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[silverskye13]

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[tomdiddlyumptious]

Hey! Ive been feeling a bit in the muds so could you do like and old type of fanfic...like a mob!tom on a retro phone just sweet talking the reader?

Only if your requests are open tho. I dont wanna be a burden

Aw baby you could never EVER be a burdon. Dont ever be shy to talk to me because im always here babe.

T.H| What a Sweetheart

Summary: 👺👺👺

Warnings: ah just some fluff- i went overboard i hope your okay with that-

A/n: I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER- HERE ILL POST A WEIRD VIDEO FOR YOU

There you sat. The baby pink everywhere as you laid on your stomach rocking your feet and reading a book, sucking on your lolipop

Ring Ring, Ring Ring

A smile and a giggle brought to your lips, sitting up and crawling to the old pink retro phone you answered, curling the wire around your fingers with the other hand holding the pop.

“Hey babyface” “hi tommy” he also laid there, in the darkness as he starred at the empty wall, shirtless and pantless, just in his boxers and in his socks rubbing his stomach and wanting to listen to your voice.

“I missed you” you laughed at his words “i missed ya to tommy” “i miss your voice...that pretty face of yours” “well i cant come see you, daddy stays at home now and he needs my help” “i dont need your help princess” you giggled at his joke “not youuuu, my real daddy”

“Mhmm princess, well what are you wearing?” You looked down at yourself then squealed “well i just got this fuzzy pink robe! Its so cute!” He chuckles and shifted in his spot. “Are you tired dollface?” Your lips go to the side for a moment, thinking before speaking.

“Kind of” “well, can i talk you to sleep” he desperately asked, biting his lip waiting for an answer. “Yeah let me go turn off the lights” you muttered, putting the phone down before getting up and walking to your door to switch the light off.

When you came back to your large bed you cleaned everything up and tom waited patiently, humming some songs to himself before you came back.

“Alright, what dya’ got for me” you asked, laying down on your side and holding onto the phone. “I just wanted to praise you bunny. Tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you. How you speak and walk....your just everything for me ya know?”

“Really?” You said, your voice shrinking. “Of course baby, you deserve the whole wide world, do you know that? I feel like you should just sit on a cloud because your too good for this earth”

You sighed “thank you, but whats going on with you?” He bit his lip before answering, sitting up against the headboard “uhm, this job has been so stressful lately, i havent seen my family at all. I havent seen you- i just feel alone...”

“Oh...well i can ask my daddy to drop me off” you suggested. “No you dont have to, i only wanted to hear that sweet sweet voice” he chuckled, his head hanging low as he thought about what to buy you next.

“Im still listening!” You perked up making him laugh “i know you are princess, just lay down yeah? All ears for me?” “Got it tommy” “you ready?” “Mhm”

“I wanna buy you everything and more because your such a good girl for me, i wanna pleasure you in any and every way possible because you deserve it” “really? Give me some examples” “i dont know....rub your feet?” You both shared a small laugh “i know youve been wanting that fox fur coat..”

“I would fucking kill for that coat” “your daddy hasnt bought it for you yet?” He asked, a smirk on his face. “No, i havent asked at all” “whys that baby girl?”

You sighed before answering “because hes been so hard on me...hes getting old and-“ “you dont have to finish baby i know, i just wish we could all get together and be happy” “why cant we?” You asked rather innocently.

“Well...your daddy doesnt like my dad, and my dad doesnt like yours so we just continue to clash and fued” he wiped his eye. “Thats no fun, maybe i can talk to him” “what are you gonna say? That we are in love together and we wanna get married?” He sarcastically chuckled and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Well do you?” You asked. “Yeah doll...i do. Why dont we just run away and kill everyone in our path”

He didnt know why he was suggesting it. He in one of the biggest mobs and hes held responsible as one of the main people in the family, aside from you and yours. He really isnt the one for violence but he just wants at least a break of peace.

“Daddy wouldn’t like that” you shook your head. “I know, i just really miss you pretty girl” “i miss you to tom- thats why i wanna see you-“ “no itll just put you in danger! Stay home y/n” “what if i dont want to!”

“Then you cant come here. Im sorry!” “I dont care, bye-“ “wait-“ before he could finish you hung up the phone, dropping it back on its place before getting up and putting on your slippers and walking to the kitchen, finding your father eating.

“Daddy no carbs!” “Honey its 9 o’clock, give me a break” he glared at you, eating the piece of buttered bread. “Well i have a questionnnn” you distanced off, the slippers making a noise while you walked to the counter where your father was at. “Hm?” He groaned looking at you. “Dont get mad at me! Promise!” You said, holding up your hand and tilting your head at him.

“Spit it out y/n” “okay okay- can you pretty please talk to the hollands-“ he choked on the piece of bread “daddy!” You run up to him, aggressively patting his back. “Okay okay- im done! But you said what?” He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“The....hollands” you muttered looking away from him. “We have been against each othet for generations! And what makes you want to speak and collaborate with them” “daddy...theres this-“ “oh fuck off! Please dont tell me-“ you only nodded. “A white man?” “Daddy!” “What? Im being honest!”

“Whens the next meeting!” You asked. “In a week”

This is your first time ever coming to one of the meetings, and you were afraid. Your mob color is a dark brown so you wore it...daddy refused to let you wear anything too revealing because these men are dirty.

“Cover yourself!” “What are you talking about!” “Y/n.” “Finnneeee!” You stomped back to your room and your dad gifted you a tuxedo, so you wore it...

“Seeeeee you look great! Your grandfather would be so proud of you” news flash. All the women in the family ran away or whatever, they didnt know what they were getting their sleves into.

“Can we just leave”

Clank clank clank clank

You walked behind your dad and his close partners followed behind you, protecting you from toms family.

“You do not speak. You hear me y/n. Just sit down and listen” “yeah” you were nervous, ver nervous. So when you stepped in and seen absolutely no women at the tables you panicked. But when you made eye contact with tom you almost shit yourself.

He eyed you from afar, wondering why you were here. Why are you putting yourself in danger.

As everyone talked you sat there bored until someone made a comment about you. “Why is she here? Shes a beaut” he snickers, others laughing to.

Your dad stood “talk about my daughter again and i will kill you, understood?” He snapped, shrinking the man down to size. “Honey get out of here” he smiled at you and you stood, one of his friends pat coming with you outside.

“Why did you come here?” He asked, offering a cigarette but you declined. “I just wanted to see what its like” “no dont lie to me dollface, i know you were eyeing that boy” you side eyed him before groaning “is it obvious!” He laughed and took out his lighter.

“Very” “i dont like him” “well he likes you” he took a puff and put the lighter back in his front pocket. “How can you tell” you leaned up against the wall and crossed your arms. “He was only looking at you” he smiled, you smacked your lips. “You have em wrapped on your finger, you should take advantage of that”

“Well i dont wanna hurt people like you!” You whisper yelled. “Its business baby, has been for years” he shrugged. “Well maybe i can change it” “eh, it’s possible” he shrugged “but it aint easy”

You both heard the door get pushed open aggressively and turned around, seeing tom walking up to you. “Woah woah woah, slow your roll” pat said, stepping infront of you. “Can i just talk to her- give me like 20 minutes” “why should i do that” pat dropped the cigarette and stepped on it.

“Because i want to talk to her- if i dont make it back it twenty minutes i swear ill give you everything i have” “i dont want anything, y/n do you wanna go” pat looked back at you. You harshly swallowed before nodding your head, pat stepped aside and tom smiled, pulling your hand and tugging you to run with him.

“Baby” he said out of breath, both of you ran to the trunk of his car. “Y-yes tommy?” “I got you a gift” “what is it!” You perked up and he giggled “something youll never forget” he pulled out his key and opened the trunk, a large gift box with a pink bow on it. “Do you love me y/n?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah...i really do” you smiled and bit your lip nodding. “Open it” he muttered, you nervously took the bow out, slowly opening the top of the box “tommy i dont know...” “dont be scared! Open it!!” He edged you on.

Suddenly it started to sprinkle, soon turning into some heavy rain. “Y/n hurry up before you get a cold!” He said sternly and you did, a gasp left your lips as you raised the coat. “You bought it for me” you whispered and he nodded, he took the coat to put it on you, when you were finished your pressed your lips on his roughly, his hands hooking behind your knees to lift you up and put yout legs around his hips.

“I. Love. You. So. Much” you said between kisses. “I know princess, just know id kill for you if i had to” “i would too tommy, i would too” he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours, the rain coming down making your hair frizzy but he could care less, he loved you. “I wish we could be like this forever” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again. “We can baby, I promise” “how tommy?” You rubbed your nose against his “running away” “tommy i cant, you know this-“ “but arent you tired doll, it would just be me and you” he muttered, pinching your legs some.

You bit your lip before pressing a kiss on his lips. “Okay” “really?!” He smiled “yeah yeah lets go!” He carefully dropped you and slammed the trunk closed, he unlocked the car and you both hopped in, on the road you both go.

“I dont have any clothes!” “I can buy you everything you want and more princess, dont worry. Andddd letters. You always write your father some letters pretty girl” he smiled at you.

“Love you” “love you too”

[shhh-no-ones-home]

did you say close or closet?* steve harrington x reader

+++++++++ okay this is my final prompt story of the five. i was waiting to edit it for a super long time but i finally did and am posting it. this was also written around season one so sorry if it's ooc now 🤷 like i said in the other prompt one shots these have been in my drafts for a super long time.

* - shes here. Trapped in a closet because your hiding from people at school and it gets super awkward super fast but things start to escalate ;)

prompts:

7. Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy

13. Looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while

20. d..did you just make that noise?

Song: i dont need love by sammy hagar

tag list:@cynic-spirit 

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I ran down the hallway, steve hot on my heels. We were running from some of the football players that we had played a terrible joke on. We turned a corner and before i knew it i was being pulled backwards into a hall closet. It was dark for a second before steve pulled the light chain, pouring the harsh light into the small space. We both just sighed before laughing quietly so they wouldnt find us.

"Looks like were gonna be stuck here for a while. Wouldnt want any of them to catch us and do terrible things to us."

He made a screwy face before smiling back down at me. I shook my head and leaned my body on the wall behind me, watching steve do the same. I sighed.

"You know, us being here a while could be a good thing, now i can get to know you a little better."

He looked at me in confusion.

"Why would you need to do that?"

"Everyone keeps telling me youre the bad guy, id like to make that decision for myself."

"Well i mean youve been hanging around me long enough dont you think? I mean you're not the nicest girl ive ever met."

I mocked hurt and placed my hand on my chest.

"Well then, i guess ill just have to try harder next time huh?"

we both stood there a second before laughing at my sarcasm.

"Seriously though, im not here looking for friends or acquaintances or boyfriends or anything like that. Im here to have a good time with whoever wants to join me. Which is why i was stoked to hear youd help me prank the football team."

"So what im hearing is you're just in it for the ride, not the destination."

I side nodded.

"Sometimes the stops on the ride are better than the destination, i dont need love or appreciation as long as im having a good time. Now im not necessarily easy either but if the moment arose and i was stopped long enough i might just consider some things."

He looked at me like he was reading my mind.

"We're stopped now. "

He raised a brow at me.

"You think your ready for this harrington? I heard you like vanilla girls like nancy drew."

"Its nancy wheeler actually and she'd never do anything like the stuff we did today, even with a little male persuasion."

I laughed at him, male persuasion my ass, that girl would be too scared to get her panties wet if the moment arose much less sleep with anyone she thought was interesting.

"Ill make a deal with you harrington. We can do this right now if you can promise me that nothing comes out of your mouth about me after this. And i know thats a long shot but im not here to make people mad. Like i said, im here for the fun along the way, im not here to ruin other peoples fun."

He reached his hand out for me to shake.

"Deal. now how do you wanna go about doing this, ya know since we are in a pretty small closet."

I shrugged.

"Ive done it in smaller."

I started by sliding off my jacket and throwing my shirt off. He just stood and watched before i pulled him to me and started kissing up and down his neck.

"You gonna work with me or not harrington?"

He nodded frantically before removing his jacket and shirt as well. We quickly got back to each other, but actually kissing this time. He pushed me up against the wall, lifting me, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. As he attacked my neck i let out a soft moan, reaching down to rub him through his pants. I was quick to undo his pants, along with mine so we could get to business. We kissed as he removed my panties and gripped my thighs to line himself up with my entrance. I ground my hips down onto him and he let out a needy, whiny, moan. We both paused for a second.

"D...did you make that noise?"

He let out a small laugh and i could see the blush on his face.

"I guess its been a hot minute."

I kissed him softly and nodded at him.

"Perfectly normal."

He nodded back and kissed me a little more needy. He broke away to look down for a second and entered me, earning a moan. I slid my head back against the wall and he attacked my neck again, sliding in and out of me at a steady pace. I held onto him for dear life, resting against the wall with my legs wrapped around his exposed torso. He rammed into me over and over again, earning soft moans that i was trying the stifle so no one would hear us. I could tell he was getting closer though, his breathing was becoming less steady and so were his thrusts. I reached down and rubbed my clit, sending me down the right path to cuming with him. He rested his head against my shoulder, kissing and biting it, trying to keep his noises to himself; or at least just to us. I could feel him trying to hold on for dear life but he quickly pulled out of me, unhooked my legs, and stumbled back against the opposing wall, stroking himself and cuming down his hand. He let out a loud sigh before looking back at me, walking over to me and kissing me again.

"I dont believe i heard you finish."

He wiped his hand off with the paper towels sitting on the overhead shelf before lifting me back up against the wall. I was shaken a little bit but he kept perfect eye contact with me as his other hand got closer and closer to my core. He rubbed my clit, which sent my head back against the wall, before fingering me, pushing in and out of me over and over again. I gripped his shoulder tightly, wrapping my legs tighter around him as i came around his fingers. My legs were shaky as he set me back down and licked his fingers off.

"See i dont like just vanilla girls."

I smirked at him before pulling my panties back on.

"That was probably as much outside of vanilla as youd ever try to get harrington."

[weiqiankun-blog]

beauty you hold.

female reader x mark lee 

pretty frickin soft 

my first piece of writing so i do hope you enjoy reading it 

3k ish

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You'll admit, working at a coffee shop had it's quirks but there were just sometimes when all you wanted to do was go home and just sleep cause after all you were an exhausted college student and lets just say times were...tough sometimes. You've been working at your local coffee shop for awhile now and youve made friends with the other workers keeping in mind that theyre all quite older than you but atleast you have one close friend who works with you, this of course being one of your bestfriend's yuta. When you first met yuta, you kinda thought he was a pushover and a bit too bossy (or atleats thats what you said to him when you were explaining why you didnt approach him when you guys first met but actually it was only cause you were too scared). But ANYWAY, you were first to start working at the coffee shop, its name being 'Euphoria Cafe' and once you saw the help wanted sign through the window you were probably the first to apply cause you loved that place. Need a place to study? Euphoria, Need a place to relax? Euphoria, Need a place to sometimes see a few cute boys from time to time?... Euphoria (hotel?trivago (sorry i just had to)) so yeah. you got the job obviously and it was difficult at first to get used to how to use all the machines and everything but eventually you got the hang of it. And this is when your (not yet) best friend yuta comes waltzing in as the newly hired worker and you were kinda nervous cause yeah sure you're good with making friends but that doesn’t change that fact that you're terrified of embarrassing yourself especially in front of someone you found intimating.

So your first day together was awkward to say the least, there were many glances on both ends and all you guys said to each other were hi's, sorry's, here ya go's, and bye's when you guys left eventually. The next day it was like something snapped inside of you and you were having a really good day and you were just happy for ledgit no reason but when you're in moods like this, you kind of forget how to act around people or not forget but it's just a lot more free? So when you come into work you see yuta just getting in as well, and out of nowhere you just shouted, " hey yuta!!! how's your day been, excited for work?!" and the shock on his face was priceless and he just turned around and said, "oh, hey y/n, its been good and yeah i guess you could say i am", and to be honest you were kinda surprised he knew your name cause you guys literally never talked before yesterday and today was the first actual conversation you guys were having so naturally you asked, " oh woah, you know my name?", " well yeah, you know my name so...", "good point good point". And that was the start of a beautiful friendship, you guys grew really close and pretty fast and what surprised you the most was how jokingly flirtatious he got and it was definitely a joke cause at this point in your friendship you guys have seen TOO MUCH (dont be weird not like that) of each other to catch any feelings. You guys came to work together almost every day with him basically clinging onto you cause he needs affection and you obviously giving him it cause um who could resist. So yeah life was nice other than the crazy amount of work you had to do for college but OTHER THAN THAT just great :(.

Well anyway (yes this is a mark fluff just waittt) after  few months of working there another employee joined and you recognized him almost instantly, he was in almost all of your classes but you guys barely talked, actually you guys only talked when you were forced to (partnered up and stuff). He wasnt in your shift but you always saw him leaving when you and yuta coming in. Eventually, mid-term break came along and yeah you were excited as hell but yuta was leaving to back to his hometown in japan so you would be pretty lonely. But then... you come into work one day not really being aware of your surroundings because you were too absorbed in your music but then when you walk in you see mark behind the counter not looking ready to leave at all so you said, "oh hi mark" (get the reference?) clear confusion coming out with your words and mark acknowledged it so he replied, " hey y/n, oh i asked if i could change my shift time because this works better for me so youll be seeing me for a while haha", " oh okay then i look forward to working with you", you say while nodding your head slightly. so mark right, you always liked him, not like crush sense but you thought he was cool you guess, and theres no denying that he was pretty cute but you never even had the idea of liking him until one day. So you come into work and suprisingly mark's not there he was usually early but you just thought oh he probably had something to do and didnt really care (#sorrynotsorry) but then in comes an extremely disheveled looking mark with messy hair and ripped jeans and a hoodie on and you were concerned to say the least. Thankfully no customers were in the shop yet and mark just runs to the counter panting and you genuinely think someone's been chasing him but he later explains he woke up like 2 minutes before he came to the coffee shop cause his phone ran out of battery hence alarm=nonexistent basically. That day you had a lot of customers and since you guys had to stay the entire day by the end of the day you were exhausted. When it was about an hour to closing mark just went on his break and it was just you in the shop because he just went for a walk which he regularly does for his break, something you noticed. but there werent many customers so you were okay but when you turned around to the register you saw a pink post-it saying: stay back today for a bit?. you already know mark wanted to just relax after work today and you guys had stayed back after work sometimes and you enjoyed it so you smiled and continued with the order for the customer. eventually he came back and you smiled and nodded and he smiled back and that just made you smile harder. so the day was finally over and you went to sit infront of the counter and took off your apron while mark was busy making something that you figured was his but when he was done you realized he had two drinks in his hand one being your favourite, a hot chocolate and one a berry smoothie. He placed the hot chocolate infront of you and you were like huh? and he said, “you drink this practically whenever you have the chance anyone would know it's your favourite". your heart kinda fluttered but you were like gurl dont be dumb staph but that didnt really stop much. you guys moved to the sofa after grabbing a few snacks (this was the main perk of getting the end shift cause you could stay back). You guys were facing each other and the windows were all still open blowing chilling air in and although you loved it you were cold and being the dumb one you are you forgot to bring a jacket so you shivered but you were fine after you closed the windows or so you thought for like two seconds and then you were like yeah no i be cold. "so care to explain why you came in looking like a wreck today" "so are you implying that i look good every other day" " well im not denying it.." you were always quite flirty with everyone unintentionally (sometimes intentionally) but mark kinda got used to it " i just slept really late yesterday and today wasnt the best" "i can tell but hey whats up?" "eh just stuff" "oh also ive been meaning to ask how long are you going to be working this shift?" "oh you want me to stay i see" "please, if anything the opposite" "mhmmm sure" he says with a smug look on his face, "well until your boyfriend comes back" you spat out your drink," my boyfriend?!" confusion was plastered on marks face and he said" yeah the guy you were working with before i came, yuta i think his name was?" you genuinely couldnt stop laughing until you eventually explained that he was just a bestfriend and you noticed a look of relief on his face? but pushed it aside. suddenly mark just got up and went to the back where you heard rummaging. after a few minutes mark came back with a t-shirt on and his hoodie in his hand. He threw over to you "stop shivering and wear this" he says he sat next to you this time causing you heart to basically jump out of your chest he wasnt that close or anything just him being kind. you mumbled a thanks. after a few moments of silence mark asked " so do you have a boyfriend?" "no you?" "nah. hey wanna lock up and just walk" you were actually glad he asked cause you were kinda tired of being in the cafe for this long and you thankfully nodded ---- you guys walked to a nearby park just talking about literally anything that came to your mind at this point you guys were pretty close and both of you guys knew things about each other that a lot of people dont, irrelevant and meaningful, like he knows that you only like the ends of those soda gummies cause apparently then have the most taste, but he argues that it all tastes the same, that doesnt stop him from eating the other end when you dont want it though, and you know that whenever hes stressed the only thing he wants to do is talk to someone he trusts and you were the same that way. as you were walking you werent really focusing on anything cause your heart was kinda all over the place cause youve officially developed a big fat crush on this idiot and you knew he didnt feel the same but then you being so absent minded caused you to trip and almost instantly mark grabbed your hand to stop you from falling over and you just started laughing while mark asked you if you were okay. you guys continued to walk in silence with the howling wind filling the air, although you guys were nothing you couldnt ask for more in this moment. you were reaching for your phone when you realized mark was still holding your hand you just stopped walking and froze staring at your hands clasped together (they werent intertwined but just holding ya get?) and obviously every force has an equal and opposite Reaction (its SciEnTifiC oKaY) so since you stopped walking and you were connected to mark he kinda was pulled back and this is when you noticed how red his face was and that surprised you but at the same time youre sure you were too (but like im brown so you wouldnt even be able to tell ay ay) "you only noticed i was holding your hand this entire time now?" "uh.. well.. ummm-" "sorry do you want me t-" he said as he started letting go "no no its fine i was just surprised thats all" and you guys continue walking except now your fingers are intertwined and your heart beating double time. you truly liked mark for his personality, for the way he made you laugh, the way he made you feel, the way he treated you, you really liked him. you guys found a a green patch that was pretty empty and decided to sit. mark was pretty sleepy so he asked if he could put his head on your lap and you said sure. it was pretty late at night but you werent scared if anything you felt safe and happy. mark did that to you and as you looked down at his face you truly realized how beautiful he was. his skin was so smooth and the fluorescent lights along the park were reflecting on his round glasses that shaped his face perfectly. you then hesitated before taking his glasses off cause you noticed he takes them off whenever hes tired so you just wanted him to feel comfortable. he opened his eyes at that and looked straight into your eyes, his eyes truly glimmered in the light as if they were shining stars of their own but what you didnt know is that those same eyes have been staring at you all night admiring your beauty and presence. you give him a slight smile and he does the same before shutting his eyes once again. you kinda wished he didnt because you wanted to stare into his eyes for more but atleast he was getting rest. this is when you decided to play some music. it was calm and relaxing and always helped when you were feeling stressed and you could tell mark was for whatever reason cause he refuses to tell you and since music was such a huge part of your life you hoped it would help him too. you started singing along lowly and not to brag or anything but your voice wasnt half bad, after all you were a music major and one of the instruments you play was your throat so you sounded pretty nice and mark seemed to agree with this cause he then reached for your phone and paused the music to say, " i like your voice better" and you being way too scared to sing infront of him refused but eventually he convinced you by saying he would sing as well which he did and you guys sounded nice.

after staying for a bit longer you decided it was time to go home so you told mark to get up and he obliged. he held his hand out for you and even after helping you up he continued to hold it. he insisted on dropping you off to your dorm which hes visited before to watch a movie or two but thats all. on your way back you asked him, "mark are you sure you dont want to talk about whats stressing you out?" "no its okay really, thanks for caring" he replied "anytime and if you change your mind just call me okay?" he nodded you guys reached your house by now and mark with such sincerity in his voice said" thanks for today, really" "we do this almost every week what are you talking about" " i know but just thank you for being you" he says while staring admirably at your face "look mark, well first you know im always here even if we arent working the same shift anymore im glad we became as close as we are now cause i truly cant imagine my life without you and yeah i know its really cheesy but its true but most importantly you need to stop beating yourself up whenever you mess up. youre human and we tend to make mistakes sometimes and thats fine because i know you mark and i know at the end of the day you’re going to be an amazing dancer and youll be great at whatever you want to do so i dont know whats bothering you but whatever it is i know you can overcome it so just keep your head up high and be strong but dont be afraid to talk to people about it. and mark, im just saying all this cause i care abo-" interrupting what you were saying mark comes closer and kisses you. His lips were warm contradicting the the cold weather and one of his hands was around your waist ever so gently pulling you closer to him while the other was on your neck gently caressing it. his lips were so gentle yet so passionate as if you could feel all of his emotions, your eyes were closed and your hands were around his neck and then your fingers ran through his hair. you dont even know how long the kiss went on but you had to pull away cause you were out of breath. Your foreheads were against each other and noses almost touching his eyes were closed and he mumbled under his breath " thank you, thank you so much. thank you for being the person you are and for making me feel the way i feel. every time i see you im so mesmerized by the amount of beauty you can hold. everything you do makes my heart beat faster and im just so glad that youre in my life and im really sorry if you dont feel the same ill act like this never happened if you want me to but i really like you and i have for a long while and i just want to compliment you everytime i see you and hold your hand and kiss you to show you how much i appreciate you and god y/n you make me feel things i dont think ive ever felt befo-" "mark..." you say moving your head to look a him, he hesitantly opens his eyes expecting a rejection "i like you too" you say before giving him a deep but quick kiss and after that he lift you up and hugs you and start cheering almost about how happy he is. And that was the start of your relationship with mark lee <3

3:00 AM 1/24/2019 (this is when I wrote this can you frickin believe wow welp.. that was it)

[borhapparker]

sheer heart attack  |  bohemian rhapsody cast series (chap.1)

summary: you are the instructor for ‘bohemian rhapsody’, getting paid to teach the cast how to play their respective instruments. from an early age, youve known how to play the piano, the drums, the bass and the electric/acoustic guitar. forming a tight bond with rami, gwilym, ben and joe, all of you would hang out im each other’s trailers, creating a lasting friendship between all of you. this causes the ripple of them wanting you to be in all the interviews possible during the press tours, even if you werent on the list for interviews, which caused for some buried secrets to come to life and some crushes to be revealed.

word count: 3.35k

pairing: none just yet!

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Your manager had called you a few days ago, mentioning how she had talked to a director, who was interested in an instructor for his new movie. Seeing as you were a professional singer and had known your instruments since you were young, this could be one of your biggest breaks in Hollywood. This would be a big movie, one of the most popular if it got the attention it deserved, so you decided to book a meeting with the director and producers.

“When’s the meeting?” you asked your manager, as you held the phone between your shoulder and your ear, as you moved around the spare room in your house, setting up your tripod and the drum kit in the corner.

“Tomorrow, at 10am.”

“Okay, I’ll be there. Anything I need to know beforehand?”

“I just sent you an email with all the information you need.” she paused, rustling heard from the other end of the call, “Listen, call me tomorrow after the meeting, I gotta head out. Good luck tomorrow!”

“I will! Bye!”

Hanging up, you headed to your laptop on the coffee table, opening the email she had sent, as you let out a yell of surprise. “No way! She did not just book me an audition to a Queen biopic!” Your eyes scanned the email, information about the movie, called Bohemian Rhapsody along with information on the producers: Brian Harold May and Roger Meddows Taylor, the two out of three remaining members of Queen, your favorite band since you were young. Remembering what you were going to do before she called you, you closed your laptop before walking back inside the room you were in, setting up your phone on the tripod and pressing record. Walking over to the drum kit, you sat, twirling your drumsticks in your hand before you started playing, the beat of Keep Yourself Alive playing, concentration etched on your face, as you kept playing. Getting lost in the music and the beat made you produce the best cover, as you came to the infamous drum solo from the song.

It wasn’t the most difficult song you had ever practiced, so the solo came easy to you. Finishing the song, you smiled at the camera, before pressing the stop button, and uploading the cover to your Instagram.

Sighing, you grabbed your water bottle nearby, taking a drink before grabbing your laptop and setting it on your lap, reading through the rest of the information your manager had provided, then opening your documents and writing the rest of your song.

The evening went by fairly quickly, as you finished the last of your song, ate a quick meal and headed to bed. The nerves and the drumming drained you, as your body begged for sleep. Slowly undressing yourself and slipping on your pajamas, you sent a last text to your manager letting her know that you had gone over the email and were ready for tomorrow. Slipping into your bed, you closed your eyes, got comftorable, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the alarm woke you up, as you hit snooze, burying your head in your pillow and pulling the covers over you. A couple minutes passed before you sat up, looking over at your phone on the nightstand and noticing the messages from your manager. Reaching over, you grasped the phone with your hand, bringing it up to your face as you read through the messages. Your eyes widened as you looked at the clock, before jumping out of bed, and quickly running to your closet all while dialing your manager’s phone.

“Hello?” she answered as your eyebrows furrowed, as you quickly grabbed the first articles of clothing you saw.

“Hey! You didn’t tell me you booked a wrong time for me! I barely woke up and I have half an hour to get to my meeting! What the hell, Lizzie!” you argued, quickly running to the kitchen and turning on the coffee machine so it would be ready while you’re in the shower, before running back.

“I’m sorry! I forgot about the time! The good thing is that it only takes 10 minutes to get to the meeting, so you have 20 minutes to shower and get changed.”

Sighing, you turned on the shower, “Fine, but next time, let me know in advance.”

“I will! Now hurry! And don’t worry about looking professional, they said jeans and a nice blouse is fine. Good luck!” she hung up as you sighed, quickly switching the shirt for a while blouse, your blue jeans and black low-top converse.

You quickly jumped in the shower, washing your hair and body quickly before rinsing and turning off the water, before drying yourself off and changing. Blow drying your hair, you quickly put it half up in a bun, leaving the other half down. You lathered on some mascara and a bit of lipstick before slipping on your converse, turning off the lights, running to the kitchen to grab your coffee before grabbing your bag and keys and running out the door to your car. Speeding off, you headed to the place the meeting would be held, quickly driving into the parking lot and finding a spot closest to the front door. Realizing you had five minutes till you were due inside, you checked your messages, going over the email from last night and letting your manager know you had arrived, before grabbing your bag and getting out of your car. Locking it, you walked to the door, knocking as the speaker from the wall buzzed.

“How may I help you?” the secretary spoke through as you smiled at her through the door.

“I have a meeting with Mr. Singer for the new production of Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Code?”

“1985 Wembley.”

The door buzzed open as you walked through, as it locked behind you and you walked behind the secretary. She led you through another door as you were met with the director, Bryan Singer, and the band members of Queen, Roger Taylor and Brian May. Your expression showed shock, and nerves, as you shook hands with all three of them, before sitting down in front of them.

“Thank you for meeting with us, Miss Y/n.” the director said as you smiled and nodded. “So, your manager spoke very highly of you. How long have you been playing your chosen instruments?”

“For 15 years. I started with piano first, then drums, bass, and most recently, electric and acoustic guitar.” you answered, as you felt Brian and Roger’s gaze on you. “I also write my own songs, and I’ve posted videos of me playing certain songs on those instruments. Mostly Queen songs, but a variety of different genres.”

Brian pulled out his phone, opening Instagram and looking for your Instagram. He pulled up the profile, before clicking on the most recent video, the one from last night. He nudged both Roger and Bryan Singer, as they watched the video, the audio on. The video reached the drum solo, as Roger’s eyes widened, noticing you recreating the infamous drum solo that was hard to replicate. As it stopped, Brian kept going through different videos, some with the electric guitar, others with the piano, and bass.

Roger turned to you, smile on his face. “This is very impressive.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, as Bryan Singer turned to you,  Brian May smiling as well.

“We’re very interested in having you teach the actors how to play their instruments. Would you be interested?”

You nodded, smiling, “I would very much be interested.”

“Great! Welcome to the team, Miss Y/n.” they all shook your hand, as the director turned to you once more. “We are considering all actors willing to be part of the audition process. Do you have any actors you think would fit best for the roles?”

Sighing, you thought about it, various actors and actresses going through your head, as your friends popped up first. “Lucy Boynton would be a good Mary Austin. She’s a good actress and has been in different movies and shows. As well as Rami Malek for Freddie Mercury, and Joe Mazzello as John Deacon. He very much looks like him and has a close resemblance to the bassist.” you said, as the director wrote down notes.

“Would you want to be in on the audition process? You seem to know who would fit best for these roles, and you might have a little more experience since you’ve been part of the Hollywood industry for a while.”

“I would love to.”

“Great. We have some auditions going on today. Are you free for the rest of the day?”

Nodding, they stood up, leading you into another room adjacent to that one, as you all sat down at a table together, going through different headshots and resumes. Some actors stood out to you, as you put them in a different pile, conversing with Brian and Roger, as Bryan Singer, the director, on a call, outside the room.

“What about him?” Brian held up a headshot of another actor, Gwilym Lee, an English actor who you had seen in Midsomer Murders. “He seems like a good fit. Has some background in music.”

You held up the photo to Brian, nodding. “He looks like you, some resemblance. The background in music would be helpful when it comes to the rehearsal process.”

Roger was looking through the headshots you had chosen, as the secretary came back, another folder in her hand. “I’ve received another submission. Here you go.” she smiled, putting the folder on the table before leaving.

You picked up the file, opening it and inspecting the resume before your eyes locked on the headshot, recognizing the person immediately.

“Him.”

Roger and Brian both looked at the headshot before smiling and nodding as well.

It seemed like you guys were in agreement.

-

You had stepped out a couple hours ago with orders for food and drinks, as you went to go and get the food for all four of you, before returning, arms full. The secretary opened the door for you, helping you bring the drinks inside as you all headed to the hallway, noticing the line of actors, a couple whom you recognized from their headshots. Noticing Joe and Rami, you winked at them, smile on your face as they noticed you and returned the gesture, and you disappeared behind the audition door. Giving out the food and drinks, you all sat down, as the secretary brought in the first actor, Sacha Baron Cohen, who you had seen in a couple different films. Yet, when he walked through the door, you couldn’t see the portrayal. Throughout his audition, you jotted down notes, as you took sips of your drink, as finished and left and you turned to the others.

“I don’t think he’s the best fit. He seemed more interested in another side of Freddie rather than what we could portray.” you said as they nodded, calling the next actor in.

Various auditions went by, as you watched one after the other. Keeping notes, you crossed out actors and circled a couple that could be good fits. The door opened, and you finished writing before looking up, and locking eyes with a pair of green-blue eyes. Giving him a smile, you nodded at him.

“Ben Hardy, right?” Brian asked as he nodded, fiddling with his fingers out of nervousness.

“So, what makes you think you are a good fit for the role of..” you paused, looking down at your notes. “Roger Taylor?” you turned to Roger, smiling as he nodded at you.

“Well, I’ve been a follower of Queen since I was young, and I grew up in London, so it’s a very common musical band to listen to.” he paused, “I also have a background in playing the drums.”

As soon as the response slipped through his lips, you raised your eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Is that so? How long?” you asked as he looked at you.

“A little over a year.”

You nodded, writing down a note for yourself as he continued with the interview, before being given part of a script, as he read it out, his accent and posture very similar to Roger himself.

“Thank you, we’ll contact you this week for our answer.” Ben nodded, shaking our hands as he left.

“Well, we have three more and then we’ll be done for the day. What did you guys think?” Bryan Singer asked as you smiled.

“I think he fits. In the end, it’s up to Roger to choose who plays him.”

Nodding, Roger spoke up, “He’s very much a version of my younger self. I see a lot of myself in him, I think he would be a good fit. And the background in music is an added bonus.”

“We could have him send a video of himself practicing or playing a Queen song.” Brian mentioned, and you nodded.

“That’s a good idea.”

“How about we bring in the last three?”

You all agreed as Gwilym Lee was brought inside the room. He held a guitar in his hand, an amp connected to the corner of the room was waiting as he connected it to the guitar, hands shaking.

“Hi, I’m Gwilym. I’m here to audition for the part of Brian May.” Gwilym said, as he adjusted the sound, before playing the guitar solo for Bohemian Rhapsody, then part of Another One Bites The Dust as he finished, and all of you clapped.

“That was really good Gwilym.” you said, a smile on your face.

“I agree. What makes you the best person for this role?” Brian asked Gwilym as he set the guitar down, twiddling with his fingers as he thought of an answer.

“As someone who has experience in guitar, I’ve noticed that no one can really perfectly represent Brian May, especially a legend like him. But I’m willing to put in my all to represent him and show those who were not born in the same decade, that Queen can still be appreciated.” Gwilym said, as his answer surprised you.

He left and Joe walked in, did his audition and then Rami was the last to come. All of them did their audition, notes being taken on your respective notepads as Rami finished and all of you were left alone once again.

“So, any thoughts?”

“I think we should bring back Rami, Joe, Gwilym, and Ben. They seem to have the best background, and their goal is to achieve the best image of the band. They aren’t interested in what the band did before, they want to introduce Queen to new audiences, younger ones. I think that’s what’s important when casting for a biopic like Bohemian Rhapsody.” you said as Brian and Roger both nodded.

“What about Sacha Baron Cohen?” Bryan Singer asked, as you furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“I don’t think he’s the best fit for the job.”

“I liked him.” he said, as you shrugged your shoulders, not convinced that he’s the best option for Freddie Mercury.

It all seemed to come down to them, as you all debated over the best course of action to take.

“Let’s have them all send videos of themselves playing their respective instruments or re-creating an official interview with the band members. That could help us determine in the end who we can cast.”

That’s how you all finished, your thoughts set on who was the best in your eyes, as you decided to meet the next day at the same time, to watch the videos the actors would send. You yawned, as you walked out of the building, heading to you car and driving home.

-

A week had passed, as you had reviewed the videos, prepped music sheets and attended your gigs, as well as wrote your final songs for your newest album. Your week had been packed, the movie taking most of your priority and your thoughts.

You had been called to a roundtable meeting for Friday, as you had gathered all your music sheets, and information for the actors that they might need. Packing everything into a bag, you headed out of your house, locking the door behind you before heading to your car and driving off to another place. Since you were based in LA, you headed to the location the director had sent you, driving into the parking lot and finding the closest open spot. Various cars were occupying the lot, as you sighed out the nerves, before heading inside.

You followed the noise and commotion coming from the end of the hall, as you walked inside the open door, coming face to face with a large table, various actors and crew sitting. Brian and Roger noticed you, as they waved at you, and you headed over, arms full of files and papers. Brian took the papers from you, placing them down on the seat next to him which held a placard with your name and title.

“Thank you, how are you both?” they engulfed you in hugs after you put down your things in your seat.

“Good, darling, what about you? I’ve heard you’ve been busy.” Roger said with a smile as Brian only nodded along.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to finish my album and get some things ready for the cast.” I brought the schedule for rehearsals and where so everything is ready on our side.“ you said with a sigh, as you sat, everyone getting to their seats as the producers and director began to speak to everyone.

"Thank you all for coming today. We would like to welcome the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody: Rami Malek will be portraying Freddie Mercury, Joe Mazzello will be playing John Deacon, Gwilym Lee as Brian May, Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor, Lucy Boynton for Mary Austin, Allen Leech as Paul Prenter, Aiden Gillen as John Reid, Tom Hollander for Jim Beach, Mike Myers as Ray Foster and Aaron McCusker for Jim Hutton. This will be our main cast for now, but let’s welcome them.” everyone clapped as the actors smiled. “We have our Executive Music Producers, Brian May and Roger Taylor, Jim Beach as our producer, and our musical coach, Y/n Y/L/N.” all four of you stood, smiling at everyone before sitting, as the introductions went around.

“So, we have some schedules some of the crew is giving out. We start filming in 6 weeks, which gives everyone enough time to have props ready, as well as give the cast a chance to rehearse. Y/n, since you will be teaching the cast their instruments, I was told you have a schedule for them?” you nodded, as you stood up and rounded the table, heading in front of each of them.

You handed them each a schedule with their times and directions to where they needed to be. “This can and most likely will change, but for now, this is what we’ll be working with. I’ve also hired Polly Bennet as your movement coach for all of you, but mostly for Rami, since Freddie was never choreographed, I believed you wouldn’t want to be either.” you smiled at him, before returning to your seat.

The meeting went on, as everyone talked about their specific input for the movie. After the meeting, all four actors approached you.

“Y/n?” you turned, phone up to your ear as you held up a finger, listening to your manager quickly give out information as you wrote it down on a sticky note before she hung up.

“Sorry about that, my manager called. What’s up?” you smiled at them as Gwilym held out his hand first for you to shake.

“We just wanted to come over and introduce ourselves. I’m Gwilym.”

“Ben.”

“Joe.”

“And you already know me, Y/n.” Rami said as you engulfed him in a hug.

“It’s nice to meet all of you. I look forward to teaching and guiding you through the process of this movie. Are you guys ready to start rehearsals tomorrow?” you asked as they nodded. “Alright. Make sure to meet at the studio at 10am. I’ll be there a little early recording for my album, so if you’re there beforehand, feel free to come in and have a listen.”

They nodded, as you grabbed your things, before waving goodbye to them and heading off.

The beginnings of a journey might become the best experience for you. Queen was always a big part of your childhood, it was what fueled you to become a singer and practice different instruments. Seeing as it was sort of your lucky charm, you prayed that it would bring you some rewards as you worked on the biopic.

Fingers crossed.

[nie7027]

Super5 headcanons part 3

Part 1 Part 2

{{Yeah im posting it again because very few people have seen the original post and Im a simple human that craves validation, so please if you like it reblog it. I doubt ill do it again but just in case i put a nifty tag so you can block it}}

Thank you everybody for saying such nice things of part 2 (as i said i wasnt that confident so it made me really happy to know you liked it) and sorry for taking so long but school is a bitch and almost killed my inspiration. Anyway here comes part 3

Minegishi: i just got out work. Can someone care to tell me what happened?

Hatori: uhh, yeah . sorry

Hatori: i got out of work like an hour ago and came home to find Shimazaki sleeping on MY bed

Hatori: Shibata was already at the gym and shimazaki hasnt waken up so i dont know much more??

Hatori: i dont know either what to do...

Shibata: is he still there? I told him to take my bed!

Hatori: well he clearly didnt...

Minegishi: ok but HOW did you find him exactly?

Shibata: ill tell you later guys. My next class is about to start

Shibata: And dont worry Hatori! i dont think hell wake up anytime soon.

Shibata: You should have seen him carrying the dog! It was cute <3

Shibata: in a strange way

Minegishi: dog?? WHAT DOG?

Hatori: did you just say "carrying"?

Shibata: sorry guys gtg

Hatori: shit WAIT

Hatori: where am i supposed to sleep now? I cant sleep on the couch!

Shibata: you can sleep with me

Hatori: WHAT? NO

Shibata: Do you prefer to wake him up?

Hatori: I pick the right side

Minegishi: No homo

Hatori: fUCk U

Shimazaki wakes the next morning to the sound of someone gagging to his right

"THE HELL IS THAT SMELL? WHY DO YOU STINK SO MUCH?" yells Hatori before letting out a muffled yelp when the pillow Shimazaki threw hits him square on the face

Shibata, probably alerted by Hatoris screams, comes running and asks from the doorframe "Whats going here?"

"THAT BASTARD SMELLS LIKE POOP AND NOW MY BED WILL SMELL TOO" says Hatori while pointing at the man on his bed who is just groaning clearly annoyed at being awaken

"Hmm it was probably the dog" says Shibata pensive and then looks carefully at shimazaki "You dont have more clothes dont you?"

"Holy shit! Thats true. Youve been using the same clothes since then..."

Shimazaki cant understand why it suddenly matters so much to them "No i dont. Now that that has been cleared up can i go back to sleep?"

"You have to change first. Hatoris clothes wont fit you. so take a shower while i search for something to lend you" says shibata and then turns to Hatori "you gotta go now or you are gonna be late. Dont worry todays my day off, Ill wash your bed"

"Thanks man" says Hatori and then quickly discusses something abouy dinner with shibata before leaving the apartment. Shimazaki can only stare. He just wants to sleep.

But before he can turn his back and return to sleep Shibata is already on him hurrying him to the shower.

Shimazaki doesnt like the idea of giving up his clothes to Shibata (he doesnt like letting go of his possesions because Mental eye cant find inanimate objects and he learned early on life how easy it was to lose things) but even he is starting to get nauseous at the smell of trash and he isnt in the mood to deal with it himself

Shibatas clothes fit loosely but they are comfy, besides once he gets out the shower the man has breakfast ready for him (theres still a box of his favourite cereal) and leaves him to his own devices while he does laundry.

By the end of the day Shimazaki has his own clothes back and they are softer than he remembers ("its the softener" says Shibata, "the what?" responds shimazaki)

Minegishi and Hatori arrive later with boxes of take out and they eat together in awkward silence until Minegishi casually asks with a smirk if Hatori and Shibata slept well at which shibata laughs and tells them Hatori is a blanket hogger which in turn makes Hatori complain about shibatas snores.

The childish fight continues and even though Shimazaki doesnt take part in it he listens atently

At the end he returns to minegishis apartment that night and sleeps on the couch. Neither of them uttering a word of what happened.

The next time Minegishi asks him to go grocery shopping he accepts.

This is stupid. This was a waste of his time.

Shimazaki couldnt read price tags or labels and he didnt know what he was doing here or why Minegishi had brought him

At most he could tell apart boxes from cans and the weight of things but he couldnt differentiate whether he was holding a can of tuna from a can of yakitori sauce or 1k of salt from 1k of sugar without having to ask somebody else.

It was even worse when it came to liquids if the milk/juice failure was anything to go by

After the first few failures of trying to pick stuff Minegishi had tried to teach him about couponing and discounts but then again he had to ask him the price everytime and they both soon got tired of it

All he could do was to touch and feel the fruit and vegetables trying to tell apart the riped from the rotten/damaged

Looking for any bump, hole, softness...things Minegishi taught him

It was stupid.

Minegishi could ripen/fix any plant with his powers and they both knew it

This was a waste of time.

He hated every second of this and wanted to go already but Minegishi had been hellbent on him learning at least this and left him in the fruits section to pick whatever he deemed best while he finished the shopping.

And that was what he was TRYING to do when a store clerk had the brilliant idea of addressing him

In his defense they had been almost 3 hours here and he had been done since the first. The fact he didnt even know what the hell he was holding anymore except that it was round and ripe not helping his annoyance.

He turned to tell her to fuck off. He just wanted to intimadate her. Force her to leave him alone.

He may have gone a little bit overboard.

He opened his eyes.

"Excuse me sir. Customers arent supposed to grab the tomatoes with their bare hands. The bags are-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Her scream could be heard all around the store

Before he could teletransport away the tomato he was holding twisted and tangled its newly grown vines around his hand in a tight grip. (The sight of it clearly didnt help the girl's panic)

"Dont even think about it" hissed a pissed Minegishi when he passed by his side on his way towards the screaming girl.

Minegishi couldnt feel more stupid than he was feeling a the moment.

In his haste to initiate Shimazaki on the path of becoming a civil person he had somehow forgotten the man was actually blind (not his fault it was so easy to forget when you have seen him destroying entire buildings).

He had tried. He had really tried to come up with any way to fix this mess of a trip but it was getting late and they hadnt even started their actual shopping.

So at the end he gave up and left Shimazaki to the only task he thought could keep him busy and at the same time allowed minegishi to keep track of the mans position anytime while he hurriedly finished the shopping. It was a good plan. What could go wrong?

The moment he heard the scream he knew everything could and will go wrong where it concerned Shimazaki.

Thankfully he could feel he was still holding something vegetal (a tomato?) so Minegishi quickly dashed (shopping cart forgotten) to the mans position and the screaming girl.

His first instict had been to go and calm the girl even though he didnt know what had happened but when he realized people were starting to stare he quickly grabbed Shimazakis arm and dragged him the way he came.

"The fuck did you do?" Minegishi asked once they were in another aisle safe from curious stares

"I did nothing!" responded Shimazaki somewhat offended

" As if! What did you do to her? "

"I didnt do shit to her! I was just doing the fruit thing you asked me!" he raised his hand to show the tomato still holding onto it

"And? Why was she even near you?" mineshiki asked while his powers disentagled the vines and took the tomato

"ITS YOUR FAULT APPARENTLY WE ARENT SUPPOSED TO PICK THE FRUIT"

"Huh? What? I always do-THATS NOT IMPORTANT! Why was she screaming?!"

"I told her off"

"What? People dont scream like that when someone tells them off, even when you..." Shimazaki was clearly hiding something "How did you do it exactly?" minigishi asks with narrowed eyes

"....i may have opened my eyes"

"Your eyes?" minegishi stares increduously "whats that- oh" hes about to ask what was that supposed to mean when he remembers Shimazakis bottomless eyes caused by his physic powers. He may have gotten used to his hollow stare but he still remembers what he felt the first time he saw it. The girls scream finally making sense "You never open your eyes unless you want to threaten someome...did you want to threaten a simple clerk?? "

"No"

"Then?

"i just forgot!" shimazaki huffed

"You...forgot?"

"YES CAN WE GO NOW?" irritation lacing the mans tone

It was that moment that Minegishi realized this trip was taking a bigger toll on shimazaki than he (and probably even the man himself) anticipated and sighed.

"Yeah, i was almost finished anyway lets find the cart"

Shimazaki silently followed.

They finished the shopping without any further accident and while they waited in line to pay something caught minegishis eyes. It was just what he needed.

There was a row of cheap aviator glasses hanging in display.

After some considerantion he grabbed one of the pair with the mirror lens kind and handed them to a now calmer Shimazaki "Here, put this"

Shimazaki who had been following Minegishis movements asked curiously "whats this?"

"Glasses. In case you forget to keep your eyes closed again people wont be able to see your eyes. Put them on and open your eyes. i need to see if they fit and if they'll work"

He miraculously did.

The frame was thicker than it was supposed to be for these kind of glasses (a crude imitation of the stylish kind people wear in magazines) but they fitted and the mirror lens hid perfectly shimazakis glowing irises(?) (Hell never know)

"How do they feel?"

"Strange"

"You could wear them only when you are out in public. They are cheap. Ill buy them and you can do whatever you want with them"

Shimazaki took them off and when it was time to pay he handed them to minegishi

Once outside shimazaki at first refused to teletransport the bags back to the apartment but complied once Minegishi told him he would force him to help carry the bags all the way if he didnt do it AND promised to buy take out to eat.

Minegishi thought the glasses had been left forgotten in the bags but the next morning while he was getting ready to work he noticed they were laying folded on top of a sleeping shimazaki

When Hatori and Shibata inevitably asked about Shimazakis new glasses(that he now used all the time) minegishi told them about what was now deemed as the "supermarket incident"

The next times they went shopping Minegishi stayed all the time with Shimazaki and kept teaching him about vegetables and any thing that came to his mind.

Once they finished (everytime quicker than the previos) it became Shimazakis job to drop the goods at the apartment in exchange of picking what they were going to eat that day

It wasnt exactly what Minegishi had planned but it was a progress (or that was what he thought until Hatori complained about tripping on shopping bags that suddenly appeared in the middle of the hall whenever Shimazaki dropped something there)

Shibata was annoyed because even though they all agreed Shimazaki was behaving nicer the others didnt still believe him about the whole puppy ordeal

so that, coupled with the nagging feeling he had left after washing shimazakis clothes and after hearing about the market incident made him come up with a plan

"A mall trip?? What for?" hatori asked perplexed

"He has just one shirt"

"So?"

"He has been wearing it since we were together, actually i dont remember him wearing anything else ever"

"Thats his problem!"

"HIS JACKET HAS BULLET HOLES " replied shibata getting impatient with how much it was taking Hatori to understand

"He probably likes it that way??" said Hatori still not getting it

"Actually ive been thinking the same. I noticed the bullet holes too" finally came Minegishis voice from the receiver. He was was working at the moment because if they wanted to do this he had to work a double shift to free one day. "I dont think he has anything else"

"See? Minegishis with me!" exclaimed thriumohantly Shibata which only made Hatori roll his eyes

"Fine! i get it! Ive seen the bullet holes too...but i dont get why does it have to be us?"

"Because we are his friends" easily replied Shibata causing Hatori to frown at this

"Are we really? When has he done something for us?" hatoris tone suddenly turning serious "You are literally asking me to spend one of my few days off shopping clothes with MY MONEY for a guy who wanted to kill me mere months ago?"

"We dont know that" said shibata

Hatori trew him a glance that clearly was supposed to mean 'you gotta be kidding' "Look, do we even know if he likes us back?"

At this both men kept silence until shibata dared to speak "he is wearing the glasses"

"God forbid me for forgetting those damn glasses! Guys, im just saying we are already doing so much for him for nothing! why do we need to do more?"

"Because thats what good people do" came Minegishis response and shibata nodded firmly making hatori huff. He was gonna regret this.

" fine! But do we even know if hes gonna like what we buy? If hes gonna even wear it? As you said we had never seen with other clothes"

"Thats why we are gonna take him with us!" said Shibata, glad that this was finnally getting somewhere

Hatori turned to look at the phone "didnt you said you believed shopping stressed him?"

"Mmm these last times had been better" said minegishi

"What if he actually doesnt care about the clothes or-"

"He does" replied Shibata and Minegishi in unison making Hatori stare confusedly

"How do you know?"

Shibata thought back to the hesitance he noticed on shimazaki when he handed him his clothes but didnt think the man in question would like it if he went and tell this to the others and was debating this when minegishi spoke again "Ive noticed someone has been using my softener and i doubt its the plants"

Hatori frowned and then sighed

"You both have settled your minds dont you?" hatori asked and then grumbled when an unison "yes" was heard

"Do you realize we are working with a lot of 'maybes' and 'probably'?"

"Maybe" said the voice from the receiver and Hatori could swear he could hear minegishis smirk

"C'mon man! We have done worse than this" said Shibata happily clapping Hatoris back

"Ugh FINE That bastard better be grateful" grumbled Hatori

This part forced me to think of shimazakis past and now i made myself sad (this isnt the first time he wears glasses)

So the market incident and the glasses scene was stuff i thought about since i started these and was really excited to write it. I hope i did them justice .

I didnt realize how much longer part II was compared to part I so i think part III ended in a nice middle ground.

Haha i again didnt reach the scene i planned to reach(the prank) and at this pace this thing will have 6 parts. Someone save me

Anyway hope you like it and for those of you who dont know I am writing a Teru-centric fanfic about his decision to visit his parents and the aftermath and ill appreciate it if you could check it out (link here) and tell me what you think or at least share it so more people can see it because tumblr sucks and wont let me do it.

See you next time

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Boiling Bite. (Chanyeol, Wolf!au) 2/2

Hello guys! A few little changes!

I will try to again re-update a lot of the lists that I have here, because not only they were not up to date, they are a bit glitched, as I saw when uploading that Baekhyun story!

I also thought of putting up my ko-fi link again. I stopped doing it for a while because I was pretty content, but as I started working, my financial needs rose up as well, due to travel, food etc etc. I am also really shooting to go to the JLPTs again and obtain the highest level (N1). For that, I need the books for it. I already bought the grammar book, so I need the vocab, kanji and reading so I can prepare and hopefully go try out the summer dates of the test!

It’s also a bit hard to update for me now not only because of school but also because of the house renovation. My desk is really cluttered from all the things I’ve had on shelves and my laptop has been connected to the TV for about three weeks now and has been exclusively used for Netflix ^^’ I did go back to writing into notebooks though, and I’m biting through a few of the requests. Who knows, maybe once I’m done, I will open them again!

Well now, after this super long essay, let’s enjoy the second part of the Kris story I have posted a while back!

If you need to refresh your memory, here is the first part! If you like what you read, you can support me on ko-fi!

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Everything burned and everything hurt. You didn’t remember when was the last time you were conscious for more than five minutes. The pain always knocked you out before you could go insane with it.

You could clearly remember that night... the dark alleyway... Kris’ mate crying into her phone, begging Kris to come and save you. 

The two vampires standing, ready to pounce. 

You stepping between the vampires and Kris’ mate.

And then the bite.

It was as if somebody suddenly poured acid into your veins and the blood carried it all over your body. It felt horrible. You wanted to die as you felt the ice cold fangs digging into you, sucking the life out of you.

It might’ve been gone in a few seconds, but it felt like hours to you.

They came and saved you. But it was too late, as you crumbled to the ground and you screamed in pain.

You felt someone, Chanyeol probably, picking you up and cradling you to him, but it didn’t do anything with the horrible pain that coursed through your body.

That’s when you blacked out the first time.

- 

The first time you came to was when you felt someone settle down next to you.

“Ch-Chan…” your voice was too raspy for you to continue, a coughing fit interrupting your question.

“It’s me, ___.” Answered the voice that did not belong to your mate. Kyungsoo wiped at your forehead, the wet cloth gathering the sweat that trickled down your face.

“What…what…happene-“

“You were bitten. It’s the werewolf genes and vampire saliva that’s making you hurt.” You whimpered as the washcloth trailed down your face onto your neck, to the bite mark. A strangled scream ripped through your throat when the cloth dabbed at the wound and you immediately cowered from the pack’s healer. You heard him apologize, but everything was pronounced so slow and the way your eyelids seemed to drop, you knew you were out of it once again.

-

“Alright, ___. We need to get some of the bad blood out. This is going to hurt a lot, so we’re going to do it by bits, alright?”

You slowly grew accustomed to the pain, you were beginning to understand how it worked, how it always came in waves at you. It could’ve been two days since Kyungsoo’s visit, but it could’ve been two weeks as well.

You nodded shakily, tilting your head to the side and revealing your neck to him. Kyungsoo sighed, placing everything he was holding onto the nightstand before looming over you, his lips on your neck.

“Try to hold on as long as possible…” he mumbled quietly, his breath ghosting over your skin, before his lips closed over the wound. The first suck had you arching against him in a scream, your fists bunching in his shirt. You screeched, pleading for him to stop, trashing from side to side. You could feel the lift slipping from you from every suck by Kyungsoo’s lips. It ended just a few seconds after, yet it felt like eternity.

Kyungsoo spit out the blood he held in his mouth, its color a washed out red and more yellow than anything else.

“You did great, ___.” Kyungsoo gently stroked your cheek, trying to somehow calm you down.

“Chan…” you coughed heavily after that.

“What was it, ___?”

“Where…is…Ch-Chan…Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo fell silent for quite a while after that. Every passing second was like a dagger to your heart.

“He’s out hunting. He left three days ago, he didn’t come back yet.” Kyungsoo told you and yet you somehow knew it was a lie. You swallowed the tears that crept up on you and nodded to the tense Kyungsoo.

“You should try to get some sleep, ___-ah. We’ll try to get out more tomorrow.” His voice was gentle as if he was talking to a child. You nodded again, the grip of consciousness already slipping past your hands.

The last thing you thought of was Chanyeol’s voice, desperately calling your name.

-

Chanyeol sighed as he walked through the door. His body was full of kinks and soreness that wouldn’t be able to go away even after extended rest. As if he could do that, anyway.

For the past few days, he hadn’t thought about anything else, but revenge. He spent the past three days hunting down a vampire coven, making sure he would get every and single one of those suckers.

He kicked off his muddy boots and entered the house, his jacket a bloody pool on the floor. As he passed the mirror, he noticed the deep bags under his eyes and hallowed face.

He was only a ghost of what he used to be. He felt it, in his skin, his bones, in his very form, something changed. And he didn’t know how he would bring it back.

-

They switched every day. At first, only Kyungsoo would come, but later on, Suho replaced the healer, calling in Jongin to hold you down while sucking out the poison. The day after, the two switched and after that, Minseok and Luhan took their turns in trying to make you feel better.

You had already filled a whole glass with the yellowish substance and your mind was free from the sticky mist that clouded your senses.

It had its downfall, as it made the pain of healing clearer and the realization that since the night you’ve been bitten, Chanyeol hasn’t seen you once. Not a single time you felt his presence beside you and that made you tear up.

You probably disgusted him. You were bitten. And broken. Who in the right state of mind would want a broken mate? You thought as Kyungsoo gave your neck one hard last suck.

“Kyungsoo…” you choked out, stuttering over the lump in your throat.

“Yes? What is it?” he answered after cleaning his mouth, the poison still rocking slightly in the cup.

“K-Kill me.” You sobbed, the tears sneaking up on you. You could almost feel Kyungsoo freeze.

“What?” he wanted to you repeat as he slipped his hands around yours. You gripped him desperately.

“Please, just…let me have it over with. Just kill me and let that be…it.”

“Are you crazy? What about Chanyeol?” his voice sounded as if he still didn’t believe what you were saying. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked at the ceiling, illuminated by moonlight.

“He…he doesn’t care about me anymore.” You had to wait a moment after saying that to calm yourself down. It was far too painful.

“I don’t blame him, though.” You added with a smile, even through the tears.

“Who would want a mate that is tainted by the enemy?” Kyungsoo squeezed your hand, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb.

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve heard, ___. And I’m in a pack with Jongin, which means I’m listening to stupidities on a daily basis.” You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but to chuckle shortly.

“Chanyeol wants you all the time. NO matter how you act, look or feel.”

“Then why isn’t he here?” Kyungsoo was quiet for a long time, weighing out his options. IN the end, he sighed, shaking his head.

“I would like to know that, too.” He rubbed your hand some more. It wasn’t the same thing as being comforted by your mate, but it came close.

“Just go to sleep, ___. You did good today.” You squeezed Kyungsoo’s hand one last time, before slowly rolling on your side. You instinctively awaited Chanyeol’s arms wrapping around you and pull you to him, but that never came.

-

Before Chanyeol could sigh and slip off his jacket, he was shoved back by a furious looking Kyungsoo.

“You need to start taking care of your mate.” He growled in a low tone, his eyes flickering gold.

“I am.” Chanyeol mumbled under his breath, trying to keep his cool.

“I’m avenging her. Killing every motherfucker I can get my eyes on.”

“She doesn’t need that. She needs you. But you’ve been too much of a pussy to face her.”

“What?” Chanyeol hissed, his beast stirring. Kyungsoo’s face showed he was being serious about what he said.

“I said, you’re too much of a pussy to look at her. You need to start taking care of her.”

“Do you even know how it fucking feels like? Being in my place?” Chanyeol asked, his tone menacingly passive as he came closer to Kyungsoo.

“Do you know the fucking feeling, when the person you love the most, the person you would die for, gets hurt? Like that? In front of your own fucking eyes?!” Chanyeol’s growl gradually turned into roaring.

“Do you even know how I feel when I walk around the room and I hear her screaming? Because I was unable to help her? Do you know the feeling?”

“And do you fucking know what you’re doing to her now? Did you even know that she asked me to kill her yesterday?” Kyungsoo’s words were like a thousand daggers, stabbing into his heart. As he heard about your wish to die, his knees buckled.

“W-What?” Kyungsoo smiled grimly as Chanyeol’s shock-ridden state.

“She thinks you don’t want her anymore. She told me that you probably think of her as disgusting since she was bitten by a vampire.” Chanyeol sighed deeply, sliding down the wall he was leaning against.

“Fucking hell…” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. Kyungsoo knelt down next to him, laying his hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Look, I’m not going to try to convince you that it wasn’t your fault. You wouldn’t listen to me anyways. But killing vampires won’t help her. She needs you close. She needs to know that she’s still wanted.” Chanyeol sighed, nodding. He was too weak to say anything else.

“The sucking of the poison is very painful for her. She needs her mate. If you would do it, the poison will be gone in a few days.” When Chanyeol still didn’t answer, Kyungsoo patted his back once more and he stood to leave.

“Kyungsoo…”

“Hmm?” he turned around to look at Chanyeol. Only then he noticed how the biting affected him. He looked like hell- there were big bags under his eyes, his clothing hung on his disappearing frame and his shoulders seemed slumped with eternal luggage.

“Thank you. For everything.” Kyungsoo smiled softly.

“We’re brothers, Chanyeol. I would do anything for you.” At this Chanyeol smiled slightly.

“Even so. Thank you so much.”

-

You stirred when your bed dipped with another weight settling on it. Your fever had gone up again, so you didn’t recognize what was happening until the unknown person cupped the back of your neck and tilted your head to the side. Your blood started running faster as you realized what’s happening.

“No, Kyungsoo…” you whimpered quietly, your fists balling into his shirt. The body seemed different from Kyungsoo’s though.

“Please, no more…” you tried to cover the wound by tilting your head, but he nudged it aside with his nose. As you tried to fight back, more weight settled over you.

“Calm down, ___-ah…” a low voice rumbled above you and you suddenly knew who it was.

“Chanyeol?” he answered you with a hum, as he lightly licked your neck. Your breath hitched and you wound your hands around his torso, bringing him close. Chanyeol swiped his tongue over the wound once more before he closed his lips around it, giving it an experimental suck. He shuddered when the bad blood entered his mouth, but it didn’t stop him from sucking harder. It was much different, the cleansing with your mate. It was almost pleasurable for the first seconds and you pushed him down onto you some more, panting quietly. Chanyeol paused a while to spit out the venom in his mouth before diving in for more. This time, it was more uncomfortable, and you squirmed against him, your hands bunching in his shirt and tugging on it, to pull him away. He stayed relentless though, as he sucked harder. The first hard suck was painful.

“Chanyeol…” you whimpered, squirming some more. Once again, he leaned away to spit out.

“One more time, baby.” He assured you, closing his mouth around the wound again.

It was painful the last time, just as it was with the others. You arched your back, trying to get him from you, you tried swinging your head from side to side, but Chanyeol’s hold on you was tight, not letting go until you actually screamed out.

He quickly spat out the remaining poison and had you in his arms in seconds, holding you against his chest securely.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I’m sorry…” he kept repeating in your hair, stroking it comfortingly.

It took a while for you to calm down and to realize that he was actually with you. After the week of separation, it seemed unnatural.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore…” you mumbled under your breath, holding onto him tightly. He reciprocated the grip, kissing the crown of your head.

“Are you kidding me? You’re my mate. I warned you about this before you signed your soul- it’s a job for life.” You giggled tiredly- the cleansing always had a dizzying effect on you- maybe because you lost a lot of blood.

“Will you stay?” you asked, looking up at him. You didn’t let him have much of a choice. There was a small chance he would be able to get out of the grip you had on him, anyways.

“Forever.” He said, kissing your lips.