile on your face that just made his heart melt and shoot his arms out with grabby hands

Of course you oblige and sit next to him and start playing with his hands, waiting for him to talk about his day, but then he’s looking at you like :( and tugging at the hem of your shirt

“No, I want to cuddle.”

When you look at him confused he groans and tugs you onto his lap with his face buried into your neck, and almost instantly you can feel him relaxing into the couch

As soon as you think he’s relaxed enough, you go to move off him, anxious you’ve been sitting on his lap too long, but when you go to move he grabs on tighter and looks up at you like 🥺

You realize that maybe he’s just fine when he pulls you father into him - if that’s even possible - and starts to drool cause he’s passed out from being so comfy <3

Asahi

It’s pretty common for Asahi to come home from a long day at work and then rest his head on your thighs while you play with his hair and let him talk about your day

It’s something he looks forward to when he’s driving home :(

Being held and comforted by your s/o is absolute heaven to him, so when you walk through the door with a big sigh while you’re rolling your shoulders, his first thought is to return the favor !

The two of you are standing in your living room now with your head in his chest while he’s rubbing your back, periodically kissing the top of your head

“Wanna sit down angel?”

When you agreed you didn’t know that meant sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap, his hand still holding your head in his chest

But before you can protest and squirm away he’s kissing you and humming while he’s still rubbing your back and soothing you :(((

This baby wouldn’t even give you a second to think about your insecurities:(

Tanaka

He’s gonna assume somebody’s said something about you almost immediately

Cause he just can’t grasp that you yourself have decided you’re too big for him

He just kind of looks at you like 🧍🏻🤨 uhhhh sit tf down I’d like you to cuddle me please 🤨?

“Tanaka, I’ll crush you.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point babe! Smother me ☺️❣️” really does not get the message here

Once you explicitly tell him you think you’re just too big to sit on his lap he kind of freaks

Like full on grabbing your face and shaking his head trying to do anything to convince you, you most definitely are not too big to sit on his lap

Once he convinces you he’s kissing you everywhere until you giggle cause he hates seeing his baby upset :(

Noya

I’m so sorry but at first he doesn’t even comprehend it’s an insecurity you have and thinks you’re nervous about it because of his size

“Wow, never heard ‘tiny but mighty’ babe?”

Like noya baby pls, this ain’t about you 😭

Is quite literally begging you to sit on his lap at home until you get frustrated and tell him you’re worried you’ll “crush” him because of your size - not his

He’d be kind of caught off guard at first but within seconds he’s reassuring you that’s not something you need to be worried about at all, not with him

Very similar to Yamaguchi he’s gonna convince you to give in and then absolutely smother you with affection afterwards

He’s now made it his goal to change your mindset about your size and add some more positive connotation - baby boy loves you :(

Tsuki

Will not take no for an answer either 😭

AT FIRST HE TAKES IT PERSONAL NGL

LIke he’s sitting there looking at you thinking you’re commenting on his body type like “what, you think I’m built like a string bean so I can’t handle you sitting on my lap 😐.”

AGAIN, this isn’t about you babes

So once you explain to him that no, it’s not about him it’s about you, he just:

“That’s stupid.” LIKE he’s very upset that you feel that way and doesn’t know how to express to you that you aren’t gonna crush him so the only way he knows how to tell you that is that you’re stupid for thinking that way 😭

He’d try to be physically reassuring afterward though

Kissing your forehead and telling you how it makes him sad you think that way, and why don’t you just sit on his lap so he can prove that’s not the case

You’re upset and uncomfortable at first, not really being able to relax, but after some lovin from tsuki and distraction you relax into him and bit and get comfy

He definitely makes it a regular thing so you can feel more comfortable with him :(

Yamaguchi

One of the most reassuring for sure!

The moment he felt your unease or a hint of apprehensiveness at the idea of sitting on his lap he’s investigating

Holding your face in his hands and asking you what’s wrong like 🥺

When you tell him you’re insecure about being too heavy to sit on his lap he’s definitely heartbroken, but knows this isn’t about him

So he’s quickly leaving really light kisses on your cheeks and hands promising you that’s not the case whatsoever all while he’s slowly coaxing you onto his lap

Once he’s gotten you to actually do it he’s all smiley and blushing - he’s smiling so big you can actually feel it when he’s kissing you

“Mmmmm, wanna nap?”

Just overall very affirming and attentive to your feelings :(

Kageyama

If you acted any bit shy or insecure about sitting on his lap he’d be ~so so confused

He’d be home from a long day of practice and flop down on the couch and all he wants is to be smothered by his baby 😭

He’s grumpy and just kind of grunts when you sit down next to him to talk about your day and ask about his and he just kinda reaches out to you and starts grabbing at your hips and you’re like 😳 uh yes?

You wouldn’t be budging and he’d get this pout and be all “sit on my lap 😡 I wanna cuddle”

Him asking for affection so bold like this isn’t always common for him so you don’t wanna say no BUT you’re also insecure about being too heavy so you just kinda pull him towards you and shake your head

“Why don’t you lay on me instead? I’ll play with your hair hmm?”

He’d just kind of look at you like ..... but I want you to lay on me and I can play with your hair

LMAO AND NOW YALL ARE JUST LOOKING AND KIND OF GENTLY TUGGING AT EACH OTHER LIKE 😕

But unsurprisingly the 6’2 beefy professional volleyball player is stronger than you so he just stands up and PICKS you up instead and then carries you to the bedroom where he flops down with you laying on him

At first you’re kind of frustrated and insecure cause you didn’t tell him why you were avoiding it cause you didn’t want to bring it up but then you hear Kageyama sigh and start rubbing your back from his spot underneath you and you soon realize this mf just passed out

Surely if he’s ok with you LAYING on him maybe sitting on his lap next time won’t be so awful

Hinata

Another confused baby but actually realizes somethings wrong 😭

Y’all are having a simple movie night with some pals all cuddled up on the couch and he notices there’s not too much room there, unless you sit on his lap of course, which he obviously likes the idea of

The movies playing so he tugs on your shirt a little to get your attention and whispers to you about sitting on his lap

But instead of happily hopping on like he imagined, you look away and shake your head, mumbling something about paying attention to the movie

There’s people over so he knows now isn’t the right time to pry, but he can also tell when you’re even the tiniest bit upset so he’s not gonna forget to mention something to you later tonight

You two would be getting into bed that night when he’d bring it up

“Hey, did something happen today?”

You’d tell him no but unfortunately for you he doesn’t stop asking different kinds of questions until he gets you to talk about it

When you mention that you’re insecure about being too heavy for those kinds of affection he would get so so sad, like looking at you like this ☹️ nearly tearing up

Cause he just sees it as him not doing his job as your s/o to make you comfortable and happy with him - even if that’s not actually the case

He won’t stop asking always for you to cuddle him like that but he won’t pester if you say no - you will see him get a lil pouty though

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I hope you guys enjoyed!!

requests are open ( I miss hq pls feel free to send some in :((()

taglist: @plutowrites @sweet-darling91

[pixie-cocaine]

Down A Peg

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Businessman!Brat!Jinyoung × Dominatrix! Reader

Warnings: Pegging, slight mistress kink, dirty talk, Jinyoung cries lol, pretty harsh punishment (rough caning. don't worry tho, the after care makes up for it. Probably.), mentions of breaking skin from caning wounds and bruising 😬, slapping, hair-pulling, strapjob, fingering (m receiving), nipple play, degradation, just pure filth man 💀

Requested: months ago, but yes

Note: Jinyoung has a key at some point and it disappears, but you're not gonna say shit about it. Also it gets lazy near the end, excuse the grammar mistakes.

Word Count: 6.3K (pls don't let this flop, I am exhausted 🤩)

The last thing Jinyoung thought he’d be doing, was going to a professional Dominatrix session. If anyone had even dare mentioned the idea, say a month beforehand, he’d give them the nastiest grimace manageable and avoid them like the plague, not that he didn’t do that to anyone who tried to weasle their way into his private life anyways. It made even his own subconcious howl with laughter at the position Jinyoung had put himself in now.

So much for trying to s tay away, huh?

He didn’t even think something like this could happen. Hell, one minute he was filing more stacks of papers as his assistant talked his ear off, which he had vehemently told her not to do, and the next he found himself bored, and scrolling through a Domme website the night that followed.

But here he was; standing outside the neat black building with his phone in one hand, and a hand cupped in his pockets as he raised an eyebrow before going in. Past the glass doors, he found his surroundings consiting with soft shades of brown. A mahogony reception desk sat to the front of him against a wall, a long hallway next to the desk, and neutral white lights giving the atmosphere a professional look. His legs moved on their own accord while he focused on stabalizing his breathing, not used to the clamminess now making his palms sweat against his sides, and before he knew it, he was standing at the front of the office. 

A woman in her early-to-mid twenties sat before him, smile sweet and chestnut brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were soft, almost inquisitive as they assessed Jinyoung’s appearance and outfit, which consisted of a beige turtleneck and black dress pants. She seemed pleased with the effort he put into his looks if her satisfied hum was anything to go by. 

“Hello, are you here for an appointment?”

Her voice was cheery, like the chime of a bell, and her face beamed with a radiance that Jinyoung wouldn’t think someone who worked in her place of job would exude. He cleared his throat, “I am, yes.”

“Your name?”

“Park Jinyoung,” she nodded and typed something into the computer to her left.

“And your mistress for the night is Madame Black, correct?”

Jinyoung felt odd with how casual this was going. He’d expected.. something else? No, that was a lie一Jinyoung didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a bad experience, he guesses. He just wasn’t used to the way this was such an open transaction, as if he was going to the doctor’s for a checkup or something. It left him confused as he thought of a couple of his previous encounters with people he trusted on his sex life. The way they scrunched their faces in a disapproving frown when he said he wanted to try subbing, only to backpedal at his embarrasment. The rest just flat out didn't know what they were doing. It was almost laughable how little they knew. But this... This seemed like a whole new ballgame.

“Yeah,” He shook his head in confirmation, the sudden movement making him look like an overenthusiastic dog. The woman laughed at the new show of excitement and leant over the console so she could murmur to him despite the space being completely empty, save for both of them, of course. 

“Third door down the hall, you’ll know it’s hers when just standing outside of it makes you wanna piss your pants. Don’t forget to change into one of the robes in the room just to your left. Oh! And just a heads up, Jinyoung,” She smiles with a mischevious glint in her eye and reaches out to drop a black key into his awaiting hand, “She may seem nice, but Madame is not one who tolerates brats. Do go in with the knowledge that she’s not afraid to bite.”

Jinyoung raises a brow at her tease, but smiles back at her nonetheless, "Who says I'm afraid of being bitten?"

With a jerk of his head in what he hoped was a nod, he fought not to not scurry down the hall in his newfound anticipation, smirking to himself at the knowing face of the desk worker. 

Jinyoung was jittery with each step that brung him closer to his destination, which now stand a couple feet from him, the deep ebony-shaded door looming with a question that made Jinyoung have second thoughts despite thinking it through for hours; ‘Can I handle what’s behind this door?’

Jinyoung rakes a shaky hand through his hair, trying to take deep breaths as he pushes the cold metal of the key into the lock, twisting it to the right until he hears the telltale Click! Of the latches unslotting while he turns the handle and pushes the inlet open, taking a moment to survey the room before him, then kicks the door closed after he steps inside. Of course he can. If the voice in the back of his head said anything, it probably wouldn’t even be a good experience much different to the other ‘dom’s’ he’s had sex with.

Almost immediately, the tart scent of lavender wafts into his nose. The room was spacious, dimly lit by the soft golden glow of candles occupying the corners which cast shadows across the silky wine carpet, and the delicate shades of a peachy pink had consisted of the walls surrounding him. A king-sized bed with fluffy red covers sat against the back wall, a plush pink chair facing it, and you perch right at the bottom of the bed. Jinyoung feels his heart shake at the sight of you.

Just the way you sit with your legs crossed over one another had his cock stirring behind the silk black robe that curtains his naked frame. You wear a gorgeous tan lingerie set, the top is a thin see-through camisole which stops just above the curve of your upper stomach, displaying the supple mounds of your breasts over a sheen of lace, and the bottoms are a simple high-arch panty, the same fabric and look of the top, but with a skirt-like covering which flutters around the curves of your hips whenever you move. The fact that the set shown your bare body in such a delicate show of wispy materials was what made Jinyoung even more worked up. Your position was relaxed as you sat, holding a glass of champagne, and you cocked your head to the side slightly upon Jinyoung’s arrival. You offer a smile.

“Why hello there!” You gleam, and at the sheer enthusiam which you eminate, Jinyoung finds himself mirroring the smile without his own accord. Something about you just dusts away all of Jinyoung’s previous nerves.

“Hey,” Jinyoung sifts through his head to find the right words, “Madame Black?”

You giggle at the way he says it, obviously giving away that he wasn’t fully aware of what he was about to get himself into, “Yes, that’s me. You must be Park Jinyoung, I’m assuming?”

A nod was your answer.

"Don't be shy, take a seat," you nod towards the chair before you, and Jinyoung obliges, smiling at you as he goes to sit himself down in front of you.

"First of all, I would like to discuss boundaries, even if I’ve already gone over the form you filled out," you begin with a wink, "what’s your opinion on rimming and ass-play in general?”

Jinyoung feels his eyes bug out slightly at the way you so seamlessly jump into it. Shameless, aren’t you? But he isn’t complaining.

He clears his throat and, suddenly unable to look you in the eye, settles his gaze on his lap as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, “I’ve dabbled in it by myself but never really experienced proper ass-play things with somebody else,” mustering up his courage to flick his eyes back to yours, he smirks, “I’d like to try it with you if possible.”

You nod, “how about being rough with you? Hair-pulling, slapping, throat-fucking, etcetera?”

He seems to strongly approve if the fast dipping of his head means anything, and if that weren’t enough to give you a gist to how much he liked the idea, he isn’t afraid to say so.

“Anything that will leave me sore, I’m completely into. I like seeing the after effects.”

“Cum-eating and degradation?”

“Very eager to try.”

“Alright, anything else you’d like to add into the mix?”

Jinyoung muses, then shakes his head, to which you hum at. 

“Now, Jinyoung, I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer with a very well thought-out response,” you raise an eyebrow at the brunette, eyeing him down like the first meal you’d seen in days, “Are you sure you want to do this?

Jinyoung can feel his heart thrum against his ribcage, like the hard beat of a drum, when he hears your words. You were definitely experienced in this, even someone with half a brain could tell. He could feel his lips stretch into a smile, an idea coming to mind as you gently set your champagne glass on the floor a couple steps away from your feet, then sit back up to cock your head to the side. 

“If I’m being honest, Madame,” He scorns the name out, mocking your authority, “I don’t think you’ll be any better than the self-proclaimed ‘dom’s’ that I’ve been with.”

"Huh."

"I mean—look at what you're wearing—how am I supposed to believe that this is a dominatrix scene and not a sub session where I can easily just knock you around?"

Wow.

You can’t quite bite back the loud, boisterous peals of laughter that bubble up frrom your chest fast enough when you finally register his words after staring at him for a couple seconds, vacantly blinking at the brunette and trying to figure out if you heard him right. You wipe a tear from your eye, still tittering, “And what makes you think that just because I'm wearing delicate and frilly lingerie doesn't mean I can't fuck your guts out, Mr. Jinyoung the powerful CEO?”

Jinyoung frowns, “How do you know that I’m a CEO?”

God, this was getting more interesting by the moment.

Shaking your head, you rake your eyes up the sultry expose of his hardened calves and legs, slowly meeting his eyes once more, and grinning as you do so, “You must think I’m dumb. You act like that smug little face of yours isn’t plastered all over the city. Regardless..,” You lean forward, "Yes or no, Jinyoung? I promise, I'm well worth the money."

Jinyoung thinks for a moment, still in shock from the mention of his job, even if he already knows his answer before he says it. This was his chance to experience what he'd always wanted. Maybe. You already knew his kinks due to the form he had to fill out, as well as the little transaction, so he had no doubt that you knew which buttons to press, but he wanted to know if you could take him beyond his limits like he's always hoped for. If you knew how to press those buttons just right, or if you were just another let-down with a more professional look and platform. This was it, and he was going to make you work him over as much as you could.

"Yes, I'm sure I want to do this."

Jinyoung feels a shudder wrack his shoulders at how smoothly your facade transitioned to one of pure intimidation and stony expressions. The smile that once graced your seemingly sweet attributes was now wiped away and replaced with a carefully adept mask of indifference.

You keep his stare whilst you bend down to retrieve a big, black wooden box from beneath the bed, setting it beside you as you stand from your spot and lift the lid from the case to pull out a leather clasping, as well as a thick and textured blue dildo which was, admittedly, one of your biggest straps. You look to Jinyoung as you began attaching the proper clippings and belts in order to fasten it around your hips.

“On your knees.”

Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Jinyoung slowly pushes himself away from the chair and sinks down to his knees, mouth watering at the authority in your tone of voice, and blood beginning to heat underneath his skin as you secure the harness and move to close the distance between the both of you. Deft fingers trace the sharp lining of Jinyoung’s jaw, trailing a line to the dip of his chin before taking it between your thumb and forefinger with a force that worries the bone slightly. 

He's pretty, you think. One of the prettiest men that have ever occupied your time as a dominatrix, with full lips and features that would deem him model-worthy. You smile. You would have fun making a mess of him.

“Safeword?”

Jinyoung is taken aback for a moment, allegedly in a daze to the golden view from below you. “Hm... 'Promotion'?" He smiles at his own small joke.

You hum, grabbing the ribbed silicone that stare back at Jinyoung, and pressing the tip to the seam of his mouth with short, prodding impels.

“Open,” you murmur.

He obeys, albeit after frowning slightly; letting his lips part to engulf the width of your strap, wasting no time in stooping his head lower so he could stop midway on your cock, his throat constricting around the foreign object now lodged in his passage. You moan down at him with a hand raking through the soft tresses of his hair in appreciation at his eagerness. 

“Suck.”

And he does.

Jinyoung started out strong at first; bobbing his head as he craned his neck this way and that to really go in on you without hesitation, hollowing his cheeks and looking up at you with a determinbed look, but after a while of swallowing your cock like he had one chance to impress you, he makes a rasping sound in the back of his throat, vaguely like the creaking of bed springs, followed by a lewd slurping noise before he goes to pull away. You catch the back of his head with a hand, raising an eyebrow as you shove him back down to where he’d stopped previous.

Jinyoung gags, a beautiful, surprised chuck of sound that makes you sigh at the way he sought for purchase at your thighs, a poor attempt to steady himself when you were already pulling back to drive your cock back down his throat with a fist-full of his hair. A range of noises that originate from Jinyoung bounce off the walls of the room, mostly different variations of kecks and physical strains on his trachea, but some being choked-off whimpers and half-strangled gasps of which he could actually get in between you fucking into his face and withdrawing. 

You finally slow your pace to more shallow strokes, and looking past the pretty shine of Jinyoung’s now tear-stained face, you can see the tent in the flap of his robe. You favor him with a devilish grin, one that he sadly can’t see due to staring down at where you had your cock in his mouth.

“Look at me, whore,” the stern demand comes out in a throaty growl as you use your hand, still laced within the damp tresses of his hair, to yank his head back and up at you, resulting in both a muffled yelp and the back of Jinyoung’s neck popping at the sudden movement.

The sight was immoral in every sense of the word. His swollen lips, which were wrapped around the pink cock strapped to your hips, were left hanging open with obvious smears of glistening drool, still seeping from the corners, his cheeks streaked over with it in some places and mixing the stream of drying tears falling from his wide eyes. You can hear him begin to gag around the strap, considering he is shoved down to the hilt, but you only push his head down and keep him there. Instead, staring in amusement at the way he sputters and coughs, wanting to savor how his face begins to turn a lovely shade of red. When you are certain he can’t breathe, you pull him off and let him drink in desperate gulps of much needed air, the soft peach color returning to his face when his lungs begin to relax. 

Stunning, you think.

Jinyoung gasps when you force him up to his feet by his hair, practically stumbling when you turn the two of you around so you can then proceed to to shove him onto the bed, ignoring the groan of the springs due to the impact. His head is a mess from the influxion of air he experiences. Only the ache between his legs keeping Jinyoung tied to this world as he softly pants, laying on his forearms with glossy eyes locked on yours and how you follow suit; crawling onto the bed and taking place hovering right over him. Jinyoung moans lowly when you lean in to press open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, against his jawline, your hand snaking down the expanse of his hidden body to pull at the tied robe sash, and you treat yourself with a peek down at how it falls open to reveal everything he had to offer. Smoothing your fingers along the breathtaking show of defined muscle and healthy flesh, you curse.

“Of course such a little brat would have a fantastic body...”

Jinyoung lets out a complacent laugh at your subtle annoyance. He knows he has a good body, and he knows he's attractive, which makes you all the more irritated, considering he is perfect in every way, and you have no doubt in your mind that he uses it to get what he wants. 

“You sure are taking your time,” He gripes out, hoping to stir your anger.

You snicker at him, and without thinking too much of it, strike him across the face, not waiting for his head to fully turn to the left before you grab his cheeks, force him back to you, and slap him again. 

Once. Twice. Three times.

You feel his cock twitch against your thigh, and his mouth parts in pleased shock as he breathes.

“Say it again, bitch"

"I said, you sure are taking your—Ah!"

He's momentarily shocked into silence when you immediately shove your hands under his waist to hoist Jinyoung's legs behind his head, essentially folding him in half and displaying his exposed bottom, which is just as gorgeous as everything else about him. That's saying something, because an asshole, dick, and balls shouldn't even be in the same sentence as 'gorgeous.'

Jinyoung doesn't have time to protest, because as soon as he opens his mouth to fuss, he feels a strong, harsh slap land right on his hole. He yelps, kicking his feet out the best he can until he cries out again upon registering the next three smacks that rain down on the same spot.

"Rude, rude, boy. Has nobody ever taught you that you shouldn't speak back to your Mistress?" You growl, blowing cool air over his fluttering rim before patting his ass gently, "Stay like this or else I'm shoving an inflatable plug up your ass and stretching you until you rip."

Shaky and wanting, Jinyoung let's out a breath, doing as you say and hooking his hands into the back of his knees in order to press down and stay in said position. It unfortunately does put a strain on his lower back, but as much as he likes punishment, he's not betting on having his poor butt mercilessly torn open like you promised.

"What's your favorite color?"

The question half-startles him, "Red...?"

"Good choice," You chirp, and like that, you're holding his legs in place again; dangling a bottle of reddish-tinted lube over him as you happily squirt the cool gel onto his hole and two of your fingers. You tease him—gently running your hand up the soft skin of his left leg whilst you push the pad of your digit against his entrance, letting it breach slightly before pulling back to do it again.

"Tell me you want it."

He groans, "I want it..."

"Yeah?" You lie your cheek on his thigh, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. You love how exposed he is right now. Vulnerable to your gaze, and letting you touch him in such lewd ways. You always liked these parts of your sessions—where you could see the raw arousal in their faces. Letting your hand slide from Jinyoung's thigh to his cock, you begin simultaneously stroking him and, finally, pushing your fingers into his ass. He suddenly jerks upwards the best he really can with his legs behind his head, and you already know that both the sensations combined feel odd for him.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, half-wanting him to say it does so you can see the look on his face when you add another finger. But he doesn't, thankfully, and you whisk away the sadistic thoughts that you don't really want there. Instead, he shakes his head with a weak noise of slight discomfort.

"It doesn't hurt, but it feels... Weird?" Jinyoung doesn't seem so sure of himself when he actually says the words out loud. The confused frown knitting his eyebrows together mimes that of someone who was deciding on whether they liked something or not.

"Mm. Give it a minute."

And he does. He breathes heavily at the still-going stimulation to his cock, furrowing his brows everytime you move your fingers in a strange way as you try and find a pace, then, like clockwork as your digits graze upwards of his walls, he gasps, loud and surprised.

"Oh? Did I find it?" You grin, raising an eyebrow whilst continuing to abuse that spot inside of him. You revel in the way he moans. It's actually very melodical, everytime he reaches a high note it sounds like he's about to start singing, and it catches you off-guard when he keens before letting his lower body fall against the bed.

You tsk and shrug, "I was gonna be nice but it looks like you're just itching for punishment."

"Well what the hell did you expect when you put me in a painful position like-"

Thwap!

You give him another good slap to the face, then, almost too aggressively, force him to the edge of the bed so you can bend him over.

"Don't look at me, keep your eyes on the floor or I'll make it worse," you murmur, and with a mischievous smile, you walk over to the large black closet to the side of your bed. You can hear Jinyoung's heavy breathing reverberating throughout the room the entire time it takes to fetch your trusty cane and take position back behind Jinyoung.

The cane is long, about the height of a relatively high-standing desk, and decorated with accents of blood red while the rest is tinted a ravishing mulberry purple. It's thick at the top which makes it easy to hold onto, and it begins to slight as it reaches the the tip, which is skinny and carefully rounded.

"So, here's what we're gonna do," you begin, running your fingers up and down the polished rattan, "I am going to hit you with this cane as hard as I can, and you are going to count each and every stroke that I put on your thighs and backside. Do you hear me?"

Jinyoung sucks in a breath, but nods his head nonetheless.

"Come on, you know better. I need you to say it."

"Yes, I hear you."

"Hear you, what?" You lean forward to whisper into the shell of his ear, enjoying the way he lets out a small whimper and pushes his ass back against you.

"Yes, I hear you, Mistress..."

"Good Boy. Now, spread your legs a bit, and when you feel the cane, begin counting."

Jinyoung does as told easily enough; widening the space between his feet until his legs stand out in a small 'v' shape, and waiting in anticipation for you to begin the punishment. He can hear the blood rush in his ears.

Shwoop- thwack!

The pain that surges in a line against both cheeks is nothing short of winding. He thought it'd sting a bit at most but fuck, he had trouble keeping his legs from wobbling.

"One!" He shrills.

Shwoop- thwack!

"Two!"

Shwoop- thwack!

"T-Three!"

It feels like it goes on for forever if he's being honest. It's the same pain, but it gets worse with each swing and cut. It doesn't help that your cane had broken skin and drawn blood every couple strokes to both the backs of his thighs and cheeks, and you kept on hitting the same wounds.

"Twenty... twenty-one.."

"My good boy.. you did so, so well," You all but coo, dropping the cane to the floor with a thud as you lean forward to drape yourself over his back, careful not to make contact with his injuries whilst you trail your fingers between his legs so you can continue stroking his cock, grip loose and barely touching him with each swipe over his shaft.

"It hurts...!" Jinyoung's voice wavers, and you can finally hear the submission in his tone. You like hearing him like this; on the edge of breaking down, sobbing out his pain and pleasure, and all for you.

You smile, tightening your fist around his tip and holding it there just to savor the way he cries out and reaches down to try and stop your administrations, "But you like when it hurts, don't you? You like seeing how bad of a boy you'd been, and you like feeling those repercussions wear off even more, no?"

"N-no..."

"Mistress doesn't like liars, baby. Say you're sorry and maybe I'll make the pain feel better," You hum, only the slightest of touches ghosting against Jinyoung's nipples, butterfly kisses on the back of his ear.

"I'm sorry.. I-I'm sorry..!"

"Move up the bed. Hands and knees, still."

He's crying as he carries out your command, you realise. Tears, shiny, like the first drops of rain, run in flexuous tracks down his cheeks, and a blush dusts the ball of his nose. He makes no noise, but you can see the stutter of his chest and the way his breath hitches everytime he tries to take in a full inhale.

"See what happens when you don't listen to your Mistress? She has to hurt you, and she doesn't quite like hurting you to the point of drawing blood," you sigh and can't help but frown at the marks left on his body, especially the way you can identify the blooming bruises, which range from pretty shades of red to slowly darkening purples. Not to mention the many long cuts that litter just above the bruises.

"I-I'm sorr-sorry," Jinyoung involuntarily hiccups, and the way he reaches back and out for your top, tugging at the hem to get you to come closer, undoubtedly makes your mask slip a bit.

"Don't-.. don't look at me like that.."

But he keeps doing it. He keeps looking at you with those eyes. Those eyes that plead and beg in only the ways that make your body light aflame with desire to see him break completely under your touch.

"Fuck me... Please fuck me," He whispers, still looking at you from over his shoulder and holding onto your camisole.

"I bet you do. You've had that look in your eyes ever since you walked through the door. Don't worry, though. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you hard enough to make your mind go blank, and I'll fuck you good enough that everytime you touch yourself, you'll wish it was my hands instead of yours," you crawl onto the mattress and keep direct eye contact as you do so. You want him to take in the fire in your eyes, and know that you mean everything you say.

And from the way he whines upon your hand encasing his throat when you take place behind him, lining yourself up with his entrance with your breath hot on the back of his neck, he gets the memo.

"Have you ever had a cock inside you, Jinyoung?"

"Only finger-ers," He gasps out, still catching his breath to make coherent sentences as his crying dies down.

You nod into his shoulder, "We're gonna take this part slow, then, okay? Deep breaths.. I'm pushing inside, now."

The stretch is slow and, admittedly, overwhelming; the way your strap's textured shaft tenses his walls around the thickness of it's outer layers has him clutching and the sheets and making all sorts of noises, from groans to whimpers, from low-tones to high-notes, then finally, you bottom out. Your hips meet the plush skin of his ass, which he yelps at, and you take a moment to massage the column of his neck, trying to get him to relax as much as possible. It is his first time with a dick up his ass, after all, and he'd just taken a brutal punishment with, from the looks of it, painful consequences.

"What's the traffic light say, Jinyoung?"

He knows what it means, and when he's actually asked the question, it sparks a sort of satisfaction in him. He means wow, someone who actually checks in with him during sex and doesn't just do whatever they want without making sure he's ok with it.

"Green. Just go slow, please? It still hurts a bit."

He's surprised when you actually listen to him, and begin pacing yourself slower; careful movements of your hips, barely even registered as thrusts, and soft brushes over the hardness of his nipples once again as a distraction from any lingering uncomfort.

"Is it ok to go faster?"

He nods, and turns his face to the side so he can look at you properly. He looks so good like this; watery eyes and a needy expression painted on his face like glass.

It's then that you find yourself kissing him.

It catches him off-guard, obviously, but he leans into it nonetheless, and damn did you know how to kiss. Your lips were sweet against his, mouth moving in tune with his own and it was quite easy for you to take control of things. One squeeze to his throat and he was putty.

You don't even notice that you're thrusting into him too fast until he grabs at your hip from behind and whines into your mouth, which makes you want to go all the more faster, but you don't. You groan, nibbling his lip before you pull away with a grin, and weave your hand into his hair so you can gently push his face into the covers. His arch is gorgeous. Just like the rest of him, you think.

"Jesus, you're a sight.. you know that?"

From the neat curtain of bangs, you can faintly see Jinyoung smile, "Do you like it?"

"Baby you know I like it," You curse as you smooth a hand down the sultry slope of his back, all muscled and strong yet delicate in a way that you find hard to explain.

He moans, loud and clear for you, "Then show me, mistress. Please?"

'Showing him' would be an understatement of what you did. It was like you were possessed; one moment he was on his hands and knees, looking back at you with that fucking face, and the next, you had him flipped over on his back, drilling into him like your life depends on it. You don't know how long you fuck him, but you know that you were in a daze as you snap back to the present.

It's brutal, the way you pound into him. Rough, animalistic, and downright cruel. He's trying his best to stay tethered to this world, but you make it extremely hard with the way you bull his knees into his own chest and stare at him, long and heavy, with each other's foreheads touching and a hand jerking him off at a rapid speed. He wails and cries out every couple seconds, his voice now strained in his throat and wearing thin like the threads of an old spiderweb.

"Is this what you fucking wanted? Huh? Well here it is so fucking take it, bitch. Take it all and don't you dare waste it or else I swear you'll regret it," You growl, your teeth clenched hard enough to put pressure on your gums as you unhook your arm from under his left knee and instead use it to choke him. He struggles at the lack of blood going to his brain, but nods regardless.

"I-I'm c—oh my god please—I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"

"Then fucking cum, you filthy whore. Do it, all over your stomach. Make Mistress proud, hm? Make her proud of her good little fuck doll, I know you can do it, baby."

Letting go of Jinyoung's throat has more of an effect than you anticipated. The influx of air and blood, paired with his approaching orgasm, quite literally throws him headfirst into his climax. His mouth falls open in a silent scream as he writhes and twitches, spilling white on his lower abdomen, and one shot even glances him on the collarbones.

It's silent for a moment as he catches his breath, still shaking, and that's when you make the decision of discarding your strap-on into the basket near your closet with a single toss. Jinyoung, on the other hand, is on cloud 9. He feels like he's floating in a golden sea of bliss, which clouds of cotton candy hanging overhead, and he barely registers it when he feels your fingers on his body once again.

He looks down, "Hm..?"

"Pfft holy shit, look at you," You bring your palm to your mouth as you giggle at the man's euphoria, "Yeah.. Oh yeah, you're definitely feeling it, huh? Told you I was worth the money."

"No shit. That was... Jesus, that was insane."

"Mm thanks, pretty. Sit still, I'll be right back."

You hop up off the bed with another quick glance at Jinyoung before you disappear behind a misty glass door. While you're doing.. whatever you're doing, Jinyoung takes the time to sit up and try and find a comfortable position because of course it's now that everything finally settles in.

"Ow, fuck!" He hisses at the pain of trying to sit on his ass with all the cuts on it.

"Yeah, about that, put your butt up for a moment?"

He frowns, but upon seeing the tube of ointment in your hand as well as baby wipes and a lollipop, sighs and reluctantly bends over.

"I know, I know, but don't worry, it'll only sting a bit. Also, make sure to apply some Neosporin or disinfectant on the backs of your thighs and bottom until they begin to scab up." You drone on about how to take care of the injuries whilst applying the salve, the basics on how to not exercise while they're still open because the sweat can cause an infection, the usual things. When you're done both rubbing the medicine on him and giving him a jog through cautions, you finally twist the covering on the tube of ointment and reach for the wet wipes before meeting Jinyoung's eyes again.

"Roll on your back, please. Feet up in the air and spread your legs so I can see everything."

"Why?"

"Because," you smile, already nudging him to move into position, "You're all messy. I need to clean you up, don't I? Now come here, I even have a lollipop for you since you did so well."

It's soft how you take care of him, Jinyoung thinks. The mood switch is completely different from what you were like when you were fucking him like you hated him, because now, you're so concerned about whether you're pressing the wipes too hard onto his skin as you swipe the cold sheet between his legs and rear end.

"I'm sorry," you say, slowing down on cleaning him to snort at how hard he sucks on the light green candy, admiring how at peace he looks with the warm expression he wears.

"For what?"

"I probably went a little too hard on you. This was your first actual time with an experienced domme, and I'm afraid that I could've ruined it for future references."

"Oh no, don't feel bad. I liked it."

"You did?" Your eyebrows shoot up.

"Of course. This is probably the best I've felt in literal months."

And he smiles. He smiles genuinely one of the most breathtaking smiles you've ever seen, with a slight fan of creasing around his eyes from the rise of his cheeks, and a laugh like pure beauty. You return it.

"Well, I'm glad I could help, Jinyoung. Now, I think it's about time for you to go, considering the session is officially over, and you most likely have a lot of work in the morning," You wink and stand from your spot on the bed.

Jinyoung allows you to help him back inside his robe, even rub the dried tear tracks off his cheeks, and before he knows it, he's slowly walking away from your assigned room, looking back at you as you stand in the doorway with a hand on your hip.

"Goodbye, Madame Black."

"Goodbye, Mr. CEO. Come again sometime, I'm sure you'd love to be taken down another peg."

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When was the last time you were surprised, in a pleasant way? Wednesday when Bea had food delivered to my house. One of our clients was hosting a roundtable session and our task was to order food to be delivered to the attendees’ house, and it turns out she snuck in an order for me as well. 

It was super touching and I tried to do a nice deed yesterday by getting food for her as well; but as I mentioned on my previous survey, I got paired with a scammer delivery guy instead who ended up stealing my order...that I already paid for... :( It was such a flop and I ended up having to give away the surprise to Bea since I had to check if she received it, and that’s when I learned she never got anything. I’ll try again next week or whenever I get my money refunded, hahaha.

What color was the last fruit or vegetable that you ate? Green (green onion).

Is there a compliment you've received, that sticks in your mind? I like it whenever I’m told I write well, since that’s my main talent and it’s always nice to be complimented on my skills.

The last time you received a gift, what did the wrapping paper look like? I have no idea but probably red/green and holiday-themed since it most likely had been a Christmas gift.

What was the last book you read? Did you enjoy it? Not reading anything.

If so, what did you specifically like about it?

Anyone you haven't talked to in a while, that you'd like to hear from? Not really. It’d be cool to hang out with Sofie again because I haven’t seen her since our little trip to Nasugbu, but I’m not necessarily waiting on a message from them.

When you were a kid, did you own any accessories with your name on? Probably a bracelet.

Do you own any items of clothing that you haven't yet worn? Yup. I got a yellow romper from one of my aunts for Christmas, but I haven’t had the chance to wear it yet. It’s short and airy, so I’ll probably pull it out once the climate gets warmer again.

Were you awake before 8am today? Yeah, I got up at 4:30 earlier even though I fell asleep at like midnight. I think my body understands that my brain wants me to get as little sleep as possible during weekends so I can maximize my free time, so it woke me up by then.

Is there any food in your house at the moment, that you're looking forward to eating? I still have some of the chicken wings that Bea ordered for me. She got such a huge order and it’s taking me forever to finish the damn box of wings lol.

Is there anyone you know who dislikes the Internet, technology etc.? My grandma refuses to learn how to use a phone or laptop. Which confuses me because usually she’ll ask my mom to relay a message to one of her friends who are on Facebook, and my mom ends up playing messenger. Like pls just get at least a Facebook account if you want to keep keeping in touch with your acquaintances anyway :(((

Name any item in your bedroom that is blue. Trying to remember what’s in my room since I’m currently staying in the living room...and I think I have push pins that are blue.

Is there an ice-cream flavor that you strongly dislike? Which one? Rocky road and Double Dutch. Marshmallows and/or nuts in my ice cream is a big nope.

Are there any cat cafes in your hometown? There could be but I’ve heard little of them. I’m more aware of existing dog cafes.

Do you own any books with an image of a cat on the front cover? I doubt it.

Does anything you own have an image of a bird on it? It’s possible, but again I’m not in my room to check if that’s the case.

Do you know anyone named Abigail? Yes, my mom.

Do you ever use flavored lip balms? I don’t use lip balms at all.

^ If you do, what flavors do you like the most? Kate once had a peanut butter lip scrub that I loooooved to borrow. Other than that, the strawberry ones are nice too.

Does anyone you know own a spaniel? How about an Irish setter? My great-aunt once had a spaniel. Not sure about Irish setters.

What are your plans for the remainder of today? I wanna eat at La Creperie and spoil myself a litle bit, but we’ll see if I’ll have the energy to drive to the mall today. I’ll also have some work to do since we have a presentation on Monday :(

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Have you met somebody that you want to spend the rest of your life with? Yeah, ideally that would’ve been the case but they thought differently. I admittedly still feel the same, but I’ve also since been able to move on and move forward. If that makes sense.

Who was your closest friend when you were 7 years old? Do you still speak to that person? I actually met Angela when we were 7. And yes, we’re still the best of friends. I just shot a birthday greeting video for her mom last night.

Who was the last male you talked to? Does he have facial hair? Technically it was Cooper, but the last male person had been my dad. He does but for the most part he keeps it to a stubble.

How many times does the letter 'R' occur in your full name? Twice; in my first name and in my surname.

Is there anyone you love, whose name starts with 'S'? Sure, I can think of a couple of relatives whose names start with S.

What color is your TV remote? I haven’t used a remote in ages lmao, but if I remember correctly ours is mainly black.

When was the last time you went to a wedding? Who got married? 2007. My uncle and his then-girlfriend, who of course became my aunt when they wed. We’ve since had relatives who got married after that period, but for all those occasions only my parents received an invitation. It’s understandable though, I know they want to save up on costs and stuff.

Name a band you like, that starts with the 2nd letter of your name. One Direction is the only group coming to mind.

Have you ever dressed up as a Disney character? Which one? My 7th birthday gown was inspired by Cinderella’s, but it wasn’t the same exact dress as it was orange.

Have you ever played chess? If so, are you good at it? No. I’ve never been able to understand the rules.

If I wanted to buy you a chocolate bar, what kind should I NOT get? Mr. Goodbar has always been the least exciting chocolate to get hahaha.

Of all your close friends, who have you known the longest? Angela.

Do you own anything that has an image of a butterfly on it? Again, I could. I can’t think of any particular item, though.

Has anyone told you recently that they miss you? Yes, orgmates for the most part.

What was the last song you heard, that made you feel emotional? HYD by Hayley Williams.

What color are the socks you're currently wearing? I’m not wearing any socks right now. < Me neither.

How many friends do you have whose name starts with the letter 'R'? Just Rita.

How many vowels are there in your first name? One. Two if you count y.

When was the last time you took a selfie? Last Saturday, I think.

Name someone you know who has curly hair. Andi.

Have you ever worn orange eye-shadow? Never tried.

Name a song that reminds you of someone close to you. Be Alright by Dean Lewis.

Has anyone ever walked out of your life with no explanation? Yeah but they tried very poorly to keep in touch. It ended up being detrimental to me more than anything else so I took the initiative to be one step ahead and cut ties altogether.

Do you know anyone else with the same first name as you? I can think of one Robyn and one Robin.

Think back to 10 years ago. What TV show(s) were you into? Wrestling programs were all I watched as a 13 year old.

Do you have a favorite T-shirt? What color is it? Yes, one of my wrestling shirts. It’s predominantly white but it has some black and red on it as well.

As a child, did you ever have any scented gel pens or markers? Yessssssss. I spent more time sniffing them than writing with them too, lol.

Name an alcoholic beverage that you dislike. I find whiskey pretty nasty. I hate beer as well but sometimes I gotta drink it, especially when socializing.

Do you own anything that previously belonged to someone else? I wouldn’t say I own them; they do belong to the original owner and I’m just still borrowing them.

Who is the 8th contact in your phone? How did you meet them? That would be Angela haha; we met when we got assigned to be seatmates in 1st grade since our surnames were arranged alphabetically in class.

Is there anyone who sends you messages to say good morning/night? No.

Can you recall the last time you were on a dance floor? March 2020, at a club with mostly Hans’s friends.

Have you ever let someone go, and then regretted it? No.

Do you own any color changing mood jewelry? Nope and I don’t believe in those either so I don’t see a reason why I should get my own.

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Was there anything that you planned to do today, but didn't? It’s only 7:06 AM so I’ll refer to my plans yesterday instead – I wanted to continue working on a Google Slides presentation by nighttime, but I was so tired from my shift yesterday and even got a migraine that I never got around to it. I’ll have to work on it this weekend instead.

Is there anyone you interact with often on social media but not in person? I mean, hasn’t this been the case over the last year with the pandemic? I communicate mainly through social media now, if not through IM apps like Viber.

What color box does your favorite cereal come in? Don’t really like cereal. The closest thing I have to a ‘favorite,’ Cookie Crisps, comes in a white box, though.

Do you have any plates, dishes, mugs etc. with pretty illustrations on them? Nah, don’t really like printed stuff. Angela had a customized Friends-themed mug made for me but I wouldn’t call it an ~illustration, since the main design is just my name styled in the Friends logo.

Does anywhere on your body currently hurt, or feel sore? I actually took a break from this survey to take Cooper for a walk, and I think I can confirm that I definitely have some kind of allergy to grass. My legs were super irritated the whole time and my skin has since turned reddish.

What is your favorite snack to eat with a hot beverage? Croissants.

Is there any advice you have been given, that sticks in your mind? “Let your healing take time,” from Andi. He also accompanied it the advice with an anecdote about this basketball player who insisted on playing even while he was still dealing with an injury, and playing only aggravated that injury so he was forced to sit out for an even longer time than what was initially set for him. That was really helpful and I keep it close to me to this day.

What's the nicest advice you have ever been given about love/relationships? Know when it’s enough and when to leave, and be kind to yourself.

Do you own any adult coloring books? What kind(s) do you like? Yeah, I have like three thick ones. I just haven’t gotten the chance to touch them because for the meantime I only have cheap coloring pencils that start to get dull after a few strokes. I’ve yet to buy a more premium set of pencils.

When was the last time you got some new headphones? Headphones would be 2013 when my dad got me a pair of Beats. Not a big user so I haven’t felt the need to get new ones.

Is there a lamp in your living room? What color is its shade? No but my mom has wanting to get one for a while. She just can’t seem to find one that she likes.

Do you know anyone whose name starts with the letter X? I went to high school with a Xenia. Super nice guy; we were close friends for a while since we were seatmates, and our friend groups also overlapped.

Have you eaten any rice or pasta today? Not yet. I will definitely be eating rice though, because Philippines.

Name a food that you dislike the texture of. I don’t like rice pudding at all, or oatmeal. But those are also taste issues as well as texture issues. < Oooh, oatmeal is a good one. I also could never enjoy marshmallows in my ice cream.

Which of your friends do you confide in the most? Angela.

Have you ever fallen out of love with someone? I wouldn’t say that. There will still always be a part of me that has some sort of feelings for my exes. But the extent to which I love them/care about them fades over time, thankfully. < Yeah, exactly.

^ If so, why do you think that happened?

If you have pets, do you talk to them? Sure.

Are there any TV shows that you strongly dislike, but others seem to love? I tried to get into Grey’s Anatomy or Glee on Netflix, because they were “popular”, but I tried a few episodes, and just couldn’t seem to get into them. < OMG same again, especially with Grey’s??? I tried watching it a couple of weeks ago but I noped out as soon as I heard how poppish the theme song was. I’ve always thought it was a serious drama show but it turned out to have so many teen show elements to it that I was definitely taken aback. The script and some of the acting also kind of sucked, so that was a letdown.

Is there anything you haven't done lately, that you'd like to do soon? Coloring.

Do you own any T-shirts with brand logos on them? Yes, my dad got me a Vegemite shirt from his last contract abroad hahah. He was staying in Australia and I asked him to get a jar of Vegemite so I can finally have a taste, but I think he was scared that I’d hate it and end up throwing out the whole jar so he just got me a shirt instead lol. I’ve also got a Nike shirt somewhere in my closet.

Have you experienced any kind of food cravings lately? Surprisingly not. I’ve been longing to eat at La Creperie again but I’m not craving for anything particular.

Have you watched or read the news today? I watch the news every weeknight since we have it on during dinner.

Describe the cover illustration of the book closest to you. Can’t see any books near me.

Are there any take-away or fast food places close to your house? There’s a McDonald’s literally beside our village, and beside it are a Shakey’s and a Dunkin’ Donuts. There’s also a Burger King right across. If you drive for like five more seconds, there’ll also be a Starbucks.

^ If so, do you ever order food from any of them? Only from Starbucks. I don’t really get fast food anymore.

Is there anything happening tomorrow, that you're looking forward to? Nothing yet so far.

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31 pls

Phew! So, between these 7 requests, I’ve written a fic with prompts 12 and 31. To Anon #2, you can read a fic with prompt 10 (“You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”) here! To Anon #7, you can read a fic with prompt 17 (“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”) here! Prompt 2 is getting dropped in the shuffle. This fic is not going to be smutty, Anon #3, because it just didn’t want to go that way while I was writing it. Hopefully you all enjoy!

It Goes by in a FlashPairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle)Rating: T (mentions of teen drinking, rude gestures)Word count: 1343

12. “You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”

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31. “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

Peter was avoiding the host, even though he couldpractically hear May’s voice telling him what bad etiquette that was. He alsohadn’t brought anything with him; his fingers twisted in the empty pockets ofhis hoodie as he made his way around the side of the house.

Flash’s backyard was large, fenced, and meticulouslylandscaped. With his enhanced vision, Peter could pick out every spot where theobscenely-perfect grass had been folded under the drunken tread of one of hisclassmates. Most people were inside and both the warm yellow light and theirrowdy voices echoed out into the evening. He was hoping she’d be out here. Itseemed to him like the quiet(er) space would lure her, the way sheunintentionally lured him.

“You’re a genius with facts,” MJ said from behind him, “butyou’re really stupid with people.”

Peter had heard her approaching, shoes rustling the lawn.His heart sped up when her voice confirmed it was her. He turned and frowned.

“Are you drinking?” he asked, pointing to the beer bottledangling from her loose, unconcerned fingers.

MJ looked at it too, then snorted.

“No. Our school has a real problem with rebelling throughintoxication, have you noticed that?”

He shrugged.

“Wild bunch of nerds. Kind of unoriginal.” She rolled hereyes while Peter gave her a half-smile. “I took a case of beer into thebathroom and dumped it, then refilled the bottles with iced tea.” MJ took aswig and Peter felt something inside him surge as she pulled her mouth from thelip of the bottle with a pop. “Tasteslike shit.”

She stared at him for a minute, the side of her face cast inthe sunny glow from the nearest window. Peter remembered she’d said somethingto him before being distracted by her plan to assist with their classmates’sobriety.

“I’m stupid with people?” he fumbled out as she watched him.“I’m not― am I?” Her steady brown eyes made Peter immediately second-guesshimself.

MJ gave him a sad smile.

“Some might go so far as to say ‘moronic.’”

“Wha― How― Why do you say that?” He crossed his armsdefensively, pulling the sleeves of his sweater around his fingers.

This wasn’t the conversation he’d been wanting to have withher, not the one he’d put off until the last possible moment. Classes had endedand if he couldn’t spit it out at Flash’s end-of-the-year summer party, hemight not get another chance until school started again in September.

“People like me,” Peter added, hearing his words try to curlup into a question.

“I didn’t call you unlikeable, I called you stupid.” Shesighed and the exhalation could’ve been fogging up his brain, because he didn’tget it. Didn’t get what she meant, why she was saying this…

“You have to be dense,” MJ said under her breath. The tonewas near pleading and it caught his attention right away. “Or just not interested,”she added, glancing away from him.

Did she mean… interestedinterested? Like, interested in her? Did she know he had a crush on her? Wasshe trying to insult him so he’d knock it off and make himself lovesick oversomebody else?

“Not interested in what?” Peter asked. He had to at leastcheck.

Her eyebrows lifted as she frowned, then nodded inacceptance.

“Dense it is,” MJ determined and swung around, heading backtowards the front of the house.

“Whoa, whoa, no!” He darted around in front of her and heldout his arms to make her stop. They’d stepped into a dark patch between thewindows and the light had shifted off her face. “I might not be total sure whatyou’re implying―though I definitely knowwhat I hope you’re implying,” Peter mumbled before raising his voice again.“―but I’m interested.”

She snorted.

“You’re interested? You don’t know what I’m talking aboutand you’re interested?”

“It’s about you,” Peter reminded her. “So… I’m interested.”

Some of the urgency left him and he lowered his arms afterrealizing they were still blocking her path. He huffed out a breath.

“Maybe I’m being stupid right now,” Peter went on before he could shut himself up, “but I’ve beenwanting to talk to you and… and… that’s the whole reason I came.”

His eyes were wide and vulnerable as he confessed. MJ lookedat him, head angled in scrutiny.

“I thought you and Ned just liked coming to these thingsbecause you buy into the idea that being invited to parties equates to socialcurrency.” She drank from her polluted iced tea, eyeing him carefully.

“Ned’s not even here,” Peter told her. “He couldn’t come.”

She appeared genuinely surprised.

“So you’re here for me?”

He nodded, then winced at the sound of something smashinginside the house. Neither of them reacted beyond that. Their shadowy spot feltprivate and valuable and Peter wasn’t ready to leave it. Someone else couldhelp clear up the mess. He’d arrived at this party as Peter and he was going tocontinue to be Peter. No Spidey suit tonight. No getting sidetracked, no usingtricks or name-dropping to try to impress her. With MJ, he just wanted to behimself.

“I’ve really screwed this up,” he said, smoothing his hairdown at the back. “I could’ve said something to you for months, figured out a way to spend more time with you every day.”

Don’t look at her now,he thought. Best case scenario, he’d stumble over his words. Worst case, he’dabandon the whole attempt.

“I just wanna be around you,” Peter blurted out. “And nowit’s summer and I don’t know how I can do that.” He gestured desperately as shestood there, but couldn’t raise his eyes any higher than her knees. “I mean, ifyou have a summer job, I wanna work there with you. If you get up every morningto go for a jog, I wanna jog next to you. If… if you…” Peter gave up and lethis hands flop against his legs. “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

“You want to be mine?”

Slowly, he lifted his eyes to MJ’s face.

“For months,” he ferventlyrepeated. He sighed heavily. “I want… I just want…”

“Stop before you hurt yourself, Parker,” she suggested witha smirk that sweetened the sentiment.

MJ took a step towards him, letting her beer bottle thud tothe grass and tip over, draining into a flawless flowerbed. She gripped hisforearms―he didn’t know which of them was keeping the other on their feet―andbrought her face close to his.

Oh my god, hethought, eyelids lowering. She likes meback.

A blinding light flicked on above them, as abrupt andaggressive as a police helicopter’s spotlight. Then it flicked off again. On.Off. On, off. Peter and MJ squinted to see Flash’s face at the nearest window.He had to be shining a security light on them, some kind of burglar-deterringmotion detector, its power corrupted in Flash’s hands. It was easier to hearhis laughter than to make out his expression―bright spots were blooming andwiggling like bubbles in Peter’s vision.

“Awww,” Flash crooned in a patronizing tone. “Are you guysgonna kiss?”

Peter’s face was hot with discomfort and the sensation ofhis chance, his one chance, with MJslipping away from him. She’d probably take off and lie low until September.She’d―

But no. One of her hands released his arm to firmly giveFlash the finger and the other hand held on tighter.

“Yeah, we are. Jealous?” MJ taunted him right back.

An amazed laugh burst out of Peter and then MJ’sflipping-off hand cupped his jaw, turning his head to face her as she plantedher mouth on his.

Wow. That’s allhis brain could come up with.

“Sorry my mouth tastes like beer-laced iced tea,” she saidsoftly as they pulled apart. Her nose rubbed alongside his.

Peter grinned and nudged his chin forward, brushing his lipsover hers.

“I honestly couldn’t care less.”

[somethingjustsouthofbrilliance]

Heartsick (chapter 3)

@tonystark5ever and I are back with a new chapter. Finally. Progress :D

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Link to chapter 1 (masterlist)

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Chapter Three

“Dr. Rhodes?”

A young voice, quiet and unsure, pulls his attention away from Stark’s retreating back, stopping short his intention to follow after the man.

He turns, frowning slightly at the skinny, curly-haired teen that stands behind him, fiddling nervously with the line of his IV pole.

“I’m… I’m… I’m Peter.  Peter Parker.”

Rhodey feels his lips twitch into a smile despite his unpleasant mood.  “Ah, yes, Mr. Parker. I had the pleasure of listening to you play just now.” He nods toward the room the teen has recently vacated. “Very impressive.” And it had been, the bit he’d heard.

His grin widens as the teen ducks his head at the praise, the tips of his ears flushing pink.  Adorable, Rhodey thinks, amused, and feels the uncomfortable sting of anger at the idea of Tony Stark doing anything that might put the kid in harm’s way. “What can I do for you?”

“I...uh….” Peter starts fidgeting with the IV pole again; throws a hesitant glance at Rhodey’s face.  “I heard your argument with Mr. Stark just now and…”

“I see.” His mood sours instantly; Tony Stark is the last thing he wants to talk about with this kid. He frowns, waiting for the boy to continue with whatever was on his mind.

“You need to get him to hire you back!”

The unexpected nature of the request and the heat of the conviction behind it bring him up short.

“What?”

“I… I mean….” Peter takes a step back, flustered, his gaze dropping back down to the floor.  “Mr. Stark, he’s… he’s a really good guy.  He… he takes care of everyone around him, but he doesn’t really… he doesn’t let others take care of him.” The kid looks up again, brown eyes intent. “And he needs to,” he insists heatedly.  “Especially now. His heart-”

“You’re defending him…” Rhodey can’t quite hide the incredulity coloring his voice.  “Even after what he’s done to you. Taking your place in line?” he adds at the puzzled expression on Peter’s face.

The teen’s expression darkens, his large brown eyes hardening in clear disapproval. “That was my decision,” he says mulishly.  “Mine and my aunt’s. We came to Ms. Potts when we found out from Tony that things were getting worse. We made her agree not to tell him, as a matter of patient confidentiality. He was never supposed to find out about it.”

“Is that so?” Somehow Rhodey had assumed that Peter and his aunt had been kept in the dark. The fact the kid knew about it almost made it worse. “And why is that?”

“Because he never would have allowed it if he knew.” Peter shakes his head, heaving out a dejected sigh before he plops tiredly onto the nearby bench. “I just wanted to help him. I wanted… and now, because it’s me, because he knows it’s me, he won’t…” The teen trails off, eyes momentarily squeezed shut; wraps his fingers around the IV pole in a white-knuckled grip.  When he looks up again, the desperate intensity of his stare nearly forces Rhodey to take a step back.  

“I wouldn’t even have a place in line if it weren’t for Mr. Stark. He is the reason I have a chance to live, Dr. Rhodes! And I… I can’t be the reason he loses his!”

And that right there? Definitely not what Rhodey was expecting to hear.  He frowns down at the earnest, wide-eyed gaze that meets his; bites his lip at the guilt-tinged despair he sees there.  

“Alright, kid.” He knows he’s already given in; doubts there’s anyone alive out there who can stay strong in the face of these imploring puppy eyes.  He just really hopes he doesn’t come to regret this later. “There’s a couple things I need to get straight, and I think you’re the one to help me.”

“What do you mean?”

“How about you tell me all about Tony Stark over a cup of hot cocoa, huh? Start with why you think you owe him your place on the organ recipient list.”

Peter watches him silently for a few moments, his expression wary. Nods, his curls flopping over his forehead. “Okay.”

***

They settle on a bench outside some ten minutes later, Peter cradling a cup of chocolate ice cream he opted for instead of hot cocoa. It’s nice and quiet out here, the air pleasant, tinged with a mild spring morning chill, and Rhodey finds himself relaxing just a bit, letting go of the angry tension he’d been carrying around since daybreak.

“Thanks Dr. Rhodes,” Peter speaks up beside him, poking hesitantly at the mound of chocolate in his cup. “Dr. Banner told me to try and beef up my calorie intake since I can’t eat much.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it,” Rhodey responds, smiling encouragingly as the teen scoops up his first spoonful.  Urges mildly, “Whenever you’re ready, Peter.” He doesn’t want to push the boy, but time isn’t exactly a luxury he has to waste.

Peter’s expression darkens, the second spoonful dropped half-heartedly back into the cup.   “I’m… I’m not supposed to tell anyone about this. I could get in big trouble, but even worse Mr. Stark could get in big trouble. I had to sign some huge non-disclosure agreements, there were lawyers there and everything, it was crazy. If anyone ever found out I told you, then they could sue Mr. Stark and he could even go to jail.” He shoots Rhodey a slightly anxious, pleading look. “So… you… you won’t tell anyone, right Dr. Rhodes?”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Rhodey agrees, his curiosity piqued.

“No, no, I need-- you have to understand. No one can know.”

“Peter. I promise. On my word as a doctor, doctor-patient confidentiality, do no harm, Hippocratic oath. I won’t tell anyone.”

This seems finally enough to reassure Peter and he leans forward, a frown of worry on his face that speaks of a lot of fear and anxiety… more than he would expect for one so young. “Okay, well. It all happened about two years ago. The hospital was losing money, all the political stuff going on right? So they hired a consulting company to come and make it profitable again. You have to understand, there were talks of closing the doors.”

“Right,” Rhodey nods his understanding. He’s not surprised, even given the hospital’s reputation for excellent care; healthcare in general was facing a major crisis and there were systems all over the world taking the same kind of steps in order to keep their doors open.

“So the first thing they do is fire all the administrative people here,” Peter goes on, ice cream forgotten. “Let them go with severance only. I remember it a little bit because the nurses and doctors were in a huge uproar about it, it wasn’t pretty.”

“I’ll bet!”

“Well yeah. So they hire this new guy, Thaddeus Ross.”

Somehow Rhodey thinks the shudder that goes through Peter at the mention of that name has little to do with the morning chill.

“Ross… Yeah, I’ve heard of him. He did some great things for that hospital system in Orlando.”

Peter scoffs. “Wherever you heard about that, I’ll bet it didn’t mention a body count,” he counters darkly.

“No… it didn’t as a matter of fact.”

“Well, I can practically guarantee you that there was one. Because Ross doesn’t come in and fix things, he comes in and he cuts corners. First thing he did after firing the administrators was fire all the experienced nurses and techs. Forced some of the higher paid doctors into early retirement -- claimed their judgement would be called into question and their malpractice insurance would go up, that kind of thing.”

“Peter,” Rhodey cuts in, trying, rather unsuccessfully, to keep the skepticism from his voice, “even if that were true, how could you possibly know about it?”

“Because I’m one of the schmucks that almost got killed!”

“Oh…” He pulls back, stunned silent by the teen’s outburst.  Motions for him to continue.

Peter nods grudgingly, huddles in on himself.  “I was born with hypoplastic left heart syndrome and had, like, three surgeries when I was a baby and all that. I was doing good, real good, until a year ago I got bit by a spider. So like, not normally a big deal, but for me it was. I got super sick. But Dr. Banner… he’s my cardiologist, right? He found a treatment, and it seemed like a miracle because there was nothing anyone else could do. I mean… it was a miracle. Only the drug I was on was crazy expensive, like $20,000 a dose.”

Rhodey lets out a low whistle and Peter huffs angrily in response.

“I have to take it every three months for three years,” he says, nodding toward his IV bag. “Obviously, there was no way for us to afford it. Our insurance wouldn’t cover it because it’s technically not even approved by the FDA. So the hospital was writing it off. You know. They were using it as a charitable donation, which means it technically doesn’t cost them anything because they get the money back in tax credits and government payouts. Only...” Peter falters, a muscle in his jaw twitching.  “Only they weren’t making money off it.” He gives a vicious stab at his now mostly-melted ice cream before hurling the cup into the garbage can with a bit more energy than was strictly necessary.

“Right.” Rhodey can already see where this is heading, and he feels his own fingers itch with the urge to curl into fists. Money. Of course. Of-fucking course! Everything always comes back to money. It was one of the reasons why he’d gone into medicine, to do something about this kind of thing, to do surgery for the right reasons and not to make a buck.

“Yeah! Right!!” The teen slaps his hand palm down on the bench, agitated. “I mean, can you believe I had the audacity to exist and want to live and not have a disease that the hospital could benefit from? Ross came through and he eliminated most of those programs. The ones that helped people.”

“Why don’t people know about it?” Rhodey interjects. “Why wasn’t any of this on the news?”

“Oh it was.” The sharp bitterness in the teen’s voice surprises Rhodey. For as broken, small, and sick as the kid appeared, he had clearly developed quite the backbone.  “The headlines were ‘Local CEO Turns Failing Local Hospital into Model of Health Care Efficiency.’ He’s a jerk but he’s not an idiot! Dr. Banner did what he could but they were threatening his license. There were a couple of assault charges thrown around when Dr. Banner got really mad during a meeting and punched the guy. Satisfying, right? Except now he was suspended and I was getting sicker and sicker because no medicine. And this is the only pediatric cardiac hospital in three states that’s able to deal with my problems. We were looking at moving to Colorado but I was too sick and May, my aunt, had been out of work to take care of me so no money. I was…”

There’s a suspicious hitch in the teen’s voice, his breath coming a little harsh, a little fast. He shakes his head viciously, swipes irritably at his cheeks where thin trails of tears cut a path across anger-flushed skin.

“I was so tired,” he admits in a whisper, “I wished I could just die and get it over with!”

“Okay,” Rhodey exhales past the stunned horror of the teen’s admission, “okay.” Reaches out haltingly to put a soothing a hand on the kid’s trembling shoulder. “Do you… uh… do you need a break from this?”

“No.” It takes him a few moments, but Peter swallows down his emotions; manages to steady himself. “Sorry. It was just… it was hard. I hated it. I was sick and things were getting so much worse. It was hard to see these things taking their toll on May.”

Rhodey gives the boy’s shoulder one last squeeze before letting his hand fall away.  “I imagine she must have been pretty upset.”

“Upset doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Peter scoffs.  “She was furious. And she wasn’t taking it sitting down either. She was calling our legislators, trying to see about the legalities, but we weren’t having any luck. She tried to go after him directly, you know, suing him for medical malpractice. Failure to treat. Medical neglect.” He shrugs, exhaustion written into every line of his body.  

“Like I said, it got ugly.  And here I am… dying because my heart is failing, and I get sick on top of it and it’s looking like the end for me. They start talking about hospice and making me comfortable, but I’m in the ICU in the meantime…”

“What happened?” Rhodey prods cautiously, afraid to push too hard because the kid is a walking war wound and it feels like even the slightest amount of pressure could cause him to bleed out.

Peter blinks as though coming out of a trance, his expression softening, pale lips pulling into a small smile. “Tony Stark happened,” he murmurs, sounding simultaneously awed and fond. “He got admitted the same time as me, just on the adult side, and he was being monitored because he was on some weird drug that was giving him trouble, but he was not so sick as me. He bumped into May in the hallway one time, and they got to know each other a bit. They had a lot in common, you know? Going through all this. Tony, see, he wanted to help, he offered to pay for everything. And May, she was real thankful and she wanted to take him up on it, but the thing is? Ross could just turn around and do it again to some other kid and their family. May said if it happened again it was because of them not fighting so she wanted to keep pushing on.”

Rhodey shakes his head, a bit conflicted. On the one hand there’s an already familiar flare of annoyance at Tony Stark, whose answer to everything seems to be to throw money at it.  Yet on the other - it was a hell of a thing for him to offer to do for someone he had just met.

He also can’t help but admire May Parker’s bravery and tenacity. To go up against the hospital with all of its money and its fancy lawyers all on her own? That took guts.

“One night, Ross himself comes by and says he has a court order to withdraw treatment on my case.”

Lost in thought, it takes Rhodey a moment to realize that the kid is talking again, and once the actual meaning of the words registers, he feels himself grow cold all over. “What??”

“Yeah.” Peter swallows hard several times, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “See… what he’s done is… he’s accused May of child abuse. For doing all these expensive treatments and prolonging my life. He got all these doctors to say that it wasn’t in my best interest, it was causing pain and suffering. He had all these records that showed it was harming me and wouldn’t save my life in the end and he said a third party should be asked to make medical decisions on my behalf. Basically, Ross made it so the government had medical decision-making power over my course of treatment.”

Rhodey sits back, stunned silent once again. He knows there are certain laws for that kind of thing, but they are meant to protect kids from abusive parents, who use medical diagnosis to harm their kids-- Munchausen by Proxy, that kind of thing. He can’t believe anyone would do what Peter’s describing.  It’s… it’s... unconscionable!

“Ross and May get into a big fight, and May… she’s in tears, alright? I hadn’t seen her like that since my uncle died. She starts pleading with him.  Promises to back down if Ross doesn’t withdraw treatment. Says she’ll stop the lawsuits and the push to get the laws changed - drop the whole thing just… just to keep me going.” Peter grits his teeth, his breath hitching once again.  “Ross was in my room, see,” he continues, voice tight with barely controlled emotions.  “He didn’t want anyone witnessing what he was doing, and he’s right in her face, laughing at her tears. And I’m… I’m just lying there like a rag doll, useless!”  

Peter’s face screws up as if in pain, eyes squeezing shut, and Rhodey can’t help reaching for the teen once more; lays a gentle hand on his back.  Peter nods in mute thanks; breathes, slow and deep, in an attempt to calm down, in and out, in and out.

“And then Mr. Stark walks into the room, out of nowhere,” he continues, hoarse, “with like three lawyers in tow. I don’t know who called him or how he got there so fast, I don’t know any of that. He’s just there, looking like a king even in a hospital gown, you know? The lawyers, they’re talking fast, serving Ross with all kinds of notices and cease and desist orders, and there’s even…”

Peter’s voice chokes up a little, and he fists his hands around the edge of the bench, white-knuckled fingers digging in.

“There’s even a restraining order, so he has to leave us alone. He can’t say anything to May or me, not ever again. And he never… he never does. Ross never has talked to us again.  And I start getting my medicine. Because of how sick I got without the medicine, I was moved way up on the list, but then thanks to Mr. Stark, I’m okay now. I’m good to wait. It’s actually good for me to wait, to get stronger, let this medicine heal my body.”

He turns, his gaze boring into Rhodey, intent, pleading.  “But Mr. Stark, he… Dr. Rhodes, he can’t wait anymore. He passes the rope again, he, maybe, won’t be around when a chance comes back up again. That’s why… that’s why we went to Ms. Potts about giving him my spot.”

Rhodey nods grimly, digesting that information.  “What about Dr. Hammer?” he wants to know.  “He did the surgery on Mr. Stark, didn’t he? How did that--”

He trails off, taken aback by the abrupt shift in the teen’s expression.  Peter’s whole face darkens, lips twisting into an ugly, bitter grimace.

“Hammer’s a hack,” he spits out with such venom that it leaves Rhodey gaping at him in frank surprise.  “He botched that surgery.  On purpose probably, too, I’m willing to bet!”

“Come on, Peter…” Rhodey shakes his head in disbelief, because an accusation like that? It’s utterly ridiculous!

“Ross threatened Mr. Stark, did I tell you that?” the teen cuts in as though Rhodey hasn’t spoken.  “When they were arguing in my room, when Mr. Stark told him to get out? Just before he left, he pinned Mr. Stark against the wall and he told him, told him Mr. Stark would regret doing this.  And you know what the last thing he did before leaving the hospital for good?”

“He assigned Dr. Hammer to do the surgery,” Rhodey guesses, feeling a horrible numbness spread forth within his chest. “But… why?”

“Hammer’s a butcher,” Peter sneers, voice dark with resentment, “everyone knows that.  He only ever got to be a surgeon thanks to his daddy’s money and Ross’s influence.  He never should have… he never should have gone anywhere near Mr. Stark.”

“He… I heard the nurses talk after. Hammer ignored the warning on Mr. Stark’s chart; gave him a drug that should never have been combined with the medicine Mr. Stark was taking.  Nearly killed him right on the operating table. It’s what… it’s what’s killing him now!”

The teen grits his teeth; drops his gaze to where his hands are clasped impossibly tight in his lap.  “I visited him the day after his surgery.  He looked… he…  I’ve never seen him look so bad.  Like… like death.  And he was in pain.  He was trying to hide it, but I could tell.”  He looks up again, his face twisting in anguish.  “He’s dying, Dr. Rhodes. And there’s no one who can help him but you.  Miss Potts, she told me, she said you’re the best in the field.  That’s why I told her to take my spot, so you could… so you could save him. And then I hear he fired you, Dr. Rhodes, and I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”

He looks at Rhodey with such raw, open worry that Rhodey wonders if he’s ever felt worse in his entire life, as if he’d kicked a puppy or pulled the wings off a butterfly. Killed a mockingbird, all that. Guilt and shame spread through his chest with hot prickles, as well as a burgeoning fear that he’d done something irrevocably foolish. He’d just thrown away the one chance he had to save someone… someone who is, despite what he’s been initially led to believe, utterly worth saving.

At the same time, he’s not sure how much he can rely on the opinion of a child, much less one so obviously emotionally compromised. There’s a chance that Stark had manipulated him, he hates to think it but it is a fact. People do... desperate things when they are desperate.

But Peter seems so damned earnest.

“Peter. I… I didn’t know any of that,” he manages finally -- as close to “I’m sorry” as he can get.

Peter nods gravely, brown eyes boring into Rhodey’s, dark, urgent. “I know, sir. I know. But… the thing is. Now you do. So what are you going to do about it?”

***

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, he really doesn’t.  He went looking for Pepper after he dropped the Parker kid back in his room, and he will honestly blame his conversation with the teen - the conversation that left him so thoroughly shaken and off his game that he doesn’t become aware of his surroundings until he nearly collides with a group of interns that huddle in an oddly conspiratorial-looking clique in the middle of the hallway in front of Pepper’s office. It is only then that he snaps back to the here and now.  It is only then that he becomes aware of the raised voices coming from behind the closed office door, and of the awkward glances the interns are throwing each other as they wait for Rhodey’s reaction.

“I refuse to allow it, Tony!” Pepper’s voice rages from behind closed doors, and Rhodey can see through the haphazardly open blinds as she paces angrily in her spacious office.  “I can have you blue slipped!”

“A psychiatric hold, really?” Stark sounds peeved, his temper from earlier having escalated even further. “Don’t think I won’t sue you if you pull that crap, Potts! My lawyers are faster and smarter than your corporate lackeys. I’m not your hostage or your science experiment and you agreed, you agreed! I say when I’m done. And I’m done!”

“Well I take it back! You can’t do this! I won’t let you!”

Pepper is shouting now, her voice - a heart-rending mix of anger and despair, and Rhodey doesn’t even have to pretend not to overhear them now. Everyone in the vicinity can hear their argument, and the interns once again begin talking in low voices to each other, flicking awkward glances in the direction of the office.

Rhodey has had enough.  Calling on his most authoritative tone, he shoos the interns back to work.  Waits a few beats as he watches them disperse, chastised, and then marches determinedly toward the office, trying his best to ignore the angry rise of Stark’s voice.

His ears register an abrupt, almost choked-off cessation of Stark’s response just as his fingers curl around the door handle, followed by a clatter of office supplies being knocked off the desk and a heavy thud of a body hitting the ground. Alarmed now, he yanks open the door and freezes, just out of their line of sight, struck momentarily dumb by the scene that opens before him.

Stark sits on the floor, slumped gracelessly against the desk, his legs splayed out before him. His eyes are closed, ashen face pinched in pain, his trembling left hand tugging unsuccessfully at something inside the pocket of his pajama pants.  

Pepper is kneeling before him, wide-eyed and almost as alarmingly pale as Stark himself, one hand resting on his rapidly heaving chest, the other gently pushing Stark’s hand out of the way to take out what the former has been so desperately trying to reach.

A bottle of pills.

Odd, Rhodey thinks, squinting as he tries to make out the label.  Because he doesn’t remember seeing any mention of any specific pills in Stark’s chart.  And yet...

“How many of these did you take? Tony? How many?” The undeniable urgency in Pepper’s voice cuts off his train of thought, and Rhodey notes the undisguised worry on his boss’s face.

“Three,” Stark huffs out, barely audible, eyes still stubbornly closed.

Pepper pulls back, lips pressed together into a thin white line, the bottle clasped tight within her trembling fingers.

“You know that's not safe,” she says finally, sounding like she’s pleading with Stark.  “You know they're just supposed to give you time. They’re not a cure! Tony, these damage your heart if you take them too often, you know this! You know--”

“Yeah,” he cuts her off abruptly, pain-glazed brown eyes sliding open to stare back at her with tired defiance. “Yeah, I do know Pepper. I’m the one who helped develop the damn things. Mixing Palladium and Epinephrine, not in the usual bag of tricks. So yeah. I know.”  He nods weakly to the bottle almost completely hidden within her crushing grip.  “I need one now, though.  Please.”

She watches him a heartbeat longer; sucks in a quick, shuddered breath.  “Okay,” she concedes finally, carefully jiggling one out into her hand. “Okay, Tony, you win.”

Dejectedly she hands the pill over to him; stretches to get a bottle of water from her desk, while he pops the pill into his mouth.  Reaches out to support him as he drinks, washing down the pill. It takes another few minutes before he nods to her, shifting as though to get up, and she helps pull him to standing, careful, anxious, her hands lingering on his shoulder, as if unable or unwilling to let go.

“Please, Tony, please promise me you won’t take any more of these today,” she pleads, and there’s an uncharacteristically vulnerable note in her voice, one Rhodey has never heard before. “Just… just give me some time, I’ll sort this out somehow--”

Stark smiles in response, weary and almost apologetic.  Leans in to place a soft kiss on her cheek.  

“Okay. Time. Sure,” he agrees placatingly. “All I got is time, Pep, you can take all of it you need to.”

The words sound wrong somehow, coming out of his mouth, like their meaning is different, like Stark is saying goodbye. And Pepper must sense the same thing, for Rhodey sees her open her mouth in protest…

Stark shakes his head, presses a gentle finger against her lips, silencing her.  “We both knew it was a long shot, Pep. Part of the journey is the end, all that; I've been on borrowed time, I'm not about to borrow any of Peter's. We knew this doctor was a hail mary and it didn't work out. Let me leave, Pep. Okay? Just for a little bit.  I'll see you soon.”

Rhodey doesn’t stay to hear her response.  Steps back outside, letting the door close softly behind him.  Mere moments later the door creaks open again, and Stark walks out, shuffling slowly toward the elevators.  Rhodey watches him go, wondering briefly if he should go after him and stop him.  But there are things about him he still feels he needs to know, needs to understand.  So after a moment of hesitation he turns on his heel and pushes his way back into Pepper’s office before he can change his mind once more.

***

He finds Pepper seated back at her desk, face buried in her hands, shoulders trembling ever so slightly.  It’s an uncomfortable sight, to be sure, and he has half a mind to tuck tail and run, but she raises her head just then, a pair of tear-filled blue eyes pinning him firmly in place.

“Dr. Rhodes.” She straightens out, a professional mask slamming back into place.  “What can I do for you?”

And he flinches despite himself.  Because this is Pepper.  He’s known her for years, been a close colleague of hers for years.  And he has been “Jim” or “Rhodey” to her for nearly as long.  But the look in her eyes now is cold as ice - the same look he’s seen her level at those who dared cross her, and he finds it frankly terrifying to be on the receiving end of it.

Though, to be fair, he supposes he deserves it.

“I… I formed an opinion about a man based on the word of someone I don’t respect as a surgeon and barely tolerate as a human being,” he begins carefully, stepping closer to her desk, gauging her reaction.  “What I have seen until recently seemed to have confirmed that opinion for me.  And yet…”

“And yet?” Pepper prods, blue eyes narrowing in silent warning.

“I can’t help feeling that I’ve missed something,” he admits.  “A couple people pointed out to me that maybe I was wrong in my initial assessment.  That… that I should get a second opinion.”

He takes a deep breath, trying his best not to fidget under her steely glare.  Squares his jaw in quiet resolution.  

“So this is me,” he finishes softly, spreading his arms out to the sides, “asking for that second opinion.”

TBC

[livvywrites]

15 for 15

thank you @waterfallwritings!!! this is such a fun tag game :D (also have i mentioned yet that i adore lorelai???) 

since i’ve done this for alinora already i’m gonna do talitha this time!! 

rules: pick a character from your WIP and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people! 

1. What is your full name?

Talitha rolls her eyes. “Do I have to tell you? Can’t I just be Talitha Jade? I mean, I dropped the surname years ago!” She pauses, staring. When she realizes we won’t be moving on until she answers, she stomps her foot, and says, “Fine. Name’s Talitha Jade Lumina. Asshole.”

2. What does your name mean?

Talitha shrugs. “Dunno. Name meanings wasn’t really my specialty. Was named after my grandfather though. He invented the airship! Some people might say that’s a hell of a legacy to live up to, but honestly, there’s no one better.” She winks.

3. What are your nicknames/other names?

“Most people call me Tali. My best friend calls me Tali J. I’ve also been called ‘you fucking bitch’ and other lovely names.” She pauses. 

“Oh, and I’ve been calling myself the pirate queen! Mostly to piss off other pirates, because. Well. That’s fun. I’ve also been called the admiral of the resistance, which is kind of silly because I’m the only captain they have. People call me captain, too. I was an archmage for like, a week, ‘fore I gave that title up.” 

She taps her chin. “I went under the alias Bridget Fisher for a while, when I first ran away from home. And, I publish papers under a pseudonym but I’m contractually obligated not to tell you what it is.”

[The author/transcriber would like to interject here that she is under no such contract, unless she made one with herself. Which is entirely possible.]

4. What’s your gender?

“I’m a lady!” Talitha pauses, then snorts with laughter. “Well, okay, I’m definitely not a lady, but I am a girl. Female. Woman. Pick one.” 

5. What’s your sexuality?

“Pan, bi. Pick a label, honestly. I don’t care what they’re packin’, not packin’, or whatever. I can be attracted to any race or gender, so long as they’re, y’know, able to consent and shit.” Talitha shrugs. “I’ve been with lots of different kinds of people. Sexually. Not so much romantically. Don’t got time for that.”

6. Where are you from?

“Illuminara, city of light and learning, largest airship port in the east, and founding place of the College of Magus. Or the Magus College. That one’s a bit less of a mouthful.”

7. How old are you?

“Like, 29. I think. Pretty sure I’ll be hitting 30 soon. If I haven’t already. Damn. I really need to look at the calendar more...”

8. What is your magic form/what designation are you?

“I don’t know what that question means so I’m assuming it doesn’t apply to me.”

9. What does your human form look like?

“Short blonde hair. Like, really short. But a bit longer on the top so it kinda flops around a bit. Very cool looking, I know. Did it myself. With a knife. Because I felt like it. Then decided to keep it! 

“Um. Okay. I’m tallish. Not as tall as, like, an elf, but I’m pretty freakin’ tall. 5′6, I think? Maybe? Sounds right. Got kind of a boxy face. Y’know, square jaw, prominent cheekbones. Nose is crooked ‘cause I broke it once or twice. Maybe more, I don’t remember. Lots of bar fights, yeah?

“Tan, ‘cause I’m in the sun all the time. Got some freckles and moles too. Really should count those.” She pauses. “That’s a thing you do, right? Count ‘em? Whatever. I’m gonna do it. Anyway. Think that covers it, I guess?” 

10. What’s your aesthetic?

“Dark wood with moss growing on it. The ocean--calm, stormy, windy, and everything in between. Wind blowing through your hair. The stars. Old books. Maps upon maps upon maps. Compasses, sextants--which is a fun word to say, by the way--, pens and ink, handwritten pages. Spell runes and symbols, wards and glowing fingertips. Lighting streaking across the sky. Heavy boots and long coats, exposed midriffs and a bottle of alcohol.” 

11. Who’s your best friend?

“Lyr Inerra. He’s been my best friend since we were kids. Fancied myself in love with him once but, honestly, we’re just friends. He was the guy I lost my virginity to, though.

“Outside of Lyr my best friend would be either his twin sister, Ava, or my quartermaster, Larkin.” 

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

“Yes. Have a couple tattoos already, actually. Got an anchor on my calf, above my ankle. A compass on my shoulder. Some cool runic symbols around my thigh. I wanna get a tattoo of my ship, but that’ll take forever, so I’m waiting.

“I want to get my nose pierced, but I do have several piercings in my ears.” 

13. When are you happiest?

“When I’m sailing the open sea. Particularly if the winds are strong, and blowing through my hair.”

14. What’s your biggest secret?

“You know, that’s not a question you just ask somebody. You know that, don’t you? I mean, come on, I’m the nosiest person I know and even I know better than to ask that question.”

[The author interjects that before the story started, Talitha had few secrets indeed. However, during the recovery of Weaver’s Bane, she developed a very big one...] 

15. Do you have a sidekick?

“Pfffft. Can I call Lyr my sidekick? Please? Where is he, I wanna tell him he’s my sidekick now...” Done with the questioning, Talitha wanders off, presumably to go irritate Lyr. 

tagging: @firesidefantasy; @quartzses; @waterfallwritings (because I wanna see one of ur other characters :D); @she-writes-love; @dogwrites (if you don’t want me to tag you in these things in the future pls let me know!!) 

[ghostofvixx]

Bittersweet

Words: 3k

A/n: fluff to angst sorry:(. Ive been working on this for a long time pls give it love.

It only takes 8.2 seconds to fall for someone.

Jeonghan is way much more than a simple classmate, you know it. It began when he used to save your ass over and over again back in high school, since he was your seatmate. Not only he let you borrow his homework when you hadn't done them, but also became your counsellor when you were going through a rough time with your friends or couple. Somehow, he became something more than a classmate, but less than a friend since you never saw each other outside high school. You always told him how much you owed him because of his constant support, but he always said it was nothing, that he would reclaim his reward in a future, even though both of you knew that he was way too good to do that.

Once high school was over, you knew that in spite of living in Seoul, it would be hard to see each other, so you said goodbye after giving him your phone number.

“Remember, I owe you a lot Jeonghan, call me if you need a favour."Those were the last words you told him.

After a year of not knowing anything about him, the first thing that crosses your mind when you see his name through the screen is that the moment you thought that would never come is here, and that he may be going through something serious.

"Jeonghan?” You begin, your voice low since you’re still shocked by the sudden call.

“Hi Y/N, how's it going?” His voice remains as soothing as the first day.

“I’m good! What about you?”

“Well… I’m still alive and it’s all that matters.” You both laugh. “Y/N, I know it’s not nice to ask after not contacting you for a year, seriously, but I need a huge favour and you're the only one I could think of.”

“That’s fine! After all, I told you that. What can I help you with?”

“Well, a friend of mine needs to stay somewhere until he finds a place to live permanently. Because of my situation, I’m afraid I can't help him, but I thought you could? Just for three days, I promise.”

You know it would be crazy to tell him that you will, but it’s Jeonghan, he could ask you the weirdest thing ever and yet you will still believe in him.

“Sure, I owe it to you after all.”

“Thank you so much y/n, you’re still an angel.“ He says.

You both talk a little to catch up and then you text him your direction.

Jeonghan from school❤️ (3)

I know this may seem weird, but I promise you he’s a good person.

Have fun!

And please, don’t let him out.

“Let him out?” You read for yourself. “What kind of freak has Jeonghan sent to my house?”

When somebody knocks on your door three times, the first thing you do is to grab a bat which belonged to your older sister. Then, you open the door.

You feel your heart skipping a beat. A tall, handsome boy stands by the door. His black hair is a little long and pushed back, he is wearing a black shirt and jeans. The moment he sees you, he smiles awkwardly making you stare at him for a few seconds.

8.2 seconds both of you count in your head.

“Who are you and why I can’t let you out?“ You finally ask, all of the sudden.

“I’m Johnny, nice to meet you. And I’m afraid I can’t tell you, we should get inside first.“ He says, pushing you lightly and closing the door behind him.

You look at him terrified, thinking that you don’t trust Jeonghan anymore, and definitely not the boy in front of you.

“I know this is weird, so I’ll explain.” He takes a seat on your couch, patting the spot beside him. You just decide to sit on the other couch, as far as possible from him. “Fine, I’m a trainee, under… Well, It’s not very known, you don’t need to know the name.”

“Then what the hell does Jeonghan has to do with this? And why are you here?”

“Jeonghan is a trainee under that company too.” He comments, surprised that you don’t know about that. “And I’m here to begin a strike against my managers and my CEO.”

“So I’m keeping a criminal in my house, great, that’s great, that’s awesome. Now answer me, whose head I hit with this bat, yours or mine?”

“You’ll be fine y/n, nobody knows I’m here. Besides, Jeonghan has my back. He’ll pretend to be me at practise since our hair looks alike. Great plan, isn’t it? Sehun though about it so it will flop for sure, but it will keep my managers busy for a few hours.”

“Okay, fine, you just help yourself, I’ll be in my room, hitting myself against the wall till I fall asleep and then pretend all of this is just a dream.” You say, definitely not joking.

However, when he begins to laugh, you think he actually took it as one.

[7:30 a.m] Wednesday, day 1

The next day, when your alarm sound, you don’t immediately wake up, you just sit on your bed staring at the wall, wondering if that Johnny thing was real.

You snap back to reality when you hear something coming from your kitchen.

Yes, it was very real.

“Good morning y/n.” He says, as he put some waffles on a plate. “This is for you! You have to go to the grocery store though.”

You are taken aback, out of all the things you had expected to find, this wasn’t one of them.

“G-good morning, Johnny… Um… Yes, I guess I’ll do it.” You try to sound convinced, but you are still surprised so your affirmation sound more like a question.

“You have to go to college, right?” He asks, eating what is inside is plate.

“How do you know about that?” You ask, frowning.

“Jeonghan told me.”

“And how does Jeonghan know about that?”

“It’s called common sense, y/n.”

“Okay, you have a point.”

[17:00] Wednesday, day 1

You don’t know a lot of things about Johnny, you are actually too afraid to ask. However, this type of awkward silences makes you almost ask him something.

Almost.

You are on your right, isn’t it? But you aren’t sure of how you should begin the conversation. Luckily for you, he seems to notice you anxiousness.

“If you want to ask, just do it, I can’t blame you for it, can I?” You aren’t sure of what’s his facial expression like since you don’t want to look at him, but his voice sounds soft, almost cautious.

“Y-you said that you were running a strike, right?” He nods, so you continue. “But if you’re a trainee and do these type of things you can get fired.”

“I’m well aware of that, yes.”

“Then… Why?”

“I had to take the risk. I’m sure that to them I’m being careless and just looking for attention, but someone had to do it. They can’t treat us like shit and expect us to keep working hard.”

“And you think this will work?”

“I’m a hundred percent sure it won’t, I’ll probably be kicked out, but I like to think they can’t lose their most prepared trainee and future leader of their new boy group.”

The way he talks, the way his expression seems more serious and mature than when you first saw him, the way he seems worried about something when you simply assumed that he was careless.

Those are the things that make your cheeks feel warm when you realise about them.

“What about dating though?” You ask, innocently to change the subject.

“Oh y/n, I didn’t think you cared about that.” He teases as he winks at you.

“It’s- I mean I- I heard that- It’s not what I mean, let me ask something else.”

“I’m just joking Y/N.” He smiles, trying to calm you down. “We’re not allowed to have anything that involves a relationship or similar to that, if you know what I mean.”

You nod and stay quiet.

“So y/n, tell me, did you finally go grocery shopping?”

“Johnny what the hell.”

[23:30] Wednesday, day 1

Jeonghan from school ❤️(2)

Hi Y/N~

How’s everything going?

You smile when you see Jeonghan’s message, knowing who he was asking about.

You

You have a lot of explaining to do, young boy.

He’s sleeping in the couch.

Well, “sleeping”.

You are sure that Johnny isn’t sleeping at all. The conversation with Jeonghan goes by as both of you catch up with eachother. But then, there’s a moment when another message pops up.

That Johnny boy (3)

I hear you laughing from here lol.

What are you doing awake so late? You’re a baby.

Babies should be asleep.

You roll your eyes.

You

I’m catching up with someone, sorry lol.

That Johnny boy (3)

OOH!

With who? Someone special?

Your boyfriend maybe?🤭

You

It’s just Jeonghan lol.

Boyfriend? What are those?

And also did you just call me baby?

That Johnny boy (1)

You are one lol.

You talk to Johnny more than you would have expected.

[7:30 a.m] Thursday, day 2

In spite of knowing Johnny for such a short time, you actually feel comfortable with him. Some people would call it attraction, but you are sure that it would only be one sided and that he just has a natural flirty personality.

“Do you really have to go to college today?” Johnny asks you as he pouts.

“Why are you so sad?” You smile and take a sip of your coffee cup.

“I get bored when I’m here on my own, I can’t talk to anyone and I’m afraid of touching something because I may break it.”

“That’s ridiculous Johnny.”

“I know, but you’re the only one I can spend some time with.”

You don’t want to say that you spend the whole day with him watching TV shows and movies. If anyone asks, you’d say you just felt sick.

[22:00 p.m] Thursday, day 2.

“Uno.” He says, ignoring your puppy face.

“No! Why would you do this to me?” You complain.

“Okay, let’s play another one, I promise this time I’ll let you win.”

“Now I’m tired of playing, let’s do something else.”

“Oh, is the baby mad?” He asks, pinching your cheeks. You turn your face so he won’t notice the blush on your cheeks, but it’s no use, he does it anyways.

“You’re blushing? Aw that’s cute.” If only you had turned your head back and wouldn’t have stood up to leave, you would have seen his flustered face.

“What do we do now?” You ask from the kitchen.

“We should have dinner though”

“So late? No way.” He sighs and looks at the television, thinking. “And there’s no way I’m watching TV again, I’ve had enough for today and I have some homework to do today since I didn’t do any.”

“Come on! Let’s enjoy for today! Tomorrow’s my last day here.”

“Fine, but I’m not watching more television.”

[0:00 p.m] Friday, day 3

“The things I do for you.” You sigh as you cover your body with a blanket.

Johnny just giggles and changes the channel.

“Let’s look for a good film, again.”

“Don’t you get tired of watching television?”

“Shut up I’m enjoying.”

That somehow makes you feel sad, how much does he has to handle at the same time? And how brave can you be to risk it all, only to have a break and begin a strike?

Your heart begins to beat faster once again, just like all the times you get close to him and you sigh.

“You good there?” He asks.

You don’t know when you began to feel so close to him to even joke about things, after all you’ve known him for like a day and yet there you are.

“What will happen to you once you go back?” You ask out of the blue.

“I don’t know, I really don’t know.” He says, his typical smile still in his face.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Afraid? God, I’m terrified.” He turns his head so he isn’t looking at you.

Your eyes make him feel like an opened book.

“Do you regret the strike, then?”

“Not a single second of it.”

And it happens so fast. You don’t know who got close to who, who crashed their lips against who or which one of you is thinking about the consequences.

Neither of you apparently.

But your lips meet. Sweet, innocently, nothing rushed or forced. Just as if it just had to happen.

[7:30 a.m] Friday, day 3.

Saying that you are shocked about what happened last night wouldn’t describe what you are actually feel.

“How the hell did that happen.” You think to yourself.

It’s not as if it was something awful, it was actually totally the opposite, and that’s what worries you. After all, he’s not a person you are used to see or you know completely, what the hell is happening?

But that’s not the thing you’re embarrassed about. It’s actually the fact that he was the one to stop the innocent kiss as he apologized. It’s the fact that once you realised what had happened, you had to run to your room since you weren’t able to even look at him.

It’s a mistake after all.

It’s more that confirmed when you wake up and Johnny isn’t there to cook breakfast.

[22:45] Friday, day 3.

You’ve been ignoring him all day. In fact, after coming back from college, you ate in your house at the same time as him, and the mood was so awkward, that you left to the library. You couldn’t stand it.

You’re back home right at 22:45.

When you come in, he’s sitting in the couch, playing with his phone.

“You’re back?”

“Yeah, finally.” You joke to make it less awkward.

“That’s good.”

You put your bag on the floor next to the couch, where you always leave it, and when you are about to make the way to your room to finally sleep, you hear some footsteps behind you. You’re about to ask when he pins you to the wall, not being harsh.

“I’m sorry, about last night. I didn’t wanted to end that like this.” He whispers, his face only a few centimetres away from yours.

“I get it, it was stupid, I’ll forget about that.”

“No, what I mean is that I really wanted to keep it going.” His face gets a little closer.

“Is that so?” You raise your eyebrows.

“I wanted to leave this afternoon, but I couldn’t, not without saying goodbye.” His words break your heart a little. “You know I shouldn’t be doing this, right?” He asks, his breath now mixing with yours.

“Then what are you going to do?”

“Not to overthink, like I did last night.”

He kisses you.

And then you kiss him.

Again.

And again.

[10:30] Saturday, last day.

You shouldn’t have done that, both of you know it. But in that moment, nothing mattered. All it mattered was the feeling, the way you felt so comfortable with him.

“I should probably get up.” He whispers from his side of bed.

“You probably should, yeah.” You try to laugh even though you knew what he really meant. “Does Jeonghan knows that you’re still here?”

“Yes, I talked to him last night after watching the film.”

“And…? Is it safe to come back?”

He shakes his head and chuckles.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then what are you going to do?” You ask, worried.

“I don’t want to take them for granted, so two things can happen. In the best of the cases I could lose my position as the leader, or probably won’t debut sometime close. In the worst of the cases, I could be directly kicked out.”

“Good luck, I guess. But mostly take care okay?”

“I will.” He chuckles.

After having breakfast, he picks up his bag, which was filled with all of his things -that weren’t a lot- and sighs while he looks around himself.

“It’s been good.” He mutters.

“Yes, it has.” You answer back.

You know you have to tell him something else, something witty so this isn’t that bitter, but you can’t.

Johnny heads to the door and you follow him. You open the door and he crosses it, but doesn’t leave immediately. He just looks at you.

“Thank you, you shouldn’t have done this for me, but I’m glad you did.” He says, sincerely.

“Actually, Jeonghan tricked me into this, but I’m glad he did, I could help after all, right?” You pause for a second. “Good luck Johnny, you deserve it. I hope I can see you on the TV as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” He takes a bow. “Goodbye, Y/n.”

“Goodbye, Johnny.��

And then he turns around and begins to walk away, so you close the door, finishing what happened these last few days.

After all yes, you can fall for a person when you least expect it, and it only takes 8.2 seconds.

[hinder101]

I ask you things!

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?

Good morning babe

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

Date mates for life

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

Get that stopped right quick

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

Yep

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

Sober

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

Most of my life tbh

7. What does your last received text say?

“I have permission!”

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

Many, but not enough

9. Where was your last kiss at?

The parking lot in front of my residence building.

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

Dylan? A week ago on skype

11. What do you drink in the morning?

My own tears (or orange juice)

12. Where did you sleep last night?

My grandparents’ house

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

Oh yeah, but they’re still worth it

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? I wish I had pet all the random puppies I’ve seen.

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

That is the exact opposite of a problem

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? You know those times where it’s raining but it’s still sunny? That please. Sun showers

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? Yeah, my dad

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? Jeans, tragically.

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now? Yes please

20. Does anyone like you? My girlfriend hopefully maybe I’d like to think.

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S? Nope

22. Is the last person you kissed gay? No, i would say not

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand? Several

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo? Often yes. Still working on it.

25. In the past week have you cried? I don’t think so actually, kind of weird.

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? A fluffy one

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? Bit of both.

28. Have you ever kissed a football player? Nope

29. Do you think you’re old? Only on the inside

30. Do you like text messaging? I’d rather be in person

31. What type of day are you having? A relaxed one

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? Considered it, but probably not for me

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? Warm pls

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Yes, particularly my fav hooman. But others too

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling? Relationship, everytime

36. Are you a simple or complicated person? Complicated

37. What song are you listening to? Sara Smiles

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? I have trouble saying it sometimes, so yeah39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? Girlfriendo40. What made you start liking the person you like now? They is the cutest, with great trash music, and an absolute cinnamon roll who will fight you, great/ terrible in a great way sense of humor41. When did you last receive a text message? Like 5 minutes ago42. What is wrong with you right now? I am too far away from bae43. How well do you know the last female you texted? Very very very well44. Does anyone disgust you? Many much hoomans45. Would you date someone right now if they asked? Like, my girlfriend could take me on a date, but other than that, no.46. Are you in a good mood right now? Not terrible actually47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? My grandmother48. What color shirt are you wearing? Blue49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? Yes, moving is a pain in the ass50. Anyone you’re giving up on? Not entirely no51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? No they is my absolute favorite

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? Yea53. Do you like rain? Sometimes 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks? It’s fine as long as it’s not too much55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? Many multiple times 56. Do you like to cuddle? I live and die for cuddles57. Are you shy? Painfully 58. Do you get along with girls? Generally yeah59. Have you dated the person you texted last? Am dating them 60. What do you carry with you at all times? My phone, my wallet, and until recently my room keys 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? Can I bring bae and a pupper? 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? Already have with no intention of stopping so 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? Just into one yes 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute? Yes, pls give me all the forehead kisses65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? Girlfriendo called me when she was sleepy and was being adorable

66. How old are the last three people you kissed? 18, 19, 18,

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? It’s pretty minimal work, I’ll trim them myself lol68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? In general, leopard. 69. Do you have any stickers on your car? No, please no.70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? Luke Bryan 71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? Andriod72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? Last summer I think    73. Do you like diet soda? Naw give me the real deal74. What color are the walls in your room? I don’t remember, white I think75. Are you 16 or older? Older76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? No, probably will eventually    77. Do you have a job? Soon hopefully  78. What are your initials? AWJ79. Did you ever have braces? Yes, thankful to be free of that hell   80. Are you from the south? Not by any definition

81. What does your last status on facebook say? Probably was my relationship status tbh, but I don’t know82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? No, they’re kind of creepy    83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? Mom   84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? No, image that lol   85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?    Split86. Do you smoke? Never   87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? Heels obviously...     88. Is your phone touch screen?    This is 2017 dammit, I’m not a savage89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? Straight90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? If it were an Olympic sport, I could compete91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? Pool, keep the seaweeds off of me    92. Have you ever made out in a car? My girlfriend put the “horn” in horny ;)   93. …Had sex in a car? As of right now, nope94. Are you single or in a relationship? Much together, very relationship   95. What were you doing last night at midnight?    Sleeping, or talking to bae, not sure96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?  July 1st  97. Do you like the camera on your phone?    It works98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?    Nope99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?    I think so yeah100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? No, but several I’m indifferent to    101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?  Yes, I haven’t had my period in 19 years  102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Again, it’s 2017. I have no idea   103. Do you have any tan lines right now?   I have not seen sunlight in 8 months 104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? I think I would look so hot ;) no I would say not.

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I answered one of those things

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? I don't know what I'd say but I'd be seriously happy 2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed? Absolutely nothing. 3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care? Only if it was problematic, recreational is all good with me 👍🏻 4. Is your last name longer than six letters? Yes 5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? Hahahahahahahahaha I can't remember the last time I kissed someone sober 6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up? Many many times 7. What does your last received text say? "Can’t wait to see this gorgeous girl next week. 💕" (My mum talking about seeing her niece next week) 8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? Once 9. Where was your last kiss at? A shitty bar in Brisbane 10. When is the last time you saw your sister? Don't have a sister 11. What do you drink in the morning? Coffee, fuck loads of coffee 12. Where did you sleep last night? In my bed 13. Do you think relationships are hard? It really depends, they can be or they can be really easy 14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? No, probably not. Maybe would've made more of a move the other, but that's about it 15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems? It'd probably be a little awkward 16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? Rainy, everytime 17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? Nope 18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? None of the above 19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now? I really hope so, I'm sick of this single shit 20. Does anyone like you? I'd like to think so, but most likely not 21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S? Yeah I think so 22. Is the last person you kissed gay? Doubt they would've kissed me if they were 23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand? Oohhh sooo many 24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo? Already have a couple 25. In the past week have you cried? Nope 26. What breed was the last dog you saw? It was a Labrador and it was beautiful 27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? Out of the shower 28. Have you ever kissed a football player? I have not 29. Do you think you’re old? No, I don't think I am 30. Do you like text messaging? I do, but I can be really forgetful with replying 31. What type of day are you having? Pretty good day I guess 32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? So many times 33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? Cold weather please 34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Yeah I have a lot of close female friends 35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling? Much prefer a relationship thanks 36. Are you a simple or complicated person? I like to think I'm a pretty straight forward person 37. What song are you listening to? Nothing, rewatching episodes of The Office (U.S.) 38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? Always 39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? There definitely is 40. What made you start liking the person you like now? I don't we just sort of clicked, and she's such a fantastic person and easy to get along with 41. When did you last receive a text message? Earlier this afternoon 42. What is wrong with you right now? Lonely, always lonely 43. How well do you know the last female you texted? Starting to get to know each other pretty well 44. Does anyone disgust you? There are a few people 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked? If it was the right person 46. Are you in a good mood right now? Fairly good I guess 47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? My father 48. What color shirt are you wearing? Not wearing one, just being a comfortable, lazy shit 👌🏻 49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? Not recently, no 50. Anyone you’re giving up on? Definitely very close 51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? I do, with a very strong passion 52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? Yep, just one particular person 53. Do you like rain? Love it 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks? I'd prefer that they did 55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? Many times 56. Do you like to cuddle? Love to cuddle 👍🏻 57. Are you shy? I can be either very shy, or the complete opposite 58. Do you get along with girls? Yeah I have many close female friends 59. Have you dated the person you texted last? I wish 60. What do you carry with you at all times? My phone, wallet, cigarettes 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? Without hesitation 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? I most definitely can 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? I was not 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute? I would 100% 65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? Yeah there were a couple of moments the other night 66. How old are the last three people you kissed? I would love to be able to answer that, but who knows 67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? Neither? 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? Zebra print I guess, but preferably neither 69. Do you have any stickers on your car? Yeah, just one for my footy club 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? I don't know who Luke Bryan is, but I definitely don't want to listen to Lil Wayne, so... 71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? iPhone 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? Maybe like 18 months ago 73. Do you like diet soda? Not really 74. What color are the walls in your room? Plain old white 75. Are you 16 or older? Indeed 76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? I don't 77. Do you have a job? I wish, but I study full time 78. What are your initials? J D P 79. Did you ever have braces? Never 80. Are you from the south? The south of where? I mean Australia is pretty south. 81. What does your last status on facebook say? "The earth is flat. The truth is out there." (Part of a drinking game haha) 82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? I do not, haven't spoken to them in ages 83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? Ummm both about the same, but probably mum I guess 84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? Nope 85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? Black Panther (fkn good movie) 86. Do you smoke? I do, kind of trying to quit though 87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? Flip flops pls (also they're called thongs not flip flops) 88. Is your phone touch screen? Yes it is 89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? I don't get much of an option there 90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? On many occasions 91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? Lakes are pretty cool 92. Have you ever made out in a car? Yep 93. …Had sex in a car? I have 94. Are you single or in a relationship? Unfortunately single 95. What were you doing last night at midnight? Sleeping 96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? New Years Eve 97. Do you like the camera on your phone? Yeah it's pretty decent 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? I have 99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? A fair few times 100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? One or two, yeah 101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Nope 102. Name your favorite Kesha song: Don't have one 🙅🏻‍♂️ 103. Do you have any tan lines right now? Not really 104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? Hahahahaha not seriously