#you don't know what ya had till it's gone ...

[shopcat]

it has been so long since there's been an onion in this house that i have caught myself daydreaming shoplifting a single brown onion. i honestly think i could do it like just put it in your pocket and also who is going to like flip their shit over an onion. but it's worrying

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader

Getting so worked up during a celebration for Price's birthday that Simon has to take you in the bathroom of the bar you are both at just so you'll calm down

"Just couldn't fuckin' wait till we got back, yeah baby?" Simon growls in your ear with his warm breath, lips close to the side of your head as you both stand cramped inside that tiny bathroom stall as he desperately works your cunt with his fingers. "My fuckin' needy little kitten, shit you're just grinding away on my thick fuckin' fingers, aren't ya? Needed it that bad?"

It wasn't your fault honestly, he knew what the liquor did to your libido and yet he let you have shot after shot to keep pace with the boys...I mean it was a celebration after all, but still.

If he didn't want to be knuckles deep between your petals he should have pulled the reigns long ago...and yet maybe this was what he wanted in the first place. It wasn't like he was dismissing your discrete advances all night, even taking you by the hand to the dingy bar bathroom himself.

Price's birthday wasn't always able to be celebrated, work did have to come first unfortunately, but it just so happened that everything fell into place this year and so the entire group gathered in the local bar to let go and have fun.

And here you were with Simon having you own extra bit of fun, though this one wasn't for sharing...

Using your bandana that you had worn in your hair tonight as makeshift cuffs, Simon had your hands tied behind your head so that you wouldn't be tempted to stop the work his fingers were currently doing down below to get you off.

It had to be quick and distractions wouldn't help.

"Sorry, baby," you whimpered, mouth agape as heavy breaths exited your lips. "Just fucking need you so bad sometimes I can't see straight. And you are just looking so good tonight...was having trouble not just riding you at the table."

Oh he was absolutely gonna give you hell for it, but there was no doubt that he loved every fucking second of just how needy you could get for him. Just hearing that lilting whine in your voice, begging and pleading with him to take you in any way, shape, or form he could sent him up the goddamn wall.

"They probably all know what we're doin' in here, ya know that sweetheart," he said, thick accent making your skin tingle and your clit throb. "They're probably chucklin' under their breaths about how we weren't slick at all, breakin' away from the group like that. I bet they're whisperin' about how you're fuckin' just takin' it all, whatever I give ya."

You shook your head, eyes closed as he slipped another large finger into your already soaked panties and up into your core. "Don't care," you breathed, "even if they call me a whore, they better put your name in front of it and I won't deny it."

The plan was just to get you off quick so that you could finish out the night with the gang and then take you back later to his to do you proper, but fuck the way his cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans that wasn't gonna be enough.

"F-fuck baby, why do you always feel so fucking good?" you again whimpered quietly, so far gone between the booze and your lovers fingers that sanity had left you completely.

You were just so fucking wet, looking so goddamn voluptuous with all those juicy curves, saying all the right things to make him fall apart. As much as he tried to stay sane, it wasn't working, so change of plans...otherwise he was gonna be a fucking mess and that just wouldn't do.

That's how it always went, didn't it? He should've known he could keep himself out of you; not even if he tried.

"Ya want me inside ya?" Simon asked hurriedly out of the blue, as if he didn't already know the answer, and instantly your eyes shot open as your heart nearly burst from your chest.

"God, yes," you answered without hesitation. "Please Simon, fill me to the brim..."

A quick scramble to undo his pants, buckle jingling and denim rubbing against itself as he shimmied the damned things down enough to release himself, his cock already hard and pulsating, needing to enter you now.

Using the toilet paper dispenser as a makeshift ledge, Simon picked you up and set you on it with a prayer that it would stay bolted to the stall wall long enough the he could get you both off before it broke. He hated that any part of you had to touch anything in here, who the fuck knew how clean it was, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Your thighs instantly locked around his hips as you waited for him to align the head of his cock with your entrance. "Gotta make this quick" he groaned, the head of his member slipping itself through your petals.

And there it was, the initial thrust that always split you open as you took every inch inside until he ran out of inches to give. Christ, how fucking amazing it was to be so full of him; that fucking girth was more than enough.

"G-god-d-damn," he choked out, his hands digging harshly into your hips as he clung on for dear life, trying to not cum so fast. "Your gonna be the fuckin' death of me sweetheart."

You were already soaked and he had no trouble slamming into you over and over again, his pace quick and intense as at any moment someone could come walking through the door and hear you two going at it like a couple of teenagers, screwing wherever the mood struck.

Over and over his cock thrust into your core, the wet sounds of skin slapping against one another music to his ears that only fueled his passions further. You were a dream, a fucking vision of lustful beauty, and the way you felt only matched.

What was he supposed to do, not be obsessed? Fuck that, you were the best goddamn thing to happen to the manky bastard and it made him absolutely crazy about you.

Shit the pressure felt divine as the angle of his penetration made certain to engage your sensitive clit as well. Mix that with the tingling in your limbs from the alcohol and you were already dancing dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm.

"Yes, y-yes," you repeated in increasing volume, breasts bouncing up and down against his chest as he pounded into you.

"That's it sweetheart," he praised, "come on. Let go for me baby."

The wall of the stall shaking, the creak of the paper dispenser beneath you, the relentless place of Simon's hips snapping against yours was all to much.

"Cum with me," you begged.

"I'm already there luv," he replied quickly, "just let go. Come on pretty girl, come on."

In and out, in and out of your tight cunt a few more times, his abs clenching as Simon's own orgasm popped off and you were gone, crying out as your body shook from the release of pressure like a least in the wind.

Shit you saw fucking stars with that one.

As you both rode out the end of your pleasure together, that's when you heard the door open and a pair of heavy booted footsteps cross the floor. Simon's large palm cupped over the entirety of your mouth to stifle the last of your orgasmic moans, his cock still buried within you as whoever it was went about their business, taking a piss as was evident by the sound.

The urinal flushed after a few moments, followed by footsteps to the sink. A quick wash and the both of you thought the coast would soon be clear and you'd be able to finish up and head out.

"Be sure and come back to join us when your done, yeah?" the voice of your captain sounded through the tiny room; you'd been caught red handed. "Would hate to see you two leave early...again."

Well fuck, guess the cat was out of the bag now. Simon chuckled as he leaned in and gave you a kiss as the door to the bathroom shut, leaving you two alone in silence again.

"Oops," Simon whispered against your lips before he planted another heavy, greedy kiss to them, "too bad I'm not sorry."

[heartfullofleeches]

Maybe a better idea..... Farmer Flemish giant rabbit Yan catches Foxboy reader, but gives reader the choice that if he becomes the yans malewife he can live.

(That was the plan to some extent in the long run, but the chase is fun, no? Regardless, here's a blurb of the two lovebirds)

Male Flemish Rabbit Yan + Foxboy Reader

Warnings: Imprisonment, kidnapping. Reader's pronouns are not mentioned, but they are thought of as male. The term Wife is used.

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That bastard....

"Let me out! Let. Me. Out!"

Rearing your legs as far back as the tight space would grant, your knees bump into your chest as you kick out. Metal grates dig at your arms with every slight turn and jostle of your body. Dirt and moulted feathers mat your fur, yet there isn't any poultry in sight for you to feast and console yourself upon.

Damn it... You knew it was too good to be true. That farmer was a fool, but a watchful and cautious one at that. He'd never leave the door to his pens open unless he was sick or injured. Maybe part of you had prayed that he was. Wrong as it may be to wish ill on someone making a living for himself, you were just trying to survive too.

"Let me out.... please.." Your voice wavers as the pains of hunger and stress exhaust what little strength you have left. Your balled fists slap pathetically against the metal cages as tears well in your eyes, daring to spill. You won't let them. You won't let him win.

"I said...GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

The gravel outside your wooden prison shifts.

"In due time, Love. We've got a deal to make first."

Dread consumes the emptiness in your stomach, pinning your limbs to the dirt covered floor as he at sinks to his knees. Your knees curl into your chest once more, body and mind subconsciously making yourself smaller as his larger figure draws into view - blocking your sight of the forest beyond his land. Your home. You don't even realize your crying till his fingers brush the wetness from your cheek. You have half a mind to bite them off as they get stuck between the grates.

You snarl- "If you wanted me gone you could've asked..."

The farmer presses a strong hand to his mouth, suppressing a laugh. "If I wanted ya gone, I would'a taken the sheriff's generous offer of a shotgun the last time I had him over. You know how he is about outsiders."

The bite in your stare remains - still, your legs quiver at the mention. "You aren't going to turn me over to him, are you?

He can't. The farmer is lenient towards your crimes, but that man.. That rabbit... He'll have you hanging from the town hall by nightfall.

"Please... I'll...I'll do anything...I'll work off my debt day and night, I-"

"Sweetheart...." The farmer rest a hand on the steel wall of the coop, gently petting its bars as he would your fuzzy little head once you agreed to be his. "It's okay. Nobody's gonna hurt you or make you do any hard labor."

"Then-" Your cracked tongue wets your splitting lips. "What do you want from me?"

The farmer cranes his head, meeting you eye to eye. The bags beneath his eyes seemed heavier than usual. How long had been out here waiting for you to return?"

"Cute little fox like yourself shouldn't be out here scrounging around for scraps or the occasional unattended hen. You should have a roof over your head, a comfy bed, all the food you could ever want."

What's he going on about? Another trap?... "If I'm not going to work for it... How does this deal benefit you?"

"I want you to be my wife."

"Wha?!- Ouch!-" Your head shoots up, ramming into the low hanging support beams. "Are you crazy?"

The farmer lets a chuckle slip. "Heh, I'd have to have lost my mind not falling for ya. Think about it this way, Sweetheart. You come home with me and I fill that belly of yours full of food. Or I call up the sheriff and he fills it with lead. Your choice."

Your howling stomach betrays any fight you have remaining. You don't have many options in this scenario. Push come to shove, you could possibly make your escape in the dead of night when he least expects it - taking as many of his hens as your arms could carry.

"Okay... I'll.. be your wife."

"Smart fox." The farmer stands - rounding the corner to the front of the henhouse. He lifts the wooden board that had fallen into place as you crawling inside hours ago. Your legs are too cramped and spent from all that kicking to fight him as he pulls you out by your tail and into his well built arms. The farmer presses his nose to your face, nuzzling your cheek as he walks off towards his home - carrying you bridal style.

"Welcome home, Hun."

[aboutchriss]

Bed bugs

Pairing: Idol! Chan x fem! reader

Genre: smut, fluff, maybe crack idk

Warnings: slight choking (just a hand on the neck, nothing more) (f! receiving), dry humping, oral sex (m! receiving), make-out session, cuddles, mention of Chan's room.

Author notes: when I first started writing "Physiotherapy and Coconut Oil" back at the beginning of October, I was convinced to write it as fluff, mainly because I can't write smut; after a couple of weeks, I left it in my drafts, and leave it there till the first two weeks of December, I was under heavy medication bc I had a painful surgery on my foot, and the only thing that helped to go through insomnia caused by the pain was writing that story, I wrote and wrote day and night, and it helped so so much, that's why I was shocked when @ardef38 asked for a pt 2, so here you go love, I hope you like it.

(Kinda proof read, it’s 1:40 am as I’m ’reading’ this so, be patient I’ll correct any mistakes later)

Fun fact: I do really ride motorcycles since I was 17 (and yes I may be reckless).

Word count: +4k (I got carried away I’m sorry)

Thank you so much, I really, really appreciate all the feedback, I love you all.🩷

Sincerely Glo

As always, requests are open!

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I'm so insecure about my English. As I said, it's not my first language, and I'm always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that. So, if you find mistakes, please let me know. I'll be thankful, and my English will improve!

-✉️

You can read part one here

"Stop moving. I'm trying to sleep."

he mumbles on your back

"I can't, I'm sorry."

You mumble

"Why? What is happening, baby?"

he asks, hugging you tighter

"Uhm, I'm sorry my insomnia is bothering me, I-i don't know why."

"What can I do for you? A cup of tea? cuddles?"

he asks

"I don't know either, honestly, usually I stay in bed and stare at the ceiling."

"It's a common thing?"

he whispers, almost like he doesn't want to be heard by someone

"What? That I can't sleep? Oh yeah, definitely.”

you say, turning yourself towards him

"Mh"

"You should be tired, you know that? after a full day of work and after what we did."

he says

"I know, Channie, but my brain can't shut down."

"I have an idea."

he says, hugging you tighter, your head on his chest with his hand between your hair

"What?"

you ask, looking at him

"Shhhh, just close your eyes and relax, okay?"

"Mh, okay. I doubt that whatever you're about to do, you'll make me fall asleep."

"Shshhh"

close your eyes

go to sleep

know my love is all around

dream in peace

when you wake

you will know I'm still with you

He repeats the verse over and over until you don't hear him anymore.

You know that you fall asleep because of his voice and the lullaby that he was singing, and the way he was stroking your hair gently, but mostly because he's warm; one time, someone said that he's like the feeling of walking in a warm room after spending the whole day out in the cold. It's true he really is like that domestic feeling.

"Good morning, ray of sunshine. How did you sleep?"

he asks you when you walk into your kitchen

"Oh, good morning. I thought you were already gone and good. I don't know which magic you've put in your cuddles and voice, but I haven’t slept like this in months."

you say

"Gone? No, I had to make you breakfast since I've slept over and used your bathroom to shower. I also used your body wash. Now I know why you smell so good."

he says while working on something at the stove

"That's why the bottle is half empty."

you giggle, hugging him from behind

"I'm sorry. I'll rebuy it for you."

he says

"Ya, it's okay, you don't have to. you smell like me now,"

"Yep, and trust me, I love it."

he says

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm"

"Aaah, you're warm, Channie it's freezing today even if it's mid-summer."

you say, hugging him from behind

"It has rained all night, we didn't notice because we were...umh...busy."

he says, turning towards you

"Busy...yeah...Chan, oh my god, it was...did I do these?"

you ask, touching his neck and chest

"No, no, it was a bed bug."

"Ehi -you slap his chest- I-god, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too. we got carried away, didn't we?"

he says, touching your neck and making you shiver

"Definitely, but I'm going to be honest I don't mind it and I don’t regret it.”

you say, smiling and kissing him on his naked chest

"Chan...-you say, sniffing around- something is burning."

"NO THE PANCAKES!"

he quickly turns towards the stove, swearing and mumbling against the burnt cakes

"Fuck, i-i wanted to make you breakfast."

he pouts, looking at the burnt pancakes

"It's okay, Channie -you giggle- thing like this happens when you're distracted."

"So you're saying that is your fault?"

he asks, looking at you, one of his dimples popping out

"Yeah, definitely."

you laugh

"Okay, put something on. I'll buy you breakfast."

"No."

you say

"Yes."

he says

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"And I said yes."

"Channie, you don't have to"

"But I want to"

he says

"But-ugh, what if people see us around."

you say

"You're part of the staff, and we can go to the JYP cafeteria, the one inside the building."

"Mh, okay, but with one condition."

"Which one?"

he asks

a smirk appears on your face

"I don't like that smile."

he says

"I'll take you to the building with my motorcycle."

"You-you can ride?"

he asks

"yeah, I thought you liked it when I did it on your-"

"Shsh, don't-shut up, okay, okay."

he says, covering your mouth with one of his hands

"You're not reckless, aren't you?"

he asks with a worried tone

"Me? Reckless? absolutely not."

you smile

"That smile...I don't trust you."

"Not my business, Channie."

10 minutes later, you are in the elevator, and funny to say, but both of you choose a black hoodie (mostly because you have to cover your hickeys and not to catch a cold since the air is fresher)

"You copied my outfit."

you say, looking at him

"Do it look like I'm wearing Doc Martens and leggings?"

he asks, looking at you

"No, even if you would look good in leggings, but your outfit is total black, just like mine."

"I always dress like this."

“I aLwAyS dReSs LiKe ThIs”

You mock him

“It’s true, my whole wardrobe is black.”

"Yeah, but you still copied my outfit."

you smile, walking outside the elevator, Chan being by your side

"Jagiya.."

he says

"Mh?"

you say, not paying attention to the feeling that you felt in your stomach after that nickname

"I'm scared."

he says, looking at his feet

"About..?"

you say opening your garage door

"I've never been on a motorcycle."

he says shyly

"It's okay, Channie. There is a first time for everything. I'm going to explain everything, okay?"

"You-fuck, you can drive this thing?"

he asks

"Yeah, she's my baby."

"Baby? it's huge, how can you manage to drive this?"

you shrug your shoulders, looking at him

"I just do it, just trust me okay?"

"I do trust you."

he says

"Yeah?"

you ask, looking at him, and he simply nods

"Okay, big boy, put this on."

you say, giving him one of your motorcycle jackets

"I hope it fits; one of my friends gifted it to me, but she took three sizes bigger than mine, and I couldn't return it."

"It's a little bit tight on my shoulders."

he says, closing the zip

"It fits perfectly; you have protections, so it has to be tight."

you say, zipping your protective jacket

"It's weird. I'm not used to tight things."

he says, putting his backpack on his shoulders again

"Now, move, I have to take the motorcycle out of the garage. Can you grab the two helmets there? and when you're out, close the door, please."

you say, pointing at a wood cabinet. You press the clutch and move backward with the motorcycle; when the bike is in the correct position, you press down the stand.

"Okay, give me these."

you say, taking the helmets from his hands

"I'm going to put the helmets on you, okay, and I'll explain everything."

you say, putting the helmet on him. You do the same with yours

"Does it feel loose?"

you ask

"No, it's perfect."

you can see him smiling even if half of his face is covered

"And now -you press the inter-phone button- can you hear me?"

"Oh yeah, it's like you're inside my head."

he giggles

you turn on your bike, leaving her roar

"Damn, it's loud."

he giggles

"Okay, so -you say, straddling the motorcycle pushing the stand up with your foot- use that thing to get on and sit here."

you say, patting on the small sitting place for him

"Are you sure you can-?"

he asks

"Yes, trust me, Chan, I've been riding since I was 17."

you smile at him

he sits behind you, getting more comfortable once the bike is stable

"See? You won't fall; both of my feet are on the ground."

"Keep your feet there when we're on the road, don't put them on the ground at a red light or a stop sign. You have to put your arms around me tight or on the tank, especially when I brake; you'll feel it, so don't worry. When we take a turn, you have to follow me with your body. You're basically my shadow, or even better, my backpack, so follow every movement I make, okay?"

you say

"Yep"

"Now, arms around me."

you say, waiting for his arms

"Hold on tight."

you say before pressing the clutch with your left and putting the first gear with your left foot

"Here we goooo."

you say

"Oh my god, we're moving, ahah wow."

"Hold on tight, Channie."

you say, patting on his hands

"That's-wow, oh my god."

"You want me to go faster?"

you say once you're on the road

"Fuck yes"

he says

and you do as he said. You accelerate and shift gear; the sun has been out for hours, so the road is dry now.

"How does it feel?"

you ask him

"It's like, I don't know how to explain it."

"Freedom?"

you suggest

"Yeah, yes, that's the right word."

he says

"That's why you do it? I mean, that's why you drive?"

you hear his voice through the inter-phone, and you simply nod.

"Can you go faster? I wanna feel free."

he says

"Of course."

you giggle, and you shift once again the gear, the two of you speeding in the streets of Seoul, zig-zagging between the buses, cars, and taxis

"Oh my gooood, too fast, too fast"

he almost screams

"Ahahah, just hold onto me, and you'll be fine, Channie. Trust me."

the grip of his arms around your waist getting tighter

"You're crazy."

he says

"I know"

"And reckless, and oh my god, I want to do this every day."

he says

"I know -you laugh- should I pick you up tomorrow?"

"Oh, I—I'm not that brave. God, you have a big pair of balls to drive a thing like this. I could never."

"Oh, you could, and you would look so hot in one of these, with a compression shirt on-ush what a vision."

you say

"Are you fantasizing about me?"

he asks

"I mean, yeah, you as a biker? damn, Christopher, I would be on my knees."

you say, teasing him

"You were on your knees for me yesterday, and definitely, I'm not a biker."

he says, teasing you back

"I- you- uh- I hate you."

you say

"Yeah, yeah, it was clear with all the 'oh, ah' that you were whimpering against my ear last night."

he says, placing one of his hands on your thighs

"Oh-you-shut up"

you say, glad that he can't see the color of your cheeks

"Here we are person that I absolutely hate, and it's banned from my house."

you say braking and turning off the motorcycle once you're in the proper park

"Oh c'mon, I was joking -he says, taking off his helmet- I'll never mention cute whimpers again."

he pouts

"Shhh, are you crazy talking about this here?"

"Right, 'm sorry, where do I put this?"

he asks, lifting his helmet

"Oh, just bring it with you."

you say

"So...umh, breakfast?"

he asks, breaking the silence between the two of you

"Yeah, breakfast."

you sigh, looking at him, his hair messed up because of the helmet

"Ladies first"

he says, opening the front door of the building for you

"Oh, what a gentleman."

you say, walking toward the elevator, bowing to the person who just stepped out of the elevator

"Yeah, gentleman."

he mumbles, pressing the number three, and once the elevator doors closed, you talk

"What you're mumbling about?"

you look at him

"Nothing"

"Chan, c'mon, you can't do this after what we did."

"I'm -he sighs- I let you go first to look at your ass in those stupid leggings, so I'm not a gentleman."

he crosses his arms

"Oh, well, I'll make sure to put them more often."

you say, shrugging your shoulders

"You're not mad?"

he asks

"that you look at my ass when you can? No. You literally saw me naked, so that's nothing of this -you point at your whole body- that you haven't seen."

"Mh, good to know."

he smirks, and once the lift doors open, he goes

"Ladies first, of course."

he winks at you and you can do nothing but laugh at him.

after a couple of minutes of indecision, his indecision actually, he brings to the table two tall cups of cappuccino and a piece of cake for him

"You sure that you don't want a bite?"

he asks, offering you a piece of pie

"Hundred percent Chan"

you smile at him

"Do you have to work today?"

he asks

"Uhm... no, I don't think so, actually. I'm here just for breakfast—you giggle—why?"

"I have to meet with Han and Binnie for some fixes on a new song and do the usual Sunday live, so...would you mind coming with me?"

"I- you- you want me in your studio?"

"Yes"

"The one where no one is allowed?"

"Mhmm"

he nods, sipping on his cappuccino

"The one where the darker aura Christopher works?"

"Yes, that one."

"Mh, okay, if you... don't mind having me there."

you shrug your shoulders

"I don't mind it. You have a relaxing effect on me."

he says

"Interesting"

you say, sipping on your coffee

"The boys are already there. Should we go?"

"I follow you, mister dark aura."

"Oh, shut up."

he says, looking at you

"Hello everyone"

he says, entering in the studio

"Hi Hyung"

the bandmates say at the same time

"Oh, y/n? Hi, what are you doing here?"

"I-uh, I saw him in the middle of the street, he was like an abandoned puppy."

"Hey"

he says, sitting down in his working chair

"So I offered him a ride on my motorbike, and to pay me back, he offered me breakfast."

you laugh nervously

"You ride a motorcycle?"

changbin asks

"Yes? why does everybody find this weird."

you say

"I don't know, you don't look like someone who rides a motorcycle."

Binnie says

"But I am."

you laugh, sitting on the couch in the studio

The three men start working on the new song. You're not paying too much attention because

1. you're too distracted by the way Chan gets so severe when he's at work, so bossy but at the same time gentle with his members

2. you're working too, on your phone, but you're working, planning all the appointments with the members and the artists of JYP

"Oh, looks like someone had fun last night."

you hear Han's voice, and you're head snaps toward his direction so fast that you hear a crack in your neck

"Yeah, you weren't home last night. Where were you last night, Chan?"

Changbin says

then you notice that Chan took off his hoodie, revealing all the hickeys and bite marks on his neck

"What?"

he asks, looking at them

"Your neck Chan, what the fuck? What did you do?"

Han asks

"Uh, bed bugs."

he says, typing and clicking on his computer, not paying too much attention to them

"Yeah, a big one."

Han says

"One with human teeth"

Changbin laughs

"Oh shut up, the two of you."

Chan says, his cheeks turning pink

"Who is she?"

asks the two gossipy men

"No one, it was a bed bug."

he says once again

"Do you know anything about this?"

Changbin asks, and both of them turn toward you

"Uh, bed bugs are big these days."

you shrug your shoulders

"Mh, yeah."

they look at each other with a smirk

after a couple of minutes, they stopped asking about his marks and focused again on their work, recording some chorus, laughing when someone went out of tune, and listening over and over again at the song till it was perfect

"Aaaaand we're done."

Chan says, stretching up his arms in the air and clapping at the work of 3racha

"Aaaagh, I'm hungry."

Changbin says

"Me too."

Han says

"Hyung, y/n wanna join us for lunch?"

"Oh no, I must go now, maybe next time."

you smile at them

"I have to do the live so."

chan says

"Oh, okay."

they say

"Bye Hyung, Y/N see you on Tuesday."

Han says

"Bye guys, see you."

you smile

"Hyung, see you at the dorm and make sure to eat, or you get nervous, little bed bug…See you on Tuesday."

Binnie says, smiling at you and closing the door behind his back

"HOW THE FUCK DID HE?"

you say, covering your face with your hands

"He's not stupid."

Chan says

"But don't worry, they won't spill anything to anyone, that's for sure."

he gets up from his chair, locks the door of the studio, and walks toward you

"Ugh, are you sure?"

you ask, your voice muffled by your hands

"Yes, I trust them with my whole life. They're nosy, I know, but we have a rule: what happens or what we say in the studio stays in the studio."

He says, sitting next to you.

"Are you sure? I- I loved hat we did, and I love our bond, but I don't want to lose my job, Chan, I've worked so hard to be here, and I don't want to ruin everything because I had sex with you."

you say, looking at him

"Ouch"

he says

"No, no, I don't want you to think that I'm using you because I'm not okay? I loved our friendship way before what happened last night."

"I get what you're saying, y/n, don't worry, it's just that you're...I don't know…after what we did, I don't know what are we? friends? Best friends? friends with benefits?"

he looks at you

"Friends with..."

"Benefits, you know, two friends that have sex occasionally but remain friends."

"Yeah, Chan, I know what friends with benefits are."

"So?"

"What?"

you ask

"Friends with benefits? it will be our dirty little secret."

he says

"Mh, friends with benefits"

you nod

"Let's start this thing from now, yeah?"

he says, pulling your face towards him

"Yes, fuck yes."

you say, breaking the distance between the two of you, kissing his plumped lips again

"The door is locked, and we have about thirty minutes."

he says between the kisses

"Ugh, not enough time."

you say, pulling back from him

"We can go back to my place after the live, yeah?"

he nods, kissing your lips again, more roughly this time. You shift your position, straddling him, your legs on the side of his thighs

"It's not-that simple to- touch you with these stupid- mhpf yoga pants."

he says, kissing your lips

"You said that you loved them."

you say

"Yeah, and now I hate them; I can't touch you properly, which frustrates me."

He says, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his bulge against your clit

"It's okay, we don't need to take our pants off."

you say, smiling at him

"What- why? c'mon, I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours."

he says, frustrated, leaving his head against the headrest of the couch

"Mh, not now."

you say, starting to grind on his hard bulge

"Oh shit, what- do it again, please,"

he says, placing his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth against him. You kiss gently his neck, trying not to bite him or suck his soft skin because his neck is already a mess.

"You- god"

he tries to say, one of his hands traveling around your body, grabbing one of your breasts under the hoodie

"Uh? you're not wearing a bra?"

he says

"Nope, free the nipples, Christopher."

You laugh while looking at him, poor guy, he looks desperate

"Fuck, full access all this time? Why didn’t you tell me? God, y/n, you're going to drive me crazy."

he says, kissing your lips. You laugh in his lips and keep grinding on his hard cock

"Please take your hoodie off, I want- at least I want to see your boobs."

"Uhm, so needy, aren't you?"

you ask, and he simply nods

you take off your hoodie, shivering, not because you're cold, no it's way too hot in the room, but because of the way that he looks at you; it looks like he wants you to eat you alive, literally. He licks his lips, looking at your boobs at then looking at your face, his eyes jumping between your two twins and your eyes

"What?"

you ask, looking at him, moving a clump of hair from his face

"I want to suck them."

he simply says

"Then do it. Don't be shy, Christopher."

"Oh, don't call me like that."

he says, looking at you, his eyes darkened

"I know that you like it, just admitted."

you whisper to his ear

"Mphf, if you don't stop grinding on me, I'll cum in my pants."

he says

"And? there's no shame in cumming in your pants, I love to see you so desp-shit"

you say, trying to find any other word to say, but your brain is short-circuiting, his tongue is moving around one of your breasts, sucking on the nipple, while with one hand, he pays attention to the other one

"I wanna live here."

he says, sucking and biting your nipple

"Mhpf, in the studio?"

you tease him even if you know what he meant

"Mh -he breaks off the contact between his mouth and your breast- between your boobs, I want to live here, they're-fuck, they're like a warm marshmallows."

you laugh

"I'm dead serious, y/n"

he looks at you so seriously that you have to cover your mouth not to laugh. You kiss his lips, making him smile

"You're going to be late, so let me do something for you, yeah?"

you say, shifting position and getting on your knees in front of him

"Oh fuck"

he says, pulling his pants down, revealing his hard dick

"You're going to drive me crazy, you know that?"

he says, caressing your face

"That's the point, Christopher."

you say, kissing one of his naked thighs

"Please, jagiya, please."

he says in a desperate tone. That nickname again, heavy like a rock on your chest, just friends with benefits, correct?

So you do what a good friend would do, you take his boner with your hands, stroking him up and down a couple of times, licking the tip, focusing on that particular sensitive part, making him whimper.

You take all of him in your mouth, breathing through your nose; you look up at him, his head on the headrest, his eyes closed, enjoying every moment, one of his hands in your hair, scratching your scalp gently.

You keep working with your mouth and tongue, adding once again your dominant hand, just because you can't take all of him in your mouth.

"Jagi...fuck."

"Uh, language, please."

you say, taking him out of your mouth without stopping working with your hand.

"How am I supposed not to say bad words when you're on your knees sucking me off?"

he asks, looking down at you

"You're dramatic."

you say, retaking him in your mouth, you know that he's about to cum because he's throbbing in your mouth

"Baby, i'm-i'm about to."

he can't even finish the sentence that a load of fluid goes into your mouth, you swallow it all the way.

You clean the corner of your mouth with your fingers and stay on your knees, looking up at him with a stupid smile on your face.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He says, pulling his pants up

“I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”

“Yes, you are, come here.”

He says, patting the place next to him

“Thank you”

He says when you sit next to him

“You don’t have to thank me, Channie.”

“I have to, I told you that you have a relaxing effect on me. And I’m talking generally, not when we...do other stuff, you know, even when we do them, but..."

“I get what you’re saying, Channie.”

You giggle

“Aagh, come here.”

He says, placing a hand on your neck and pulling towards him

“No, wait, I’ve just…”

“I don’t care, y/n, just kiss me, please.”

You sigh, and you kiss his lips, it’s a quick kiss, almost as if you did it every day

“You’re going to be late.”

You say, touching his forehead with yours

“I know, but I have to do it, it’s a safe space for me, and stays.”

“I know”

You say, pecking his lips once again

“I’m in my studio, I wait for you there, okay?”

You say, putting your hoodie on

“Mh, okay, thank you y/n, really.”

He says, kissing your cheek

“That’s what a good friend would do.”

You smile at him

“Yeah, good friend.”

He echos you

“Bye, bed bug.”

He says when you unlock the door

“Bye, Channie -you giggle at the nickname- don’t forget to put your hoodie on.”

“I won’t, thank you.”

He says, smiling, dimples on full display

Good friends, right?

A friend that has marked you all over your body

A friend you would go to live with just to have breakfast ready every morning

A friend that makes you feel butterflies,

A friend that fucks you till your brain short-circuit

A friend who makes you fall asleep while singing and cuddling

Maybe he’s more than “A friend”

A/N: me after writing this 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

Tag list: @paboswriting (because of the mention of biker Chan, we have an obsession about him)

[wileys-russo]

Loved the Grace fic. Wondering if you could maybe do one where she has a secret girlfriend that doesn’t play football. And the team are trying to set her up not realizing that she has a girlfriend and then at one of her matches grace runs up to reader and that’s how the team finds out.

Something like that x

you never asked II g.clinton

"gracie just one date mate! you'll love her." millie slung an arm over the younger girls shoulder who rolled her eyes and shrugged her off. "just one?" grace squinted as the sun rose a little higher and the two arrived to the pitch for training.

"yes! just one." millie assured as the midfielder sighed. "alright, fine." grace shrugged as millies face lit up. "really?" the defender beamed.

"no ya idiot, i'll tell you the same thing i tell everyone. i don't need help findin a girlfriend!" grace rolled her eyes, saved by the whistle blowing signally training was about to start.

that didn't stop a barrage of the girls all trying to sweet talk her into meeting their 'friend' that grace would 'get on with like a house on fire' because she 'had soo much in common with them its like fate'.

she'd heard it all for weeks now, dismissing every little attempt with a firm shake of her head, abandoning conversation after conversation as suddenly they'd go from something she was engaged in to a topic she ran from.

thankfully some of the older girls stuck up for her and tried to shoo away the main culprits like millie, ella and maya who were constantly trying to set her up or ship her off with a new stranger every second day or so.

little did they all know, grace didn't need to be set up with anyone or accept any sort of dating help because she had you.

you looked up from your laptop at the familiar secret knock on your front door, snapping it shut with a grin and racing over. knocking the same pattern back you heard the girls laugh on the other side of the door before you swung it open.

"well hello gorgeous." grace beamed, launching herself at you in a hug as you let out a laugh, your feet lifting off the ground as the footballer spun you around.

"longest four and a half days ever." grace groaned, collapsing into you as she placed you back down and you shared a tight hug. "i'll be sure to pass that onto my boss, no more business trips because my girlfriend can't handle me being away." you teased, craning your head up to kiss her cheek.

"what! ya been away nearly five days and thats all i get babe?" grace scoffed in disbelief as you ventured back into the living room. "i'm sure you kissed your phone screen enough on facetime to make up for it baby." you grinned, having called her at least twice a day every day you were gone.

"yeah but me phone doesn't kiss back!" grace snatched your laptop out of hand, placing it down on the coffee table and flopping on top of you. "alright clinton, lay one on me then!" you sighed as if accepting a poor business deal as your girlfriend shook her head.

but deciding against a smart comment back like she normally would the taller girl wasted not another second, pressing her lips against yours as you exhaled softly into her mouth, the corner of which curled into a smile.

"missed you so much babe." grace mumbled into the kiss, one hand moving to the back of your neck as your tongues fought one another to take control. eventually you relinquished, your girlfriend taking advantage and exploring your mouth like it was the very first time.

"okay okay! no jumping me the first five minutes you're here." you pulled back with a grin as her hand crept up your top, squeezing at your chest.

"alright...i'll wait till its been ten minutes then like a gentlewoman would babe."

~

"grace come on man! one date, you're always so stubborn. you think the worst of every girl we offer before you even meet them! just give us a chance to set you up with someone." ella groaned, dropping down beside the brunette who rolled her eyes, focused on lacing up her boots.

"answer hasn't changed tooney."

"gracie man please let me wingwoman ya!" ella begged, clasping her hands together as grace wordlessly shot her a firm look and shook her head.

"ella for god sakes leave the poor girl alone! youse are always harrassin her." thankfully mary swooped in to the rescue, ushering the mancunian away despite her protests.

you watched on in the stands of old trafford with grace's sister and a couple of your friends, a proud smile slapped to your face and unable to be wiped away despite the teasing from them all. sending your girlfriend a message at half time affirming just how well she'd played you tucked your phone back away as your girlfriend again waved as she entered back onto the pitch.

the little waves and cheeky grins sent your way weren't anything new however that didn't mean any of graces team mates had actually caught on, neither of you were particularly large fans of overtly public displays of affection either.

grace's time to really shine came in the second half when she bagged an assist and a goal, of course finding you in the crowd with a pearly white grin and another eager wave making you laugh and wiggle your fingers back at her.

the devils winning three to nil as the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted into cheers, your heart could burst with pride as you chatted with your friends and her sister, catching grace's eye mid lap who gestured for you to come down.

"lover girl has sent her summons!" your friends teased pinching at your cheeks as you rolled your eyes and swatted their hands away, all four of you making your way down to the barriers.

you hung back allowing the younger fans to all meet their idols, smiling at the excited squeals and cheers from them as your girlfriend and her team all made their rounds signing, high fiving and posing for pictures.

eventually you caught grace's eye again, lips curling into a smile as hers turned downward into a slight pout at how far away you still were. the crowd thinning a little you made your way to the front of the barrier, grace hugging her sister and friends.

"hi superstar." you smiled as it was finally your turn, melting into her embrace. "sweaty superstar." you teased as her skin stuck to yours, flinching away as she pinched your side for the jab.

"goal scorin superstar babe." grace grinned smugly as you hummed, her hands still firmly on your hips. "can the goal scorer get a kiss?" your girlfriend murmured, cocky smile dropping for a moment as her eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation of discomfort.

but you didn't give her a chance to find any as you nodded, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers sweetly, hands cupping her face as you pulled away and let out a small laugh at the way her cheeks flushed rosy pink.

"blusher." you teased, kissing her cheek as she scoffed. "just from all the runnin round, don't flatter yourself!" grace rolled her eyes playfully,hugging you tightly from behind as you turned to lean against the barrier, her chin resting on your shoulder as she chatted away to her sister and friends.

"yeah i'll make sure she gets home safe." grace promised as your friends bid their farewell, her sister picked up by her own friends as you waved them all off, most of the crowd having dispersed.

"you really played so great gracie, i'm so proud of you." you smiled sincerely turning back around to face her, pecking her lips a few times with a smile.

"we've got an audience." you murmured, catching their wandering eyes over her shoulder. "fancy a tour of the change rooms?" grace grinned, wiggling her eyebrows and grabbing your waist hoisting you up and over the barrier.

"don't let the scare ya, bunch of big teddy bears the lot of em." grace promised, arm falling over your shoulder as she lead you toward the small group of girls looking on curiously, shrinking a little under their gaze.

"afternoon girls." grace smiled, squeezing you reassuringly. "whose this then gracie?" mary grinned with a raised eyebrow. "me girlfriend." grace smiled, kissing your cheek and introducing you properly.

"girlfriend!" one of the shorter girls jaw dropped, all four of them looking quite stunned as you pushed yourself a little tighter into grace's side as her arm dropped and her hand rested protectively on the small of your back.

"but-but-all the dates!" the same girl stammered out, another one rolling her eyes and smacking her. "dates?" you asked with a small frown, glancing up at your girlfriend.

"these three idiots have been trying to set us up on a blind date for weeks now. told ya i didn't need any helping finding a girlfriend!" grace chuckled, introducing the four girls in front of you.

"why the hell didn't ya just tell us!" ella, the same girl from earlier, shot the tall girl beside you a glare as grace grinned and gently pushed you to start walking with her.

"cause ya never asked tooney!" your girlfriend called over her shoulder, pulling you tighter into her side and ignoring the protests shouted behind her.

"you're a menace clinton, you couldn't just tell them?" you shook your head with a smile as she lead you off the pitch and down the tunnel.

"but baby, where's the fun in that?"

[hobie-enthusiast]

UNLIKELY CLASH !

— rulebreaker!hobie brown x perfectionist!gn!reader

— enemies to lovers, swearing (more than last and fuck too), mutual pining, making out, small bit of harassment, rebellious teens, confused feelings, getting together

— hobie brown was everything you weren’t, so maybe that’s what attracted the two of you together so well (pt. 2)

— here part two gang! honestly i have an idea for part three in mind but if that’s something u honestly want pls lmk asap

— part 1 | part 2 (here) | part 3

The next couple of weeks were.. odd between you and Hobie.

Even after a heartfelt confession about the pressure you felt, you still had a reputation to uphold. You kept treating him the way you normally did; ignoring him and pretending he didn’t exist.

At first, this didn't really bother Hobie. He was used to chasing after you, messing with you and poking fun at the student council president. But he was getting bored. The small bits of making you late to class or taking up your time were amusing, but he wanted more of a reaction from you.

When he started interacting less and less, you grew confused. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked the attention and small interactions.

Though it was small, being late and skipping class (very rarely at this point), made you excited. It made you feel.. alive in a way.

But all that was dissipating. And you were upset about it.

You sat in your room after a long school day, mindlessly scrolling through your computer. Your parents had asked that you try and find a prom outfit, but that became boring really quick. You could never wear something truly exciting; just some fancy outfit plain coloured with fancy hair.

A knock on your window startled you from your thoughts. Glancing out, you see Hobie looking in, motioning for you to open the window. You walk over confused, deciding to open the window.

"Brown? It's.." You glance back at your alarm clock. "..10 pm. What are you doing here?"

"Awe, come on sweetheart. After such a confession, shouldn't we be on a first name basis?" He says, inviting himself into your room.

You scoff. "One, no, as you don't use my first name. And two, you can't be here! My parents are right down the hall!"

Hobie shrugged as he looked around your room, analyzing the decor. He noticed the clean desk you had, along with a neat bookshelf of many scientific books and knick-knacks. It suited you, every detail down to the way your game console sat neatly on your TV stand, not a speck of dust in sight.

"Did you show up just to judge my room?"

Hobie shook his head. "Nah, came t' ask ya somethin'." He said, sitting on your desk chair. "Up for an adventure?"

"Excuse me?" You question, taking a seat across from him on your bed. "When?"

"Now."

You know Hobie was.. absolutely crazy in some ways. But this? Going on a random adventure on a Friday night, and asking the person he wants to go with by entering their room via window was.. not the kind of crazy you would categorize him as.

You raise your eyebrows, crossing your arms. "You serious right now?"

"As serious as I always am." He responds with a shrug. "'s up to you. We'll be gone 'till tomorrow. Either 'u're up for a challenge or not."

A challenge he says? Hobie knew that you could be riled up from being challenged to do something. Perfectionists always had to win in his eyes.

And he was right.

"Give me five minutes."

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Next thing you knew, you were on a train from your isolated little town to Brooklyn itself. Hobie blindly led you onto a train, told you to not worry about tickets, then let the train take you both to the destination in mind.

Of course Hobie remembered what you said at the tree. He had been holding onto it for a while now. He knew you wanted to go to a city, do whatever you wanted, just for a little bit. And he was going to be the one to give that to you. Why? Well, that's a question he couldn't answer for himself.

"Brooklyn?" You questioned, looking out of the train window. "Why Brooklyn?"

"You said it under the tree. Ya wanted to go to the city, no?"

You nodded slowly, looking back out the window with a small smile. Of course you were flattered that he remembered your words. At least, you were hoping he did, you practically poured your feelings out.

Once the train stopped, you both stepped out of the station to admire the tall buildings towering over you. Hobie couldn’t help but be amused at the way your eyes shined at the new scenery. He practically came here everyday.

But he couldn’t tell you that. Not without plausible answers to the inevitable questions.

“So..” You turn to look at him, eyes still bright. “What do we do?”

He shrugs, hands in his vest pockets. “Whatever ya want. ‘s ‘ur day, no?”

"But I don't know where to go. I've never been to the city before."

Hobie's eyes widened for a moment, shocked at your words. You were really so sheltered you hadn't been to the city right beside your town? The thought alone was crazy to Hobie. He never understood why adults were so.. controlling.

He sighs, walking ahead. "Follow me then. I'll show ya ‘round."

And so you did just that. You followed Hobie around the city, taking in the sights he's showing you. All around the city, passing and weaving through people, making sure you had a nice time.

There was something you noticed. Before Hobie took you somewhere, he provided you with options on where to go. He didn't force you to go one place with him. He didn't strictly follow an itinerary. He always asked what you wanted to do, giving you full control of the day.

It was.. refreshing. This sense of freedom was exactly what you needed. To feel the fresh air of the city without worrying about impressing anyone. Hobie wasn't judging you, and you certainly weren't judging yourself.

The end of the day came quicker than your liking, and the two of you were on the rooftop of an apartment complex. The sun was setting behind the tall buildings, and Hobie brought the two of you some noodles to eat (he definitely didn't steal them).

You take a bite, setting the cup down with a sigh. "Today was.. actually really nice. I don't think I ever felt that, free before, if that makes sense?"

"Don't worry, you can say it." Hobie said, nudging your arm.

You roll your eyes with a small smile. "Mm.. guess I can. Thanks, Brown."

"Y'know, you can call me 'obie, swee'heart." He responded, shrugging. "'s better than m' last name, I think."

"I can't give you that satisfaction. Not yet."

Hobie raised an eyebrow, a shit-eating smirk crossing his face. "Yet?"

You're ready to correct yourself, but the words die in your throat. You couldn't help but like the sound of "yet". It meant more time with Hobie.. and you enjoyed that. Hobie's company was something you were starting to crave. Almost like a drug.

Hobie glanced over at you. "Gotta admit, didn't expect ya t' come with me. Considerin' 'ur parents don't know ya snuck out."

“Yeah well..” You sigh, looking out onto the building with a soft smile. “Maybe I just needed something different.” You finish, looking over at Hobie.

You’re suddenly very aware of how close the two of you are to each other. Hobie’s eyes flicker; your eyes, your mouth, and back a couple times. It’s almost like.. he was asking you for something. The longer you both stared, the more tempted he became, and you honestly couldn’t blame him.

So why did you pull away?

As soon as he started leaning in, you pulled back, clearing your throat. His eyes widen before narrowing, scoffing gently. Guess he misread the situation.

You really couldn’t tell him he didn’t.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The next weeks Hobie Brown didn’t show up to school.

You had a feeling you were the cause. Brushing him off like that was such a dick move on your part. You knew that. You wanted nothing more than to find him and run to him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

But you couldn’t. You had an image to maintain. A reputation. All the trust you worked so hard to accumulate would go down the drain in an instant.

Of course.. Hobie may be worth that.

Hobie to you is worth that risk. All his rule breaking and crazed adventures are just what you need in your life. Something that gives you the freedom you longed for.

But you had to go and screw it up. And now here you were, three weeks after the incident, at your locker with a guy trying to talk you up.

“C’mon, [Name], just one night! It’ll change your life!”

You groan, slamming the locker shut. “Dude, I said no. Can you stop?”

“Why? I gotta know why!” He persisted, grabbing your wrist as you tried walking away.

You yank your arm away, trying to escape. “I don’t owe you that! Let me go.”

“Not until you-”

“Hey.”

You turn at the sudden voice, shocked at who it belonged to. There stood Hobie Brown, eyes filled with anger.

“They said, let go.” He said, grabbing the guy’s arm and yanking it away. “Learn t’ take a hint, aye?”

The guy’s eyes narrowed. “And who do you think you are, Brown? Their boyfriend?”

“As a matter of fac’-”

Then, Hobie turns you to him, bringing your lips to his. No warning, no asking, nothing. Just does what he’s been craving after three weeks of disappearance.

Everyone in the hallway around you two watched with shocked faces. Nobody could have seen this coming, not even you.

A thousand thoughts rushed through your head as Hobie kissed you, but one screamed to push away. So you did, giving him a shocked look before grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the scene. You drag him to a storage closet, shutting the door.

“Brown, what the hell was that?!” You immediately ask, eyes narrowed. “What, do you disappear for three weeks then kiss every person you were hanging out with? What the hell?”

Hobie sighed, leaning against a shelf behind him. “Guy needed t’ be taught a lesson. Made sure he won’t bother ya.”

“I can do that on my own!” You respond, shoving an accusing finger in his chest. “Where have you been?!”

“Thinkin’.” Is all he responds with.

You groan. “For three weeks? Shit Hobie, I..” You words fall short. You want to say it.. squeeze it out. “I.. missed you.”

Hobie’s eyes widened as he takes in your words. You.. missed him? He never would have seen this coming; a confession from the president in a dingy storage closet? Not on his bucket list.

Your eyes watch Hobie, doing that same pattern he did on the rooftop; eyes, mouth, eyes. You wanted to kiss him again.. feel those lips again on yours. No.. you needed it.

You know what? Fuck this perfect image.

You grab onto Hobie's vest, pulling him in to connect your lips. Your rough with your movements at first, closing your eyes tightly and latching onto him with a white-knuckle grip. Hobie's eyes widened for a moment before they showed a more prideful look, kissing you back with just as much emotion.

His hands find placement on your lower back, pulling you into him as the kiss escalates from one to many. Hobie was like a starved man, slotting his leg in between yours to support you, pushing you back against the shelf and knocking over some cleaning supplies.

That could be fixed later.

Your original intention of one passionate kiss to show him how you felt turned into many heated kisses. The bell for class was drowned out by how into the moment you both were.

“Fuck.. Hobie..” You whisper, diving back in for another kiss.

Hobie groaned in turn, pulling you impossibly closer. “Shit sweetheart.. can’t say m’ name like that.”

“Hmm.. why’s that..?”

“‘s gonna drive me crazy..”

Suddenly, the doorknob to the closet rattles, causing you both to pull away. Your eyes go wide as Hobie grabs it from where he stands, bringing one finger to his lips to make you stay quiet.

The person on the other side tries to open the door, but ultimately fails. They groan and mumble something before walking away. Hobie looks over at your expression, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He whispers, planting a kiss to your jaw. “Or are ya gonna keep pretendin’ you’re too good for it?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes as you take his hand. "Nah, not this time. Come on."

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[brodieland]

Jason Grace as Percy when he forgot about everyone but Annabeth?

Jase only remembers reader, his best friend (who he is in love with but haven't confessed to each other yet) And everyone stays because they realize their connection And maybe at night they try to talk about it and he's being completely direct like "I think it's because I love you, like Percy doesn't love Annabeth" and reader is like ?????? "I love you too but that was abrupt" MVNZVKZJKSFKSA SORRY I LOVE HIM

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Prophecy-Crossed Lovers!! ´ˎ˗

Jason Grace x Fem!Juno!ReaderSynopsis: after Jasons disappearance, you just had to tell him how you felt the next time you saw him!! Tag(s): reader starts unclaimed, prophecy of EIGHT, cursing if it must be said I suppose Word Count: 3042 A/N: you absolutely ATE with this one holyyyy, also I really need to stop saying I suppose its actually a problem omg

"C'mon Jase, its okay not to be so humble all the time," you joked.

"What," he chuckled. "All I'm saying is that when you like your job it isn't hard."

"You risk your life every time you step out of camp Jupiter, you can brag you know."

"Fine, maybe I am humble."

You and Jason were out around 9PM, walking around New Rome together just talking and laughing like normal. He was your best and you were his. You both had a massive crush on one another, but with his job taking on all his time, you wouldn't assume he had the time for crushes, so you kept your mouth shut. Then again on his defense, he just didn't think you liked him back.

"C'mere," you grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward the nearest bakery. "Let's get some cupcakes!"

"You just love to run though my wallet don't you?"

"Well, I mean, if your offering," you both laughed. Jason paid for the both of your cupcakes, you got strawberry and he got vanilla.

"Here," the cashier handed you both the baked goods. "I added on the couples discount for the two of you."

The cashier winked and walked off, leaving you and Jason hot in the face. You both looked at each other, quickly looked away, and walked off and sat outside together at a table together.

"Cashier was funny," he mumbled into his vanilla treat.

"Yeah," you mumbled back.

"We're best friends right?"

"Yeah, I'm always here for you, you know," you slid you hands across the table, and he held them in his. You both were very close with one another, and the line between friendship and romance was so blurred neither of you dared to speak up on it. Why possibly ruin what you have?

"We should head back, its getting late," he smiled.

"Yeah of course," you both stood up, not letting go of one another hands as he walked you back to your cabin. It always a goodnight when Terminus doesn't start a riot. "Well, goodnight Jason, see ya tomorrow."

"Of course, goodnight Y/N," he waved as you shut the door behind you. Walking through the doors of the fifth cohort, you walked over toward your bed trying to sleep. You tossed and turned till finally falling asleep an hour later.

You woke up in your bed, except you didn't really wake up. The air around you felt like static, and when you stood up, it felt weird to move. You were in a dream, a demigod dream.

You don't remember the last time you had one, so you were nervous. When you looked at your feet, there was a faint golden trail leading you somewhere. You followed it, then you realize you're walking towards Jason's cabin. When you walked in, all the beds contained a sleeping camper except for one. Jason's bed.

You were weirded out, you walked toward and saw the bed was empty and made. You walked toward the bathroom, to see no one was in there. Looking at the clock, it was 6AM, not even Jason wakes up this early.

'He's gone.'

You looked around, not seeing anyone who could've whispered that in your ear.

'He might even die before he comes back.'

You start freaking out, even hyperventilating, dreams intensify emotions and this was absolutely terrible.

'Will the memory of you alone be enough to bring him home, back to you, alive?'

You shot up in your bed, absolutely coated in sweat. Fellow campers were starting to crowd around you, looking at you with concern.

"Hey.. Y/N are you okay," one girl asked.

"Yeah, you were, like, groaning and you sounded like you were having a nightmare," another boy said.

"What time is it," you spat out.

"Like 9:50AM," someone said. You eyes shot open as you threw your blanket off and ran toward Jasons cabin. You slammed through the doors, and only saw some stragglers hanging behind, they were normally early risers here.

"Have any of you seen Jason," you asked frantically. There were confused murmurs of nos and nopes running through the room. Reyna walked out the bathroom in her normal attire as you rushed toward her. "Did you send Jason out?"

"No, I woke up later than normal, I thought he'd be out with you or something," she responded.

"No, he's not," you nodded.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes."

She quickly led you toward her Preators office, beckoning you to sit in front of her. As you explain to her the dream, you can see in her eyes as her expression starts going sour.

The next few months were depressing to say the least. He was your best friend, and the guy you're in love with, so him being missing is like, well, you're missing. Right now you were sitting in your bed reading a book and a newcomer, Hazel Levesque, comes and sits by the end of your bed. You two became close, she knew what it was to lose someone close to you.

"Y/N," she said softly.

"What's up," you looked up at her.

"Can I asked you something," she asked, and you just nodded. "What was Jason like. He must've been pretty awesome, since you know, how longs its been, and... yeah."

She didn't want to cross the line and say more, but she didn't have to. Everyone knew of your feelings, except Jason. You started going on and on about Jason, all his amazing qualities. His loyalty and kindness that knew no bounds. You stopped before you started gushing about just how hot and good-looking he was, and then had just found yourself daydreaming about what he could be doing right now. Had he made new friends, found a girlfriend maybe?

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"Dude, I'm working as fast as I can," Leo complained.

"I know you are, sorry man," Jason apologized.

"Whats up with you bro?"

"We need to go back to my camp, what if she's still there? It sucks that she's all I can remember but can just barely remember what we were before leaving. It's just stressful."

"For a guy with amnesia, you use the word remember a lot," Leo joked and Jason just rolled his eyes. "But seriously dude. Spill. Whats she like, she's got to be amazing if you swerve all the, and may I add, really hot girls here for the literally memory of her."

He sighed and took a seat on a nearby work bench, while Leo continued working on the Argo II, "She was my best friend. Ever since I'd made it to camp Jupiter, she'd been by my side. She made me laugh, she helped me to get over my Preator troubles, she just was there for everything. And before you ask, she's beautiful."

Leo just listened to his whipped friend go on about about this mysterious girl. "You sound like Annabeth, but at least she's actually dating Percy."

"Are we talking about how whipped Jason is," Piper said as she announced her presence.

"You guys are so annoying sometimes," Jason laughed.

"Careful, if she's everything you hype her up to be, might just have to steal her away from you," Piper joked.

"You might have too, maybe then he'll finally get the, whats the word, ambition? To make a move," Leo added. Jason sighed, looking disappointed. Leo took the chance to walk up next to him and comfort his friend.

"I just wish I knew what she was to me, was she just a friend? Because I don't think people spend this much time thinking about someone whose just a friend."

Leo rubbed circles onto his friends back. "Must suck being anemic."

"Amnesiac."

"Whatever," Leo smiled, he leaned in pretending to plant a kiss on Jason's cheek, before he laughed and swatted him off. Leo went back to working on the Argo II, while Jason and Piper went off and did their own thing.

"Hey, you think you could send an Iris message to a Roman," Piper suggested.

"We'd never even heard of them over there, so probably not," he groaned. Piper felt bad, but thankfully by just about next week they would be flying out to camp Jupiter to pick up the rest of the eight.

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"He sounds amazing," Hazel smiled.

"Yeah, he is," you smiled back. Before could say anything else, another newcomer, Frank Zhang, came running in.

"Hey Hazel," he stumbled. He was adorable, and clearly had a thing for Hazel.

"Oh hey Frank," she waved. "Is it time for our guard duty?"

"Yeah."

"Bye Y/N," she waved. You waved back as you watched them walk off together. 'adorbs.'

You decided it was time to get out of bed and go for a jog. Something you did before with Jason before he left. After about half an hour, you were walking towards the mess hall for some food. Except you were quickly stopped when you saw a bunch of people running off somewhere together, so of course you followed.

They all ran toward the camp entrance, and what you saw was insane. He was making typhoons like it was nothing, was he a god? Frank and Hazel stood back in disbelief as they watched this rugged looking guy take down two gorgons like it was nothing. He was so powerful, and had been out in the world. Maybe he knew something about Jason?

After the whole incident unfolded, you noticed an old lady standing off to the side. She thanked - Percy, his name was Percy - for bringing her to safety, then she started... glowing?

Gasps were flying around as people started kneeling, but you couldn't tell why. "Why aren't you kneeling like everyone else?"

Instead of an old woman, she looked somewhat younger, taller, and more regal looking. "Who.. are you?"

People started murmuring around you, "My my, I'm Juno," you inhaled sharply. "Unclaimed I see. Don't worry my darling, soon enough you'll play your part."

Then, she disappeared. People were struggling to look between you and Percy, not knowing what was more shocking anymore. Reyna quickly whisked the both of you, with Hazel and Frank, to her office. She sat down, you zoned out as she asked your two cabin mates what happened, then interrogated Percy.

"Y/N, what Juno said.. have you had anymore of those dreams," you shook your head, disappointed you couldn't help more. She understood and let yourself be excused. (You pressed up against the door and listened to Reyna quickly offer Preatorship to Percy, and him claim to have a girlfriend and turn her down. Wow.)

Percy walked out the door and you quickly stopped him, wanting to have a word. "Percy?"

"Y/N?"

"I need to know, while you were out there what was happening, and did you ever meet a guy named Jason, or at least heard of him? Please, I really need to know."

"Sorry, no. All I remember is my Annabeth, and that I really need to make it back to her... Is Jason like, your boyfriend or something," he asked. You looked down at your feet, softly shaking your head again. Percy put his hand on our shoulder before speaking up again. "I'll help find him, alright?"

"Alright," you smiled.

Quicker than you thought, though you weren't surprise at this point, Mars made an appearance and for some reason Percy seemed to know him and wanted to rock his shit??? Whatever. Not the point. He got sent off on a quest with Hazel and Frank. Now you were alone again, but whatever. Not like they'd be gone long, you supposed.

As quick as they left, they were now back to camp. Safe and sound might be a strong way to put it, but they were back. You took the three of them to your favorite bakery in new Rome for some brownies. Coincidently, this was the last place you went with Jason, but that wasn't the point, or maybe it was, shut up.

You were looking down into your brownie with a neutral expression when Percy suddenly pulled you out your gaze. He was pointing into the sky, and there it was. Percy told you his Greek friends would be on their way, but you hadn't realized that they spared no expense it seemed. The four of you went running, and the closer you got, the more you noticed it. Or him.

There he was, standing in his Preator's uniform on the front of the ship, you almost broke down right there, but you stayed strong. There were four people on the ship and they all dropped down from a ladder, except one. You saw him from afar waving his friends off as he walked back inside.

You stood there starstruck, and when you turned to Percy, you both had the same look on your faces. It was like time froze, and you two went running. Percy landing into who you assumed was Annabeth, and you in Jason's arms. Jason hugged you tight enough to swing you around while you snuggled into his neck. "I missed you Jase," you whispered into his neck.

"I miss you too," he said as he pulled away. You both turned when you heard a thud, Percy was getting judo flipped. LOL! "Anddd she missed him, too."

You laughed and walked toward them. All the romans around were weary when Reyna left to speak with Annabeth while you and Jason left to speak alone. "So... where've you been?"

"It's a really, reallyyy long story. But first things first, we need the rest of the four."

"Percy, Hazel and Frank," you spat out with no hesitation.

"Your not gonna offer to come?"

"What help could I really offer? I'm not even claimed," you shrugged.

"Y/N..."

"What? I mean... it sucks but it's true," you sighed.

"I want you to come with us."

"You think I don't want to? That's all I want, I don't want to see you leave again without me. You don't understand what it was like staying here without you for all those months Jase," you didn't want to sound whiny, gods only know what he's been through, but still.

"You're coming with us because-" BOOM! Both of you whipped your heads around and saw the ship everyone flew here on was firing shots. Without a second thought you both went running and saw the Romans trying to fight off the Greeks. You tried helping Jason to stop the fight, when suddenly you saw something flying towards his head.

"JASON," you yelled as you ran your way towards him. You saw him on the floor passed out and ran by his side. You watched as a native girl helped to hold off the Romans while you sat by his side. You saw more people approaching from behind and grabbed the dagger you always keep by your side and started fending more people off.

One person, one person who completely ticks you off was making his way, and it was Octavian. "Why're you defending these traitors??"

"They're not traitors," you started. "They're gonna be the ones to save the world. And don't you ever talk on Jason that way again."

You slammed your dagger back into Octavians chest and slammed him into the ground, then you noticed a glow from above you. You looked in a haze and saw some rings and flowers above you. You'd never seen this before, nor did you know it was even possible.

You had just been claimed by Juno. And were now sure that Jason was right.

You turned and saw Jason starting to sit up, "Frank," you yelled. "Grab Jason and we have to go!"

You had recently learned about Frank's new ability and did it come in handy. The eight of you rushed onto the ship and said bon voyage as fast as possible!! The first moments of landing were rough, between Percy grilling some latino on what happened on the ship, and you helped Jason onto his feet while he directed you towards his room to lay down. "Some preator I am, huh?"

"Lookin very snazzy in your uniform Jase," you chuckled as you took a seat in front of him. "Did you see, I got claimed."

"I can't believe I missed it," he groaned. "By who?"

"Juno."

"Hm. Juno and Jupiter," he chuckled.

"What were you gonna say? Like earlier, before the explosion happened?"

Jason paused, all the confidence he had slowly draining away, but he pushed through anyways. "That I didn't want to be separated again. That I think I'm in love with you."

Your jaw slightly dropped and your eyes widened. "That was abrupt." Not at all what you meant to say.

"Abrupt? That's.. it?"

"Well I mean, I know I love you, so you thinking you love me too is nice to hear, but still, you really just spat that out didn't you," you laughed, causing him to laugh, too.

"But I really do, and I wanna say it before I accidentally go missing again," he joked.

"Hey, chill with that."

"Too soon?"

"Quite," you smiled. You looked into his icy blue eyes, then down to the scar on his lip and the way it moved when you smiled. Without thinking you just went for it and kissed him. You had the sides of his head in your hands as Jason pulled you closer by the waist. You took the chance to move your legs around his waist. His grip on your body tightened as you slid your tongue along his.

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"You think he finally said something," Leo said while he was chowing down on some ice cream.

"I hope so," Piper made eye contact with Leo. "Wanna find out?"

"100%," the two walked to Jason's room. Leo held onto the doorknob and silently counted to three before throwing the door open. "Hey guys!!"

Leo and Piper were starting to regret walking in without knocking. You both sat there embarrassed with your frizzled hair and no shirts, awkward!! Jason just groaned and threw a pillow at the duo standing at the door as they laughed and shut the door behind them. "This might be our sign to start knocking."

"Just might be.."

[stinkysam]

Lucifer Morningstar - No redemption for me.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “May I req Lucifer x Crowley!(from Good Omens) Reader? 👀👀” - anon

Reader : you/yours

Lucifer was the first to fall. You were second.

But despite sharing the same destiny, you and Lucifer were never really that close. It's only when he was invited at the Hazbin Hotel that he saw you, helping his daughter.

Now, it's true he never really heard about you after your fall so he had no reason to worry.

All he knew is that you worked for hell and would spend a majority of your time on earth to tempt the humans into a life of sin as he was told. So he wondered what you were doing here. It's with caution that he shook your hand.

“Hello.” You flashed him a toothy smile as you shook his hand, your eyes hidden behind your shades. “‘Tis been a while.” You said, continuing on smiling.

“Golly, yeah. Ahah.” He let go of your hand to move his hat a bit. “What have you been up to ?”

“Oh,” You grimaced. “This and that.” You put your hands in your pockets. “More this than that, actually.”

A bit confused by your words, Lucifer stared at you.

“And ‘this’... is ?”

“The hotel !” You exclaimed, putting your hands in the air before placing them back in your pockets.

“I thought you worked for hell ? You know, tempting humans…”

“Oh, yeah… yeah… As much as I can, I guess.” You said more quietly, as if thinking. “Yep… And you, King of Hell ?” You turned to him, smiling once more.

“Oh, uh, I still have words with heaven from time to time.”

“So you're still working with them.”

“For… as much as I can.”

“Same as me !” You exclaimed, chuckling lightly, making Lucifer laugh as well.

“So…” He started, looking away.

“Mh ?” You hummed, raising an eyebrow, your shades sliding slightly down your nose, exposing your yellow irises.

“For someone in charge of the temptations you're doing a rather nice thing.”

“What nice thing ?” You looked at him confused, your face turning serious as you pushed your glasses back up.

“The hotel !” He exclaimed, imitating you with his hands in the hair before lowering them.

“Oh, this isn't ‘nice’ !” You grimaced. “I'm not nice, I don't do nice !”

“Then what is it ? Helping my daughter with her redemption hotel ?” It was his turn to raise an eyebrow, leaning closer.

You grimaced, frowning.

“Why are you helping my daughter, then ? Thinking about redemption and going back up ?”

“Oh, nooo. Me ? An angel again ? No. I'm better off in hell… Kinda.”

“Then why do it ?”

“Bored, mostly. Mainly. Primarily ?”

“And also because deep down you're nice.”

You hissed with a grimace, feeling cornered.

“I see you're a bit of a bastard.” You said, making Lucifer laugh.

“I better get going. Charlie is going to give me a tour of the hotel. Wanna come ?”

“Nah. I already saw it.” You waved him off as you looked toward the bar to get a drink. “Well. See ya.” And with that you were gone. Leaving Lucifer with Charlie and Alastor.

He saw you again during the fight with Adam. You had suggested that everyone should leave the hotel to hide somewhere safe and far away from here but Charlie had refused. Running away was not an option.

So here you were, fighting with Charlie and your mutual friends as you kept yelling swear words and menaces at anyone that would dare attack you or your friends. Then, Lucifer came and quickly ended the fight with Adam, sending the exorcists back to heaven without the first man.

You helped rebuild the hotel, without singing or dancing with the others simply because that song wasn't your jam.

“So, you stayed. To fight.” Lucifer said, walking with you inside the new hotel.

“Well, of course I did, I wasn't… I wasn't gonna let them fight on their own !” You defended yourself, already knowing where it was going.

“It's nice of you.”

“It's not nice. Stop it. I'm not nice.”

Lucifer shrugged as he smiled. He stayed at the hotel till everyone was inside and as peace slowly settled over you all it was time for him to leave.

“Will I ever see you again ?” He asked, hope in his tone.

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded, confidently with a grin.

That's how you two started to be in touch with each other. Each time he would visit the hotel, he would spend time with you. Although you didn't talk much about your time as an angel, Lucifer did.

He liked to talk about your creations, how you helped put the stars in place. He felt strongly about your fall and let you know about it. But you just waved him off. You were glad to not work with heaven anymore with their stricts rules and no questions allowed. They don't even have a suggestion box !

Not that you were better off with hell, but at least you couldn't fall further and they let you do most of the things you wanted to do.

[nhoirr]

𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖑

— 𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

drabbles. “GOJO HOURS."

“LOVESICK LOVER — !” : When he's away from you.

GOJO SATORU is not a patient man, especially when he's kept long time away from you.

'I miss you,' 13:42

your phone dings with a message you've been anticipating all this while, all this afternoon you spent fidgeting in place; waiting for something, or well—someone.

'i'll come home soon.' 13:43

the message rings out from a sender that was no other than your lover—GOJO SATORU, who seems to have been impatient at work; he's been gone for less than an hour, though you couldn't blame him when you felt the same.

'I want to be with you." 13:43 — not even two seconds later, your phone gets bombarded with messages.

Often it would be like this when he's gone, busy with exorcising curses.. hours to days of no contact, to sudden barrages of messages come in endless downpour; you couldn't even begin to count how many times he'd say — 'I want to come home.' every time, and every moment he has.

its silly, how he makes the butterflies burst in your stomach. You wonder how he feels so near when he's so far—perhaps distance really does make the heart grow fonder.

'Hey, don't leave me on read!' 13:45

At his reminder, you can't help but imagine him saying this. Bickering about your imprudence to dare leave him on read, you quickly tap away at your phone.

—'take care of yourself,' wouldn't be much too cliche to say right..? should you be adding anything more? it felt like your message was too short, maybe you should throw in a—'ill wait for you.' too, in there.

.. okay maybe too much—you internally cringe at your own words, attempting to delete the message.

Though unfortunately, your finger slips to press send a bit too hastily, not even given a chance to delete the message when he's seen it in a heartbeat; you could only close your eyes and pray he wouldn't tease it out of you all day, he wouldn't let you live this down.

at long last—your phone dings and you couldn't help the curiosity, peeking reluctantly at what he had to say.

'I don't think I can wait.' 13:50

but you could guess he probably won't be able to come home tonight; he probably has a lot to finish, he wont be home anytime soon..

so.. that makes you wonder, during this time of night—just when you were about to close your eyes..

"who.." Theres sudden motion, noise of shuffling before the sheets slowly dip and you sink into the softness of the bed. Although your eye lips felt heavy, you peel open your eyes—the blurred figure of a man answers with his voice, "Are you asleep yet?" he—the familiar voice of a man you've been waiting for all day, whispers in your ear.

He hovers above you, leaning over so much that the bed creaks, "Don't sleep on me, sweetheart." he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, another one to your neck—till he littered your body, every inch of your skin his lips could find; his lips latches on to you, as if a leech.

and one last time, he presses a long kiss to the side of your lips—as if asking for you to wake up through your groggy state of mind.

"keep your pretty eyes open for me, will ya?"

through your hazy vision, you could make out that charming smile of his that you've engraved into your mind—the image of a man you love so dearly, your heart treasures so.

and you know he loves you too—just as much.

your phone dings with his last text you never got to read before he came home—

'I love you.' 24:59

your impatient lover probably couldn't wait another day to come home, not when you were waiting for him—not when he'd miss your welcome greeting, not when he still hadn't kissed you goodnight.

and god, that was all he could always think of when you're not in his moment of sight.

'I'm coming home.' 00:09

how unfortunate, that the moment you wake in the morning after, you would never get the chance to read this message.

©NHOIRR — DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE NOR PLAGIARIZE ANY OF MY WORKS!

[📨] — Yes I'm working on the series, but i've been thinking about this scenario for a while.. I had to get it out of my head somehow.

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[just-some-trans-nobody]

Nick Valentines x GN reader

Pure fluff for y'all, with a touch of angst at the end. I know theres like zero demand for fallout 4 fanfic but I made a poll idk how nany months ago asking if I should make some Nick Valentine fanfic and I got a couole of yes and exactly one follower from that poll. So this goes out to the small anount of people who said yes and that one follower I got from it, theres nore Nick fanfic to come I've just haven't gotten around to it yet but I promise I'll post some every so often.

Like always minors don't interact!

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He loves playing with your hair when he thinks your asleep. Sense he doesn't sleep he'll join you in bed when he needs a break from going over files and lay down with you so he can olay with your hair.

It started with him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the wall as he thought about his most current case but when you started to stir in your sleep, having a bad dream, he laid down next to you and held you in his arms whispering sweet things to you until you calmed dow.

He found himself enjoying having you in his arms. Thus started a routine of him slipping into bed with you every so often to take a break.

Normally he would take a smoke break when you slept but he found himself craving a cuddle more than a smoke lately.

Soon every so often turned into every night of him crawlling into bed with you and getting up before you woke.

One night he had been loat in thought about something and hadn't noticed you waking up until he heared your tired voice ask him what he was doing.

"What? Oh sorry didn't mean to wake ya." He said pulling his hand away.

He was surprised when you asked him to keep playing with your hair. More than happy to oblige he started playing with it again.

It soothed you back to sleep in his arms snuggling into his chest as you slept soundly.

The next night when you got into bed you patted the spot next to you with an expectant look.

"You want me to join you or somethin?" Nick would ask looking to the bed then to you. Nodding you head you gavw him a big smile.

Who could say bo to that?

Nick was now "going to bed" with you every time you were. Really it was him laying in bed playing with your hair as he talked avout whatever case he had currently going on until you fell asleep.

He wouldn't admit it, at least not out loud but he adored this nightly routine the two of you had going on though he never hid the smile on his face every time he saw you getting ready for bed or how fast he was to crawl into bed with you to cuddle.

Nick always played it off cool as if it wasn't the favorite part of his day or anything.

If you asked he would probably say aomething like. "Just doing my job to keep those pesky nightmares away." Or "only making sure you don't stop breaming in your sleep. You humans are rather fragile after all."

Acts as if he isn't often the first one in bed waiting for you.

Before he atarted cuddlibg you every night he would work straight through the night till morning. He wouldn't even realized you had gone to bed till you walked oast him yawning telling him good morning.

Now though? He reminds you every night at 9pm sharp that you need to go to bed.

He'll play it off as your human and need to get a healthy amount of sleep as he actively take his coat and tie off to get comfortable.

If you buy him a pair of pajamas to wear he'll laugh avout it and say he doesn't need them.

He's wearing them the very next day.

If you gad gotten them before he started cuddling you every bight he would just give you a weird look for the thoughtless gift and put it in his empty dresser to collect dust or to be used by guests staying the night. He didn't sleep why would he need pajamas?

Now though? Might own three different pairs

You bet they match with your pajamas.

If anyone else sees him in his pajamas he'll puff out his chest as he puts his hands on his hips. "What? You never seen a synth in lounge wear before? Beat it, it's time for bed."

Nick takes bed time very seriously.

He's big spoon. It feels weird for him to be little spoon

Wont fight you if you want to try big spooning for once but he wasn't really into it

Nick much more prefers having you in his arms. It helps ground him and reminds him that you truly are here now with him and bot some memory from the past seeping into his present.

That and how can he play with your hair all night if he's not facing you silly?

He will lean in every so often and place a soft kiss on your forward as he whispers a soft "I love ya." As to bot wake you.

If he ever lost you he would lay in the bed alone holding onto your pajamas as he tried to think back on all those nights he spent laying in bed with you. He would stop after a few weeks as it hurt too much but after a few years when he had time to heal he would start doing it again so he could feel like you were there again. Nick didn't know how much he missed this, how much he missed you.

[tangerinesgf]

Hi, so excited your requests are open! The morning after a very steamy sex session with Tangerine?

Tangerine x gn!reader (gender is not specified but reader is referred to as having the body of a person fab.)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff (18+ Minors DNI!!)

Disclaimer: As per usual English is not my first language, I tried my best with the British slang. Also this isn't proofread so all mistakes are my own.

A/N: Since its the new year I thought it'd be fun to theme this around that. Hope you enjoy it!! This is also my first time writing smut so pls go easy on me, the plan wasn't even to write this with smut, but somehow we ended up here.

You could feel Tangerine's warm breath on your neck as you slowly awakened from your sleep, his arm holding your body tight to his own.

Looking over your shoulder you could see he was still fast asleep. The usual frown on his face was no where to be seen. He looked so peaceful and innocent.

Innocent was the last thing the two of you had been last night. It had been one hell of a night to say the least.

This had been your first New Years Eve with the twins. More over, your first New Years Eve with your new boyfriend, Tangerine.

You'd spend the entire evening playing various board games. Tangerine had been more than happy to participate after you made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

"If you do this, I'll let you do whatever you want with me tonight." You'd whispered in his ear.

Tangerine's eyes had gone wide, his body stiffening under your touch. And even though he was terrible at board games he did all of them, like the perfect boyfriend he is.

After the countdown, new years kisses and a lot of champagne Tangerine almost pushed Lemon out of the front door.

"Time to hold up your end of the deal, darling."

Everything after that was a blur to you. What you did remember however is that was the most mind-blowing sex you had ever had.

That's how you ended up here. In Tangerine's bed, tangled up in each others bodies, the smell of sex still in the air.

Wanting to take a shower you tried to untangle yourself from your boyfriend. He however had no intention of letting you go. Tangerine's arm tightened around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

"Stay in bed with me." Tangerine whispered as he nuzzled his face in the side of your neck.

"Tan, I feel disgusting I'm gonna take a shower."

"You didn't think it was disgusting when you were screaming my name last night." You felt him smirking against your neck.

"Don't get cocky."

You gently moved Tangerine's hand off of you and went to sit on the side of the bed. You heard him whine at the loss of your touch.

Before you could even sit up his hands were all over you, pushing you back down on the bed as he straddled your hips.

"Come on, admit it, no one can fuck ya like I can." The smirk on his face almost reached his eyes.

It's true, though you'd never admit it out loud. It's not like his ego needs the extra boost anyway.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and tried to push him off, but he didn't budge.

"Uh uh, I'm not lettin' ya leave 'till you fess up."

You tried to look annoyed, but you were loving this and he knew it. If he had his way, and let's be honest he probably would, you two wouldn't be leaving this bed all day.

"You know you want to." He teased, placing kisses from your jaw to your collarbone.

And god you did, but you were loving this game a little too much to confess right away.

Your breathing started to get a little heavier when he trailed his hand down to your pajama pants. Sliding inside them, he rested his hand on your clothed clit not applying any pressure to it.

"Tan.." you whined.

He always knew exactly which buttons to push and you hated how easy it was for him. In a matter of seconds he's already got you on edge again.

"Yes, love?" His accent thick, smirk returning to his face. If you weren't so turned on right now, you'd slap that stupid smirk off of his fucking face.

"Please-" you breath hitched when he started applying a bit of pressure on your clit.

"All ya gotta do is say it."

You shook your head, wondering how long you'd be able to keep this up. Your question was answered when he firmly pressed two fingers down on your still clothed pussy.

"Fuck, shit okay, you win, please.. I need you." You basically pleaded with him, not being able to withstand the build up anymore.

"Still haven't said it, darlin'." He said, continuing his kisses down your neck.

"No one can fuck me like you, Tan, now will you please get on with it?"

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?."

Finally he slipped his hand into your panties, pushing one finger inside your folds.

You threw your head back at the sudden feeling of being full. Without warning he added a second finger and started pumping them along your walls.

Your moans got louder as his pace started to get faster and faster. Using his thumb to circle your clit.

"That's it, love. Taking my fingers so well, aren't ya?"

"Y-yeah" you failed to get anything else out of your mouth. Your hands found his hair pulling him down to capture his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Tangerine could feel that you were close. He decided to insert a third finger, before crooking them inside you, sending you over the edge.

"Cum for me." He whispered in your ear and that was all it took.

"Fuck." You cried out as you clenched your walls around him, cumming all over his fingers.

You whined at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out, trying to get your breathing under control.

Never breaking eye contact between the two of you, Tangerine moved his fingers to his mouth and slowly licked your juices off of them.

Fuck, this man really was something else.

"You did so well." He praised kissing the top of your head before laying back down next to you.

"Happy New Year, love."

"Happy New Year." You repeated, turning to face him to capture his lips once again with yours, still being able to taste yourself on his tongue.

You did in fact not leave his bed all day.

A/N: hope you liked that, not bad for a first time I think, feedback is always welcome.🥰 Please comment if you wanna be on my Tangerine taglist.

And most of all, have an amazing 2023!!

Taglist: @bratdoll666 @assmaster37 @waiting4ff

[generouskittentidalwave]

Astro boy reboot, oh boy

So news of the new Astro boy reboot series broke out like WILD FIRE and as I predicted the fandom that has been waiting so long for it is very worried of how it'll turn out

But honestly

I'm actually quite hyped for it.

They removed the Miraculous creator from working on it which is a great start in my book THANK THE HEAVENS. Secondly I don't mind Astro having a girl he has feelings for at 9 as that happened in the 80s version and it was genuinely very sweet (ya know until she was found out to be a bomb and the two had to heartbreakingly seperate by her needing to be taken apart which destroyed the fandom's hearts). And he had plenty of crushes over the years so I'm not phased by it.

The only thing I hope for is that they don't make her human, because the problem with a robot child being together with a normal human child is the fact that she can age and he can't as he is permanently stuck with the mind and body of a 9 year old, so OOOO THAT RELATIONSHIP WILL BE *BAD* IN THE LONG RUN IF THEY MAKE THE RELATIONSHIP A PERMANENT THING AND NOT TEMPORARY.

Now to talk about some other things, I am actually really excited for the plot. It's a very slept on plot on the idea that Astro has to keep his robot identity secret from others to blend in as human and sometimes not even discovering he is a robot himself till later as usually unless told or shown otherwise Astro is mistaken to be a normal human child. That idea of self discovery and finding about who you are, who can from, and who you decide to be is a core trait for Astro and I find the plot as a cool way to show that.

And speaking of which, the elephant in the room. Tobio. By the looks of the plot it makes it known that Astro is gonna have the hero name be Astro when he is fighting and will most likely be called Atom by others AND I HOPE I PRAY TEZUKA GOD OF MANGA YOU BETTER HELP HERE I HOPE that they actually keep in and address the fact that Astro/robot Tobio is a robotic replacement by a father gone mad of his 9 year old dying in a tragic car accident as it's a CORE part of his character. The implication that robot Tobio has been living as a replacement in this series and is discovering himself and who he truly is by becoming Astro would be SO COOL

Lastly, the cgi, ima be honest it looks pretty decent. I like the way it looks as we could've gotten something so much worse if it was animated like Miraculous believe me. It looks bright, cartoony and colorful which ppl associate with it causing stir for it being aimed towards kids but the original Astro boy was also aimed towards kids in that same goofy cartoon style. What made it memorable was the story, the meaning, how a goofy and silly looking manga who could hold such darkness and truth and bringing to light deep societal and human issues while dealing with the inner turmoil of a boy trying to find out who he truly is beyond what he was made for. That he isn't a replacement, that he isn't just a robot. So as long as they are able or atleast TRY to hit that mark, then that's what matters to me more than the style.

In conclusion, it's just the pitch idea mind you, just a summed up concept. Everything is subject to be changed and tweaked as things get made and processed. For all we know it could end up being something completely different. The fandom has a reason to be on edge but we should be atleast a bit more open minded towards it until we see it in action it might not be another 2003 but it's definetly no 2009. And as for the ones working on it with both Tezuka productions and the fandom holding them at gunpoint over a series we've waited nearly a decade for, that better encourage them to give out one hell of a series.

Also Tenma and Oshan better be the same divorced science dads we all know and love or I swear to god-

[superbellsubways]

robor lore time

Showbitz and Heartbreaker stuff (+ a bit of their creator) ↓

Lets start off with their creator (🙄) Their creator is a young, sad, lonely man named Dennis who spends most of his time indoors working on his own projects and lounging about. He had originally gone to school to become a doctor but instead took more interest in robotics. After graduation, he found a place and experimented with his newfound passion. Bitz would be the first of his bots to be considered a success.

as mentioned in the reference, Bitz was built with the purpose of dealing with heavyweight items and disposing of useless things/trash (crushing with his teeth). During his free time (when not having any orders given to him) he would watch tv or browse the Internet. He learned about the outside world and everything it had to offer this way, and soon he realized he wanted to see it for himself. However, his creator would not allow this in fear that he would get damaged or cause harm in some way. But of course, this wouldn't stop him from trying!

At some point, Dennis ends up building a housekeeper bot to help keep the place tidy and such. Soon enough she and Bitz became acquainted with eachother, and would hang out with eachother more and more on their breaks 😁 with Bitz showing her his favorite things to watch and look at.

Ok ok Fast forward a bit. The two bots both decide they want to run away to see the outside world. They pack up some supplies (including money they had stolen from Dennis lol) and find a way to leave while he was out for errands, it was the perfect opportunity!. They trainhop a few times till they finally reach close to the big city (very far from their home).

Here, they would try their best to figure themselves out and what they want to do (along with trying to get a roof over their heads of course). Days pass and their hopes start to dwindle, until suddenly out of the blue, they get asked to be apart of an ongoing tv show, and immediately take up the offer as long as it provided them with a safe place to stay. Bitz would end up becoming the new host for a popular game show (the show having a robot host as it's main gimmick) with the housekeeper bot (now known as Heartbreaker) as his assistant.

Now, you must be wondering "wow Mari this doesn't really explain why Bitz is the way he is now!" "Why is he passive aggressive nowadays?" "Does Bitz kill people" bear with me Ok.

At some point early into his career he ends up having his trust broken by a Certain Someone. This ordeal causes him to snap and hold a huge grudge towards them. Overtime he would start experiencing hatred for literally anyone he finds even the slightest bit of irritating, including a few of his own contestants or audience members (essentially he becomes corrupt, a Huge Hater, and develops anger issues LOL. You know the "are you tired of being nice don't you just want to go ape shit" meme yea thats basically what's happening).

One day he thought to himself "well why don't I just get rid of these people?" (which would be just. ya know. killing them. crazy i know. but at this point he really doesn't care!). He uses Heartbreaker to do the dirty work for him (hunting them down hitman style) while they're not on the air. She does not mind doing the job, as she does not feel much empathy towards people she doesn't know personally Especially humans (not to mention she also knows how to clean up once its done haha).

Anyways the fame from his show starts getting to Bitz's dumb robot head, which leads to him becoming more egotistical, to the point where he's practically obsessed with himself! He wants everyone to focus on him and him only, it's what he craves most. He would do anything to be the center of attention.

and that's kinda all I have left to say for now. I do plan to draw a few things I purposely left out + things i mentioned here in the future. I also want to make another post about the other bots at some point. Kudos to anyone that was cool enough to read through this dumb thing. thanks

[orphicrose]

Can you pls write Hosea (rdr2) x teen reader where the reader was caught stealing from the vamp and Hosea tracks them down and sees that maybe the reader was trying to save a injured horse or any other animal. I was thinking that the reader has been living on the streets/wild for a while and looks the part, so he knows how to survive and doesnt trust anyone really and when Hosea sees that the reader stole to help he was kinda moved and approached the reader and asked them to join the group because their thieving/stealing skills could be useful, and maybe a few reactions when Hosea brings back the teen. I imagine Hosea to be just really kind to children and teens

Stray (Hosea x Child!Reader)

Absolutely! Love this idea, thank you for the request

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The camp was no stranger to crime, being on the dealing end of it the majority of the time. But they weren't to used to being the receiver, and by a child of all things. Over the course of a week, little things had gone missing through the night. Being camped up in horseshoe overlook meant they were subjected to rats, which was plausable. But medicine, Hosea didn't think rats were that advanced. It wasn't just a little, it was a whole crate worth of canned food and horse tonic that had vanished.

"What you planning, Hosea?" Charles appeared in front of the old man, who was sat on a stump cleaning the barrel of his gun.

"I'm going to catch the theft in action tonight" He stood up, throwing the gun over his shoulder. "I'm not convinced we have rats."

"No?"

"No. Rats don't drink horse tonic."

Charles hummed in response, amused by his answer. "Well, have fun old man" he patted his shoulder before he left to his tent. Leaving Hosea to himself in the darkening night.

The night was cool, calm and very uneventful. Everyone was asleep peacefully in their tents, except Hosea. Waiting. Back leant against a tree as he was planted on the floor, gun in hands at the ready. His eyes began shutting on him as he heard small footsteps creeping up on him. Keeping his composure, he sat still, giving the impression of him being asleep. In the corner of his eyes, a small person snuck up behind some bushes towards Strauss carriage. A small bottle was snatched from the side of the structure and then figure disappeared back into the night.

It was but a kid. Hosea had a pain in his gut, at the thought of shooting it. The child's scruffy appearance resembled that of a stray dog, making him feel sorry. But his effortless skills in thieving had potential, showing similar traits of Arthur when they took him in. Perhaps they could help each other.

Usually, Hosea would have waited till morning. To tell someone of his plan. But he felt this was too urgent to wait hours for morning to roll around. His gun was equipped to his back, and he took it upon himself to follow the figure on foot. Finding the little footprints in the dirt to catch up with him.

There they were. The child was almost sprinting across the train track. Hosea had to pick up his pace a little to ensure he didn't lose site of them, coughing a little as he turned to a light jog. Keeping far away enough to prevent the child from spotting him.

They must have travelled at least half a mile through the heartlands, stars illuminating the paths around them. The figure stopped abruptly in the field, hunching over into the tall grassy land. Hosea knelt down as he closed in, keeping his breath steady.

The closer he got, the closer he could make out a small dog. Seemingly passed away as it was sprawled across the grass.

"Horse tonic wont be any good for that, kid"

The child spun to see the old man, a look of fear crossing his face as the gun on his back gleamed in the light. Eyes switching between the metal and the old man.

"I.Im sorry. I just-" they stuttered, falling to the ground.

Hosea put a hand out, other hand dropping the gun from his shoulder to the floor next to him. "I wont hurt ya" He half laughed, now kneeling to the floor to show his good intentions. A hand was placed on the dogs neck, in attempts to find a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. "What happened?"

The child pointed to a bite mark on the dogs paw, two holes indicating a snake. Hosea nodded, scooping up the dog in his arms.

"you know when it happened?"

"A few days ago. I thought the tonic would help" The child fiddled with his hands, avoiding eye contact.

Hosea took a second to admire the wound, nodding his head. "He'll be fine. He would have died a while ago if the venom was strong enough" he took a second to cough into his elbow, clearing his throat. "Must have acted as an aphrodisiac"

The child looked up at him confused

"What's your name, kid?"

"Y/n"

"okay y/n, come with me. Lets get some proper food in you" He motioned his hand in the direction of his camp, flinging the small animal over his shoulder.

Clearly exhausted, y/ns movements slowed down drastically, struggling to remain awake on the journey back to camp. Not even sure if they were walking into their doom.

"What you doing out here alone?" Hosea looked down.

"My ma and pa were sick" a sigh escaped their lips, Hosea nodding sympathetically to the answer.

"What are ya? 11? 12?"

"I'm 12 soon"

"Jesus" Hosea mumbled under his breath, readjusting the animal on his shoulder to a more comfortable one. "Well... we got room" he began. "There's another kid back at camp, who will appreciate the company I'm sure"

Y/ns face seemed to lighten up a little more at the mention of another kid. That most likely meant he was safe from whatever they thought was going to happen to them.

Camp rolled into view, the campfire gleaming through the shadows of the forest.

"Where did you get off to?" Dutch marched towards him, having just woken up. The sun began to unveil itself from over the horizon, offering a warm glow to the dim landscape. "Off hunting this early?" He chuckled, motioning to the stray dog.

"Not quite" Hosea looked down to y/n, Dutch following his line of vision. A small 'oh' leaving his mouth. "I solved our little rat issue"

"He reminds me a little of john" Dutch put a finger to his lips, thinking. "Are you suggesting we take him in?"

Hosea shrugged "He wont be no trouble. He even came with a hunting dog"

Dutch chortled, walking back towards the camp. "Suppose we should introduce everyone, shouldn't we?" He turned to the child. "And your name is?"

"Y/n... sir"

"y/n!" He repeated. "Hosea, take that dog to heir Straus. I'm sure he will take care of it"

Y/n was offered food from Pearson shortly, who didn't question the new member. Having seen many of the camp come and go by this point. The women made quite a fuss of him, cooing about how sweet he is. Especially Abigail.

"Abigail!" Dutch called her over, who soon came rushing over with jack following closely behind her. "Yes Dutch" She looked down towards y/n. Confusion on her face.

"This is y/n, Hoseas most recent adoption" He motioned down to the child "I don't suppose you could make him feel more welcomed here. Perhaps introduce them to Jack?"

Jack hid behind his mothers leg, appearing shy. "Hi" he whispered, letting his hand wave a little.

Abigail nodded softly to the suited man, looking down to y/n. "I'm Abigail, this is my son jack" her hands rested on his shoulders as she forcefully brought him forward.

"Come with me, darlin, I'll show you where you can get some shut eye" She motioned for him to follow, noticing the drowsiness on his face.

A small bedsheet was laid out in hers and Jacks shared tent for y/n. Leaving him to catch up on some well earned sleep.

"But i wanna play" Jack moaned, as the tent was zipped up. Leaving y/n to some peace.

"You can play later, Jack. The poor kid needs some sleep"

Weeks had passed with the new recruit. Settling in rather quickly. Abigail had taken it upon herself to practically adopt them, her maternal instincts getting the better of her. Scolding them when she deemed fit and offering motherly love that she saw was deserving. Hosea, of course, became an authoritative figure. Spending quite a lot of time with y/n, reminding him of young Arthur and John. Making him feel slightly younger.

Everyone else was accepting, apart from Micah. Who gave y/n grief occasionally, but was dealt with by who ever was closest. Which was usually Arthur or Charles.

And Jack... Jack adored y/n. He always wanted a sibling, or a friend. Plus, he got a dog. Which survived and returned to a playful little thing with just some food, rest and water. Y/n would go on to remain in Abigails and Johns custody later in life, and become a vital aspect of the gangs family.

[mikey180]

gotta cook up a request so aaay id like to request dates headcanons with khun,baam, hansung , like what kind fi stuff they di on a date aay :D

thank you so much for requesting and I know it's been a long time, but I've had so much to work through.

Date with Khun Aguro Agnus, The 25th Baam, and Yu Hansung.

Type- headcanons

Flavor- fluff

Tw- bugs and death...love that for a fluff fic, don't we?

Khun

I feel like Khun would take you to a fancy restaurant on the first date, but he'd much rather have a movie night and cuddle with you.

If you want to go to a restaurant he'll take you to one of the best in the tower. Ya know, the kind that serves fresh seafood. he'll make sure it has good reviews and might even have someone go to see if it's as good as people say it is.

If you go with the movie night though, it's a different story.

He will make sure to have all of your favorite snacks and drinks. He'll have candy and basically anything else you could possibly want.

He definitely wants to pick the movie, but he'll let you pick if you want to.

I can see him enjoying psychological horror, but getting annoyed at the same time because he's already figured out what's going to happen within the first five minutes.

He doesn't mind almost whatever genre you want. I don't see him as being one for romance or comedy, but if it's what you want to watch, he's fine with it.

he would absolutely love it if you were to get scared during a horror movie and cling to him. I don't think he'd be the kind to jump or show that he's scared. The only way you could tell if he's actually scared is the way his eyes widen a bit at the jump-scares.

You and Khun are curled up with each other, under a fluffy blanket, covered in crumbs from all the sugary treats he brought you. Your legs draped over his lap as he leaned close to you and held the large plate of snacks on top of your covered thighs. the scream from the movie echoes through the living room while the two of you watch intently. You shiver a little as the suspense picks up to which he chuckles and rubs you back a bit, throwing a few smart mouthed comments your way as you watch.

Baam

Baam enjoys small picnic dates.

He'll definitely cook for you and he'll try to make whatever you want. He picks out the best spots he can find and you bet he'll lay down the red plaid blanket that he sees at all the picnics in the movie.

This cinnamon roll just wants you to be happy. He'll defiantly take you on whatever date you want, but his first choice will usually be a picnic.

If you let him, he'll probably cling to you the entire time(not me adding this because I love clingy and needy people).

You'll be sitting side by side with his leg draped over your lap and when he's done eating he'll probably rest his head in your lap, not caring if you're still eating or getting crumbs on him.

He most definitely enjoys peaceful silence, as long as you're okay with it, he'll space out, head on your lap, just staring at the clouds.

Wants to stay long enough to watch the sunset with you, but he probably gets tired of it's summer timer when the sun takes longer to set.

The picnic blanket becomes a regular blanket in the fall though, poor baby gets cold easily and even if it means sitting on leaves, sticks, and risking being a bug hiking trail, you let him do it anyway without complaint.

You and bam rest there, the food mostly gone as you watch the sunset from the hill you've chosen as your spot. The orange fading to a yellow and finally out to blue after a small ring of green. He looks up at you, moving his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. The moment you look down, you're met with his tired little smile, the light shifting through his lashes to reflect in his half closed amber eyes, soft like a fire on a snowy night, a picture you want engraved in your mind till the end of your forever.

Hansung Yu

Tell me this man isn't doing a coffee date? Even better if he goes to one of those tea ceremonies only to mix in instant coffee when no one is looking.

He would probably choose the best seat in a shop, a nice quiet one by a window.

It's mostly likely mid day or a little later though he'd take you at 8 like a dinner date, but caffeine at that hour might just kill you though, he can handle it.

Will order for you if you don't know what you want, assures you you'll like it.

Might just fall in love even more if you take your coffee black, but if you take it light, he'll think it's cute and probably say some things about how you can't handle straight coffee...he's right.

Expect him to pull that "wiping drink or food off your face" move like he's in some sort of romance k-drama, might even lick it off.

Will say something surprising, or spicy depending on how far along you are, just to get a reaction out of you.

*Warning*Has made you choke on coffee like this before*Warning*

You are in danger, with the way he slyly watches as you sip on your coffee, you can tell he's just waiting for the most inconvenient time to tell you humans have a water to dead body ratio they're okay with, hence swimming in the ocean with thousands of them, but not swimming in a pool with one of them

...what the heck man?

Will laugh if you choke or laugh so hard the coffee comes up your nose (fun fact, I've drank orange juice through my nose with a straw as a very stupid child)

Does hold your hand as you walk there and home though

As you play footsies with Hansung under the table, he sips on his coffee like nothing is happening. You sigh a bit as you accept your loss as you feel a bruise forming on your shin. You close your eyes to take and savor this sip of sweet, sweet coff- "cockroaches would eat you alive if you couldn't do anything about it."

"Hansung!"

You appetite for coffee is immediately gone as you slam the cup down and cough a bit on what you had in your mouth as he chuckles a bit.

"don't worry...the vibrations of your breathing are supposed to scare off bugs...or so I've heard"

He had to, don't get mad at him, it's funny, right?

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Low key lost my appetite writing that last bit actually, it's true.

[geminibsworld]

flower

summary: fb!tom tries not to fall for his fwb

warning: NO MINORS, 18+ sexual content, pinv(girl is on bc), cussing, tension, maybe mentions or use of drinking and smoking, angst, fluff, mostly sexual lollll, romance obvi, mental health/meds, slow burn, slight violence, slight tw, daddy!kink (sorry lol)

part 2 is called princess peach (there will be many parts) check my masterlist

the rain smacked against the windows. she sighed, staring ahead whilst listening to suic*de boys. the windshield wipers squeaking loudly, she sighed again. her lilac hair sat on her back, her aqua eyes bright as she stared ahead waiting for the light to turn green so she can start her day. she blew air from her mouth to change the song to superman by Eminem.

the light changed green, she pressed on the peddle and the car moved forward. she thought about how her boyfriend didn't make her feel the way the song made her feel. she wanted to feel the way this song made her feel. she wanted to feel wrecked, withering, ANYTHING. instead her boyfriend was plain vanilla, didn't care if she finished or not. it was quite boring to her. her long manicured nails tapped against the wheel while she was waiting to pull into school. the butterflies and stars tattooed on her hands stared at her.

she pulled into the sad parking lot and parked her car in the back, away from everyone. she didn't have friends, she had a friend and a boyfriend. people didn't like her often enough, everyone says she's a bitch. sure, she could be friendly but people have ruined her spirit for years. her family, old friends, old lovers, these people have ruined things in her life that's made her hate her existence. her white vans below her as she waltzed into the high-school, everyday everyone stares at her. they call her a whore, a slut, cock eater, etc whatever anyone could think of it's been towards her. she was taken out of thought, when someone tall bumped into her and her airpod fell to the ground. the music stopped and she looked up, a tall man with the bluest of blue eyes she's seen and brown wavy hair. she didn't realize she was gawking at him till she heard a laugh.

"I said, I'm sorry. are you alright?" he asked her, eyes peering into her.

she grabbed the pod and mumbled a quick, "yes, thanks."

"how come I've never seen you before?" he asked smirking down at her. she rolled her eyes, of course, she thought.

"I don't know, and I don't care, now excuse I'm going to be late and you've done enough already." she sighed, his brows furrowed his lips parted, his eyes watching her.

she went to walk away, but tom grabbed her wrist and said, "ya know, you have a fat ass right?" he was smirking at her, his plump pink lips parting slightly.

"fuck you, and next time you say something to me I'll fuck you up. don't think I'm scared of no man." she sneered at him, he raised his brows.

the bell went off signaling first period was starting. she cursed under her breath walking away from him. he stared at her imagining what it would be like to be closer with her. he watched her hips sway as she walked, her long lilac blonde hair went down to her ass, he imagined what it would be like to touch her hair. wrapping it around his hand, pulling her head back while plunging into her from the back, her fat ass bouncing against him.

*

it was lunch, skye sat with her boyfriend and her best friend. she stared ahead as that boy stared back at her from the other table. the chatter going on around her, her boyfriend and best friend going on about the new hunger games movie. his blue eyes pouring into yours, she felt a feeling she'd never felt before. it was in the bottom of her stomach, warm with butterflies.

"skye? you good?" you snapped out of it. she looked up to see her boyfriend, Jessie, staring back at her, his dark brown eyebrows furrowed, brown eyes staring at you.

"yeah, why?" she sighed, blinking. she looked and saw, that boy was gone. she didn't know who he was or why he was staring at her but she wanted no part.

"girl, you're all spacey and shit." Elizabeth, laughed. she flicked her black hair over her shoulder, her tan hand tapped skyes.

"I'm just chilling, why are yall worried? I'm good, just shit on my mind. not important, don't worry." skye grumbled, crossing her arms and leaning back.

"are things bad again? are you off your meds again skye??" Jessie spoke, concern and annoyance lacing his tone.

here we go again. skye sighed, loudly and laid her head down on the cold table. she closes her eyes, and breathes.

"please drop it. I'm fine." skye said in annoyed tone.

suddenly, skye sat up. grabbed her tray of food she barely touched, and walked away. she dumped the tray, and grabbed her airpods. sublime playing as she walked to her next class.

she walked down the hallway and turned a corner, once again bumping into a tall man. both pods fell out, and she looked up at him. he towered over her, she was short already but this made her feel even smaller.

he smirked down at her, noticing her taking all of him in.

"we've got to stop meeting like this, flower." his voice, smooth like honey.

skye scrambled to grab her things whilst ignoring him. she stood up, and began to walk away as he grabbed her uncovered wrist. his large hand warm and calloused. she slightly gasped but cleared her throat to cover it up. she yanked her hand away, and glared at him.

"I don't wanna 'meet you' at all, whoever you are, which by the way, I don't give a fuck. so get out of my way or I'll fuck you up." she began to back up and move around him, going to the left side picking up her pace.

"hey, woah woah wait up!" she heard behind her,' go the fuck away' she grumbled to herself.

he came up and pulled her hair from behind, the feeling it gave her was out of this world. it hurt mostly definitely, but felt so good at the same time. right amount of pressure. his large hand wrapped in her hair, her aqua colored eyes and pink cheeks staring back at him, her pink plump lips a gape.

"huh, interesting." tom let out a laugh, and let go. she cleared her throat, embarrassed.

"d-dont fucking touch me again or I'll cut off your fingers." she cursed to herself noticing the stutter. she had this feeling in the pit of her stomach. she was aching, she'd only know this feeling when she started having sex. that aching, burning, wanting, feeling. she never gets that with Jessie. never, ever.

"you didn't seem to mind all that much, flower." he smirked down at her, he admired how small she was. she was thick where it counted that's forsure, he thought to himself.

skye ignored the feelings she was having and rolled her eyes at him.

"don't fucking call me flower," she seethed, angry he made her feel that way. her boyfriend should make her feel that way, but he doesn't but that doesn't mean she's going to do whatever she wants.

"well, flower," he smirked, "I'm tom blyth, and I think you are so fucking attractive."

she stared blankly at him, then walked away. he followed her, closely. why is he following me? skye was getting annoyed because she made it clear she wasn't interested and dude doesn't get it.

suddenly tom was taken out of a trance, her ass stopped jiggling, and he was looking into skyes eyes. she was upset, aw how cute he thought. they were outside the classroom, the problem was the door was locked. she couldn't escape him, she's going to have to make him go away on her own.

"what the fuck do you want? I've made it literally crystal clear I don't want to know you and I'm definitely not fucking interested in you. I have a boyfriend, and I don't like you." she was clearly pissed off, but tom was too busy scanning all over her.

"unbelievable." she scoffed, "of course you're not listening."

tom laughed, his smile bright, his plump lips etched into a grin.

"of course I'm listening. I heard every word you said, I don't care if you have a boyfriend, flower."

she wanted to hit him, punch him, scratch him, push him, etc. skye has anger issues, no one knows where they came from. she goes into a rage so easily, and she releases it physically. getting off was her favorite way, but unfortunately she's never done it to herself and her boyfriend only helps slightly. skye has pent up rage, she bottles herself up and explodes rather than talk about how she's feeling.

"i hope you get hit by a car when you walk out the school," skye said, anger lacing her voice. she was basically spitting at him.

he leaned forward, his warm breath on her ear, she shivered ever so slightly so he couldn't see, but he still noticed. he smirked before saying, "you can hit me with your car, it would be an honor."

she cleared her throat, seeing the teacher finally headed their way. she stepped back, glaring at tom. he chuckled, putting his hands in his Grey Hoodie pocket.

"Hi, Mr. Garfield. how are you this fine day?" tom asked, smiling kindly at the older man.

"m'okay, how about yourself, Mr. blyth? you're not bothering skye right?" Garfield let out a dry laugh, unlocking the door. skye rushed in finding a seat in the back, away from everyone.

other students began filling the room, tom and Garfield still talking till the bell rang. his tall frame exited their classroom before taking one more glance at skye. her name was skye, I'm still going to call her flower, he thought to himself smirking.

*

she threw back the shot of tequila, wincing at the stinging. she's at a party with her friend, Elizabeth, she forced her to come to this. skye doesn't mind as long as she can get fucked up in peace.

she threw back a couple more shots, feeling good enough, she made her way to the floor holding Elizabeth's hand. once she pulled her to the middle, they were dancing to some indie song. she Levi shorts riding up higher as she swayed her hips,her hair flipping everywhere. she was laughing and staring up at the ceiling, the floor vibrated and she was alone in the world again. her flannel fell off her shoulder, she whipped her hair around as she danced.

Elizabeth ran off with some guy leaving skye alone. she walked upstairs, to find a bathroom. she climbed the stairs, looking over the railing she saw tom. he was laughing with a bunch of people she'd never seen before. he must be a grade older, she thought.

tom felt eyes on him, he looked at her as skye looked away and scurried up the stairs. she looked hot tonight, very Tumblr looking. suits her hair, he thought.

"I'll be back, gonna find a bathroom," he told his friends, they nodded and continued on as he went up the stairs. he didn't see her anywhere, he passed people and knocked on every door. almost every door locked, when he found one unlocked, he turned the knob and opened it. he had found her, she was sitting on a bed staring out the window, at the night sky.

her flannel was gone, he looked as the wind caused goosebumps on her porcelain skin. he wanted to give her goosebumps, in every way. he wondered what the rest of her looked like, he imagined her porcelain tattooed skin in the sunlight, waking up next to her after making her cum all night. her swollen pink lips, letting out small breaths, her lilac hair eyewhere, spread out on the pillow in knots from his hands.

"leave me the fuck alone" her voice snapped him out of his trance. he almost laughed out loud, she doesn't know him.

"why? you gonna cut my fingers off, flower?" he sneered, his gaze pouring into her. she stared back at him, she had to feel this burning feeling too right?

she blew smoke from her vape out of her mouth.

"I'll cut something off, yeah" she grumbled turning away. he laughed out loud this time, she snapped towards him.

"not joking, asshole," she breathed, annoyed she wasn't alone and wasn't drunk anymore.

"I'd let you do anything you'd want to if it meant you'd touch me," he smirked, "I've heard rumors about you. you're a good fuck and suck, I've heard."

she stood up and put back on her flannel, suddenly feeling embarrassed and needed to cover herself. she crossed her arms, and marched up to him. suddenly, her hand flew to his face, punching him in the eye. she gasped, as he immediately groaned and almost fell.

"oh my God, I-I am s-so sorry," she breathed crouching down in front of him. he sighed holding his right eye mumbling under his breath.

skye immediately felt bad, she hadn't been physical with anyone in a very long time. she goes to therapy for her anger. she never wanted to hurt anyone, ever. she blacks out, and it's not pretty.

"I am so sorry tom," skye sighed, placing her hand on his. he glared at her, before sighing and standing up.

"you know my name?" he asked, looking curiously at her. he pulled his hand away, there was a small bruise by his right eye. his wavy brown hair a mess, slight shadow around his mouth making his lips look even more pinker. she could smell him, he smelt intoxicating. suddenly, she realized she was just breathing in his scent not saying anything.

"u-uh, yeah. I heard at garfields," skye finally breathed out, feeling that feeling again. she wanted nothing more than to have him take her right there, but she couldn't.

he noticed the way she was blushing staring at him. all he could think about was how she smelled like cherries, and vanilla. he wanted to inhale her, in everyway.

"nice to meet you, skye," he smirked, she nodded at him.

"what happened to flower?" she slightly smirked at him, he moved closer to her wanting to touch her ever so slightly. the tension in the room was thick, they both felt it. he leaned down to her ear and said, "which one do you want, princess?"

cold chills spread across her whole body, her lower body started pulsating. she was so turned on for no reason. she wanted him forsure, and he definitely wanted her. but she could never, maybe in a different scenario. but God damn, she was turned on more than ever. her breathing was unsteady, as she took in his smell and how he said princess. she wanted him to take her right then and there, as hard as he could, she had heard rumors that he had a big cock. she got wet at the idea of it, she shook her head.

she stepped back, 2 steps. leaving a safe amount of space since she doesn't trust herself at the moment, she itched her head with her nails before walking towards the door. she looked back at him out of breath, he was watching her. taking all of her in.

"I'll be thinking about those pretty little hands on my cock later," he said, nonchalantly smirking at her reaction.

her eyes widened, before she could respond her cheeks went red. she was soaked, she couldn't help it. she hadn't had sex in weeks, and her boyfriend doesn't satisfy her. he's slow and soft and gentle, not her style at all. she gulped turning towards the door, opening it and running out.

*

Monday morning. she left the gym in a rush, her legs aching. today was leg day, her shorts rode up her thighs exposing some small tattoos she did herself. she pulled her large hoodie over her, and quickly decided to switch to leggings hefore heading inside the school. she couldn't help how she felt about tom, he is possibly the prettiest man she's ever seen. she touched herself to him all weekend, she quite literally couldn't help it, probably.

tom jerked off every night thinking about her. his large calloused hands, rubbing his cock thinking about the image of her. her body spread out on his bed, imagining what her pale body looked like. he knew her ass was fat, that was obvious. she seemed to have a small chest, and a very tight waist. from what he could tell, she was extremely fit and took care of herself. he liked that. he thought about her face, her plump fat pink lips, letting out small whimpers as he touched her. 'daddy,' she would cry out, he cums at the thought very fast.

he sat in the back of class thinking about her. his cock getting hard, bulging in his sweatpants. "fuck," he mumbled, adjusting himself. he pulled out his phone, scrolling aimlessly to distract himself. he found her on Instagram, he decided to stalk her, just slight stalking the normal.

"insane", he smiled to himself.

"fuck cancer"

"ur mom"

he sighed, she's so gorgeous. her lips would look so pretty around his cock he thought. he turned off his phone before, getting up and leaving the classroom. the bell rang not even a second later, he needed to talk to her .

she sighed, seeing as tom was coming to her and she couldn't do that right now. she's had the worst anxiety all day, she just wants to be alone. he smirked at her, she gulped pink spreading across her face.

they made their way to each other, she kept her face low, hiding with her hood up. he stared at her, she seemed off.

"flower, you seem down today. what's wrong?" his brows furrowed, concern spread across his face. his blue eyes searched hers, for some type of response.

"this is the first time we've talked all day. do you think I'm stupid? please don't act like you give any of a shit, we know you wanna get into my pants," she stated, staring at him with no emotion. he scoffed, why is she always like this?

"I'm trying to check on you, you don't have to be a bitch 24/7" he snapped, skye rolled her eyes walking away. he followed her of course.

"yeah I do, people leave me alone that way," she mumbled, before turning walking out the doors.

he still followed her, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

"I don't want to leave you alone," tom breathed, she leaned against her car, his right arm above her and he looking down at her. she breathed in, his intoxicating smell taking over once again.

he noticed her eyes closing ever so slightly.

"you okay flower?" he asked, his warm breath fanned over her face. she sniffed, before nodding.

"yes, now please move. I want to leave," he obliged. she got in her car, smiling tightly at him before driving off.

*

she was drunk again, worse than last time a real fucking mess. she was wearing a short black dress that barely covered anything, and ripped tights. the room was spinning and she kept drinking. she was dancing her heart out, when she bumped into someone. she recognized that scent anywhere. it was tom, she turned around.

his fluffy hair in messy waves, the hair had grown in more on his face making him look older. she searched him everywhere, he wore a button up with 4 buttons undone, black jeans,and black converse. his sleeves rolled up at his elbows, she looked at his arms and hands, so veiny and large.

"hey flower," he smirked down at her. she gulped she couldn't do this, not now. she couldn't control herself.

"H-hi," she breathed out finally, he laughed. the room colorful with the speakers shaking the house. she enjoyed seeing the colors, most of all she enjoyed seeing him.

suddenly before the conversation ended, she felt a hand on her back. Jessie, of course.

"Hi baby," you felt lips on your cheek, you watched tom. he didn't react.

"who's this?" Jessie asked, his breath smacking your ear.

"tom, meet Jessie, Jessie meet tom," you gestured to each other, Jessie stuck out his hand but tom ignored him. his eyes stayed on skye for a moment before he smirked and shook his hand.

"nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you," tom smirked, teasingly. Jessie didn't even notice, he really thought that could be true.

Jessie beamed, wrapping a protective arm around her waist, she didn't move. tom noticed, he laughed before saying, "does anyone want a drink?"

"oh I would love a drink," skye slurred slightly, tom laughed and decided she'll be fine with no more. he wanted her safe.

"okay anyone but skye," tom smirked again, Jessie laughed.

"man just get her something to drink, shes more relaxed for later," Jessie, smirked, winking at Tom laughing slightly. Tom's chest tighted.

"huh??" he asked, Jessie let go of skye so tom could hear him. Jessie stepped forward Tom's frame much bigger than his, Tom's nostrils flared at this thought.

"she's more relaxed when we have sex, usually when she's drunk I don't even need to ask. I just do," Jessie smirked, laughing. tom didn't think that was funny at all, his flared nostrils and his blue eyes now angry. he stared at Jessie, he wanted to hurt him.

*

she picked at her ripped jeans in class, anxiously tapping her leg on the ground, her nails scatching her skin slightly, leaving marks. she woke up to Jessie trying to touch her while she was passed out drunk, she screamed and kicked the shit out of him and dumped him on the spot. she was definitely sad but anxious and done.

tom found out about the break up, tom decided to beat the shit out of Jessie after school today. tom decided to ask Jessie to come look at his car, said something was wrong with it before shoving Jessie into the car and kicking his stomach several times finally spitting on him and calling him scum.

he caught skye on the way out, she looked like a mess but she's still beautiful of course.

"hey flower," he smirked uo at her, she nodded.

"Hi tom," she said, blankly. he stared at her, he just wanted to Hug her and make her okay.

"would you like to come over today and watch movies?" tom asked, hopeful it sounded innocent enough. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"I guess, let me go home and change," she said with a tight lipped smile, he smiled to himself.

"cool, here's my phone for your number so I can text you the address or I can come get you?" he said the last part like he was asking her, she took his phone and put in a number.

"I'll drive, don't worry about it," she breathed, leaning her head back against the car seat. tom smiled and nodded.

*

she pulled up to an apartment, I guess his family and him live in an apartment she thought to herself. she drove to the building number before turning off her engine. the snow crunched beneath her feet when she walked to his building. his door was on the first floor, she sighed and knocked on the door.

the door swung open, stood there was tom, in a red hat and underwear. tight black underwear. it's cold outside, why is he still huge?

she didn't realize she was staring at him till his hand waved in front of her face. she looked up at his, standing there he leaned against the door on the left side, arms crossed, smirking and admiring her for totally checking him out,

"flower," he smirked, the hair around his mouth barely peaking through, his wavy hair peaked out from underneath the hat.

"tom," her heart pounded, she wanted to be pounded by him, so bad.

"come on in, flower," his voice smooth, she nodded going inside his warm home. the first thing she noticed was that smell, and that feeling was happening all over again. she felt dizzy, but in the best way.

"can I take your coat?" he asked her, eyes burning into her. he had pants on now, but still shirtless. his body was truly so beautiful, his waist was snatched and his chest and arms were so large. she shuddered her thoughts away.

she nodded, giving him her coat and leaning down to take off her shoes. she watched him from behind, his back flexed barely moving to put her coat up on a coat hanger.

"what are we watching?" she asked, looking around his home. it a studio apartment, a red brick wall on the right side, his TV sat in front of it. plants spread out throughout his place, his curtains a white see through, his couch was a dark brown sectional. he had paintings spread out on the other wall, they were all nature scenes.

his large bed sat in the corner, very messy not made in the slightest. two pillows sat on one side with a black sheet only. the sun shined down through the windows on the bed, skye blinked before thoughts could invade her mind.

"uh, I figured we could watch a horror movie," his voice echoed, as he came walking out of the small kitchen area. he stared at her as she looked around, she felt her eyes on him.

"sure,"

*

the tension was so thick in the room, skye felt like she was hyperventilating. they sat close, their thighs touching, arms at their sides.

"so-uh, where is your family?" skye asked, startling tom. he was in deep thought, thinking about what it would be like to tease her and please her. he looked up at her, their eyes met.

"well, I'm of age so I don't need them," he laughed, his eyes bright staring into her.

skye nodded, she stared at the screen again.

"so I have a proposition for you," she looked at him, him smirking at her once again.

"obviously you notice the tension here, why don't we ya know do something about it? if we like it we can do it again?" skye stared at him, mouth slightly agape. he laughed, a very melodic sound.

"are you joking?" skye voice, laced with annoyance. he still smirking at her, he turned his body towards her. she gulped, ever so slightly and turned towards him.

"never," chills erupted on her skin, she shook her head. I mean it wouldn't be terrible, and it would be a one time thing if so, I can't imagine I'd enjoy it that much. he is right, she's touched herself to the thought of him almost everytime she has time, she's soaked now just sitting next to him.

his eyes bored into her, his hand slowly coming up to her face. his large hands calloused, and warm, grabs her face on both sides. she gasped, that familiar feeling bubbling up. her cheeks began to pink, he knew what she was feeling because he felt it too. he leaned forward and kissed her. just once, just a taste.

his lips, soft and plump pressed against hers. she pulled away, as far as possible. she sighed and shook her head. looking away from his gaze, she could feel him staring at her.

his eyes watched her, she won't look at him. that feeling, he wanted more. he was hungry for her. she was too, and they both knew it.

edit: part 2 is princess peach and part 3 is blue Jean baby