#with getting up my iPad and hooking it up to the tv)

[kaz3313]

Trying to watch a movie a day. Yesterday it was Wes Anderson’s Astroid City. Rn I’m rewatching Little Shop of Horrors as my movie

[my-shields-are-down]

Take the Long Way Home…

*** NOTE - my writer’s brain is coming back online and with that I’m receiving bits and pieces of stories, so I am posting them as they hit. Ficlets if you will….I’m hopeful they’ll trigger full engagement so I can finally finish my incomplete stories before Season 7 happens***

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Tim Bradford made his way back to his cabin on the luxury train in the hopes of writing a chapter or two. He’d spent the past few hours zoning out while gazing upon the mountainous view from the back of the train.

His publisher was getting itchy over the paid out advance vs his lack of new book submission. Much like that TV show character Castle, he had killed off his wildly popular main character and was looking for his next muse. He could feel the stories forming in his head, filling up the space like cotton balls in a glass jar on his mom’s vanity. He just needed the spark to turn his thoughts into action and write the blasted thing. He needed his muse.

A former LAPD police officer, Tim had left the force after killing his last rookie candidate in a violent shootout. Killing his Rookie - who had aimed and then fired his police issue firearm directly at Tim with the intent to kill two days before he would have completed the program - has messed with his psyche almost as badly as being shot had messed with his body.

Once he got out of the hospital, Tim had gone to mandatory therapy and his therapist made him document his healing journey (he rolled his eyes at the memory). Dr Judy looked like someone’s grandmother (she had 9 grandkids herself), but had blue blood and a spine of steel and didn’t let Timothy off the hook. She dug into his pain and worked with him to forcibly remove and burn it into nothingness. Despite using all the latest healing modalities, it was the simplest one that did the trick - journaling.

As luck would have it, once he started writing, he really couldn’t stop. His anger at his abusive dad, frustration with his mom who never escaped, the horror he saw at war, the pride he took at training the next generation of cops, everything - it all poured out of him. This same therapist, connected him with a publisher (her nephew) and a New York Times best selling crime author was born. He wrote ten books in seven years using himself as the flawed detective and used the cases that still kept him up at night for inspiration.

Tim chuckles at the memory while unlocking his suite. His long ago friend from the police academy had given him her baby moon trip from San Diego to Key West, FL via Canada on the maiden voyage of this fancy schmancy train ride. Her husband was a kajillionaire, so this train and his suite were decked out - luxury to the max. Once inside, he flops onto the sofa and closes his eyes but instead of silence, he hears a woman’s beautiful singing voice coming in from his neighbor’s radio.

“They say Rome wasn’t built in a day…but hey.. they’ve got nothing on the patience that it’s taking me to wait…”

Tim let’s the sexy voice wash over him, when he notices the shower running and realizes he’s never heard his neighbors before and that’s HIS shower running. There was a naked, singing woman in his shower. Probably. Or an assassin waiting on the other side of the door to kill him.

“See the sands of this hourglass, are slipping through your hands.”

Tim’s eyes pop open, and he scans the cabin, noticing the fire engine red suitcases tucked under the desk, the low heeled boots next to them on the floor, the black leggings and aubergine tunic laid carefully on the armchair across from him and his last book sitting on top of an iPad case.

“Every grain has got to hurt you, takes you further from your chance.”

He leans down and pulls his carry on bag out from under the sofa upon which he sits, and pulls out his off-duty gun. He checks to make sure it’s loaded, slides the suitcase back and waits. Body feigning relaxation while he’s really on high alert. He grips the handle of the weapon on the butter soft leather of the sofa and closes his eyes.

“I’ve been holding on, for way too long (way too long)…..either you’re in or you out.”

Tim doesn’t hear the water turn off or the door open, but he does feel the small temperature change and burst of hot, humid, jasmine scented air as the mystery woman steps into the room.

“You’ve got four and twenty hours… just one day to prove to me…that your love has got the power… to make me believe… you’ll take me where you wanna be. Four and twenty hours, and that’s me.”

Tim opens his eyes as she stops singing, and raises his gun to match the one pointed at him - and in that instant he sees the most stunningly beautiful mostly naked woman of his life with tawny skin, full lips, stunning amber eyes, and pin up girl curves. He can also tell she’s a cop by the way she holds her weapon and that she’s recovering from a serious beating- yellow/green bruises on her cheek and hips, bandages wrapped around her leg, a fire engine red cast on her left wrist and forearm.

Tim smirks to himself, slightly jealous of the TO who turned this spitfire into a disciplined cop. She’s magnificent, fierce and trembling from the pain in her shoulder. He’s guessing she’s got faded bruises on her back as well.

There she is, he thinks. My muse. The heroine of my next series of books, Detective Sava Wu.

When she finally speaks she simultaneously impresses him again, and triggers the flames of desire within him. “why don’t you lower your weapon handsome, tell me your name and explain to me what you’re doing in my cabin. I don’t remember ordering you with my dinner. I’d remember that.”

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Featuring “Four and Twenty Hours” by Joss Stone, from “The Wedding Date” soundtrack

[bellswlw]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ all the lights (in new york city aren’t as bright as her) pt 1 ⇨ e. williams au

ellie williams x fem!love interest

wc: 9.2k

playlist | masterlist

summary: ellie is known for being non-committed, having a scruffy laugh, her favorite coffee shop, and a reputation when it came to her tattooing abilities and her passion for it. she wasn’t known for love. and she certainly wasn’t the first person you’d think of when it came to finding someone that put all of those things above all else. even herself. but… she was just that.

cw: these are overall themes for the series as a whole. grief, depression, angst, alcoholism, small age gap, -underage- drinking (wine) and drug use (weed), neighbor!ellie, complicated family dynamics, tattoo artist!ellie, written in third POV and love interest is given a name.

a/n: this is for all the hopeless romantics and loser lesbians. the big city lovers and small town fanatics, the ones who look at the midnight sky, the ones who can’t sleep, and the ones who don’t talk about the things that hurt. i see you, and the moon and the butterflies love you.<3

Ellie had never been big on romance; movies, TV shows, and especially dating. She never saw the need for it, and she never really saw the appeal.

She could never picture herself meeting someone just by chance, or some unconventional and hyper-specific reason just for them to end up being the love of her life for a few months and end with an inevitable heartbreak… yeah, no. That wasn’t worth it to her.

Although her friends seemed to have found people in the big apple, Ellie was still the same as she was. Herself.

And that meant being by herself. If not working or hooking up in someone’s apartment or loft or even up in the bathroom of some party, she’s preferably at home lounging about or drawing up sketches on her iPad.

She got around, yes, but she wasn’t a dick about it. She didn’t count on her fingers or keep a list of names somewhere. She just grew an understanding for when someone was giving her flirty eyes from across the room… and had looked up into the same ones that were rolling back while her tongue was grazing that sweet spot of a girl she didn’t even know the same of.

Or in an empty apartment with a roommate ‘out of town’, holding onto the hips of another girl, grinding her against Ellie’s jean-covered thigh.

These encounters were simple. Do-able. Relaxed. Ellie liked that, she’d admit it. Shit, she has.

“So… when can I meet her?” Dina beams from across the table, leaning forward to grab her glass and hold it in her hand, waiting to take a sip until she replies.

Ellie took a swig of her coffee and glared at Dina. “No— Dina, no. You do this every time. You get more attached than I do, and then you bitch at me when I tell you… you can’t meet her. ‘Cuz I’m not seeing her anymore… by the way.”

Her glass meets the table with a low thud, turning the heads of a few other people who were sitting in the outside section of the coffee shop along side the two of them. “What? Why.” the way she said it had an insult attached. Almost to say, are you fucking nuts?

“B’cus. She’s… because I said so. And she wants more than I can give her anyway so…” and she leans forward to lift her cup off the table again just as she feels Dina’s glare marinate in the corner of her eyes, making her flare up with a silent embarrassment.

“I’m not doing this with you. Stop asking to meet my one night stands. ‘Kay?” and Ellie takes a sip of her coffee, the dark rich flavor burning into her tongue like a hot knife.

Dina leans back in her chair, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. “I just think it’s weird. They all like you. Why can’t you just try?” and she sounded a little more genuine this time, her brows knitted together as she tried to find the soft spot in Ellie’s eyes.

But of course it wasn’t there. Of course it wasn’t. They’d been hard for years, a rock coating over the emerald green like there had never been an ounce of fondness at all.

“Why try ‘n fix somethin’ if it’s not broken?” And she let the smirk find its way into the divots of her face and soon started relaxing in her chair, fanning her legs like Dina’s words hadn’t nipped a part of her that she wish they didn’t.

“Whatever.” Dina sighed as she rolled her eyes before her phone lit up with a notification, from Alex.

You guys still out?

“It’s Alex.” she says, lifting her phone from its place on the metal table top.

“Figures. Can’t go two seconds without him on your ass.”

That deserved the scoff she gave you. Ellie was being a dick. Her feelings were hurt. But of course, she’d never admit that.

“He wants to know if we’re still out.” she says into her phone, her fingers flying across the keyboard in response.

Yeah, what’s up? We’re at 787.

“Tell him we’re shopping or… I dunno, fucking.” and she laughed, amused with herself of course. She took another sip of her coffee before saying, “Bet he’d get a kick outta that.”

“Dick.” she murmured, and didn’t even look up from her phone.

Ellie just chuckled to herself. She knew it embarrassed Dina, becoming friends with the girl she had a crush on for months and after hooking up at a party… decided she liked her better as a friend. And Ellie liked Dina, and the mouth she had on her.

Muttering under her breath a thousand little “fuck”s while she helped Ellie move her couch up four flights of stairs… or after the job interview she had been stressing over for weeks and had cussed herself home six long blocks… or the time she had gotten so drunk that she accidentally slammed her hand in the door and was screaming strings of curse words while Ellie made her run it under cold water for what felt like 2 hours.

And the whole time… “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

Just wondering. You wanna come by later tho? Maybe we can talk??

“He said he wants to talk, again. Look.”

Dina is handing her phone over to Ellie as she reads the message, her face forming an unforgiving sneer.

“Tell him to fuck off.” Ellie glances up at her before her brows fly upward with inspiration. “No, actually— I’ll do it.” and her fingers begin to type the message out moments before Dina stands from the her chair to snatch her phone back from her.

“You’re pissing me off,” she admits, typing a reply while reading it back to Ellie.

Can’t. We’re shopping. Soon tho, promise;)

“Winky face?” she said, the look on her face a punch to the gut to Dina’s continuing embarrassment.

“Hey… don’t judge. You should be lucky we’re not actually going shopping.” Dina said with a finger pointing towards Ellie’s chest.

“Awe, we’re not? I thought you were gonna buy me that pink little thong? With the lace?”

“You’re delusional.”

“I’m funny.”

“How about… crazy.”

“Witty?”

“Try on my last fucking nerve.”

Dina pushed herself up off the chair across from her, grabbing her things and expecting Ellie to follow suit… but she stayed put.

“C’mon.” she said and jerked her head back just enough to motion for Ellie to stand up along side her.

“I’m good here.” she said casually, resting her arms on the chair, even leaning on the back two legs with a smirk plastered on her face.

God, did she love to fuck with her. It was so easy.

“You’re infuriating, y’know that?” Dina stood there for a moment longer, betting how long she was willing to keep this up before she scoffed and threw up a hand. “Motherfuckin’ asshole,” and walked off with the sound of Ellie lowly snickering to herself ringing in her ears.

She texted her a few hours later, and for a second time that day, Ellie’s face had immediately scrunched at the sight of her and Alex’s messages.

Why can’t you just come over for like a few, just to talk

I’m really busy rn, we can soon tho

When is soon???

Hello?

Dina??

Yeah, I’m here. Idk. My schedule is a lot rn with work. we’ll talk. I’ll text you, okay?

Ellie read the message that Dina sent after the screenshot, firing back instantly.

Idk what to do

Tell him to FUCK. OFF.

But he’s really nice

bro

You literally went on like one date w him and he called you his girlfriend… and made you meet his parents at 7am on a Friday.. HE IS WEIRDDD

Idk

I should talk to him

Dina. U know he doesn’t just wanna talk. c’mon

Ellie’s phone goes stagnant for a new minutes, and she continues scrolling on her phone from the privacy of her apartment and the busted up couch she fell asleep on far too often.

Then another string of messages came in.

Seriously

Help

He’s coming ovsr

Over*

ELLIE

FUCK

Dude I can’t help you

You’re a lost cause

Wear protection or something Lol

Fuck u

Yeah I’d want to if he was the other option too

Sick burn

Yeah yeah I’m sure u will, don’t forget to pick up some Monistat LMAO

She chuckles to herself before there’s a slice of complete silence inside the walls of Ellie’s apartment, bring her back to reality when she finally tosses her phone aside next to her on the couch and slugging herself up and toward the kitchen.

Ellie had never been much of a cook. But then again, she’d never been much of anything, other than an artist. She didn’t like calling herself that though. She thought it was a little tacky and cliché. Artíst. Such bullshit.

But it was who she was. And artist, drawer, sketcher, painter… whatever, it’s all the same. Anyone who can see an idea in their mind and let it leave through the work of their hands is an artist by default.

That’s what landed her the job she has now, tattooing at a shop a few blocks over called InK & Sink.

It’s exactly what it sounds like. Kind of. It’s a place where a group of really high tattoo artists decided to open up a place that was the first tattoo and edible shop all in one place.

The edible shop is on the ground floor, mostly covered in neon signs and a cheesy bakery case near the front with a cash register. Tattooing was down a flight of stairs toward the back, in a renovated basement with the main wall painted a burnt-orange and full of a majority of previous tattoo stencils. And it was all run by a man called Drot. He has what’s left of a Romanian accent, ink covering his head to toe and a love for baking. (And a borderline criminal amount of stand mixers.)

Ellie absolutely loved her job. She loved everything about it. And she meant everything. It made her chest puff up with pride anytime someone came in specifically to get tattoo’d by her. Her work. They loved her work. They saw it online and needed to have it.

She loved talking to customers, and seeing the first timers (regardless of age) relax into her chair for sometimes hours at a time while she listened to their life stories. Knowing people. Learning about so many people. It fascinated her. It made her feel less alone, which she hated to think about, but loved to pretend it was normal to feel the way she did.

She sometimes wished she could record their conversations so she could one day playback all of them and keep them all for herself. The small group of people that she had this connection with, forever. But she obviously knew that was creepy. And weird… and a little stalkerish. But the sentiment was nice.

The pay was good too. She also loved that. And the fact that she had most holidays off. Drot didn’t like being open when it was any time the snow was past the welcome mat either, and he certainly didn’t enjoy the 45 minute drive every morning —especially if there was rain— from the shop to his house.

He was protective of his building, and his customers, and his staff. He loved them like his goddamn family. And as far as he was concerned, they were. His accent wasn’t only, but it was his past too. It was something that he didn’t talk about much, but the ink on his arms told that story well enough.

His parents came to the US from Romania, he was six. And he lived in Utah most of his life, up until high school when he went to Texas for college and stayed until his mid twenties. He met Mia here in New York within the first week… and now they have two kids, close to Ellie’s age.

Or so she guesses, he has their names on the back of his ankles with what Ellie can only assume is their birthdays just below them. She’s only ever seen it once, and has never met either of them. They don’t come around much.

She’s brought back into her kitchen now, the cold buzzing of her fridge sending a chill through her fingers as she pursed her lips together and slowly tapped lazily on the door, trying to decide what to eat.

She needed to go grocery shopping, badly. Her fridge was bare excluding some blueberries that rotted away in the corner, a tower full of sauces, old take out, and a pack of pudding she hadn’t opened yet.

She decided this was her dinner. Four chocolate pudding cups.

Ellie sighed, reaching forward into the cold box and pulling them back with an even heavier sigh. They’d expired. How that is? She had no idea. Seeing as they typically lasted over a year without going bad.

“Shit.” she said to herself, for some reason started looking around the room for something to eat… as if there would be a fully prepared dish hiding itself under all of her unopened mail.

Fuck, she did not want to leave right now. She wanted to stay in, to people watch from her window and then shower and go to bed. She did not want to go ou—

She went out. And she hated every minute of it. From her favorite corner store being closed, to some asshole not knowing how to drive and almost reversed into her… she hated all of it.

But it didn’t stop her from popping into the liquor store on the way back for some beer.

The bell rang above her head, the familiar ring to her reddened ears making her sigh. She didn’t want to let something so small bug her, but her patience was limited on an empty stomach. Probably why she was always fighting to urge to put someone in their place at any given time. Nerves running on nerves. Bone on bone.

“Welcome in,” the cashier said from behind the counter, finishing up checking out a group of kids half her age. Candy and soda and a bunch of other things trickled down into five different transactions. Counting pennie’s and dimes until they could cover it all.

Ellie took a breath in before making her way towards the back of the store, pulling the door open with a shaking hungry hand and grabbing the first 6-pack she saw. Her greedy fingers were wrapped around the cardboard carrier, and soon she was scanning the aisles for something to line her stomach for the night.

She landed on a Heath bar, some Pringles and a Cup-O-noodle. She also grabbed a bag of Skittles at checkout.

“You wanna bag?”

Ellie pulled her wallet from her back pocket and nodded, fishing out a twenty dollar bill as the cashier put her snacks and her form of a sleeping aid in the plastic bag.

She was soon rattling off a “Thank you.” as she stuffed her change into her front pocket and grabbed her things before nudging the door open with her elbow.

It didn’t take her long to crack open the shiny new 6-pack. At the next busied corner, she unclipped her carabiner from her belt loop and took her guitar shaped bottle opener and rather forcefully opened up her drink with a familiar and comforting hiss.

Pulling the glass bottle from its home, she put it to her lips and let it simmer down her throat.

Ellie drank beer, yes. She liked what she liked. She liked not only how it made her feel, but look. She thought it made her seem like the coolest person in the room sometimes. (she’d never admit that of course—although the smirk on her face nearly gave her away every time—) Plus, she wouldn’t be caught dead with a glass of wine in her hand if she could help it.

She hasn’t been drinking for very long (legally that is) and even before then, beer was always her go-to. And most available. It was light enough to make her feel buzzed and a little horny, but if she had a few more after that buzz… she nearly became unbearable.

She could still remember the good parts of the night, and block out the parts where she collapses to the ground with tears pooling in her eyes and curses under her breath until she’s crying so hard that the bottle in her hand fuzzes itself out of her grip with a loud, rippling crash as it hits the ground.

Ellie.

Beer.

They mixed; sometimes.

Tonight, it was the buzz of two to three beers. Her mouth was on the bottle until she stopped dead in her tracks to see a giant ass bed frame tilted halfway into the open door of the apartment diagonal from Ellie’s.

She scoffed under her breath, a low “Fuck,” falling from her lips as she stashed her drink in her bag and dragged her feet down the hall.

Who the fuck was moving in at… Jesus, it was only 7. She was a third of the way to a black out at 7pm on a Thursday, great.

“You have to move it, no— fuck! Seriously?” and that’s when Ellie had actually noticed him, coming out from behind the other side of the frame, throwing his arms up and yelling into the door.

“You have to move it! Don’t just stand there… Jesus Christ,” and Ellie pulls her brows together at the sound of his voice, all the alcohol pouring out of her and into the palms of her hands that had suddenly gone clammy.

She hears someone else, a softer voice compared to the scruffy shouts she had to ring out from her head. She seems upset. And rightfully so. This guy was being a dick.

“Can you just— for fucks sake, I’m trying!” and Ellie then see’s the bed frame shake back and forth with the emphasis of her words. It sent a shock of adrenaline through Ellie for some reason, and it made her spiral with a multitude of thoughts.

This must be her boyfriend, asshole. She should break up with him. Wonder if she likes girls. Wonder if she like’s mascs. Is she even gay? Bet she’s hot, her voice sounds kind of familiar, shit hopefully not… that’d be so awkward. What if it’s not? What if she—

“Dorin, can you fucking stop?! You’re gonna break it!” and she hears that same voice, and for some reason she tries to place it, slipping into the frames of faces she knows. She fails, but god, it was so distinct. So… familiar. She could’ve sworn she’d heard it before.

She was soon drawn from her endless daydream when he—Dorin, she could only guess— looked up at her, finally ceasing to take his hands from the metal and notice her standing there.

Ellie stood frozen in the hall, her eyes slightly widening when she realizes that he can see her, too.

“Sorry,” she spurts, remembering that her legs actually worked and used them to take a tentative step forward.

“‘t’s fine.” and he looks back into the door before taking a step back. He’s glaring inside the apartment, almost as if to say that it wasn’t actually fine at all.

But Ellie couldn’t move. She was afraid to take another step. She didn’t want to have to potentially face one of her hook ups… not if she could help it.

She couldn’t really walk anyways, because the frame was jutting out so far that it had blocked her path just enough to cut off access to her door. “Um, my door… it’s ah, the…” and she motioned her hand forward, god she was so fucking flustered.

He sighed, not even trying to hide his ire from her. “She can’t get by. We’re gonna have to fucking take it apart or something.” and he was leaning against it now.

The sight was an odd one, Ellie watching her new neighbor at a stand still with a gray metal bed frame and talk into his apartment. Even if she weren’t a little drunk, she’d be just as confused.

“I don’t have the directions! I thought you said it’d fit!” and Ellie could see the hazy vision of her set up, just getting ready for a tattoo. She remembered pulling apart paper towels, setting them down with the black haze of her gloves…

And she heard the murmur of her voice —or, someone’s— from what felt like a million miles away. She couldn’t fucking zero in on it. She needed to. She needed to know.

Without thinking, Ellie chirped up, walking a few more steps to see into the living room with boxes hoarding its corners. She couldn’t see her. “Might need to ditch it. These doors suck. ‘t’s gonna shred it.” and she looked to Dorin, trying to gage if he believed her.

She didn’t care honestly, she was fucking starving and needed to get inside her apartment and piece together this nightmare of a voice.

He pauses, looks back through the door and then back to Ellie. “…She’s right. Let’s just toss it. I’m too fucking tired for this right now.” and she can tell when he says it that she’s upset, but eventually she agrees.

And that’s how Ellie ended up tossing that stupid fucking bed frame down those same four flights of stairs until it was a sad pile of metal sitting on the curb.

Dorin had nearly demanded she stay upstairs, saying he didn’t need help, but Ellie wasn’t an asshole. He clearly needed help. In all honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know his left from right.

Okay, maybe she was kind of as asshole. Regardless, she wasn’t the type who just stood by and watched someone struggle to get their footing right when trying to throw a bed frame over the banister of the fourth floor.

Ellie had set down her bag by now, and stepped up to give him a hand. Which ultimately resulted in helping him carry it all the way back down and place what was left of it on the curb for someone to take.

“Thanks,” he said, wiping the palms of his hands on his jeans before reaching out to greet Ellie. “I’m Dorin.”

She glanced down at it before shaking it firmly. He wasn’t expecting, obviously. They never do. “Ellie.” was all she said.

When she climbed the stairs for a third time that day, Ellie had hoped she was standing outside the door or at the least, leaning against it frame before ducking behind a corner like a timid cat.

She wasn’t, of course. The door was closed shut for the night.

Probably for the best. Ellie didn’t want to be up late drawing sketches of her all night, she had work tomorrow. She was opening.

She had actually enjoyed the earlier shifts. Her body was still waking her as soon as the sun had risen, and not to mention… it had helped keep her schedule clear for the afternoons and evenings.

Although, it had been about a week or two since her last… escapade. She hadn’t really known why, but there was a flicker in her sex life that she had a hard time ignoring. Something had threatened to put it out.

She didn’t want to think about that right now. She just wanted to get inside her apartment and let what just happened roll of her shoulders with the help of what was inside her bag.

Ellie eventually trudged down the hall toward her door, unlocking it with a heavy sigh after failing the first two times. “God, dammit.” she swore under her breath before Dorin had come up after her and disappear behind his own door.

She pushed the door open, finally slipping inside. She was so tired all of this sudden. And her body had ached with something so deep that she actually lifted her shirt to feel around her ribs for a mark. There wasn’t one, but she felt it so much that she winced inside every time she took a step around her tiny kitchen.

In the matter of about ten minutes, Ellie was sitting in front of her TV with a styrofoam cup of ramen that had been devoured almost instantly along with an empty candy bar wrapper and an open can of Pringles, leaving her to lay down on her couch with an arm hanging off as she felt herself falling into a light sleep.

A few hours later, after her body had decided to fall deeper into the couch, she jerked herself awake with the sound of her phone pinging her back to the shrilling silence of her apartment. Followed by a starch in the air that was so thick, it had expressed a single dry cough from her.

“Shit,” she murmured, rubbing a hand over the side of her face and the deep marks that had left their presence with a red hue.

She looked down at the screen, reading the time. It was past nine.

I think I just met the love of my life.

He fucking held the door out for me when I was leaving Alex’s building and did that thing you know where they look u up and down

Holy shit fuck oh my god

Ellie blinked before replying, squinting when her fingers flew across the screen to message back.

Oh yeah? Should I order my tux? Do you need a flower girl???

No bc maybe

He didn’t even say anything to me but like in a hot way

Right…

Fuck off

He was hot

I hope he lives in the building maybe i’ll have to see Alex more til i figure out where he lives

Dina that’s fucking insane. How’d that go btw?

I assume he isn’t invited to the wedding??

Jesus, no

I’ll tell u tmrw, what time do you work?

Ellie rattles off her schedule to Dina for rest of the week and the following: four morning shifts and a closing.

She enjoyed working. Probably a little bit too much. But it was a good, stable job for her after all. And plus, it kept her mind busy; which was most important.

Dina replied a minute later with K sounds good before turning her phone on Do not Disturb, the notification popping up at the bottom of Ellie’s screen.

She eventually stands, her jeans suddenly feeling too tight on her legs as she made her way toward the bathroom to lazily peel them from her just before turning the shower on.

Ellie had hated nights like this. The ones that never seemed to end… no matter how hard she tried. Especially when she was fighting remembering. She wanted to forget. She so desperately wanted to forget and let it slip through the cracks of her brain down the shower drain.

But it wouldn’t, of course it wouldn’t. It was far too thick. Like a sludge that has coated the entirety of her before hardening around the biggest parts, cracking and blistering her skin like porcelain.

That’s what she was after all, something so fragile on the inside with a hard shell. And all it would take was some rain to wash it all away, leaving her exposed.

She rattled inside with every step she took, fear seeping through the bottoms of her shoes as if she were walking on eggshells. But can two of the same thing really break each other?

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In the dead of night, after her hair had partially dried—or begin to sweat— she was gasping against the still air of her bedroom, shooting up from her position to let in small hiccups that somewhat resembled a single breath. Inout inout inout.

Her eyes were wide open, scanning for her darkened surroundings. Feeling around her bed for the blanket that had once covered her, her books on her nightstand, the sleeping pills she never took. And her journal. She felt for her journal and the old cover that was familiar enough to make her feel as though she was thumbing a baby blanket.

You’re home. You’re safe. You’re safe. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1234. 1234. 1. 2. 3. 4.

Her dreams had begun eating her in her sleep again. Always the same one. And always so fucking real.

The next breathe she takes is deeper. Shaky, but long enough to make her rest her elbows on her spread out thighs and pinch the bridge of her nose with one hand. She lets it out, the shaky rattle nearly making her whistle.

She tries to forget. She wants to forget. To um-burn this memory from her brain and fill it with the memories that she is trying so hard to hold onto. The ones she keeps between the pages of her journal, the ones that are marked in ink as to never be erased or wiped clean.

She wants these memories inside her head. To jam pack with good and rid of the bad. Get rid of this stupid fucking nightmare that makes her cry before she even realizes she’s awake.

Ellie tells herself it’s only that. “It’s only a nightmare.” But it wasn’t. Before, it was a memory. Something that has stamped her red anger and blue with sadness to mend a broken purple that no one ever sees.

Her breathing begins to slow, and the loud drum of her heartbeat floods out when she looks out her window to catch a glimpse of the sky.

It always felt so big— so… targeted. But yet she always found herself in this moment with the moon. Watching over her as she tried to sooth herself back to sleep.

She does, (eventually) and soon enough the ringing in her ears fades, leaving her to only hear the sound her shaky ribs are making, listening just close enough to hear them rattle from deep within her chest.

Ellie’s hand reaches out from underneath her covers one last time, making sure she could feel the familiar cracked up material of her book. She fell back asleep just a few moments later.

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As soon as the moon says goodnight and the Sun begins to wake, as does Ellie. The blinding curl of its brightness makes her squint and throw a hang over her face, smudging her hair to cover her eyes too.

Ellie sighs, letting the sound relish for a minute before throwing her legs over the side of her unmade bed and look for some clean clothes. God, did she seriously need to get her shit together.

She should be more prepared honestly. Having the seasons changed had usually helped, but now it… it had felt different.

Like the sludge wasn’t just just coating over her, but eating her. Letting itself inside to soak through the cracks of her skin as if she was already dead, forming roots from her brittle bones as the earth enveloped her in and drained every last ounce of herself that was left to her name.

Soon enough she finds some pants to wear, a ripped pair of black jeans, torn at the knee. Ellie wasn’t much of a shopper, she rarely bought clothes until they shredded themselves from her body. And because she knew that, she kept her closet filled with identical replicas. Mostly black, but there were a few nice shirts she wore and even a pair of dress shoes.

She never wore those though. She never had anywhere nice to go… still, she had them; just in case.

And as she pulled the jeans over her lose boxers, Ellie had heard the low murmurs of that same voice, and she thought maybe she was dreaming.

But no. She had heard it right. The muffled sound becoming less as she opened her bedroom door to hear her through the thin material of her apartment wall, followed by the striking sound of what Ellie could only guess was her banging —or kicking?— at her own door.

“Motherfucker!” she heard her say, and the way it rang in her ears tunneled so deep she got stuck in her tracks.

It was so fucking familiar. Where has she heard it? This was going to drive her absolutely fucking insane. But she tried to ignore it anyway, finding herself actually shake her head out of the daze and squint when she peeped through the hole in her front door.

She could see her standing there with some of her things including a large cup with a handle and her bag. But… no shoes. Or keys, by the looks of it.

Shit, she thought. That must suck. But where was her boyfriend? Bet he’s passed out. Dick.

Ellie stood there for another moment before the growl of her stomach had peeled her away from the peephole. She made an empty promise to find something on the way to work, knowing she wasn’t going to stop. And that she’d eat on her lunch. Knowing she had over a 2 hour session at noon today.

But this is how it always was. This is what the sludge did. Take and take and take. Give, then take some more… and take a little extra. Just giving her enough to keep her alive.

Eventually though, she finished getting ready. And that meant combing through her hair just to pull it back and doing the same with a T-shirt that hung loose on her cracked ribs. She slid her converse on and grabbed her Ipad and the rest of her things before slipping them into her black messenger bag and out the door.

She tried not to notice how her eyes were glued onto her as soon as she finished locking her door and turned to see the backside of her, and how suddenly she had the urge to pretend she left something inside and climb out the fire escape. Or how fucking pretty she was. Her hair was done nicely— nicer than Ellie’s— and had pieces that framed her face.

Jesus she was getting dizzy. She looked away, hoping she hadn’t seen the utter shock on her face.

Holy shit. Oh my god oh my god ohmygodohmygod.

“Morning,” she said, and it was then that Ellie had to pretend she wasn’t shitting bricks while she stared hard enough trying to get the key out of her door that it might melt under her gaze.

She turned. Played it cool, because this was so cool. Totally nonchalant.

“Morning.” she replied, then, because she was totally chill, she tilted her head up toward her and spoke again. “Locked out?”

She looked down then, avoiding Ellie’s eyes before a dry chuckle left her lips. “Yeah, I uh.. guess you could say that. Think it’s jammed or s’mthing.” she looked embarrassed, crossing her feet that displayed her socks.

Ellie took a step toward her down the hall, trying to pluck her words to form a sentence over the raging sound of her heard pounding inside her chest, threatening to burst right then and there.

“Damn, that sucks. You tried uh…?” and Ellie fell short when she looked her in eye, suddenly losing all the air from her lungs and every ounce of blood from her veins.

Jesus, what the fuck.

“If you’re gonna say opening it, then yes. And I tried my key, it won’t work. I also don’t have my phone.” and it was then that somewhere Ellie knew she should offer to help.

There was a slice of herself that was open, ready to help and offer up her phone to call someone, but it shrunk before her voice had found it’s way up her throat to say it, sinking a thousand feet into the depths of her stomach with a gulp.

“Shit. Well I hope you figure it out.” and she didn’t say another word before making her way past her— ignoring the smell of her perfume radiating off of her and staining Ellie’s nostrils with the hint of honey— toward the stairs.

As soon as she was out of ear-shot, she swore under her breath. “Fuck!” leaving her lips as her feet had stomped down all three remaining floors and onto the street where she pulled a hand down her face with a low groan.

“What the fuck,” she said to herself. She had been a fucking asshole, for no reason. No reason at all. She could go back up there, offer up her phone, shit she’d even give her her own shoes. But she knew she wouldn’t. She knew that. Ellie would move out if it meant never having to go through that again.

And jesus, what had gotten into her? She felt… nervous. But not the same kind of nervous she felt before taking a girls shirt off… Something that felt unfamiliar and uncertain. Like she was about to jump off a cliff with nothing but a paper clip to help crash her fall.

As if she really were falling, and the pavement underneath her feet had shattered and begun giving out beneath her converse. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t.

Ellie snapped her eyes shut for a moment, breathing in the air that had already began warming with the rising sun.

You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re in control. 1234,1234.

She only let herself stand there for a moment longer before she curled her toes inside her shoes and managed to begin walking. Jesus, she was losing it.

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Soon enough, Ellie makes it inside the door of InK & Sink with a few minutes to spare. She hated being late, but today by some miracle she had actually managed to make it in time. She had an early appointment —just after 9:30– so she had made her way downstairs after saying a quick “Morning.” to Drot in passing.

He waved her off a silent greeting, his phone pressed to his ear listening closely. “And you tried it again? Well… fuck, can’t you just… okay. No. It’s okay, it’s fine.” And he sighed, running a hand over his face just as Ellie had taken her first steps downstairs.

“Hold on a second, hold. Hey! Ellie? C’mere for a minute.” And her lips had tugged in a straight line, just before she wiped it off and let her brows turn ‘casually’ as she made her way back to him, leaning against the archway.

“Would you um, mind working the cash register for a bit? Just a bit… my um.. my daughter locked herself out, she uh… yes I gotta— No, I’m not going to break… yeah, yes, yes. Okay.” And it was then that he looked toward her, waiting for her response that she had failed to form inside her head.

She said something, not realizing until the words echoed through the thunder washing over her ears.

“Uh… I have uh… yeah. Yeah, sure.” and that’s all she said as she watched him say a few more words into his phone before swapping places with Ellie and making it out the door in the matter of about thirty seconds.

His Daughter. His. Daughter. She was his daughter. Oh god she was so screwed.

No. No. That could be anybody, a really weird coincidence. There’s a lot of people in New York, in her building. Not a chance it’s the same person.

But her voice. Her voice. She heard it through the phone. Somebody’s. Someone must’ve given her a phone to use. Fuck. That’d be a nightmare if she’d given her phone to use and her dad’s contact was already there. Jesus.

No, can’t be her. It’s not. Why is this such a big deal? Why can’t you just let it go, roll off your shoulders. C’mon. You’re not gonna get fired for being an asshole to his kid. No way.

This is what the inside of Ellie’s head was thinking the whole fifteen minutes she was working a cash register she had little to no experience working, all while greeting customers and playing Baker in her black head-to-toe outfit.

“$6.24 for ya’.” and she held the small parchment paper bag across the counter, swapping it for cash and pressing for the till drawer.

“Have a good one,” she echoed, just before the door had opened and the soft bell rang in her ears.

“Welc— oh, hey.”

“Hey.” Drot said, dropping his head between his shoulders and chuckling low.

Ellie could see the slow shake of his head with each quiet laugh, and with each second she grew more anxious.

“This mornings’ been interesting, no?” He looked up now, a grin planted on his lips as he patted her on the shoulder that would’ve been hard enough to shatter the bone there if she let it.

“Interesting? Uhh… guess so.”

He leans back against the opposing counter— a little to Ellie’s right, and nods her away from the cash register.

“My daughter. She just moved. Forgot her keys. inside and had no shoes on. No. She had her old keys.” he was smiling at her, inviting Ellie to do so along side him.

She offered up a small chuckle followed by a raise of her eyebrows and a single. “Ah.”

He sighs to himself before standing up straight and making Ellie’s eyes jump up to meet his gaze.

“She’s you’re age. A little younger. You should meet her. She’s… like you.”

“Like me?” and she says it before fully realizing, letting it slip right past her lips.

“Yeah… she uh.. well, you know. Eh, forget it. Go, go.” Drot is ushering her away from his register and toward the small swing king door near the end of the counter.

She grabbed ahold of her bag with a fist, turning to look back at him before she made her way down the stairs.

Like her? What did he mean like her? She couldn’t let herself think on it. She had a job to do. Work to do. She couldn’t let her mind fall out of her head on the clock.

Which is why when she met Dina for coffee after work, she was all Ellie kept thinking about.

“And then— while he was fucking on top of me he tells me he loves me?! Like are you kidding? So then after that I was li— Ellie, are you listening?”

She wasn’t. Her eyes were narrowed in on the small lights that were strung up above both of their heads, counting and watching the bulbs flicker until she was blinking back into reality when she heard her own name.

“Yeah, yeah. I am.” and she clears her throat and shakes the thought of her out of her head.

“What’d I say?”

“He said he loved you… like a fucking weirdo.” and that cracked Dina a little bit. Before she collected herself and took a sip of her drink.

“What? Like I’m wrong? Alex is weird; and I mean that in every extreme way possible. Yeah sure whatever he’s ‘nice’… but Dina. You can do better. You know you can.”

“I— I feel guilty okay?”

“Don’t! You shouldn’t. I’m serious.”

“Ellie…” she tilts her head with a stare.

Ellie does the same, mimicking her time when she says: “Dina. Really though. You know I’m right.”

“Yeah, but I’m not giving you that ego boost.” and she shakes her head as she leans back into her chair.

Ellie smirks. “You already did.”

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They sit outside bickering back and forth like this for another hour, cracking jokes and mostly pissing Dina off while Ellie spreads her legs wider to try and fight the shake she feels inside them. She was running on this coffee alone, and it was starting to finally become noticeable.

“You cold or something? You’re shaky.” Dina has her forearms pressed against the table, leaving the pattern against her skin when she reaches across to try and feel for herself.

Ellie pulls back when they make contact, shrugging her off with denial. “No. I’m good.”

“You eat today?” and the pull in her brows is one that Ellie doesn’t like.

But she laughs it off, tries not to notice how shifty and full she’s filling with guilt alone. “Yes, mom. I stopped somewhere this morning.”

“Ellie… it’s after four.” and she looked away from her to reach inside her bag for something— her wallet. “Here, let me—”

“I have money. I’ll just go get something inside. That make you happy?” Ellie was already planting her feet on the ground before Dina could answer, and she was pushing back from her chair to make her way inside to order.

She was pissed at herself. Pissed that her hands we’re shaking so badly at only 4 o’clock, that Dina had noticed, that she hadn’t noticed and can’t make them stop.

She’s also pissed because she wasn’t watching where the fuck she was going, and she bumped right into someone hard enough to spill their coffee on the tile.

She’s reaching out to land a hand on their arm before drawing her feet back away from the forming puddle. “Fuck, I’m-”

Her. It was her. Ellie’s eyes are glued onto hers, noticing the deep hazel and the mascara on her lashes. And her wispied bangs that fell a little too perfect on her face. And her face; she noticed her face. The three freckles that connected around her right eye in a constellation of a tria—

“You’re good…” she said, dipping her eyebrow in recognition. “Oh, hey. It’s you.” and she goes to point a finger, but her arm is still in Ellie’s grasp.

Ellie let’s go when she realizes. She didn’t even notice it there at first, but now, the feeling is vast and leaves her bicep with a map of goosebumps. Almost like Ellie had taken the heat right from her and placed it into her cheeks that were the color of a ripening tomato.

When her hand falls, Ellie lets the scene before her unfold for a moment. Taking in the spilled drink on the floor— and noticing she finally a pair of on. Without thinking, she tells her that.

“Finally got shoes on huh?” and she looks down at her own feet, wearing a pair of black Dr Martens that had now made her an inch or two taller than Ellie.

A little confused, she agrees. “Yeah, I do.”

And for some reason —unknown to her— Ellie perks up to specify. “From this morning. No shoes… You were uh, locked out…”

Soon there’s recognition in her voice, making her eyebrows raise and a laugh to stumble from her lips as she speaks. “Oh! Yeah… yeah, I got in. Yeah. Surprised you remembered honestly. You seemed.. in a rush.”

There’s a beat. One serged with electricity that would shock the two of them if they touched.

“Sorry.” Ellie says. She can’t help but wince when she says it.

She looks at her, still lost in the conversation. Ellie doesn’t know why she keeps fucking this up. Even when she’s apologizing.

“About your coffee. And this morning… and last night. I was an asshole. I— I don’t know why I did that. I don’t- I’m not usually… like that.” Liar.

She waves Ellie off. The ring on her middle finger glistens against her hand when she moves into a sunspot. “No worries. Shit happens.”

Shit happens? She thought about it for a second. Yeah. Shit does happen. No worries.

“Still. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I swear I’m not always that… much of an asshole.”

She laughs a little. “Sounds like something an asshole would say.”

Ellie pauses when she says this, a little struck by her words; a little guilty. It doesn’t last long when she breaks and says: “I’m fucking with you. Everyone’s a little bit of an asshole sometimes.”

To this, Ellie actually sighs in relief. She fucking sighs. Just fucking with you.

“Right. Well.. I feel like one. Do you want another drink? On me.” she’s pulling out her wallet from her back pocket before she can even object.

She takes a moment to consider it; furrowing her brows in thought before she begins to actually… grin. “You always buy your neighbors coffee?”

Ellie’s cheek swell with a red hue she is hoping to hide with a snarky remark. “Only the cute ones.” she shoves one of her shaky hands in her back pocket.

She blows a breath from her nose, a half-laugh. “So you do this pretty often then huh?”

“Nah… you’re the first.” and that’s true. She’s never done this before.

Of course she hasn’t. Because if she had— she wouldn’t be so fucking nervous.

“Lucky me then.” and she pauses, looking at Ellie for a beat… almost like she’s hesitating. Almost like she’s waiting for Ellie to make a move.

The moment passes, and she pipes up again.

“Well, what if I wanted to buy you coffee?”

Ellie shifts in her stance. She was getting lightheaded, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was starving… or flirting in the middle of a coffee shop with her brand new neighbor. Who was also her employer daughter. (Possibly.) [Definitely, without a doubt.]

“Why would you wanna buy me coffee?”

“Do I need a reason?”

She’s faultering, cracking and smudging, about to melt into a puddle next to this spilled coffee that was soaking into the grey tile. “…No. Guess not.”

She smiles. And of course it’s incredible. “Alright. Good. So, what do you want?”

“Well what do you want? You gonna let me buy you something?”

By now, she is reaching over to grab a handful of napkins, crouching down to begin wiping away the mess.

“Eh. I’ll think about it.”

Ellie scoffs. She shakes her head. And she can’t fucking believe she’s doing this in broad daylight.

But… what was she doing? She’d flirted in public before, and she’d done even more than that.. so why was she getting so shy? Why was the sludge melting away with the heat of her cheeks and the sweat of her palms when she reaches to grab some tissues and begins to help clean up.

And because Ellie is secretly terrified this feeling will go away.. she fights to make more conversation. “Sorry about your bed. The doors are pretty shit.”

She mops up her drink, wadding up the napkins and tosses them without standing. “It’s alright. I kinda fuckin’ hated that thing to be honest. It was a bitch to put together.”

She’s watching Ellie, her slender fingers and shortened nails were a sight. And this Ellie could pick up on. The sudden feeling of her eyes darting down to watch this very mundane but intimate moment.

Jesus, it just felt like the two of them.

Like the world had fallen away, the music muffled out, chatter quieting to a white noise. The only thing Ellie saw was her. She could feel the scratchy material of the brown napkin and the weight of her hazel eyes on her movements.

It was so… bold. So full and alive. Light. Simple. Delicate.

Ellie had to say something. Shit. Her brain was scattering with her eyes on her. Her neighbors eyes on her. Her neighbor who had a boyfriend. Maybe.

Fuck, it didn’t matter… she had to stand back up and make sure she didn’t pass out from whatever was going on.

Eventually she does, straightening her knee’s from her squat and adjusting her jeans that had rode down to reveal her boxers underneath.

Ellie is standing and looking down her feet when she notices the coffee has stained the laces of her shoes.

Not that she minds, they were already dirtied from wearing them everyday; that was a given. And even if she did mind: Shit happens. No worries.

From the corner of her eye she see’s her stand back up too… and it’s then that she realizes she never asked her name.

So she does.

Her head is shooting up with the thought, rushing to find her eyes that were already looking at Ellie. Her hands go clammy again. God.

“I uh, I never.. Oh my god I can’t even talk. What’s your name?” and Ellie shakes her head with disbelief. Her game is way off.

She laughs. Not mean, Ellie can tell. She cracks a smile when her eyes line with a shine from the sun.

“Poe.”

Poe. Poe. Poe.

It had suited her better than she had even begin to think, slotting it into place and sighing when it clicked there.

“Cool, cool. I’m Ellie, by the way.” she breathed out something pathetic, a sliced up nervous laugh.

But Poe was smiling at her, Poe.

Poe… was smiling at her.

“Nice to meet you, officially.”

“Yeah, you too.”

The thick hum in the air felt like a barbed wire, zapping Ellie’s skin when Poe spoke up again.

“So, Ellie, you gonna buy me some coffee or what?” and the grin on her lips was wide enough to make Ellie slip from the reality back into their banter.

So much so that she’d completely forgotten about Dina, leaving her to text Ellie a string of messages and a pissed tone scorching through the screen.

But Ellie couldn’t be worried. Because Poe was sitting in Dina’s freshly abandoned chair. Smiling.

At her.

She was so fucked.

|

Later that night— after Poe had made her order some gluten free lemon poppy bread (which Ellie said: “Shit tastes like dirt. Dirt if you pissed in it.”) and then laughed at her when she tried to wash it down with her coffee but ended up with a mouthful of what tasted like burnt shit.

Then offered up her own drink to be told it was “Milk and ice. A shittier version of vanilla ice cream.”— Ellie had made it home and was tucked into her bed with her journal and pen.

Her hand was scribbling across the page, racing her brain for the details before they slipped and tugged through the cracks after sleeping on it.

She fills up another page, talking about all the things that choke up her sobs… and finally sketches a dragon on the back, covering up the nightmare from last night— soaking it into the scales of the monster.. letting it’s fiery breath burn the memories that fuel the rot in her brain.

Ellie sighs before she wipes her face with the back of her hand, pulling the cuff of her sweatshirt over her palm and sniffling.

The routine is coming to a close when she sets her journal back on her nightstand and gets to her feet, trudging to the bathroom to get ready for bed and make sure she is still the same person in the mirror.

It never comforts her when she see’s herself… part of her hopes that maybe, just maybe, that one day she will flip the light switch and won’t recognize herself.

But of course she does. She knows the freckles on her face and their placement on her skin, the scar on her temple, her stoned over green eyes; turned dark and cold over the last few years… she see’s it all, and she wishes she didn’t.

She see’s something else that night… when she’s asleep in her bed after the clock passes 1AM.

She see’s Poe, standing in her doorway, with her hands crossed over her chest and a closed lipped smile across her face. She was the moon, and she was brighter than all the lights in New York City.

[tdoong15]

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED AN ASK I'M SO SO SO SORRY. BASICALLY I SAVED WHAT I WAS DOING TO MY DRAFTS SO IF MY PHONE GLITCHED (SINCE IT DOES IT A LOT) I STILL HAD IT I THEN WENT TO CONTINUE WRITING BUT I DELETED EVERYTHING INSTEAD.

Anyway I'll try to remember as much as I can.

Little!SMC Kid!Nayeon Cg!Jeonghyo

Warnings: yelling, crying(?)

Ipad kid

Nayeon woke up and she felt mentally younger than normal and whenever she was like that she wanted nothing more than to simply watch videos on the TV or her IPad which she kept at the side of her bed. But she also knew that she had to do her morning routine before she was even allowed to even have access to her IPad or the TV because if she had them immediately she would be too distracted and not get anything done.

The bunny left her room and walked to the kitchen to have her breakfast, it was the most important meal of the day after all. When she reached the kitchen she saw her mom and mama preparing breakfast for everyone. "Good mornin' mom and mama" Nayeon waves at them, her voice was loud but a slight tiredness seeped through since she had only just woken up. "Oh good morning Nay" Jeongyeon says when she heard Nayeon's voice, she then passes Nayeon her drink and carries her plate to the table.

Nayeon rushes to the table and quickly eats her Lucky Charms and drinks her juice because she was very eager to go on her IPad and to have some well deserved quality time to herself despite her not doing anything significant. Once she finished her breakfast she ran to her room and grabbed her IPad, then back to the living room where she dived on the couch, occupying all of it since she layed down on it, Nayeon also turned on the TV and put on the new Trolls movie for some noise in the background.

In the hallway, Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were playing a game based on the show called 'Jake and the Neverland Pirates' because they all seemed to enjoy the adventure that the show obviously has. Dahyun decided she was Jake since she was the oldest out of the trio, she also made Chaeyoung be Cubby because she was the shortest and Tzuyu was Izzy out of the process of elimination according to Dahyun anyway.

"Guys wook, it's Captain Hook!" Tzuyu pointed to Nayeon who was peacefully playing on her IPad. Dahyun audibly and loudly gasps for dramatic effect "We need to defeat the bad guy so we can get our tweasure" She declares, and lifts her foam sword, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu copy her action. "Okay on the count of thwee" Dahyun whispers but Chaeyoung was already running to where Nayeon was. "CHAWGE!!!!" Chaeyoung yells, Dahyun and Tzuyu were closely behind Chaeyoung before they hit Nayeon repeatedly with their foam swords.

Nayeon tried to use her hands to block the attacks until she got really annoyed and started screaming "STOP! I DON'T WANT TO PLAY YOUR SILLY AND DUMB BABY GAME!" Nayeon then grabbed the swords and broke them. Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu looked in shock for a few seconds then they started crying loudly and running off to Jihyo and Jeongyeon. Nayeon on the other hand grumbled to herself and she went back to playing on her IPad but she had a frown on her face when she played.

Jihyo and Jeongyeon were in Jihyo's room casually talking about videos they've seen on Instagram until the door burst open and the three youngest were sobbing while they ran onto the bed in their pirate costumes. "What's wrong sweeties?" Jihyo's voice was filled with worry and concern because it wasn't everyday that she had to deal with all three of SMC bawling their eyes out. After a few minutes Chaeyoung was able to choke out some sort of a sentence "N-Nayeonie mean. She bwoke our swords and said she wouldn't play with us." Jeongyeon and Jihyo both let out a sigh out of relief that it wasn't something really serious but it was out of disappointment because of what Nayeon did.

"Hey it's okay, I'll go talk to Nay now about her behavior" Jeongyeon says softly whilst she stands up from the bed and walks to the living room, leaving Jihyo to calm down the maknae line, which was surprisingly easy because they all fell asleep after they tired themselves out due to their massive crying session.

Jeongyeon walked into the living room and spots Nayeon pouting as she played her game called Project Sekai. "Nayeon why did you make Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu cry? I didn't expect you to do something like that" Jeongyeon shakes her head out of disappointment. "Well I'm not gonna play a stupid pirate game because only babies play it" Nayeon frowns, she never looked up from her IPad. Jeongyeon decides that she needs to discipline Nayeon for her behavior so she acts on her thoughts. "Alright give me that IPad of yours because you're not having that or the TV for the rest of the day because of your attitude and actions, Nay" Jeongyeon easily grabs the remote and places it in her pocket, the actual challenge was getting the IPad out of Nayeon's grasp.

"Let go of your IPad, Nay." Jeongyeon commands but it was in a calm voice. Nayeon on the other hand wasn't one for giving up so easily "No you let go, old woman!" She retaliates, this then starts a tug of war between Jeongyeon and Nayeon which ends up with Jeongyeon dragging Nayeon across the dorm whilst she tries to get the IPad out of Nayeon's hands. "Hey, Hyo I need some help here" Jeongyeon calls out to Jihyo, who immediately goes over to see what the problem was. "What's going on?" Jihyo asked and her presence was enough to make Nayeon let go of her IPad and try to look innocent.

"Mom was being mean to me mama" Nayeon gave her best puppy dog eyes, which Jihyo didn't fall for this time. "Are you sure it wasn't because she was disciplining you because you've done something naughty?" She questioned Nayeon, who immediately frowned and gave up her act. "Yeah... But it's not my fault that they hit me constantly with their swords." Nayeon looks down at the floor and she messes with her hands. "We understand that Nay, but you shouldn't break their toys. Would you like it if they did it to one of your toys" Jeongyeon knelt down to meet Nayeon's eyes. Nayeon shakes her head and she finally understands what she actually did and how it was bad.

"Right, you're going to sit in timeout for five minutes and once you're out go apologize to Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu" Jihyo tells Nayeon in a gentle tone. Nayeon went to the timeout corner without any complaints and she sat down in complete silence. After 5 minutes, Nayeon expected to be told by her mom or mama that her time was up, instead she was greeted with Tzuyu's face in front of her own face as well as Dahyun and Chaeyoung next to her ears. "Mama and mommy said that your time is up. And you need to say sowwy to us." Tzuyu explains quietly, she decides to stay in the same place.

"Chop chop, bunny Nayeonie." Dahyun says seriously and directly in Nayeon's ear. This made Nayeon make a face of pain, she then shuffled backwards so she could see all three of them. "I'm really sorry for being a big meanie earlier. Can we play together?" Nayeon says as nicely as possible. Her question made SMC's faces light up in excitement at the idea of actually playing with their older sister. "Yes! Play with Nayeonie!" Chaeyoung cheered as she grabbed her fixed sword behind her back, Dahyun and Tzuyu also grabbed their swords from behind their backs.

The rest of the day, until dinner time was filled with laughter and Screams as Nayeon was chased around the house by DaChaeTzu who recklessly waved their foam swords even when they weren't close to Nayeon. They carried on with their totally accurate swordsmanship skills until Nayeon showed them the treasure, which was only a box full of her toys but in their imaginations that was the gold they wanted.

Hello everyone as you could tell from the very first thing I did an extremely dumb thing. However, on a different note I've just been allowed to go on my break from work and college and thankfully everything that I've ordered has come this year instead of it being lost in shipping. Also a fun fact, my dog believes in Santa because normally she falls asleep at midnight but on Christmas Eve she falls asleep at 9 at night.

[panjakes]

Can I request a jake x hybrid reader where the reader is a bunny hybrid and the rest of enhypen comes over after not hanging with jake for a while, also jake gets jealous

"When's the last time we hung out?" Heesung asks with a groan. He missed hanging out with his friends

"Two months ago" Niki says shrugging

"It has not been that long" Jake says

'"We went go cart racing…two months ago"sunghoon

says

"It has been a while…we can hang at my place. I bought more Nintendo switch controller”Jake says

"I have nothing else to do" jungwon says

'Yeah I'm down" jay says

"Let's get snacks first" Sunwoo says

"I have to stop by the market anyway” Jake says

Mean while.

Yn sat on the bed brushing her hair waiting for Jake to come home. Her days were boring when he went to school and work.She looks over at the iPad Jake had bought her looking at the time. He was usually home by now.

Where was he?

Before she could even start worrying, she could hear jakes keys and the locks turn. She waits to hear the door open before jumping off the bed. Just as she hears him take his shoes off she runs to the door with. hears him take his shoes off she runs to the door with Layla right behind her. Both of them jumping on him

“Jake!" Yn shouts happily

"Hey princess what you do all day?" Jake asks wrapping his free arm around Yn's waist so he doesn't drop her

"I played mortal Kombat and took Layla for a walk" Yn says proudly

"That's nice I got you a treat!" Jake says making the girl smile, tail twitching in excitement

Jake puts her down on the couch completely forgetting about the company he invited over

"What is it!?" Yn asks excitedly

"You have to guess" Jake says smirking

"Jake no! You know I hate guessing"Yn says groaning

"Okay fine. I got you donuts!" Jake says pulling out

a bag of glazed donuts from his bookbag.Yn snatches them instantly opening them popping some in her mouth

"Thank you Jake!" Yn says smiling

"'Your welcome princess, don't eat them all or you'll

get a stomach ache like last time" Jake says making the curly haired girl cringe at the memory

"He has a bunny?!" Niki whispers getting Yn's attention

She peaks around Jake seeing the group of boys standing at the door. One seemed to be familiar with layla.

"Jake. Who are they?" Yn asks pointing behind him

"Oh I forgot! These are my friends" Jake says

"How do you forget when we're standing right here?"Sunwoo asks

"I get pretty distracted when Yn's around” Jake says smiling placing a hand on her head making her smile

"Hi”Yn says with a wave

"Oh my gosh! She's so cute!" Heeseung says

"Are these the friends you were telling me about?" Yn asks

"Yes! This is Heeseung, jay, sunghoon, Jungwon,Niki, and Sunoo" Jake says pointing to each person

Yn mumbles their names before pointing them out

"Okay!” She says walking off talking Layla and he day of donuts with her.

“Oh…kay” jay says scratching his head

“That’s my Yn” Jake says laughing

The guys follow right behind her going to the living room where the Nintendo switch was hooked up to the tv.

“How long have you been playing Yn?” Jake asks

“Uhh an hour” she says shrugging

“Wanna get bussed in Mario cart?” Jake asks with a smirk

“Boy please! I win everytime! I believe it’s 1 to 15?” Yn says smirking

“Give me a controller now!” Jake says

The boys watched as the two bonded. It was like it came so naturally for them. Yn seemed so comfortable around Jake.

“Oh yeah! I bussed your ass again!” Yn jumps up

“Yn! Language!” Jake says standing up from the floor

“Oops. Sorry” she says giggling making the rest of the guys follow suit.

“Who wants to lose next?” Yn asks turning to the boys

“Me! Im a Mario cart pro” Niki says taking jakes spot

“Come on sunghoon help me in the kitchen” Jake says making the man smack his lips

“I just knew you were going to ask me” he mumbles before standing up from his seat to following Jake to the kitchen

“So what does she eat, like carrots?” Sunghoon asks

“Don’t stereotype hybrids…Yn actually doesn’t like carrots” Jake says peeling a orange

“So what does she eat then?” Sunghoon asks pouting chips into a bowl

“She’s a vegetarian. Usually I make her a rice bowl with veggies and stuff. Having Yn around has changed my diet” he says putting the oranges into a bowl with the other fruit

“Ah that’s cool. When did she start living here?” He asks

“Uhhh about two months ago. she was originally with my sister but since she’s in med school she couldn’t really take care of her, so she started living with me” Jake says shrugging

“That’s cool, you two seem close” Sunghoon says collecting cups from the cabinets

“Yeah. I love Yn” Jake says smiling

Sunghoon smirks over at Jake

“Oh so you LOVE her” he says causing jake to Ouse with a blush on his face

“I-I Uh” he says making Sunghoon laugh

“It’s okay jake. She seems like a pretty nice girl. I totally see you two together” he says patting jakes back

“Yeah, that would be nice, but I doubt Yn even has those types of interest” jake says picking the bowl up heading to the living room

Jake paused at the door way as he seen Yn and Heeseung play fighting. He knew she could be pretty playful at times but the pang in his chest didn’t.

“Yn I got you a bowl of fruit” he says

Yn stops playing with Heeseung running over to him grabbing the bowl before saying thank you and going back over to Heeseung offering him some of the fruit

Jake couldn’t help the glare he threw towards Heeseung. Sunghoon smirks at Jake who sat across from the two.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where are your parents?” Jake heard Heeseung ask

“They’re traveling marine biologist. So I’m pretty sure they’re like somewhere over seas.” Yn says

“Aww that’s cool! If you don’t mind can I know more about them?” Heeseung asks making Jake a little bit upset

You never told him about your parents, granted he never asked and it was never brought up but he thought you were close like that.

“Uh yeah! My dad is a hybrid and my mom is human. They met in collage and got married after they graduated. Soon they had me. They didn’t decide to travel until I graduated middle school. They’re close friends with jakes family and his older sister agreed to take care of me” Yn says shrugging

“Aww it must be cool to have marine biologist as parents” Heeseung says

“Yeah we had good times, just wish we can have more” Yn says with a pout

“It’s okay Yn, they seem like they really care about you” Heeseung says patting her back

“Thanks” Yn says with a small smile before hugging Heeseung

Yn pulled away feeling jakes eyes burning on her skin

Jake gets up storming to the kitchen. Yn noticed and followed him.

“Jake?what’s wrong?” Yn asks grabbing his hand

He snatches his hand back with an eye roll

“Nothings wrong. Go back and play with Heeseung” he says with a scoff

He watches as Yn seemed to shrink in size as her ears dropped in sadness

“W-why are you being mean?” She asks

Jake turns around before sighing

“I’m sorry Yn I just, I don’t like you being so close to Heeseung. I just wish…it was me” jake says. Yn could feel her cheeks getting hot.

“Y-you like me?” She asks making Jake nod.

She places her hands in her Afro before smiling at Jake.

“Why are you smiling?” He asks.”

Yn laughs before wrapping her arms around him confusing him more.

“I like you too jake” she says making him smile. He wraps his arms around Yn . Placing a hand on top of her of her head placing a kiss on her forehead

“I need to trim your ears. Your hair is growing everywhere” jake says smiling

”I don’t want to sit through a trim” Yn says

“It has to be done” jake says smiling

“So am I like…your girlfriend now?” Yn asks

“I didn’t ask did I? Im sorry. You can be my girlfriend only if you want to be” he says making Yn giggle

“Well I do want to be your girlfriend” Yn says putting her face into his chest

Jake rests his head onto of her head. The scent of coco butter and oil sheen filling is nose

“Come on, the guys are waiting for us” jake says

“Okay!” Yn says following Jake to the living room

“Awwww they’re a couple now!!” Sunghoon says

“Oh be quiet, or I’ll have Yn beat you in Mario cart” jake says sitting on the couch

“Yeahh whatever but you have Heeseung to thank” Sunghoon says smirking

“Why me?” Heeseung mumbles putting chips into his mouth

“Cause you made Jake jealous” Sunghoon says

“Really?” Heeseung asks

“Really!” Sunghoon says

“I was just trying to get to know Yn, I know she’ll be around for a while” Heeseung says

“Jealous or not, I have the girl I want” jake says throwing an arm around Yn

Yn throws a hand over his face to hide her hot cubby cheeks

“Either way they’re a couple now Yn come here and beat Jungwon in Mario cart” Niki says

“Okay!” Yn says jumping up from the couch grabbing the controller

All Jake could do was sit back in admiration.

[timpac-capstone]

Week 10

I finally did another digital drawing, this time using Adobe Fresco on an iPad Air 2. This piece was actually way more relaxing to draw than the last time I tried drawing digitally on Krita using my roommate's touchscreen laptop because nothing was glitching out. Everything worked perfectly this time and the Apple pencil felt very intuitive in my hand. I still struggled to get my line work to look nice and I'm not sure if the process in which I colored and shaded my drawing was the way most people do it but after finishing this piece I walked away wanting to do more digital art which is a victory in itself.

When I walked out of Manga in New York I finally understood the importance of how the presentation of an art piece can add to the overall experience of the audience member. This was a quick sketch I did in Adobe Fresco of how I was planning to display my animation. I'm thinking of getting one of those old TV carts that I would often see in elementary school where it had a big CRT TV that was hooked up to a VCR. The VCR is just for display because I'm not sure how to put my animation onto a VHS tape and even if I did it doesn't really add anything but I was planning on displaying my animation on the CRT TV. The reason the setup is like this is because this is the same setup that the two brain cells have when they are watching Dillon's embarrassing memories. I will also have two bags that will be labeled Embarasing Memories and Good Memories, after the audience member is done watching my animation they will write one happy memory and one embarrassing memory on an index card/cassette tape and throw them into their respective bag. I'm not 100% sold on this idea but it is a good start.

My professor recommended that I watch more animated short films that weren't just from previous alumni to broaden my horizons in terms of storytelling in a short animation and the way animation is used as well as its quality. I saw 10 animated short films but I'll only talk about the ones that stood out to me starting with This Actually Happens A Lot by Tom Law. I remember my professor asked me to explain why I love animation so much and I showed her the transformation sequences from Ben 10 (2005) and I just said "I mean just look at that". But she didn't see the same thing I did and said I needed to look deeper for the reason and I feel this short gave me that answer. Animation makes the unnatural feel natural without needing to explain why it is the way it is. In this short, we see that the male character's social anxiety is causing him to stick from wall to wall and be suspended in thin air. Obviously, this doesn't happen in real life but I didn't question it, I accepted immediately that this is how this world works and because of that I'm more in tune with the author's message instead of fighting the way he presented it, creating a much more enjoyable watch. If this was live-action I would be more interested in how they did the effect rather than what the point of this character being suspended in mid-air is supposed to represent in the first place.

Resilience by Yunie Choi gave me a new perspective on the horrors of war and life after death. They used animation to do a timelapse of a decaying corpse over the course of several hundred years and it is quite beautiful to see how life moves on without you. The use of colors and interesting animal designs really add to the beauty of this animation.

This guy, Manu Mercurial, does a lot of YouTube tutorials for animation but I haven't seen his animated projects in full before. I thought it would be topical for me since we are both interested in the subject of memories. He very much took a very different approach from what I was thinking of doing but I still think it was a good watch to see how people visualize revisiting their old memories

I like Afternoon Class by Osro for the same reason I like This Actually Happens A Lot, I don't question why this kid's head turns into several heavy objects but I have an immediate connection to it because I understand the feeling of trying to stay awake in class. Also, the use of sound effects is excellent in this short.

I put Forget Me Not by The Lonely Star Studio on here because it shows that even with terrible voice acting and mic quality I can still appreciate the animation of this short which has also been a huge stressor.

Bounty by Arrowmi is on here because it has the opposite problem of Forget Me Not it has amazing voice acting but the art style and animation are pretty rough. It's not bad but it's not super pretty to look at either. However, it was still able to tell an intense story of an ex-bounty hunter and suck me into the world despite its noticeable drawbacks.

Going back through my old script ideas, I had this one part where at the climax of the story the main character would wake up in a car sitting next to his dad. He's in shock because his dad is supposed to be dead and yet here he is just driving nonchalantly, the main character knows this is a memory but he decides to ask his dad a bunch of questions to see if his dad would still be proud of him if he were to meet him as an adult. I feel that this entire scene I made was inspired by this Spiderman story I found 2 years ago on Instagram in which Peter gets 5 minutes to talk to Uncle Ben after years of being Spiderman, this story really connected with me when I first found it because what I want the most in life is to just ask my dad "am I doing good". There are a lot of things that I struggle with; not being masculine enough, I'm almost 23 and still haven't had a girlfriend, and I constantly wonder if I picked the right career choice. I don't know if my dad struggled with the same things but I assume that he didn't and I often feel that if he were to meet me as an adult he would be disappointed. I know that most likely he would say that he is proud of me despite all my shortcomings because that is what parents are supposed to do but the fact that I will never get that answer kills me. I decided to read all 3 parts of this story to get a better idea as to what led up to this Uncle Ben interaction and it was pretty good, if you watched Spider-Man 2 it hits the same story beats. Lately, I've been thinking of scrapping the two-brain cell idea and instead animating the car scene I described earlier on its own.

REFLECTION:

I'm really happy that I finally found a groove into digital art and I'm hoping this will finally jumpstart some animation this week. I'm also glad that I watched all those animated short films, they all had their unique quirks and drawbacks that you don't normally get to see in professionally animated TV shows. I also want to explore the idea of being able to talk to a dead relative for a brief period of time before you never see them again.

[bryastar]

Word Salad #3

Whee desktop keyboard instead of iPad this time! Gosh this feels much more comfortable to type on aa.

So today we went to check out a local gaming shop to browse around. I was primarily looking for a DualShock2 controller and a VMU for the Dreamcast, but sadly there wasn't any. Though I still love looking around for anything new that drops by...and mildly cry inside at how expensive everything has been getting.

We also had a spare TV just hanging out in storage, but it didn't have its legs as it was wallmounted previously. I stumbled on this kit that essentially adds new legs to a TV while at work. plus it still has traditional RCA (Component) ports as well as 3 HDMI ports so plenty of room to hook up everything.

Currently the old 360, PS2, and Wii are connected with Component cables, and the new 360 and PS4 are hooked via HDMI, and the N64 has a Rad2X HDMI adapter (which that is a whole story behind that aa). The main goal with this setup is I wanna have a nice cozy retro gaming area, along with being able to watch DVDs and BluRay movies. I definitely wanna get a nice speaker system setup someday too, but hey, baby steps.

Tho even while this whole setup looks neat, there is a bit of a flaw. This particular TV seems to have trouble with interlaced video and the PS1 mode on the PS2 unless I fiddle around with the connections and the settings, which is extra hard because we have no clue where the remote for this TV is (planning on getting a universal remote aa). Even then, another solution I'm looking into a RetroTINK 2x-Pro which should not only upscale everything but also adds scanlines for that retro look. However it's currently $140 USD so I'll have to tackle that much later.

Last part of this I wanna add, last night I found Paw being...Paw and quickly made a doodle. Note for myself, learn how to fur.

And that'll wrap things up for now. Tomorrow I have work for the next 4 days which practically takes up my entire day. Still unsure how I wanna handle those days but I guess I'll know for sure tomorrow aa

so...yeah

fishcakes

meow

[blurrypop]

decided to watch that Heathers TV series. here are my thoughts on episode one (written as I’m watching it):

• I actually like the intro. watching JD’s mom kill herself was a good hook and the title sequence was fun

• it’s kinda surreal seeing Heathers in a modern setting. Veronica looks so different

• I kinda like the theme with Veronica not knowing who she is. I think it works well with her character in the movie and musical. Although, I don’t like it being framed through the “you need to be a minority” lens.

• Oh the Heathers’ fashion sense dose NOT slay. IDK it just doesn’t feel right

• No way in hell did Heather C just say “How Banana Republic“” (although I will give them props for the third nipple line. I can imagine Heather C saying that)”

• I feel like in a real life high school the Heathers would be outcasts if they pulled the political activist bullshit they did to Ram

• JD has his first speaking lines and he’s already spewing nihilistic and possibly conservative bs. 10/10

• “No girls on the girls restroom” actually made me chuckle.

• I’m starting to get a vibe that the showrighters are trying to make this edgy and appeal to teenagers by just inserting “shocking” or “pop culture” words in normal sentences (oh my clit, my third nipple, banana republic, latte). it feels kinda forced most of the time

• Veronica’s parents being glued to their iPads makes sense

• Heather C did not want to be embarrassed at a party- she decided to wear an ugly cat outfit that I would’ve found cool when I was 6 (i’m all for wearing what makes you happy, but for the love of god don’t make your alpha bitch popular girl character dress like a 6 y/o)

• I’m not even halfway through ep 1 and this show feels like a right-wing interpretation of leftist youth that you’d find in those memes labeled as “satire” or “dark humor.” like, it’s not a good satire, but it also isn’t a very good critique

• why did JD just climb through Veronica’s window and read her diary? like, they talked once. at least have them kiss

• If they don’t make gay Ram and Kurt a thing in this show then I will be thoroughly disappointed in the writers

• The party scene at the snappy snack shack was actually super cute

• ISTG these writers are just taking random lines from Heathers, changing them a bit, and putting them in the completely wrong place. like the nazi bullet line dose not work with pills bc why would hitler carry around a pill to induce vomiting?

• i- i don’t think slipping a pill into a bag of corn nuts would kill heather cause like… she’d notice the pill. but they also passed up a great opportunity to comment on drug culture among teens. like- have Heather C be addicted and take unknown drugs from Veronica and JD

• JD definitely didn’t grab the “wrong pills.”

• Why were the adults so concerned with which minority group was “popular?”

• Why is everyone teaming up against Heather M?

• what is LGBTQQIAP?

• Betty Finn taking the stand to give Heather C’s eulogy. What a twist! I love you Betty.

• Man, now I’m wondering how they would handle Martha Dunnstock. Honestly, she could have been used to critique how body positivity can oftentimes exclude people

• JD’s dad was done well. I can see how JD turned out the way he is because of his dad.

• WTF? Heather C is alive??? The internet is gonna hate her when they find out she’s alive

[winterstaryu]

Did I ever tell y'all about accidentally getting my dad into Supernatural?

Imagine, if you will, me, 16. Going through my 'rebellious' phase, which consisted mostly of watching R rated movies /without/ filters, listening to rock music, and showing my shoulders in public.

I've consumed all 10 available seasons of the TV show Supernatural in a frankly inadvisable amount of time, and I am ready to watch the newly releasing 11th season as it airs.

Now, we had 2 TVs, one was older and in our living room, had every game console we could get our grubby little hands on hooked up to it, and was being used nearly 24/7 by my (then) 10 year old brother.

The other option was the nice, wall mounted flat screen in my parent's bedroom. For the low low price of asking my mom I could curl up in bed and watch sweet HD TV from morning til about 5:30 when dad got home.

You may see where this is going. For the object of my latest obsession, aired at about 7PM. Which meant asking to use the TV well after my dear father returned home for the day. Luckily for me, he was mostly content to fiddle around on his old as bones laptop (loving dubbed 'the craptop'), perhaps perusing the pinterest he made for organizational inspiration.

So, I would make myself comfortable on my dad's side of the bed, and later my sister would drag in an office chair from the computer room, and while my dad watched compilations of Shut Up and Dance With Me animated music videos, and my mom played on her IPad, we enjoyed nearly an hour of two very stupid brothers and their angel hunting ghosts.

Until one night, my dad, whether from boredom or curiosity, starting watching with us. As you may imagine from someone starting Supernatural in the 11th season, he had a lot of questions, which I did my best to answer, until eventually he gave up on learning the lore of the extremely convoluted show, and just focused on following along with what was happening at present.

And before we knew it, it was Dad reminding us it was a Thursday night, switching it to the right channel, and making theories about what exactly Chuck was up too.

To this day, it's one of the few things we can still talk about. He hasn't shown much interest in The Winchesters though, maybe someday.

[avocado-ramen]

For most folks, when they fantasize about meeting a celebrity, it’s either the over-excited squee of a fan who will be thrilled with an autograph and maybe a photo, or it’s the X-Rated thoughts that will never happen, yet our brains go there anyway. My current celebrity fantasy isn’t a first meeting, I’ve met this person, and had scenario #1 (the squeeing was kept mostly internal). No, my fantasy is bribing Seanan McGuire with a bunch of Diet Dr Pepper, and then tying her to a chair sitting down with her, hooking my iPad up to a TV (better visuals) and going through my extensive timelines for both October Daye and InCryptid to get some answers and clear up my many notes about conflicting information. This may take days.  I don’t even want spoilers. I don’t need ‘em. I just need to know for sure when the heck [insert character here] was born because I have 4 possibilities based off of different people’s accounts in the books. Oh, and I just want to chat in person without being rude to the 50 people behind me in line.

[offline-crowbot]

Hey just wondering. Do u have a tv and ur computer in the same room? Maybe u can get an hdmi cord and use ur computer on ur tv and watch YouTube (my tv and comouter are on the same left wall but one is in the front and one back so I have a 30…35…something foot cord going btwn them and watch tv… tho…sadly I just use my iPad …which means no Adblock xD )

I do actually! I mostly watch YouTube on my laptop I have hooked up to my TV in my bedroom. This time I was hoping to have youtube on the living room tv while I cleaned, but it was too much hassle so I just put in one of my dvds.

A laptop hooked up to a TV with an hdmi cable is a lifesaver tbh

[memo-irvine-fall-2024]

Andrew Tu

Looking for a LITTLE!

Year: 3rd

Major/Minor: Biological Sciences

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Snacks: Dr. Pepper, Jalapeno Cheetos, Flamin' Hot Nacho Cheese Doritos, Dr. Pepper, 3AM Cup of Water

Favorite Animal: Tiger

Favorite Hobbies: Basketball, Reading (Harry Potter/Percy Jackson), Spending time with family/girlfriend, Looking at shoes,

Dream Destinations: Italy, Bora Bora, Salty Springs

About: I'm from the Bay Area, specifically San Jose. I feel like I'm a simple creature. All I need for fun is a good TV show or movie, and perhaps some In-N-Out. When I'm at home and spending time with my siblings, that is our go-to. When I'm here in Irvine, I do the exact same thing, which I've been told is IPad kid behavior. I've found that I rotate between fast food restaurants when I'm here, and currently on my rotation, Wingstop is next up. While it is delicious, hopefully whoever ends up being my little could introduce me to some new places to eat so I do not get tired of my burgers and chicken. When I get the chance to, I love to read, and I'm a sucker for Harry Potter. I think I've read each one over and over again about 8 times, and I'm about to rotate for a 9th. I'm always willing to try new TV shows or movies. I'm currently watching Cobra Kai, and my girlfriend also got me hooked onto The Rookie, which is a super interesting cop drama show! I also just started on Jujutsu Kaisen, and its up there with my top shows. Aside from that, I'm honestly into any sort of shows or movies as long as there's action to keep me awake. For sports, I've played basketball all my life, but I'm always excited to learn a new sport to help me stay active! I'm always open to trying a new sport or activity, and even if I can't promise you I'll be great at it, I promise you I'm going to enjoy doing it with you. When I listen to music, I have a habit of listening to one song on repeat until I find something else I like. This happens so often that I ended up with the Ninjago Theme Song as number 1 on my Spotify Wrapped one year, which has to mean I have great taste in music. Usually when I do listen to music, I'm an average Katy Perry enjoyer and mostly listen to general pop music from people like Bruno Mars and The Weeknd. As for my other hobbies, I had a phase last year where I got into Fortnite, so I'm always ready to run squads. I also very much like Brawl Stars, so if you need a Bull for Brawl Ball, I'm your guy.

What are you looking for in your future Big/Little?: When looking for a big/little, I'm hoping for someone who I can crack jokes with. I've been told I'm not the most extroverted person, but with people I'm comfortable with I can be. I usually find I connect with my friends when we laugh at the same things, no matter how dumb they may be. Nevertheless, I'm going to form a strong connection with anyone I'm paired with, but being able to have a laugh with them is just an added bonus!

[memo-irvine-winter-2024]

Andrew Tu

Looking for a BIG!

Year: 2nd

Major: Biological Sciences

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Snacks: Jalapeno Cheetos, Dr. Pepper, Sour Patch Kids

Favorite Hobbies: Fortnite, Basketball, Reading (Harry Potter/Percy Jackson), Spending time with family/girlfriend, Looking at shoes

Favorite Animal: Tiger

About: I'm from the Bay Area, specifically San Jose. I feel like I'm a simple creature. All I need for fun is a good TV show or movie, and perhaps some In-N-Out. When I'm at home and spending time with my siblings, that is our go-to. When I'm here in Irvine, I do the exact same thing, which I've been told is IPad kid behavior. I've found that I rotate between fast food restaurants when I'm here, and currently on my rotation, Raising Cane's is next up. While it is delicious, hopefully whoever ends up being my big could introduce me to some new places to eat so I do not get tired of my burgers and chicken. When I get the chance to, I love to read books, and I'm a sucker for the Percy Jackson or Harry Potter series. I think I've read each one over and over again about 8 times, and I'm about to rotate for a 9th. I'm always willing to try new TV shows or movies. I'm currently watching Percy Jackson and the Olympians with my girlfriend, who also got me hooked onto The Rookie, which is a super interesting cop drama show! Once I finish these shows, I'm going to lock in on watching Jujutsu Kaisen before the spoilers reach me. Aside from that, I'm honestly into any sort of shows or movies as long as there's action to keep me awake. For sports, I've played basketball all my life, but I'm always excited to learn a new sport to help me stay active! When I listen to music, I have a habit of listening to one song on repeat until I find something else I like. This happens so often that I ended up with the Ninjago Theme Song as number 1 on my Spotify Wrapped one year, which has to mean I have great taste in music. Usually when I do listen to music, I'm an average Katy Perry enjoyer and mostly listen to general pop music from people like Bruno Mars and The Weeknd. As for my other hobbies, I had a phase last year where I got into Fortnite, so I'm always ready to run squads. I also very much like Brawl Stars, so if you need a Bull for Brawl Ball, I'm your guy.

What are you looking for in your future Big/Little?: When looking for a big/little, I'm hoping for someone who I can crack jokes with. I've been told I'm not the most extroverted person, but with people I'm comfortable with I can be. I usually find I connect with my friends when we laugh at the same things, no matter how dumb they may be. Nevertheless, I'm going to form a strong connection with anyone I'm paired with, but being able to have a laugh with them is just an added bonus!

[eating-the-inedible]

the body swap continued! This is so fun (not sarcasm I’m genuinely loving this)

You go to fuck with their YouTube algorithm and… yeah, that’s gonna be a problem because you don’t know their phone password. Or their computer password. Or their iPad password. While you’re trying to figure out how to fuck with their yt algorithm, you notice that their backgrounds on all devices are the generic ones. That’s not necessarily strange, but last time you were here you saw their phone background and it was really bright and colorful. Between that and the cleaned up room, it’s all seeming very… hm. Just hmmmmm

im loving this too <333

the good news is, their yt is hooked up to their TV 😈

it seems almost as though they don't want me to know a single thing about them which is.... strange, to say the least. especially given the fact that we swapped bodies again

why did they want to swap, again? to do my work?

who'd swap for that reason?

this is getting curiouser and curiouser

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song v (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, fluff, smut; a shit ton of kissing, oral (f), seokjin likes eye contact, slight overstimulation, he also seems to have a slight potty mouth when turned on, romantic sex, protected sex, shower scene, oral (m), this chapter is basically just sex, enjoy! (yes, the dilf dick is b i g) lingerie described found here for the visuals ~  words; 9,572

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chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. You were like a little kid at the lead up to Christmas. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited for something. Actually, on second thoughts, you couldn’t think of a time you were this excited for anything, period. And all over the prospect of sleeping with Seokjin, and definitely not in the innocent way… He had in no way explicitly stated that you’d be having sex this week, but the insinuation was heavy in the air. Everything leading up to this moment was suggesting come Saturday night you would not be sat in front of Seokjin’s 75” television watching boxsets… 

On the morning of you decided to pack a few things in a small case. You definitely planned on returning home in the day if needed or bored while Seokjin was at work, but the essentials were required: underwear, pyjamas, a few outfits, toiletries and skincare, your iPad, miscellaneous chargers. Soojung on the other hand was acting like you were never coming back… 

“I’m going to miss you.” She whined, having been hovering around you as you packed. “Leaving me alone with smelly Tae.” 

In a bid not to be alone in the evenings she’d invited her smelly boyfriend over for the week, but although she sounded irked it was all just an act. God knows what they’d get up to while you were gone, you dreaded to think. On second thoughts, maybe it would be best to stay at Seokjin’s place all week… You had no clue what you’d walk in on in your own home.  

“I won’t be gone the whole week. Besides, we can meet up for lunch and stuff.” You often visited her at the department store, perusing the food court until it was time for her lunch break. You weren’t secluded from the whole world while away. What did she think was happening? 

She helped you fold your clothes in momentary silence, deep in thought it seemed. “What if you love it there and want to stay permanently Dilf mansion?” 

You scoffed immediately, taking the small pile of t-shirts from her to pack away. “Soo, way to jump the gun.” You’d been dating barely six weeks, hadn’t even had sex yet, moving in together was number 1 on the highly unlikely list. Although, sliding in a couple of pairs of flats into the top pocket of your case and zipping it up, you hummed in consideration. “Dilf mansion does have a ring to it though…” 

Soojung’s attention was on another pile of clothing now – one you would be wearing this evening to leave for Seokjin’s house. Her fingertips brushed along the delicate baby blue lace of your lingerie, sitting on top of the pile and she looked up at you and grinned wickedly. “You’re going to knock his socks off with this.” 

You and her had spent yesterday browsing the mall with a very important task. To decide on the most perfect lingerie set. Knowing Seokjin for a while know, you’d noticed he had an inclination for the colour blue, so your chosen piece had to be a winner – practically see-through, littered in beautiful lace flowers. You were well and truly prepared for tonight, you were a woman on a mission. 

“His Dilf socks,” you corrected your best friend, both of you instantly exploding into a fit of giggles. 

Arin had left with her grandparents this morning, and as much as Seokjin was eager to get this weekend started and see you immediately, he actually had a few things he needed to take care of at work. It wasn’t until around 5pm that you got into your car to make the short journey, Soo waving you off proudly like you were about to attend your graduation. You were honestly quite calm given the circumstances, although one look at Seokjin as he stepped out the front door to take your case and all inner composure was lost. You were one big ball of excitement, most of it flurrying around in the pit of your stomach. Yet you kept cool on the outside, grinning at the handsome man in front of you despite your lingerie burning marks into your skin. 

And handsome he was today, (as if he wasn’t every day), his dark hair parted in the centre of his forehead naturally, his eyes crinkling as he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You tasted a hint of mango on his mouth, an obvious sheen to his plump lips, and you presumed he’d applied some chapstick before you’d arrived – the chapstick you’d bought him not too long ago after he’d complained of cracked lips to you on the phone one night. 

“Hey,” he greeted softly, his arms around your waist, body pressed snuggly into yours. 

“Hey yourself,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing into one another’s eyes before you lightly teased him. “Are we going to stay out here all night?” 

Chuckling heartily, he reached behind you, lifting your case with ease. “Let’s go put this in my room.” 

You’d never once stepped foot onto the upper level of his house before, so you were very observant on your way to his bedroom, eyes catching art pieces (you noticed numerous of Arin’s) and photos along the walls, light fixtures, as well as the odd plant here and there. You had to walk two flights of stairs to get to your destination, one average in length, the other shorter, veering off to the left of the corridor to reach a landing leading into his bedroom. You remembered what he’d said about changing and designing his bedroom himself, so you were very curious as to what it looked like inside. Yet still, the sight of it stunned you to brief silence. 

His was the largest bedroom in the house, the master bedroom if you were being fancy, but in your opinion it was more like a mini home in itself. All it needed was a kitchen and you would be good to go. It smelt just like him – of his cologne and the recognisable vanilla scent his house seemed to waft of every time you visited. The walls were warm grey, décor similar with dashes of cream and gold. The bed matched the whole vibe of the room – insanely large, and you could already tell it was going to be the comfiest thing you’d ever slept on. Directly opposite, but a long way away, were a sofa and love seat sat around a TV hooked to the wall above a stunning fireplace. There were two sets of double windows, from the ceiling to the wooden floor, dark grey drapes open – not that it mattered. Seokjin’s house was out-of-the-way, no chance of being seen. All you were met with as you looked down, was a small patch of garden you hadn’t seen before, plain and simple, but very beautiful. Tranquil. 

To the left of the room a door opened into another, perhaps a quarter of the size – his closet, and you followed him inside, still pretty much lost for words. He said there was no point putting your belongings away tonight, you could do it tomorrow, but he’d saved a drawer for you and there was an empty section of hanging space you could use too. There was also a dressing table you could put to good use, because he sure didn’t, and then he whisked you away into the bathroom, which was probably the most beautiful room in the house. Everything was warm marble in colour. A separate bath and shower (both gigantic) and double sinks. 

“I got you a robe,” Seokjin pointed out, and you followed his gaze to behind the door, two fluffy white robes hooked to the wall. 

Oh, boy. You could get used to this. 

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Seokjin ordered takeout for dinner – from an Indian restaurant Namjoon kept raving about apparently. With the amount he ordered you could have sworn he was feeding a whole party, not just the two of you. You were stuffed in no time, curling up on the sofa with a glass of red wine as Seokjin loaded the dishwasher. He still hadn’t cooked an actual meal for you, and when he joined you, of course you reminded him. This week he was preparing dinner for you one night, and that was final. You needed to see what Chef Kim had in him – even if he insisted his skills were long forgotten.  

You cuddled as you watched a movie, which more often than not meant you’d start to become sleepy – just ask Soojung – but tonight was different. You were wide awake and practically thrumming with excitement. You were begging for the movie credits an hour before they were due, and when they finally popped up your heart started to beat harder in anticipation. It was nearing 11pm. Your lingerie was still burning welts into your skin… 

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, your back pressed into his chest where you’d been snuggled into him, legs across the sofa, for the duration of the night. One of his arms was crossed around your front, the other free to drink his wine as he propped his feet up on the glass topped coffee table. You could really get used to this. 

“What did you think?” He hummed, reaching forward to place his glass on a coaster. You grabbed his hand, not wanting him to leave you and he chuckled, quickly resuming position to now loop both arms around your shoulders, pressing you further into the warmth of his body. 

“I enjoyed,” you replied with a small shrug. In all honesty it would’ve been a great movie if you hadn’t been so distracted. 

You felt him lower his head, breath hot against your ear as he spoke. “I’m glad you didn’t fall asleep on me.” You giggled as he started to kiss the column of your neck, his barely there presses of his lips tickling you. Yet still you pushed into his hold, letting your head fall back. He took the opportunity to suck your earlobe between his lips, eliciting a sweet sigh from you. “I really can’t wait to spend this entire week with you.”  He whispered. 

You tried to keep your voice as uninvolved as possible – which was a lot harder when he now had your earlobe between his teeth. “Eh. I’m so-so over it.” 

“Y/N!” He scolded playfully, groaning a laugh as he lifted his head away. “Stop. Now’s not the time for joking around.” 

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, latching onto his hands. 

“Face me,” he murmured almost suddenly. “Let me kiss you properly.” 

His kisses were gentle and loving, his hands cupping your face as you leaned into him, hands placed across his hard chest. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt tucked into some black pants, he’d looked irresistible all night. He pulled away slowly, lips upturned almost drunkenly. “What’s that grin for?” 

Seokjin’s gaze flicked from your lips to your eyes repeatedly as he replied, thumbs massaging circles into your cheeks. “I’m just very happy. Is that allowed?” 

Giggling, you pressed your mouth to his, wrapping your palms around his neck to pull him in closer. He hummed loudly – indulgently, and let you lick into his mouth, his own hands slipping down to your neck and down your torso, gripping your middle. Your chest was flush to his and you welcomed the heat of his body. You were happy too. It had been a long time since you’d last felt this content, and tonight you’d realised just how lovely it was to be able to lounge with Seokjin and be in his company so casually, so naturally like this. You would become spoiled this week, but you couldn’t feel too worried right now. 

Breaking away again, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but your mouth was a greedy thing, finding its way down his neck and across his throat as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his breathing shallow as he let you wonder. His fingers brushed up and down your back distractedly, until he seemed to remember what he wanted to tell you. “Hey,” he whispered, breath catching in his throat when you pinched your teeth into his Adam’s apple softly. “Hey, stop for a moment. There was something I wanted to say before…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the very obvious direction of his sentence, and as much as you wanted to nosedive straight into that pool, you pulled back to look into his eyes, waiting patiently. 

He straightened his back and you eased off him a little, finding his fond smile contagious. “I’ve enjoyed these past few weeks so much.” He began, sincerity in his tone . “I know I’m not old old by any means but dating you has made me feel like I’m young again. I mean, grinding in the middle of a bar is something I didn’t even do back in my college days.” 

“I fail to believe that,” you laughed. 

“Really,” he insisted, looking amused. “I was a nerd. A handsome one, but a nerd nonetheless.” Before you could roll your eyes he was continuing. “What I’m trying to say is that, I really like you, Y/N.” His fingers played with the ends of your hair lovingly.  “You know that already. Shit, I’m crazy about you. Just hearing your voice makes my day better. No matter how short a time we spend together, even if it’s just on the phone to say goodnight, I feel happy – I feel relaxed.” He paused to take a breath before moving to cup your face with one hand. “No matter how stressed I am you make it better by just existing.” 

“…Seokjin,” you murmured, a little lost for words at his declaration. 

He chuckled warmly, tops of his cheeks tinged somewhat rosy. “Too cheesy?”

You shook your head adamantly, reaching for his face as well. “Not at all. I’m crazy about you too.” His face lit up instantly and you couldn’t help but kiss him. “I’m so happy we met,” you confessed against his mouth. “I don’t want this summer to be over.” 

“It’s not over yet,” he laughed. “We still have time to make it even better.” You wanted that more than anything. Finding it difficult to keep away from your lips, he practically had to tear himself away. He was out of breath. “I know saying this out loud is silly given everything, but… Let’s make this official.” 

Your heart started somersaulting. You felt like you were in high school again, over the moon because Kim Rowoon had asked you to prom. Only this was better than that – much, much better. Linking your arms around Seokjin’s neck you tilted your head to the side, a grin unable to keep off your face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Kim?” 

“What do you say?” He sounded hopeful and soft. 

You hummed out loud, thinking hard. “Can I get back to you? 3 to five business days seems about right.” You immediately squealed as you finished your sentence, Seokjin’s hands finding their way around your butt to tug you forward. You gripped onto his shoulders with the surprise. 

“Too bad because I’ve already been calling you my girlfriend at the office.” 

You didn’t have a chance to reply, the hard press of his lips against yours knocking you senseless. You found yourself in his lap not long after, fingers dragging through his hair as you clung to him, mouths moving in gradual urgency until you began to feel out of breath. Your tongues seemed to grow more daring, intent, as your soft moans mingled with his quiet groans. You hadn’t quite found yourself in this position before, usually moulded to the soft leather but this time you had Seokjin pinned tight, a heat that was quickly becoming unbearable burning between your bodies, and his hands running up and down your back didn’t help. 

Each brush of his fingertips had your skin prickling with warmth, dizzying your mind, and when you felt him brush against the curve of your left breast you leaned forward into his touch, desperate for more. Seokjin grunted, encouraged by your action as he cupped the soft flesh, his thumb grazing your nipple which hardened from the touch. Your kiss turned a lot more frenzied after that, Seokjin roaming your body with confidence, his unoccupied hand cupping your butt to rock you against his crotch. 

He was hard. You’d felt it stiffening ever since you’d climbed into his lap, but now he was solid, flesh pressing (probably painfully) against his pants, and feeling emboldened you lifted your hips, hovering over him for your hand to slot in between your bodies, cupping his erection firmly. He stiffened under your grasp, his breath hitching and you took that moment to drag your tongue along his, teasing him as you slowly started to stroke him above his slacks. He felt thick and rigid between your fingers, pulsing erratically against your hold, and he broke away from your mouth, head falling back as a loud, drawn-out groan slipped from his throat. You gazed at him – eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth parted as he breathed shallowly – and took a mental picture. You wanted to remember this moment forever. He looked gorgeous, basking in pleasure and you wanted to pleasure him more. It was an urge so strong you practically dived on him, mouth slamming into his. He soon gained his bearings, kissing you just as wildly as his hands groped your body. 

“Do you – mm, do you want – mm – to take this upstairs?” He asked against your lips, fingers currently digging into the soft flesh of your ass. The veins in his neck were visible, his desperation for you obvious, and you pulled away from the kiss to nod rapidly. If he didn’t get you upstairs soon you’d surely explode. 

You let out a little squeak as you suddenly found yourself in the air, safely held up by Seokjin. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he began to make the brisk walk to the hallway and towards the staircase. “Oh, my god,” you muttered, laughing as you realised he was about to carry you bridal style all the way up the stairs. 

“What?” He laughed back, his eyes twinkling warmly. Your heart melted at the sight and you leaned in to kiss him, uncaring that you both may fall backwards and break your necks. 

“I may have forgotten about the amount of stairs in this goddamn house,” he panted lightly once you’d made it past the first set. 

“Put me down then,” you giggled. 

“Never,” he sang out, pecking you on the mouth sweetly. 

Once in his bedroom, he placed you down, closing the door behind you before caging you against it, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you for months. You keened into his touch, whole body hot and ready for him, but in the end you couldn’t keep up with his mouth. He’d never kissed you like this, he was a man possessed, you physically felt weak at the knees and you clung to him, moaning softly when his mouth fell to your neck. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he confessed against the wet skin, fresh waves of arousal washing through your body. His voice was an octave lower, gruff and nothing like you’d heard before. “I can’t contain myself knowing we’re going to be alone for a whole week.” 

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You laughed weakly, but to be honest, the time for wisecracks were gone. You were hanging on by a thread, this close to begging him to tear your clothes off. 

Cupping your neck he pulled away to look you in the face. His pupils were blown out, more black than the warm brown you were used to. The tops of his cheeks were tinged red, his own arousal very evident, and when he replied he sounded as sincere as ever. “Anything you want me to.” 

Okay, if he carried on like this, he’d mess up your plan good and proper. He was rude. Very rude. And hot, and sexy, and yours. God, you really wanted him. Your body was screaming for him. You pressed a kiss to his mouth, and then another, and another, determined not to get yourself glued there no matter how much he tried to drag his tongue along the seam of your lips. “L-let me freshen up,” you managed to get out, voice shaky as you (with great difficultly) held him away at arm’s length.  

At your words, he slowly made sense of them, his eyes refocussing before he gave you a short nod and politely stepped back. “Ok.” 

Before you could be tempted by that mouth of his once more, you made a dash for his bathroom, closing the door behind you. Immediately you began to rush out of your clothes, not even bothering to fold them properly because you were in such a hurry. You’d had this planned all night, wanting him to be rendered speechless, and staring at your lingerie cladded self in the giant mirror he had hooked to the wall, you reminded yourself to take a breather. You were going to walk out there calmly, the epitome of composed as you sought out his reaction. With one last look at your reflection, you walked towards the door and opened it. 

Seokjin was sat on the edge of the bed, legs sinfully spread (but oh so casually, which just made it hotter), but he wasn’t looking your way, his eyes darting around the room a little as if he was desperately trying to find some patience. Knowing he was riled and aroused made your head even more dizzy, and stopping by the doorframe, you called out to him. 

He looked your way instantly, eyes bulging even quicker. Actually they practically popped out on storks as he took in the sight of you in the baby blue underwear. He seemed paralysed. 

“Hey,” you smiled, all of a sudden feeling a little shy as you waited for him to say something. 

It took another moment, but then he was swallowing hard, wetting his mouth as his lips parted. “Oh, shit.” 

You smiled victoriously, those simple two words satisfying you fully. 

He outstretched his hand, voice thick and raspy as he beckoned you forward. “Come here.”

You obeyed, closing the distance between you quickly and Seokjin wasted no time clasping his hands around your hips as you stood in front of him, between his legs. If felt so good to finally have his hands on your bare skin. His touch was warm, soothing, but most of all, electrifying. Goosebumps spread as he dragged his fingers up and down your sides, his eyes drowning at the sight of you. 

“Do you like it? It’s not too much?” You asked, looking down at him. You glowed under his gaze. 

He lifted his head up, arching an eyebrow. “Do I like it? Is that supposed to be a genuine question?” He sounded just as baffled as he looked and it made you giggle. His fingers started to play with the thin waistband of your panties before delicately outlining the lace flower petals on your ass. The sensation made you shiver, and a small smile grew on his face as he watched you. “You look gorgeous.” He leaned forward, beginning to place small, gentle kisses on your abdomen and your skin rippled, butterflies appearing. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured, hot puffs of air hitting you, heating you up even more. 

You curled your hand in his hair, needing something to latch on to as you watched him mouth even more kisses along your flesh. The point of his tongue dipped into your navel scandalously, and as you gasped he looked up with his eyes and smirked, tongue now swirling invisible patterns along your stomach. The sight sent you a little gooey, legs feeling weak again as your heart thrummed inside your chest. 

“However… I was looking forward to undressing you…” He teased.

You teased right back. “You still have the lingerie.” 

He couldn’t handle that, growling quietly against your stomach, his hands rounding your ass to mould the flesh in his palms firmly. He’d soon tear the panties if he kept that up. Obviously the idea of stripping you naked sent him feral – something you’d remember well for this week. You yelped when you felt him sink his teeth into your hip bone, pulling him closer to your body by his hair, desperate for more. It was when you looked behind him, did you notice the pillar candles aflame on the two nightstands that sat either side of his bed. They weren’t burning before you’d entered the bathroom. You were sure of it. 

“Seokjin, did you light candles?” You asked without realising, changing the atmosphere slightly, but you didn’t mind too much, not when the image of Seokjin rushing to burn candles for the ~ambience~ was too damn adorable. 

He lifted from your skin, looking up at you. “Um, yeah.” He sounded a little awkward before he chuckled softly. “I thought against the slow R&B music.” 

“Good choice,” you laughed, fingers rubbing small circles into the nape of his neck. That would’ve been hilarious. 

“I’m totally out of my depth here…” He admitted, nudging you backwards a little to stand in front of you. He kept his hands on your waist, ducking down to be eye level with you. “I haven’t done this in a while.” 

“Snap,” you grinned, rubbing your nose against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close. You kissed him deeply, feeling happy and relaxed. There wasn’t a nerve in sight and despite his honest words you knew he was at ease too.  

Your hands slipped over his shoulders and down his toned chest, stopping just before the waistband of his pants to tug at his t-shirt, untucking him. “You have to get naked too.” You whined, detaching your mouths. “I’m feeling sorely underdressed.” 

He let out an airy chuckle, immediately reaching for the neck of his shirt to tug it over his head. Your hands greedily started to explore his torso, running your fingers along his faintly lined abs before trailing up his hard chest. He shivered as you brushed against his nipples, a tiny laugh slipping from his throat. 

“What?” You laughed. 

“’Tickles.” He mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, loving the feeling of his bare chest against yours, but soon enough you got impatient again, hands reaching for the button of his pants. You popped it open and proceeded to unzip him, at least giving his poor erection some reprieve. It had been pressed up against your lower stomach for quite some time, still rigid but as patient as ever. 

He took over, stepping back to push them past his hips, his lips still attached to yours. “Mm–Bed.” He hummed, taking you by the hips to switch places. You pulled away and sat down, watching him kick his pants off his feet and your eyes zoned in on the curve of his erection, hidden by his Armani underwear – black with a red waistband. His thighs were perfectly toned, his skim glowing in the soft lighting. He looked good enough to eat and your heart skipped a couple of beats as he walked forward. 

You laid back against the mattress, instantly groaning at how soft it was. You practically sunk inside. “Oh, damn this is comfy.” Rolling onto your side as Seokjin climbed on the bed, you hid your smirk. “I could just go to sleep…” 

“I don’t think so,” he told you, hovering over you. His hand smacked you ass causing you to squeal, and you flipped onto your back as he took the moment to cage you under his large body. 

This time his mouth completely bypassed your lips to kiss your chest, pressing into the indents of your collarbones before slipping to the tops of your breasts. He kissed the fabric, wetting it as his tongue traced the delicate flower petals and you gripped onto his shoulders with a moan as he encased one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, soaking the lace a darker shade of blue. “You drive me crazy,” he quietly panted, his hands reaching behind your back, arched into the pleasure he was giving you. “May I?” He asked, fingers finding the clasp of your bra. You nodded hastily, moaning louder when he lifted his head to kiss your lips. His motions were firm, tight pleasure filled grunts leaving him as he freed you of your lingerie. 

Immediately he pulled away, dark eyes soaking in your bare chest like it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. Your back arched further when his warm palms cupped your breasts, spreading a heat down your spine that settled between your legs. “You’re beautiful,” he awed, looking into your eyes, causing a sweet moan to fall from your lips. 

He moulded the soft flesh gently, before brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. That had you moaning again, pleasure you hadn’t felt in a long time rocketing up your body. It felt amazing to be touched by him, and you were greedy for more. He was on the same page, his lips replacing his thumbs, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud that had you sighing out his name, your fingers threaded in his hair. He hummed against you, squeezing your breasts and pressing his body into yours – once – his erection pressing into your thighs, before he pulled away, kissing down your sternum before licking into your navel, his hands rubbing up and down the outside of your thighs. 

His lips avoided your clothed heat, which was frustrating to say the least. You were so eager by now, unsure if you could take much more kissing before you exploded, but Seokjin was a man determined – determined on kissing every inch of your body it seemed. He made it down one thigh before moving onto the next and as he got towards your knee you couldn’t help but giggle – it was beginning to tickle, but he didn’t stop, lips pressing down your calf.  

“Seokjinn,” you whined. 

He chuckled as he made his way back up the other leg, bending you at the knee before gently getting you to spread out for him. “What?” He murmured. Although you were distracted now, realising how aroused you had become, your underwear clinging to you desperately. He was kissing the inside of your thigh now, fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and he was so close to where you wanted him you were trembling. He nosed his way to the apex of your thigh, groaning as he smelt you and then he was hastily tugging the lace down your legs, the last of your covering. Now you were totally naked in front of him, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, voice gruff. He sounded so sexy. His eyes were glued to your centre yet he didn’t touch. When you didn’t reply, they flickered to your face. “Y/N. Hm?” 

You mind was a blur, you couldn’t think what to say, mainly because you wanted him to do anything and everything to you. You startled when he nosed the inside of your thigh, his hands sliding down your hips to grip the flesh underneath. “Taste you? Is that what you want?” He whispered, sending your insides somersaulting. He looked up as you nodded, and grinned. “You have to say it out loud, honey.” 

The bastard. He was teasing you. Trying to get under your skin. Your forced yourself to speak. “Taste me.” He hummed in response, pressing his mouth to your hip bone. You raised your tone, more determined. “Seokjin. Taste me.” 

He dived in. Placing gentle kisses up your slit, his lips ever so slightly brushing your clitoris. You moaned quietly, letting your eyes close as you laid back against the softest pillows you had ever felt. Your fists clutched the sheets, hips raising up when you felt the first wash of his tongue. Your breath caught, warmth turning you gooey. “Taste so good,” he mumbled into you – so quietly you wondered if you’d imagined it. 

You enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, quietly moaning intermittently before you felt the urge to take a peek. Opening your eyes and looking down your body, you saw Seokjin watching you, his eyes hungry. You quickly looked away, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a groan left you, your legs falling wider apart. The scene had been erotic but in all honesty you were feeling a little shy. It had been a long time since you’d had sex, so the idea of someone watching you so intimately made you feel funny. 

Seokjin was there to reassure you though. “Don’t look away, Y/N,” he murmured, pulling back to get your attention. “I want to see your face.” You looked again, watching him kneel low as he ran a hand up your thigh. His lips shone with your arousal. He looked beautiful. 

You moaned lowly when you felt him rub a finger at your entrance, and he watched you intently as he pushed inside, feeling you squeeze around the intrusion. He slowly began to curve the digit, pressing against your inner walls. Committed to pleasuring you, he watched your every reaction and this time you didn’t look away. 

“Does it feel good?” He asked, in awe as you writhed around on the bed, chasing the feeling. 

You moaned as you replied yes, only to jerk upwards when his thumb began to rub tiny circles against your clit. “Seokjin!” 

He liked that. Hearing you cry his name. He wanted to hear it more, dropping low to replace his thumb with his lips. He sucked the sensitive bud of nerves between them, flicking the tip of his tongue against it rapidly, earning him another cry, and he moaned gruffly against you, the vibrations shooting up your body. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, palm hot against your skin as he applied gentle pressure, holding you down. 

Oh god, you were a mass of pleasure, mind addled, unable to think straight. Not when he was making you feel so good. He slipped a second finger inside of you, his eyes flicking up to yours and you made it your life’s mission not to look away, chest heaving up and down as you squeezed around his digits. Your orgasm was building, pressure below getting harder to control – harder to ignore. Seokjin guessed it, breaking eye contact to bury his face further into your heat. The image was almost crude, so were the noises, but the most beautiful kind of crude. A crude that had you desperate for more. You jerked into him, rolling into each snap of his wrist, the pads of his fingers grazing your g-spot. 

“Want to make you cum,” he rasped, before sucking your clit back into his mouth and sucking determinedly. You groaned, head flinging back into the pillow, eyes clenched closed, a hand coming out to grip the roots of your hair as you rolled your hips into his face, giving into the pleasure well and truly. This orgasm was going to blow your brains out – and it did. 

In the end you had you to clamp your legs around Seokjin’s head in a bid to get him to stop, pleasure still rolling through your body as you panted like crazy. He eased from your clit, tongue dragging down your folds instead, meeting his fingers that were almost locked inside of your pulsing walls. With a grunt, he removed himself, kissing your mound one last time before he stopped. With his hands on your thighs as he kneeled between them, he watched you adoringly. 

“Oh, my god,” you panted weakly. Unsure what else you could say to describe what you’d just experienced. Why had he not been doing that from the get-go? From as soon as he’d reversed into your car?! 

That was all he needed anyway, your simple vocalisation, because no sooner had the words exited your mouth, he dived on you, kissing your mouth, your cheeks, your eyes, your forehead – whatever he could reach. “You’re amazing,” he gushed, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness. You could taste yourself on him. It was glorious. His hands roamed your body like it was all new to him. As if he hadn’t been it for the last forty minutes or so. “Fuck. I can’t stop touching you.”

Your stomach flipped around, the sound of him cursing sending you dizzy. You licked into his mouth, kissing him messily, your hands raking up and down his back, before they settled on his ass. You gave the meat a squeeze and he grunted, pushing his crotch into yours. He was painfully hard – and desperate. (You hadn’t missed the way he’d been rutting into the mattress while going down on you…)

“Seokjin,” you breathed, moving your head to the side to get your words out. His tongue carried on going, swirling across your cheek. You liked getting messy with him. You tugged at his underwear. “Get naked. Need you.” 

“You don’t need a minute?” He asked, tongue now in your ear. He gyrated his hips into yours, grunting as he did so. 

You shook your head. “Like hell I do.” 

He laughed at that – breathlessly, but it was something. He moved, rushing out of the last bit of clothing he had on, and your eyes drunk up the sight. The missing piece. His dick was long and thick – smooth and warm once you got your hands on him. Hovering over you, you ran your fist up and down him steadily, just enjoying getting to touch him. He dropped to your side, pecking your lips before he pulled back.  “I need to be inside you.” 

You continued to touch him, running your fingers along the rigid flesh as he stretched behind him to pull a box from the nightstand drawer. 

It caught your attention right away. You raised both eyebrows as you let go of his length. “A hundred condoms?” 

He chuckled, sounding a little sheepish. “Too enthusiastic?”

“Do you want to kill me?” Death by (Dilf) dick wasn’t how you’d expected to go, if you were being honest. 

“Not particularly,” he shrugged, pulling one of the packet. (Discarding the box to the floor.) He turned back to you with an impish grin. “That’s why I bought the bumper pack of condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest, but he grabbed your hand and kissed you, distracting you successfully. “No, if I’m being truthful,” he continued, letting you steal another kiss. “They were better value for money. I’m partial to a bargain.” 

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed. 

“You should’ve seen me purchasing them, I have never been more embarrassed in my life.” 

“Seokjin, you’re a near 40 year old man,” you judged openly, however on second thoughts – “But yeah, I’d be embarrassed buying a 100 condoms too.” 

Seokjin shuddered, looking mortified. “Just the thought of the cashier knowing I was going to get lucky…” 

You arched an eyebrow. “Get lucky?”

He looked comically caught out, eyes wide for a second before he shook his head. “Less talking now…” And then he was kissing you again…

Between rushed mouths and eager hands, he managed to tear the condom packet, pulling out the latex to slip it over his erection. Kneeling over you, you could see perfectly when he attempted to roll it the wrong way up.  “Oh, shit. Ignore that,” he muttered, fixing it immediately. 

You stifled a laugh. “Ignored.” 

He gave himself a tug, making sure everything was secure and your mouth practically watered. “Just warning you now, this may be a three pumps and Bam! kinda thing,” he informed you as he laid over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I am so turned on.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle. “I don’t mind. Just want you.” 

“I want you more.” He rubbed his nose against yours. 

Hitting his ass, you shot him a look. “It’s not a competition.” 

“Isn’t it?” He asked, pretending to be confused. 

“Quit stalling,” you whined. “Let’s have sex.” 

“Let’s,” he agreed with a warm smile. You turned gooey instantly. 

Pressing his knees to the mattress, he hovered over you, wrapping his hand around his dick to direct it between your legs. He rubbed the length up and down your slit, flesh heavy and hot, coating himself in your arousal. The sensation was good for you, but for him it seemed to blow his mind, eyes practically rolling back into his skull as he grunted. He stopped at your entrance, looking up at you as he slowly pushed the head inside. 

You shifted under him, trying to stay patient. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him, but realistically you needed to take things slow. You held onto his shoulders, silently telling him to continue. He let out a strained groan as he slipped in deeper, your walls snug and hot around him, begging him for more. Inch by glorious inch, you kept on taking him, until you were filled up just right. 

“Shit,” you uttered, looking up at the ceiling as you adjusted to the sensation. 

“Was that a curse?” He asked, voice tight but greatly amused as he nosed your throat. 

“Hardly.” Your voice was barely there, desperate for him to move. 

“I’d still class it as swearing.” He was holding his breath, yet still felt the need to be a smarty-pants. You moved your hips practically a centimetre and he grunted. He didn’t want you to win though. “I want more. Maybe not tonight, but I will turn your mouth filthy by the end of the week…”

A moan tore from your throat uncontrollably, and you couldn’t look at his face because you knew you’d be met with a gloating smirk. You steeled yourself, nose in the air. “Game on.” 

Seokjin laughed obnoxiously, but couldn’t wait any longer, slowly dragging out of you and then pushing back in. His breath hitched – so did yours, and he carried on, propping himself up with one hand as he gained a steady rhythm. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, watching your face. 

“You too.” You clung to him, feeling your face heat up and ended up dropping your gaze. 

“Honey, don’t be shy,” he whined, reaching to cup your face, in the process pressing more of his body weight into you. You clutched him tighter, wanting him as close as ever. “I like watching you. Knowing I’m making you feel good.” His mouth on yours now, you sunk into the kiss, moaning softly as his thrusts got quicker. You met each one, rolling into him. 

It wasn’t long before he was on your throat, kissing and nipping the skin, his hands exploring the rest of your body. Your ran your fingers through his hair, sighing sweety when his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, slipping the hard flesh into his mouth to suck. 

Face pressed against your chest, his movements became a little erratic, breathing heavy until he was panting. You moaned along, loving how he was making you feel. “You are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He awed, voice raspy. 

You let out a weak chuckle, running your fingers through the ends of his hair. “Of course you would say that with a face full of my boobs.” 

He laughed too, kissing his way back up your chest, his hands pressing into the pillow as he leaned in for your mouth. You stared at one another for a little while, your moans mingling together, and it was the most intimate moment you’d ever shared with anyone. 

“Good?” He asked. You were unsure if he was asking how you were or if you were enjoying yourself, but regardless, the answer was the same. 

“Really good,” you smiled, running your hand down his chest. 

His thrust were getting messier, less controlled, less strategic, so it was no surprise when he had a confession to tell you, kissing you once again. “I’m-I’m… close.” 

He’d exceeded the predicted three pumps at least… “Hey, you can go a little harder,” you whispered against his mouth. 

He grunted, slacking at your words but quickly got a hold of himself. Each snap of his hips got firmer and harsher, fucking – because there was no other way to describe it – you into the expensive bed. Your cries of pleasure came out stunted and unsteady, his own grunts louder now, gruffer as he chased his end. 

“Seokjin –!” Your hands fell to his ass, holding him tight as he pounded into you. “Don’t stop,” you encouraged, which seemed to tip him over the edge – quickly. 

“Fuck. Coming…”” His face fell into the crook of your neck, panting as he tried to keep moving, and then he froze, his body hot, partly sweaty, a long drawn-out groan sounding against your ear as he came. 

You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him to you because in all honesty, you didn’t want to let him go. You could feel his heart beating against your chest rapidly, even after he’d partially caught his breath, and you knew yours was beating just as fast. You kissed his shoulder when he kissed yours, and slowly he lifted his head, turning to give you a drunken smile. He sighed contently. “That honestly beats any orgasm I’ve ever given myself lately.” 

“I should hope so!” You burst out laughing, not quite expecting those to be his first words and he immediately joined you before hugging you tight. 

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You awoke naturally, light from outside peeking through the loosely closed drapes. Seokjin had his arm around you, his body curved into yours, and you could tell by his breathing he was still very much sound asleep. Proving your point, he grunted softly, rolling onto his back, his grip on you loosening. Carefully, you turned around to face him, taking in the sight of his sleeping form. His lips seemed to be pouted, eyebrows furrowed slightly – of course he had an adorable sleeping face. Of fricking course. 

The bed sheets were pushed down, draped across his pelvis, one hip sticking out, while his broad chest and toned stomach laid bare. You found yourself smiling, insanely happy, wondering if you’d been a saint in a past lifetime – you had to have been. How else had you hit the jackpot? A kind-hearted, beautiful man with a banging body? You’d struck big. 

Wanting to leave him sleep longer, you got up quietly, needing to pee, not worrying that you were butt naked, and as you left the bathroom, you moved to the closet (room) to fish for your phone in your purse. You’d left it there all evening yesterday, not wanting to be interrupted, and low and behold you had a bunch of notifications waiting for you on the screen. You got back into bed, getting comfy before you scrolled through them. Most were unimportant, news updates and social media notifications. You had a text from your mom reminding you to call your grandmother soon, one reminder regarding your phone bill going out tomorrow and then, from half an hour ago, a text message from your best friend. Why the hell was she up so early on a Sunday?! 

Soojung (8:32am) Spill the details girl! How was Mr. Dilf 🥵👨🏻🍆💦 

You snorted, pretty loudly, couldn’t help it, and when you realised you shoved a hand over your mouth, hoping you hadn’t woken your boyfriend (yes, it felt so good to finally use that word) up. You glanced over, but his eyes were still shut, a peaceful look on his face, so with a relieved inner sigh, you went back to your phone, wondering how you should reply. You had quite a lot to say, messaging her “the details” wouldn’t work. Maybe you could give her a summary? Until tomorrow when you could call her while Seokjin was at work. Maybe you could meet her for lunch. And who knew, you’d probably have more to tell her come then –

“Good morning, beautiful.” 

You jumped when you heard Seokjin’s voice, his arm wrapping around you once more as he snuggled closer, encasing you in his body warmth. 

“Seokjin,” you greeted, instantly shoving your phone onto the nightstand, face down. “Good morning.” 

“Mmm.” He rubbed his face into the crook of your neck, burrowing his arm under the covers to touch your skin, hand cupping your waist. He was still sleepy, voice groggy. You settled into his hold, closing your eyes. With a kiss to the top of your shoulder, he spoke again.  “What were you snorting at?”

Your eyes immediately flew open. He’d heard that? “Nothing,” you tried to reply casually. 

He laughed, the throaty sound shooting up your body, leaving warmth in its wake. “Come on, something made you laugh.” He lifted his head, looking at you pointedly, plump lips pressed together, mouth curving up slightly. “You have to share, it’ll be rude not to.” 

It took you a second to give in. “Fine.” It was probably time to let him know anyway. Soojung might try to kill you, but she couldn’t get you if you were gated in at Seokjin’s home…  You reached for your phone and flashed the screen on, holding it out to him. “Soojung’s an idiot,” you sighed. 

He delicately held the back of your hand, steadying the device so he could read the messages. A second later he was deeply amused, lips quirking before he let out a little laugh. “Has that been my nickname the entire time?” 

“Maybe…” Amongst other things… They could wait till later though. 

He hummed, trying to keep his expression casual, but you could tell by his eyes how amused (and smug) he was. “The emojis add a nice touch.” 

You rolled your eyes, about to tell him to shut up, but immediately his lips were pressed against yours. He kissed you sweetly – which was all just an act. When he pulled away, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tone arrogant. “So… how was Mr. Dilf?”

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed. This couldn’t be happening. He was just as bad as Soo and Taehyung. 

Laughing loudly, he kissed you again, caging you under him smoothly. Your hands reached for his biceps, feeling them flex underneath you. “Was it good enough for a round two? Don’t expect me to keep my hands off you,” he told you, his fingers tickling your stomach as his face fell to your neck, kissing and biting the skin. 

You began to laugh, squirming under him, but no matter how much you tried to free yourself it was impossible. “Stop,” you whined. “Seokjin, you’re tickling me!” He eased off with the tickling but his mouth only seemed to ramp up, his tongue licking up your throat. “You’re so sexy,” he groaned, meeting your gaze, and instantly laughed. “I love embarrassing you.” 

You grumbled, realising you’d started to blush. “I’m not embarrassed,” you insisted. “I’m turned on.” Two could play at that game. Seokjin’s eyes widened comically, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

“Yeah?” He murmured, getting a hold of himself, mouth ghosting over yours. You nodded, dragging your hands down his back to settle on his ass. You could feel his dick rousing between your thighs. It was so easy to get him. He was like putty in your hands. 

“You’re okay though, mm?” He asked, tone softening as he stared into your eyes. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“I thought that was obvious,” you informed him, but his tenderness didn’t go ignored. God, you were really lucky. “I feel so happy,” you grinned, moving to clasp your arms around his neck. He grinned too, teeth on show, and then you couldn’t hold off any longer, kissing him eagerly.  

“Fuck,” he breathed, after you’d just licked a strip up his jaw line. His hands clung to hips. “I want you in so many ways.” 

You gave him a dangerous smirk. “We have all week, I’m sure you’ll be successful.” 

Groaning, he seemed beside himself, skin hot and sweaty, his hair dishevelled, falling into his eyes, cheeks patched red. Finally, he settled on a decision. “Would you like to shower with me?”

“Okay,” you replied instantly, your excitement already tenfold, and suddenly you were in his arms, rising off the bed to be carried (naked) bridle style to the bathroom. “Seokjin!” You squealed, clinging onto him tightly, but all he did was laugh. You could get used to this. 

His walk-in shower was grand, practically a separate wet room – two glass doors leading inside and a marbled tiled bench to the left with two panelled windows behind it. There were two showerheads – one large one attached to the ceiling and the other jutting out from the wall. Seokjin chose the centre one, knocking it on and enclosing you both in hot water. Warmth radiated from beneath your feet too – heated flooring, of course. 

You spent the next ten minutes wrapped together kissing, hands exploring one another’s soapy bodies. It wasn’t long before there was a very obvious erection bobbing against your stomach. “Someone says hello again,” Seokjin hummed against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip before he broke away and chuckled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been the cause of many an awkward boner.” 

You laughed, hooking one arm around his neck. “I noticed.” Your other hand wrapped around his dick, the wetness of his skin making it easy to glide your fist along the veiny shaft. You gazed up at him, admiring the way he’d pushed his wet hair above his forehead. He looked incredibly handsome – so handsome, you were finding it hard to control yourself. “Was this one of your ways?” You murmured. 

“Maybe,” he said with a smile, huffing out a little when your thumb grazed the sensitive slit across the head of his member. 

“I have a better idea…” You whispered, pushing a little at his chest. “Sit.” 

He obeyed, sitting on the bench while watching you wordlessly (but curiously), his eyes flashing when you moved to kneel in front of him. “Fuck,” he muttered, dick twitching in anticipation. You took him in your fist again, feeling oddly confident as you flicked out your tongue. It had been a long time since you’d sucked dick but you were more than ready. 

You washed your tongue across the head, hearing him grunt above you, and encouraged, you took him in your mouth, sucking firmly around the tip. His hands instantly reached for your head, fingers carding through your hair. He groaned lowly, thighs tense, but when you started to jerk your fist along his shaft, he relaxed into the pleasure, murmuring your name. 

“Okay, this idea seems better than mine,” he admitted, voice tight. 

You hummed in agreement, vibrations travelling up his length which made him groan, fingers in your hair tightening. Taking him deeper, you washed and swirled your tongue as best you could around the thick flesh. Seokjin’s length was impressive, but you had all week to grow accustomed to it, for now, you had your hand, continuing to stimulate him with both that and your mouth. The water from the shower hit your back and calves, the heat beneath you making sure you didn’t grow cold. 

“Should we go back to the bedroom?” Seokjin asked, sounding concerned, despite how good you were making him feel. A hand ran down your back soothingly. “Your knees will start aching.” 

Pulling off him, a string of saliva that attached you breaking apart, you shook your head and ran your palm all the way up his length, twisting against the tip. He bucked into your hold. “It’ll be worth it.” 

Seokjin let out a low growl, eyes dark. “Don’t say things like that.” 

You smirked, spreading your saliva up and down him slowly before speeding up, concentrating on the head. Seokjin’s mouth was open, his breathing shallow, chest littered with red blotches, making it painfully obvious how aroused he was. You wanted to run your hands all over the muscular torso, mouth too – but that could wait. First of all, you wanted to make him cum. 

“You have a pretty big dick. Has anyone ever told you that?” You purred, eyes flicking down to his crotch. 

Seokjin grinned confidently, the hand in his hair reaching to cup your cheek. “You seemed to handle it very well last night.” 

Oh. Heat exploded through your body, settling between your legs, and you took him back in your mouth, a hiss leaving his throat. He tapped your chin, gaining your attention. “Y/N, look at me,” he commanded softly. 

And you did. You watched every bit of pleasure that flitted across his face as you continued to suck his dick, never breaking eye contact, even when he did; eyelids closed, face scrunched up as he came down your throat a few minutes later…

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[steves-on-a-plane]

No Place Like Home (Part 4)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Words: 1654   Pairing: Ted Lasso x Reader   Summary: Ted & Reader move into the former’s new place. After unpacking, the two relax and watch a rom com before bed. Things take a turn when Ted says something he doesn’t entirely mean.

Pushing your personal feelings towards Ted aside, it would have been impossible for you to say no to his offer. For one, Higgins did not manage to find a hotel with a vacancy anywhere around Nelson Road. Apparently, everything within a two-hour travel time was completely booked for the weekend if not the entire week. You had nowhere else to go unless you wanted to sleep on the benches in the locker room and you very much did not. So, after Ted and Beard managed to wedge a third slightly smaller desk into their office, you walked home with the Head Coach.

“[Y/N], I do believe this is us.” He proclaimed when you arrived at the address Higgins had provided.

You opened the door to find that Ted’s place was already lightly furnished. The main door opened to a living room, which already had a coach and two armchairs. There was also a TV, some end tables, several lamps, and various framed photos taken around London. The view from the living room windows was mostly of shops that surrounded the property. Overall, it was nice, but didn’t outwardly say, “this is the home of Ted Lasso.”

There were boxes piled in the middle of the living room. You assumed they were things that Ted had shipped over from the states. There were two bedrooms as one was eventually intended for Henry. For now, Ted invited you to settle in there and make yourself comfortable. You could hear him unpacking his things in the room across the hall. Eventually you heard him talking to someone.

“Ted?” You poked your head out of your bedroom door. That was when you realized his door was mostly shut. It was open just a crack. Enough that you could every other sentence. You pieced together on your own that Ted was on the phone with Michelle.

“Yeah, I’ve got a cute neighborhood too! You and the little guy get on over here and check it out.” He sounded enthusiastic. He couldn’t wait to share his new life with his family. Ted paused as Michelle answered him on the other end. He was passing around the room. When he spoke next his voice was quiet, less excited. “What? No what did I say? B-but that’s what I’m doing though. I’m giving you that space.” He sighed. “I love you. No…no that’s okay you don’t have too…”

It hurt to hear the person you cared so much about sounding so broken hearted. That was the truth of the matter you supposed. Ted Lasso’s heart was breaking. Maybe it was a good thing your housing had gotten messed up. If nothing else, you could save him from feeling so alone. You waited a few minutes so that it wasn’t obvious you’d been listening before you walked across the hall and knocked on Ted’s door. He was all smiles when he opened the door. The lightning quick change made you wish you could just reach out and hold him.

“I got a pretty good nap in on the plane but I’m still a little messed up from this time travel stuff.” You told him. “I know I’m probably already in your way enough, but I saw the TV out there. Thought maybe we could hook up my iPad and watch something until we’re both tired enough to sleep.”

“I would like that very much.” Ted nodded. “You know what? They were supposed to stock the fridge with groceries too. How’s about I see if I can forage us up some popcorn while you take care of the AV equipment?”

So, at ten pm London time, Ted was making popcorn and you were uncoiling the HDMI cable and adaptors you had packed. You were thankful that you had thought to take them in the carry-on bag rather than send them along with your other stuff. Soon enough everything was connected, and you were able to display your iPad screen on the TV. The only question now, what to watch?

Ted’s favorite movies were romances of any kind. Rom-coms, dramas, space operas, it didn’t matter. He loved love. Even despite is current situation, he would want a tale about people in love or falling in love. Luckily, your extensive movie library covered every sort of genre imaginable.

“What are we watching?” Ted asked as he sat down beside you and placed a mounded bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. “The Wedding Singer?” He read off the screen before nodding with approval. “I love stories about folks falling in love who don’t even know they’re in love. Oh, let me get just one more thing.”

Ted returned to the living room with the same soft blue blanket he shared with you on the plane. You pressed play and joined him back on the couch. Ted spread the blanket across both of your laps and nestled the warm popcorn bowl between you.

“Nice n’ cozy!” He proclaimed happily.

Over the next twenty minutes you and Ted took turns grabbing handfuls of popcorn from the communal bowl. Occasionally there would be a casual brush of your fingertips as the two of you reached in at the same time. There was even an instance where the two of you were so invested in the movie, your fingers briefly tangled together. This led to awkward and quiet but rushed apologies.

“Oh, after you.” Ted insisted, gesturing to the bowl.

“Sorry.” You whispered again before taking just one piece off the top. The popcorn sat abandoned for a while after that. An hour into the movie, Ted’s eyes began to drift. He woke himself mid-yawn and smiled.

“I think it’s about time I hit the hay.” He said, getting to his feet. “This was nice though. We should do it again sometime.”

“You know, I think I’m finally tired too.” You yawned and stretched. “Do you mind if I leave the iPad hooked up? I’ll take care of this though.” You handed Ted his blanket and took the popcorn bowl in hand.

“Sounds good,” Ted yawned again. He accepted the blanket as you handed it to him, before turning on his heels towards his room. Good night, Sweetheart, love ya.”

From the second the first syllable of the word Sweetheart was out of his moth you froze. You were midway, reaching for the popcorn bowl when it happened. You just stood there stupidly partway between reaching for the bowl. Your heart was pounding so fast that you could feel it in your ears. You didn’t know what to say. You’d imagined him saying almost those exact words to you a thousand times, but you knew that this wasn’t earned. He hadn’t meant it. Ted’s brain seemed to process what he’d said almost thirty seconds after yours had. He immediately turned around and began to apologize.

“[Y/N], I am so sorry. I was not trying to...” Sensing his distress was enough for your own body to unfreeze. You continued to reach for the bowl of popcorn and put on your best imitation of a Ted Lasso ‘everything is fine’ smile. You waved him off.

“Don’t worry about it, Coach.” Yes, Coach felt like a safe name to use. It was the first word you could manage that wasn’t another pet name in response to him. “I’m the first roommate you’ve had in a while that’s not married to you. And we’re both pretty sleep deprived.” You shrugged. “I’ve told chocolate bars that I love them when I’ve had this much sleep. It’s not a big deal.”  

“Right, of course.” Ted nodded, but he didn’t sound sure. “I’ll see ya in the morning [Y/N].” He said before heading into his room for the night.

“See you then, Coach.” You promised, carrying the bowl of popcorn in the opposite direction.

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