#ft. i should be in bed... my sleep schedule my beautiful sleep schedule...

[vandrawsing]

Cornelius Hickey and Cornelius Hickey present : What was that word you said again ?

[miasmaghoul]

Okay, you said you wanted non-sexual prompts, so if this is a no thats totally fine. Could you write like casual piss? I don't know how to word this. No smut involved, just domestic? If that makes sense...

anon please know that the phrase "casual, domestic piss" has been on repeat in my weird little brain since i first read this, and also that i had an idea for it immediately

god i am such a pissboy smh

anyway, here, have some soft rulti ft a little casual, domestic piss.

what a sentence.

Rain is not what you could call a morning person.

He never rouses before noon, at least not willingly, and even when he is awake he simply migrates. Shuffles out of bed and drapes himself dramatically over a sofa to doze back off until someone pays attention to him. Trying to wake Rain up before he's ready is a futile task at best, and at worst a bite risk. Generally this isn't much of a problem - mass is in the evening, there are no strictly scheduled mealtimes or chores, so Rain is free to be as slothful as his heart desires.

Even rehearsal doesn't usually interfere.

On an average day, any practice happens whenever the ghouls feel like it. There's no rhyme or reason to it, really; sometimes they have creative energy that needs expressing, sometimes Dew gets a bug up his ass about working on a solo and drags along company, sometimes Mountain gets in one of his moods and hauls Rain over his shoulder for an impromptu...rhythm session.

Point is, it's not really something that's planned. More of a casual affair, something they do every day but never the same way twice. Again, this works out perfectly for Rain. There's never a rush to start the day, and the others know by now not to expect him at anything close to a reasonable hour.

The issue arises when tours approach.

Unfortunately (for Rain), Copia has proven to be a morning person. Rain (somewhat) silently laments that fact every time Sister Imperator announces a new leg, a new cycle. Every time, Rain hopes it'll be different. That Copia will suddenly despise the idea of singing with the morning sun, that he won't expect them to be up and ready to go by 9am, can you imagine?

(It should be noted that Rain is the only ghoul that actually minds this.)

Alas, this never proves to be the case, and as soon as his phone chimed with the notification of an Imperator meeting Rain knew that his beauty sleep was soon to be severely compromised.

"Next week," Copia had said after Sister Imperator laid out the proposed itinerary. "Next week, on Sunday, we will resume our standard rehearsal schedule."

He'd handed out a list of thirty songs to each of them, a not-so-short list for the ghouls to study and provide input on. An opportunity for them to put together their own setlists to compare and contrast them with one another.

Rain had used his sheet of paper to hide his frown, dreading the fact that Sunday was only five sleeps away.

"I know that face," Swiss had teased when they left the meeting, looping a strong arm around Rain's shoulders. "Someone's being a pouty princess again."

Rain had given him a hiss, but Swiss just grinned at him in that very Swiss way and, well, Rain can never stay mad at him anyway.

"Not all of us look good with eye bags like yours" he'd grumbled, a statement that had wrung a loud ha from Swiss.

"I dunno," he'd snickered, ducking his head to knock his horns with Rain's. "You look pretty damn good when I tire you out."

Rain had rolled his eyes so hard he'd gotten dizzy, but it wasn't an accusation he could deny.

He also couldn't deny Swiss the opportunity to prove his point, and as they lay in the afterglow Rain gives a mighty yawn.

"This's bullshit," he slurs against Swiss' chest, nuzzling into the spot that smells the most like pepper and whisky and old weed. "Who even gets up that early?"

"Most of the abbey is up at dawn," Swiss chuckles, settling into Rain's lanky hold. "You're the exception to the rule, starfish."

Rain would argue, but then Swiss' purr kicks up and he's sinking his fingers into his sweat-damp waves and Rain feels little desire to do more than enjoy the way Swiss envelopes him. The way their skin sticks together with drying sweat, among other things. Swiss had given him a courteous cleanup where it mattered, but Rain's entirely too wiped out for a shower. Wonderfully sore all over, drained, and way too dehydrated to stand up for very long.

He doesn't mind it though - not when it makes him smell like Swiss too.

"Whatever," he grumbles, grabbing the covers and tugging them up over his shoulders. "S'still bullshit."

He's been fighting to keep his eyes open for the last twenty minutes or so, drifting on casual conversation and the brush of Swiss' fingertips along his bare back. Now that they're finally settling in Rain finds himself fading by the second.

"Don' wake me up'n the morning," he adds with another yawn, and the last thing Rain hears before all goes quiet is the raspy little laugh Swiss gives in return.

The next thing he hears is rushing water, creaking pipes and the telltale twitter of birdsong.

It feels like no time at all since he sunk into the peaceful realm of sleep, but when he dares to crack an eye Rain finds himself assaulted by rosy sunlight. Morning. Early, by the look of it. Rain shuts his eyes tight and groans.

"Finally," a deep voice hums, clearly amused. Footsteps pad across the floor and Rain feels the mattress dip behind him. "I've been shaking you for ten minutes."

Swiss reaches up to scratch at the base of one of Rain's horns, affectionate. Rain makes an unhappy sound, as close to a real whine as he ever gets, and Swiss gives his shoulder a squeeze.

"Why 'm I awake?" Rain hates his morning voice, all thick and inelegant. "Did I sleep 'til Sunday?"

"If that's what it takes to get you out of bed," Swiss chuffs, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind Rain's ear. "Let's go, up 'n at 'em," he encourages, regardless of continual grumbly protests. "You might as well get used to existing before lunchtime while you can."

"This is torture," Rain complains, tucking his knees up towards his chest. "Inhumane."

"Good thing we aren't human, I guess."

Rain cracks an eye open just to shoot Swiss' blurry visage a sideways glare. Swiss winks as he lifts the covers just enough to lean down and press a kiss to Rain's shoulder. He rests his chin there after, gives him a warm smile.

"C'mon, raindrop," he lilts, sneaking lithe fingers under the covers. Dragging them along the nape of Rain's neck. "I'm drawing you a bath, surely you can forgive me."

Ah, that would explain the water he can still hear. Rain blinks at him, sluggish.

"Remains to be seen," he grouses, "but it's a start."

Swiss flashes him a grin, and then those warm, cozy covers are ripped from Rain's naked body with no ceremony. He yelps as the chilly morning air hits his skin, more awake than he ever intended to be and scowling at the other ghoul.

"Oh don't make that face," Swiss teases, reaching down to give Rain's nose a gentle flick. "C'mon, I put that weird shit you like in the tub and everything."

Swiss holds Rain's ankle, rubs his thumb over the bony ridge of it while Rain sniffs at the air. Picks up notes of rosemary and peppermint, citrus and rose. The bath salts Mountain had gifted him for Yule, an energizing scent that's sure to chase the exhaustion from his muscles.

Still, he can't give in that easily.

"Fine," he pouts, stretching his legs and not at all adoring the way Swiss' fingers glide along his skin. "But only if you carry me."

The words earn him an extreme eye roll, but Swiss can't hide his amusement. He heaves a mighty sigh, cracks his neck and knuckles, and Rain most definitely doesn't watch the muscles in his arms and chest flex.

"As you command, princess."

Swiss says it with an exaggerated bow, and then he's scooping Rain up with no further preamble. Rain snickers, looping his arms around Swiss' neck and nuzzling into his shoulder. He's warm and solid, comfy, and if the walk to the bathroom was more than ten steps Rain could very easily drift off again.

As it stands, he's being set down far too soon for his liking, letting out a squeak when his bare ass meets the cold marble of his vanity. Swiss kisses him on the forehead when Rain frowns once again, giving his stomach a little tickle just to make him squirm.

"You want it hot or scalding?" Swiss asks as he strides to the tub, steam wafting around him. Rain stares unabashedly at his ass, eyes tracing the obvious bite mark he left there the night before.

"Boil me like a lobster," Rain sighs, stretching his arms over his head and trilling at the way his spine pops. Swiss gives him a thumbs up, twisting the faucet knobs while Rain yawns. "How much salt did you put in?"

"Enough to make you smell like the greenhouse for a week," Swiss replies, testing the temperature and only hissing a little at the heat. Rain takes a deep breath, taking in the herbal steam and letting it soak into his skin. "Mount'll be all over you."

"Don't sound so jealous," Rain says with a sleepy tilt, scratching at his chest, "you can share me once in a while."

Swiss snorts as he wipes his hand on the bath mat, turning back with a lazy smile on his face. Rain blows him a kiss while he swings his feet, ankles crossed, and doesn't complain when Swiss crowds him closer to the mirror ar his back. Palms planted on the vanity so he can lean in and nose at Rain's temple.

"You assume I want to share," Swiss rumbles, possessive fangs grazing Rain's jaw. It gives him the shivers in the best way, but Swiss doesn't push further. He steps back so Rain can see the sparkle in his golden eyes, the wrinkles at their corners. He's beautiful, and if Rain were in a more giving mood he'd say so. As it stands...

"You can cope," he mumbles, nose in the air, and earns another eye roll. Rain sticks his tongue out at the other ghoul just because he can, reaching for his comb to try and work out some of the knots Swiss gifted him last night. Before he can grab it, though-

"Ah," Swiss interrupts, batting at Rain's hand. Rain raises a brow as Swiss picks up the comb instead, moving to stand in front of him again. "You're playing princess this morning, remember?" He twirls the comb between two fingers, the same motion he does when he steals Mountain's sticks. "Lemme take care of you like one."

Swiss offers a roguish wink, and while some part of Rain knows that an offer like this - especially from Swiss - always comes with caveats, he can't find it in himself to argue. Blame it on sleep deprivation (nine hours isn't nearly enough), but all he can do is hum and nod.

"If you insist," he yawns, leaning forward to rest his cheek gainst Swiss' pecs, "but don't be surprised if you put me back to sleep."

Swiss' laugh resonates through his skull, dull claws scratch at his scalp, and the purr that kicks up in Rain's chest when he begins to comb is one he has no control over.

Swiss talks to him while he works, picking out every tangle he can find. Talks about everything and nothing, from the places they'll be playing this next tour, to the fitting for their new uniforms. Rain hums where appropriate, but mostly he drifts. Basks in the scratch of Swiss' chest hair against his cheek and the care with which he fixes his hair. It can't take more than a few minutes, but it feels like forever in the best way.

"Alright," Swiss eventually murmurs, stroking delicate fingers through Rain's knot-free waves. A delightful feeling that could put Rain back to sleep all on its own. "Ready for the bath, your highness?"

Rain huffs out a soft laugh, nips at his chest just hard enough to make Swiss jump. He's woozy when he sits up, half present and more than a little floaty, so relaxed he may yet melt into the sink beside him. He yawns again, smacks his lips while Swiss twirls a curl around his finger.

"Mm," Rain hums with a bleary blink. He reaches up to sling both arms around Swiss' neck, pulling him down for a quick kiss. "Almost," he sighs against Swiss' mouth. The other ghoul pulls back, gives him a quizzical look. "Gotta pee first," Rain elaborates, shooing Swiss away. "C'mon, lemme up."

"Nah," Swiss replies, waving a hand, and it takes Rain a second to register it. He grins again, happy as a clam, and then he's hoisting Rain up by the backs of his thighs and all Rain can do is scrabble at his back with a yelp, clinging.

"What the -"

Before he can get the words out, Swiss is setting him down again, right in front of the toilet. Lets Rain get his feet under him, holding his hips until he's balanced, and then he's pressing a quick kiss to his horn. Rain blinks up at him, opens his mouth to speak, but then Swiss is turning him on the spot. Snuggling himself right up to Rain's back and hooking his chin over his shoulder, dragging the tip of his nose along the shell of his ear.

"As you wish," he croons, low, and Rain chuckles. Leans back into that broad chest and moves to aim at the bowl, eager to empty himself so he can finally slide into the herbal soup Swiss has so lovingly prepared.

Swiss grabs his wrist before he can manage it, though, and Rain just stares at it. Blinks. Swiss lifts his hand to his lips, kisses Rain's palm.

"Uh-uh," he breathes, warm against his skin, "I told you, sweetheart," another kiss, to the inside of Rain's wrist, "lemme take care of you."

Rain shivers at the feel of a large hand coming to rest low on his stomach, the one holding his wrist guiding in to rest over Swiss' own hand. Rain stares down at them, laces his fingers with Swiss', and heaves a deep sigh when Swiss' other hand slides over his hip. Tracing the line of his happy trail with two fingertips, until he reaches the soft swell of Rain's cock.

Swiss takes it in hand, aims, and Rain feels the strangest bloom of warmth in his chest.

"Go on," Swiss encourages, kissing the hinge of his jaw, "when you're done I'll even scrub your back."

"You'd do that anyway," Rain replies, and Swiss gives him a half shrug.

"A little incentive never hurts."

Rain snorts, but doesn't feel the need to argue. He takes in the way his cock looks in Swiss' hand, pale against his skin, nothing sexual about it regardless of their position. Of the way he can feel every inch of Swiss against his back, warm and comfortable and familiar. It's intimate, to be sure, but in a context Rain isn't sure he's ever felt before.

Rain offers a pleased sigh when the last drops hit the water, lets Swiss give it a couple shakes, and then he's turning in his arms. Planting a kiss on his stubbled chin.

He gives Swiss' hand a squeeze, presses it into his belly, and both of them groan when the first few dribbles leak out. It's no time before Rain can let go fully, a steady stream of relief, silly giggles escaping him when Swiss moves his dick around to draw shapes in the water. Swirls and circles and a their initials, because Swiss doesn't know how not to be a sap.

"Better?"

"Better," Rain smiles, wrapping long arms around Swiss' waist. "Now get me in that tub, I'm sick of being sticky."

Swiss laughs, gives him a squeeze, and this time Rain's expecting to be lifted.

"Such a princess," Swiss complains, lowering him into the steaming bath, and Rain groans. Swiss ruffles his hair, wasting no time in sliding into the tub behind him.

"Guess that makes you my prince," Rain mumbles, resting back against him the moment Swiss settles, and the pleased purr that rattles through his chest is almost enough to turn it into a jacuzzi.

[mcx7demonbros]

Preparations

Ft. Klein, OM! Boys

C/W: none

Summary: Klein’s birthday is coming up, so the Brothers prepare to celebrate his birthday.

This fic is the very first part of Happy Birthday, Klein’ 22 series.

Tuesday, July 26

It was past midnight, Lucifer had finally completed his work and was preparing for bed. However, Lucifer couldn’t sleep, he felt like he had forgotten something. In the end, he opened his phone to look at the schedule for the week.

Thursday, July 28, Klein’s birthday

It’s the day after tomorrow. Lucifer couldn’t believe he nearly forgot the very birthday of his beloved.

Seven Demon Brothers group chat

[Call incoming]

“Couldn’t you leave it until morning?”

“Lucifer, you ruined by beauty sleep.”

“Lucifer, I lost.”

“It’s alright, I’m in the kitchen anyways.”

“Silence, all of you! I have an urgent matter we need to discuss.”

“What is it, Lucifer?”

“It’s about Klein.”

Suddenly, all became silent and began to show their interest.

“July 28th is Klein’s birthday.”

“Eh, isn’t that the day after tomorrow?”

“But we still have today and tomorrow to prepare, right?”

“With Klein’s personality, he would be expecting a pompous celebration.”

“Oi oi, we would have no time to prepare.”

“Mammon, what’s your opinion? You haven’t said a word.”

“Ah, I remember, today it was Mammon’s turn to be with Klein.”

*jealousy filled the air*

“I haven’t said a word because I want to think, definitely not because I don’t want to wake Klein up.”

“So what’s your opinion?”

“We just have to do our best, right? If Klein wants a pompous celebration, we will give him the grandest one. Doesn’t Klein have a butler named Cedric? I think we should ask him about the celebration.”

“Alright. I will give him a call.”

Klein’s Invincible Fortress

Cedric was sleeping when he heard his phone ringing. As Cedric isn’t a human, he’s very conscious and can wake up easily.

“Lord Lucifer, what can I help you with?” Cedric answered the phone with a smile. He had known the reason why Lucifer called him.

“I want to ask you what do you usually do for Klein’s birthday.”

“Ah, that. First, it depends on which day of the week Klein’s birthday falls on. If it’s not Sunday, we will have two parties, one private for him and his closed ones on his birthday, one public ball-like party at night accompanied by fireworks and preceded by public procession in the morning. All the public celebrations are held on the Sunday after July 28th, because Young Master doesn’t want to disrupt work during the week. If the birthday falls on Sunday, the the private party will be on Saturday night.”

“…” Lucifer was completely speechless, even Diavolo doesn’t have such as grand celebration for his birthday. Fireworks were acceptable, but procession, that’s like mobilizing the whole army.

“Since Young Master is in Devildom for the exchange program, I hope you can give you his desired birthday celebrations. I will bring the Invincible Fortress to Devildom on Sunday, since it will be the venue for the public party, but other things, I have to count on you.”

And the call was hung up before Lucifer could say anything.

Morning, July 26

“Ahahahaha” Diavolo couldn’t help but laugh after hearing the story from Lucifer.

“Diavolo, I hope you can help us.”

“Alright. I approve. You are Seven Rulers of Devildom, let the military forces of Devildom serve you.”

Right that morning, each of the Avatars of Sin called their respective subordinates in the government and army.

“I want all of you to be present at Devildom’s capital by 06:00 on Sunday.” The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy shouted on the phone.

“06:00 on Sunday, July 31, don’t let me repeat myself.” Satan called the land forces.

“I know your beauty sleep is important, but please be present before 06:00 on next Sunday. Tell that to other succubus and incubus.”

Right after finishing everything, the seven began to prepare for the private party on Thursday night, shopping, decor, presents, etc.

“Hehehe, look like my birthday this year will be fun.” Klein mumbled when saw Mammon and Beel loaded with shopping bags through the magic mirror on the face of Mirror Monster.

Klein Masterlist

Happy Birthday, Klein ‘22 Masterlist

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Marked by an Angel PART 1 Collab with @samros95​

Pairing: sub! Angel! Yoongi x Dom! Demon! Noona! reader ft. Demon! Jimin ft. Demon! Jin ft. Angel! Hoseok

Warnings: smut, angst, spit play, blood drinking, hand job (m) receiving, blow job (m) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

Tag List (perm): @mochilicious-yoongi​ @heyimtavia

Y/N:

It was unusual for him to call you like this, out of the blue, during the day. You had scheduled nights to see each other and right now it was neither night nor one of your usual evenings. Normally you would turn him down, but he sounded so desperate on the phone, you just couldn’t say no. Here you were, dressed in your signature all black, huge black sunglasses to keep the sun at bay as you made your way through the streets of Purgatory. Min Yoongi wasn’t a normal Angel, he was a general for their leader, Kim Namjoon. Which means you needed to make your way into Heaven, not as abnormal as it sounds. Demon and Angels crossed the barrier lines often, many fornicating, many just to fuck around with “friends” or just to fuck around with rivals. You hated that Yoongi lived among the hierarchy especially when he claimed to hate it and his position but who were you to judge. You yourself were the highest-level assassin and gifted Soul Reaper for Kim Seokjin, a position you have grown to despise as well.

You head in the direction of the great staircase, smirking when you lock eyes with one of the gatekeepers. You give a small nod and walk past, knowing you’d die before showing your ID to get through the pearly gates. Instead, you head past the entrance and off towards the River Styx. “Ferryman.” You greet the decrepit caped man seated on his Ferry. “Demon.” He greets back. “I need backdoor access into Heaven.” He looks up at you with his cloudy eyes and grimaces. “I need a taste.” You wince at his request. “A drop.” “A gulp!” You swallow hard but nod. ‘Fucking Min Yoongi.’ You thought to yourself, noting to punish him later. You move towards the ferryman and tug up your sleeve, using your sharpest nail to carve a line in your wrist. His eyes widen as he catapults forward to slurp on your flowing vein. You groan in disgust at his moans. Demons and Angels blood sold for thousands on the black market for their healing properties. In large doses, their affects could last days or weeks but in small ones only hours. “That’s enough!” You shout, shoving him onto his back, licking your wound close. He drops happily, licking his lips and panting. “Thank Namjoon.” He moans. You roll your eyes, watching the decrepit man begin to age backwards to a young adult.

You raise an eyebrow at how handsome he is. “Praise Seokjin,” You scoff, “My ride?” “A deal is a deal.” He stands now, waving you to follow him to his ferry. You allow him to help you in. He begins to row his boat in the direction of the gates, but rather than move towards them directly, he makes a slight right, flowing with the river current towards a tunnel beneath them. He whispers an incantation under his breath and a door in the tunnel appears. A loud clang rings through when the doors open and soon Heavens lights beam through at you both. He rows forward, stopping when he makes it through the doors. “This is where I leave you Demon. Ferrymen are not welcome beyond this point.” You nod, standing and stepping out into the tunnel. “Thank you, Ferryman.” He smiles. “Your Angel can get you back Demon. Enjoy.” He smirks, disappearing with a clap of his hands.

You make your way through the streets of Heaven, your head spinning from your heightened sense of smell, another one of your gifts. Angels always had a distinct smell to you, like cinnamon and honey. Some had stronger muskier scents like Yoongi, he always smelled woodsy to you. He was always different from the other Angels, his scent, mannerisms, all different from what you were used to. His voice ringing in your head now. “You should wear white when you come to Heaven to see me Noona. It will keep heads from turning.” You looked around at all the disgusted faces. Demons were not welcome in Heaven, regardless of business or not. “Demon bitch.” A man whispers as you walk past. You smirk, deciding to not respond. Seokjin forbid, Namjoon get word you were moving around heaven, let alone attacking citizens. You lift your head, a very distinct smell hitting you. It was no Angel scent. It was instead sulfur mixed with lilies. There was only one Demon you knew with such a distinct scent. You look around for its owner and smile when all the Angels begin to walk past you without a care in the world. “I’m intrigued to know what you’re doing here.” Jimin suddenly appears beside you. “Just scouting the competition.” You respond, turning to face him. His eyes are lit up red and you know he’s using his gift of Altered Perception to keep you both from being noticed. “Noona, we are all deviant creatures. It’s ok if you’re looking for a meal. I too am bored. They have such delectable Trainees in the Ethereal Guards. You may find something you like. Come with?” He pouts. You smirk. “As I said before, I’m scouting. Seokjin forbid I get caught slacking.” “Mm, yes, daddy’s pet has to be on her best behavior always. Well, if you change your mind.” He bites the tip of his finger and holds it out to you. “It’ll keep the Angel scum from seeing you while you move about.” You nod, wrapping your mouth around his finger, his wound healing as soon as you unlatch.

“Be careful old girl.” He smirks, spinning and disappearing in a puff of grey smoke. You release the nervous sigh you had been holding onto, moving faster now through the crowd. You arrive at Yoongi’s apartment complex, walking past the guard in the lobby, and straight for the elevator. When you get to the penthouse you exit the elevator, walking to his front door, entering the lock code into the keypad. You are immediately hit with his scent mixed with his need, your senses going into overdrive. You turn into his bedroom to see him standing by his bed, squinting at you in confusion, his erection unabashedly on display through his white linen pants. “Noona? You look, so beautiful.” You swallow hard, feeling your face blush. “What are you saying?” You snip. “Your hair. The flowers, the dress.” He describes and you look down at your body, at the black leather pants and black corset you’re wearing. “What,” You begin, eyes widening with realization, “Altered Perception.” “What?” He tilts his head. “You’re seeing me the way you imagine me. It’s Jimin’s gift, your perception is being altered because I drank his blood.” He stands straighter, covering his erection with his hands. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were just with someone.” You smirk, walking towards him to remove his hands from his rigid member and instead replacing them with yours. He whimpers at your touch.

“Oh Angel, did you think Noona would ever sleep with some lowly Demon over you?” You slowly palm him, his excitement leaking and staining the front of his pants. “I, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. It’s just, bloodletting is so, intimate.” “Not for me. It was a favor to keep me from being seen while I was here. It’s dangerous for me here.” “I know. I’m sorry. Thank you for coming. I know it’s not our normal day, but I missed you.” He confesses. “Do you have any idea what I had to do to get here?” He shakes his head, moving his hips in succession with your hand. “Take your pants off Angel.” He swallows hard, removing the article of clothing quickly, his large cock springing forward. You grip it hard before gently stroking his full length. He throws his head back, his precum spilling out into your palm. “How long have you been this hard Angel?” “Two days.” Your eyes widen and your cunt leaks at the thought of his resolve. “Such a good boy, waiting for his Noona.” You praise. “I waited as long as I could but today it was too painful.” “Spit on it.” You command, his reddened engorged tip resting in your opened palm. “What?” He questions. “Spit on your cock for Noona.” You whisper, palming his balls with your free hand. He mewls, nodding. He moves his jaw around, gathering his lubricant in his mouth, slowly allowing the spit to drip from his soft pout and onto his tip. You release a heated sigh at the sight, closing your fist around his tip and stroking him quickly. His body shudders, your name leaving his mouth in soft whispers over and over while you build up his high.

“Uh, please, I’m going to cum.” He warns. “Not yet you’re not.” You state to his desperate eyes, releasing his cock and shoving him onto the bed. He cries out, stretching his needy body from the lost orgasm. “Top off Angel.” He pants, removing his sweater. “Fuck! This skin. It’s so gorgeous.” You growl, moving forward and biting a red mark onto his chest. He moans, jolting his hips upward. You move to your knees and take his full length in your mouth. “Ah, fuck, Noona!” You glide up and down his cock, taking him to the back of your throat. You come up a moment for air, gathering all the moisture in your mouth. You look him deep in his eyes, gripping his cheeks. He opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, allowing you to spit onto it. “Spit on your cock.” He is completely out of breath, spitting a mixture of your saliva onto the tip of his cock. You grip his shaft, moving up and down with the ease. “Noona.” He whines, hitching his hips upward into your fist. His head falling back while he keeps pace with you. Your phone begins ringing and Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Please Noona, ignore it, please. I need to cum so bad.” You stroke faster, his breath quickening. “Yes, please, don’t stop. I’m so close.” Your phone rings again and you release Yoongi’s angered cock. “No! No! Fuck!” He whines.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and put a finger to your lip. “Jin, how are you?” You answer. Yoongi’s eyes tighten to slits at the name that leaves your mouth. You get off your knees, sitting on the bed now, leaning up on the pillows. Yoongi looks at you with defiance. “Y/N, I need you to come see me. We have much to discuss.” You swallow nervously at the request. “Everything ok?” You question. Watching Yoongi watch you. “No, everything is not ok. Since when do you ask questions? I need you to come see me and that’s it!” He shouts. Yoongi growls and you give him an angered look. “What are you doing?” Jin’s voice comes into your ear. “Nothing. I’m... home.” Yoongi’s breath quickens in anger and he moves towards you, latching his mouth onto your neck, sucking at the flesh. You bite your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. “Well, we have an emergency here and I need my right hand by my side. Besides, shouldn’t you be out scouting?” “Of course,” You stutter, “I was getting ready to do just that.” There is a pause and then Jin scoffs. “Are you with someone?” “No, what would make you ask that?” You swallow. “It’s been a while since we fucked. I’m sure you’re in need. Come quickly and we can get a quick fuck in.” He immediately hangs up and Yoongi unlatches from your throat. You turn to meet Yoongi’s teary gaze.

“You fuck him?” He grumbles, fighting back his tears. “No. At least, not anymore.” You answer as honestly as you can. “Who fucks their boss?” He moves away from you. “Angel, please.” “Fuck you! You’re just like the rest of your kind. Liars.” He shouts, snatching his pants from the ground. You grab him quickly and slam him onto the bed. “Shh, my sweet Angel. No one touches me anymore. Only you. I promise.” You comfort him, kissing his cheeks and soon his pout. He resists at first but soon open his mouth for you to swirl your tongue around his. “Promise?” He whispers into your kisses. You nod, unzipping your leather pants. He moans, running his large hands down your back, gripping your bare ass. “Let’s me show you Angel.” He growls like a jaguar, the scent of jealousy releasing from his pores, and you chuckle. “You gonna change on me baby?” You ask, standing to remove your pants. He lays before you his rigid cock twitching in anticipation for your cunt. His body steams as his eyes glow blue, a lighthearted threat from the gifted Transmutationist. You moan, straddling him. “You don’t scare me Angel. I’ll tame any form you choose to take.” You smirk, lowering yourself onto his cock. He growls again, his eyes glowing brighter when you begin to ride him quickly. You throw your head back, moaning loudly. He licks at your exposed neck, wrapping an arm around your waist to lift you up and down his member faster.

“That’s it Angel. Fuck this cunt.” Yoongi growls, flipping you over suddenly angling his needy cock into you so it rubs along your g-spot. You claw at his back, earning moan after moan from him. “Mine.” He growls, his sweat dripping onto your face. “Yours.” You assure him, wiping his dark locks from his forehead. Your mouth falls open. “Fuck, Yoongi, feels so good. Don’t stop.” You gasp, your orgasm sparking up from deep within you and shooting through your body steadily. You cry out his name, your pussy slick with your climax as he continues to pound into you. “I’m going to cum.” He whispers. “Yes Angel, fill me up.” He presses his forehead against yours, his hips staggering for a moment. “Hyung, Are you here?” You hear from Yoongi’s living room. “Don’t stop.” You tell Yoongi, nearly gagging on the scent of the sweet smell of Heaven’s dutiful Arch Angel Jung Hoseok. “I can’t. It’s too good. I’m cumming.” He pants, crying out your name. His seed shooting out into your warmth, leaking out with his continued thrust. “Hyung?” Hoseok emerges into Yoongi’s room. You turn your head away quickly to avoid being seen. “OUT!” Yoongi yells. “Shit! Sorry.” Hoseok shouts, running out.

“He’s gone.” Yoongi whispers. You turn to look up at him. “You think he saw me?” “No, he’s clueless.” “I should get going.” “To Jin?” He inquires. “To work.” You push him off you. “Why didn’t you tell me that you two were a thing?” “Should we exchange list?” You snap. “It’s different, he’s the king of the underworld.” “Don’t do this Yoongi. We just had a beautiful moment.” “Why do you avoid everything?” “Because I don’t answer to you. Now, I’m leaving.” You tug on your pants, standing to leave. “Noona, please. Don’t leave upset.” “Too late. Goodbye.” You say, walking out of his bedroom. You look about for Hoseok but don’t see him and make haste to the elevator. You’re gone no more than 5 minutes when your phone goes off with a text.

Angel: ‘Please don’t be upset with me. I’m sorry. Please, can I see you tonight?’

Me: ‘No.’

He doesn’t respond and for that you are grateful.  

[kzuhadovey]

all you want

character: bokuto x f!reader

type: fluff

warnings: -

song recommendations: beautiful - bazzi ft camila cabello

i should post fluff more lol-

The night wind felt light and soft against your face as you headed to the clubrooms. Training camp was an annual thing for your team- it helped them improve and also helped connections a lot. You were the manager of Karasuno, they were your pride and joy. Most of the boys had finished practice, but you knew that some of the boys were still awake. Coach Ukai had sent you to remind them to sleep- at 9 pm. You were in a short crop-top and sweatpants, hair slicked back into a bun. Your eyes caught sight of one of the courts still lit up and you sigh. You kind of hated interacting with the other teams- they were very intimidating.

“Hello!” You shouted, catching the boys’ attention. They all glanced at you- you recognized them, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Akaashi, and… “Eh? Who’s this?” The unfamiliar boy said. His jersey said that he was from Fukurodani- eh, he must have not introduced himself yet. “Ah! Hello! My name’s Y/N- I’m the manager of Karasuno.” You said quietly, bowing at the boy. He had fiery gray hair, with small streaks of black. His eyes were a sharp tone of honey and he had a cheerful smile on. “Anyways- you should all sleep. We all have a big day tomorrow, don’t spend all night practicing.” You said. Kuroo has a smug smirk on and Tsukishima- well his face is always flat. “It’s 9 PM. Let’s not spend all night practicing, alright?” You advise as you get ready to head out again. “Yes Y/N- we’ll finish up in a sec,” Akaashi says as he heads over to play again. Kuroo shoots you a wink and you roll your eyes- Kuroo did like to tease. “Good night!” You shout before walking out, ready to crawl in bed again. You of course, before heading out, couldn’t ignore the fact that the unfamiliar boy was ogling you- especially your face. You smile to yourself- he was nice.

“H-Hey hey hey! Y/N!”

You flinch at the voice. “Hello- fukurodani man.” You quietly say, turning around, being greeted by two bright yellow eyes. “Hi! My- my name’s Bokuto Koutarou, Captain of the Fukurodani volleyball team!” The boy shouts- making you chuckle awkwardly. Who the hell was this hyperactive man? “You’re… really pretty. Tomorrow comes and goes before you know- so I just had to let you know- I like you! You’re beautiful and even if I don’t know you a lot- I hope we can hang out more!” Bokuto blubbered. The gears in your head had to process before you let out an amused chuckle. “Thank you, Kou.” You said, and his cheeks redden instantly. “Here, let me give you my number. We can talk about the details over text.” You mutter, scratching down a number on his arm. He has big beefy arms- you just noticed that. “I’ll see you soon, Kou!” You say excitedly as you walk away from a flustered Bokuto. “Akaashi, she likes me too!!!”

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“Baby!!” Bokuto’s shrill voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you immediately turn to greet your now boyfriend of 6 years. Ever since that tiny interaction in front of a simple court, you and Bokuto have been dating. You supported Bokuto throughout all of college and his decision to try and be a professional volleyball player. You adored him- he had the sweetest and liveliest soul, and not to mention all of his beautiful features. You were very lucky to have him. “Kou! Hi, hi, hi.” You quickly say as you collect your purse. “Let’s go- I have a tight schedule, my love,” Kotarou says as he pecks your cheek quickly and drags you somewhere. You were currently in Nekoma High School, why was he even here? “What are we doing here?” You ask as you observe the familiar interior of the school. You smiled softly to yourself as you reminiscence the old memories of your volleyball team. You missed them a lot. “Come, come, I have a surprise for you!” Bokuto says cheerily as he takes you to the area of the courts.

The pathway has slightly been modified. Moss grew on the walls and the old cement tiles were replaced with more sturdy ceramic tiles. “Woaah- I missed going here.” You muttered as Kou takes your hand and kisses it. “You remember this place? This exact place?” Bokuto asks curiously as you looked around cautiously. Of course, you remembered, this was the place where you met Bokuto for the first time. “How could I forget? This was when you- confessed.” You giggled at the memory of his words. Bokuto lets out a loud cough before sighing. “Give me a second, sorry-” Bokuto says nervously as he fumbles around his pockets. He finally pulls out a piece of paper and reads it out loud.

“Y/N. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m on Cloud 9. Every day, I thank God that I get to be with you and wake up next to you- and I feel the happiest when I’m with you. I want to drown in those beautiful eyes of yours, I want to talk with you endlessly while laying in your arms, I want you to be the one I come home to every night. I name the stars after our favorite memories- Like when we went skating! O-or when we did karaoke until our throats burned- I- I think I never want to spend a day apart from you anymore. I want to have a family with you- So- uhh- will you marry me?”

The last words were merely audible- what did he say? You observed him closer- he was crying already- and he sniffled every once in a while. He was staring at you, eyes wide open with fear and curiosity. “Did you say- will you marry me?” You finally creak out- not realizing that tears were pricking your eyes. “Y-yes.” Bokuto muttered, scratching his neck. Your heart was racing and thoughts circled your mind.

“Yeah. Sure, I’ll marry you.”

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You smiled softly to yourself as you carried your daughter in your arms. “Okay! Go take a break guys!” The sound of the MSBY coach boomed throughout the court making you cringe a little before entering the court. “Hey everyone!” You greeted as you entered the court. The boys’ eyes all landed on you and your daughter. “UWAAA- LOOK AT MY NIECE ISN’T SHE SO PRETTY!!” Hinata shouts as he makes a run to hug your daughter. “Shoyo! Shhh- she’s gonna cry if you’re loud.” You scold, covering your clueless daughter’s ears. “Sorry! But can I hold her? Please?” Hinata asks, giving you puppy eyes. “I’m sorry these boys are being a hassle, Y/N.” Meian suddenly comes up behind you and picks up your child. “Hello, my dear. How are you?” Meian mutters as the baby smiles happily in his arms. “Hey! Let me carry her too! I’m her favorite uncle.” Atsumu hurriedly says as he heads over to Meian.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto says as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Kotaro! Hey!” You say excitedly as you peck him on the cheek. “Listen. I’m gonna be busy the whole day so can you take Ellie home today? Make sure she doesn't die, okay?” You ask, folding your arms. “Pssht- I can take care of Ellie,” Bokuto says nonchalantly. “I don’t want you to drop her again.” You say quickly as you take Ellie from Atsumu’s arms very suddenly. “I’ve sent you a list of what you should pick up from the grocery store today, and- if you need to clean Ellie’s diapers- remember- throw them-” “In a closed trash bin. Got it. I love you, baby. I’ll take care of it.” Bokuto says as he kisses your cheek. “Now- go to your meeting- I’ll be home soon, my love.” You sigh contently as you put Ellie in Bokuto’s arms. This was all you wanted.

A/N: this was a little messy :(( sorry !!

[smileyjaeminies]

My Better Half

Synopsis: As Donghyuck’s schedule gets more and more hectic, you can’t help but growing further apart. As your new relationship with Johnny gets rocky, your delicate balance is thrown off. Will you find a way to overcome the obstacles clogging your way?

Word Count:  11,7 k

Genre: best friend au!, Johnny boyfriend au!, angst, slice of life au!

Warnings: Some language

Member: Donghyuck, ft. the rest of 127

A/N: Okay guys, this has been a long time coming but finally it’s here!! I just adore Donghyuck, maybe a tad bit too much, so I had to do him justice. Also, Lee Donghyuck, sir, please be my best friend?

  You find yourself in front of the familiar building, standing next to the door, contemplating whether or not you should walk in. The rain is pouring over your head and the cars racing by provide the perfect distraction. Your eyes trace over the people passing before you, hidden under their umbrellas and rushing to get away from the rain.

  You stay safe and mostly dry under the protection of your umbrella, cherishing the serenity of the moment. You sit still as the city continues to move and change before you, allowing your thoughts to run wild.

  You should be walking in. You should be sitting on the couch with the other boys, chatting and waiting for the door to open, for him to emerge and take you inside to play video games and eat food until late. For you to crack open some beers and talk about your days, waiting to watch the sunrise and then sleep.

  But you’re not. You remain standing next to the building, afraid to walk in. Afraid to have to wait for hours again. Afraid of the boys patting your shoulder and apologizing on his behalf.

  It shouldn’t hurt this much. Truly, at first it didn’t at all. You would just crash on the couch and sleep until he came back. But then the boys suggested you sleep in his bed since you did that anyway. And yet, sleeping in his bed without feeling his leg slightly pushing yours, being surrounded by his scent and not him, was too overwhelming.

  So you stood in the rain and waited. Maybe you waited for him to come, scold you for not stepping in. Maybe you wanted to leave him hanging for once. As you waited for the decision to be made for you, you saw a familiar figure walking up to you.

  “Y/N?” He asked.

  “Hey Johnny, what’s up?” you asked, acting nonchalant and greeting the boy.

  “What are you doing standing in the rain? Come in with me!” he offered.

  The decision was made. You were walking to the elevator with Johnny, catching up and cracking jokes, while your mind was screaming that you should go back home. You walked the familiar corridor and Johnny let you in the apartment.

  Doyoung’s head popped out of the kitchen, his face lighting up when he saw you. You were too busy taking off your shoes, so you didn’t notice him coming to you until he was crushing you in a hug.

  “Finally! It’s my favourite person in the world!” he said and you laughed, hugging him back.

  “I missed you too” you confessed.

  “Don’t let Donghyuck hear this” Johnny mumbled and Doyoung stuck his tongue out at him.

  You lightly hit both boys, chuckling at their pained expressions.

  “Whatever. Hyuck had Y/N for like 7 years before me, my turn now!” Doyoung stated as all of you walked further inside the apartment.

  It was true. You and Donghyuck had met on the first day of high school and had immediately hated each other. You found him loud and annoying, every single one of his remarks making your head ring. He found you bland and uninteresting, leading to the both of you keeping your distance from the other for a couple of years.

  But people change as they grow up and soon enough, you discovered the sweet and caring side of Donghyuck. He was pleased to discover your love for video games and movies much like the ones he liked. And the friendship stuck all throughout high school and Donghyuck’s training and debut, throughout the difficult year of your SATs and until today.

  More people started crowding the living room you were sitting at. It was true, you hadn’t been at the dorms for a while, but then again you hadn’t seen your best friends in forever. You plastered a fake smile on your face as you mindlessly chatted with the boys.

  After a while, Doyoung asked you to cook something for them and you agreed, happy to have something manual to do. After taking a look at the fridge and the pantry, you cooked up on of the few things you knew how to make and called the boys to eat.

 The screen of your phone opened to tell the time. 22:03. “It’s still early. He might still show up”, you told yourself as you saved a serving for him and sat down to eat with everyone.

  After eating, one by one the boys thanked you for the food and went back to their rooms. You found yourself sitting with Yuta and Doyoung who was flipping through movies to watch on Netflix.

 “Spirited away? Again?” Yuta asked.

 “It’s a classic! Besides, Y/N loves this movie, right?” he said, turning to look at you.

 However, you were too preoccupied staring at the screen of your phone to listen. With a light nudge from Doyoung, you looked up to the two boys who were curiously beholding you.

  “He’ll be here. Don’t worry.” Yuta tried to console you.

  Doyoung avoided your gaze and you huffed in frustration.

  “I don’t know. I don’t even know anymore. I didn’t want to come. If it weren’t for Johnny I wouldn’t be here right now.” You confessed.

  “Y/N, I need you to believe me when I say this, not just because I’m his friend, but because it’s the truth. He’s doing his best.” Yuta said.

  “You think I don’t know that? I know he’s busy and that he’s handling more than he can bear. And I know I can’t help and I’m probably just a waste of time-” you were saying, when Doyoung cut you off.

  “I’m going to stop you right there. Just because Donghyuck is having a hard time you shouldn’t put yourself down to pick him up. You’ve been a great friend, not just to him, but to us all. And every time he calls, you’re on the other end of the line to listen. You’ve rushed here in sweatpants and a T-shirt just to be there for him more times than I can count, so don’t you dare say you’re not a good friend or just a waste of time. Because you aren’t, Y/N. If anything, you’re too good.” Doyoung said and immediately walked out of the room.

  Silence wrapped around the room as you avoided Yuta’s eyes and tried to process Doyoung’s words. You knew you should probably walk into his room and talk about it, but your heart was racing too fast and your head was heavy. You couldn’t really think straight, so you sunk into the silence, trying to get your feelings under control and your thoughts in order.

  It took several minutes for Yuta to speak up, minutes that felt like hours.

  “If it counts for something, I think you’re a great friend too. I didn’t mean to imply…” Yuta said, his voice almost a whisper.

  “I know, Yuta. I know.” You reassured him.

  Yuta held your gaze for a few moments, before getting up and walking to his room.

  “You should get some sleep” he stated matter-of-factly, disappearing behind the door.

  You huffed in frustration once again. You clicked the screen on your phone. 00:38. Yuta was right. You should sleep.

  You made your way to Donghyuck and Johnny’s shared room, to find Johnny laid on top of his covers shirtless, in some loose shorts and staring at the screen of his phone. He turned to smile at you as you walked in and you thanked the darkness of the room for concealing your blush.

  Truth was, you had harbored a crush for the boy next to you for a long time. But you knew a relationship wasn’t what he needed at the given moment of his career, so you settled for beholding him from afar and being his friend. Not that you and Johnny were especially close but… His acquaintance maybe?

  You shuffled in Donghyuck’s bed as silence reigned over the room. You shut your eyes, trying to calm your breathing.

  “Y/N?” Johnny asked next to you.

  “Yeah?” you said, turning around in the covers to face him.

  “I’m sorry. He-” Johnny started, but you cut him off.

  “Johnny, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. And I know it’s not Donghyuck’s either. It just… Sucks. I miss my best friend.” You confessed, more tired than annoyed.

  “I just wanted to say that… Both your feelings are justified. I don’t think my words are any help but I just felt that maybe you’d want to hear this right now.” He said

  “Thank you Johnny, really” you told him.

  He smiled at you, his face lit by his phone screen and to you, he hadn’t ever been more beautiful. You returned the smile and felt your eyes drifting closed.

  “Tell you what.” Johnny said, making you open your eyes again. “If he doesn’t show up until three, tomorrow morning I’m taking you on a coffee date”

  You closed your eyes again and tried to contain your racing heart from running into his hands. In an effort to keep your cool, you shuffled further in the comforter, only mumbling a little “Sure” as an answer to his offer. And despite your heart hammering at your chest, sleep claimed you rather quickly.

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   A slight nudge on your shoulder and your name being called softly roused you from what felt like mere minutes of sleep. You pried your eyes open to see Donghyuck in front of you.

  He looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes evident even in the dark room. He looked thinner than the last time you saw him, the chubby cheeks you loved to squeeze long forgotten. His smile was just as bright though, reaching his eyes with seemingly no effort.

 “Hyuck… What time is it?” you managed, still trying to wake yourself up.

  “Almost five… Y/N I’m so sorry, I tried to get away but...” his voice trailed off.

  “Get me one of your hoodies” you told him.

  “What?” he asked, confused.

  “We still have like half an hour before the sunrise, let’s go to the roof. Or we could just crash here” you offered, sitting up on the bed.

  He beamed at you, shaking his head and turning to scour one of his drawers for a hoodie to offer you. You walked out on your tip- toes, not wanting to wake Johnny or the others up.

  Within minutes, you found yourself sitting on a small blanket on the familiar rooftop, Hyuck’s head laid flat on your stomach as you waited for the sun to burst with colour.

  05:12 the clock on your phone read as you run your fingers through your best friend’s hair. He was going on about this new choreography he was practicing with Dream, and you asked about his Europe tour which made him sit up and face you.

  He talked animatedly, moving his hands and going back and forth in his story. You were smiling at him, absorbing the new information and feeling overall grateful for the time you spent together.

  And then, the first rays of the sun peaked over the mountains. You were listening to Hyuck, but you didn’t fail to notice the tiniest change from black to blue. Your breath hitched at your throat, making you stare past Donghyuck and onto the ever-changing colours dawn brought. He saw that you were distracted and stopped mid-sentence, turning to follow your gaze.

  There was a stillness in the moments that followed as Donghyuck laid back down next to you. You marveled as the world changed before your eyes, the colours the sky assumed remaining unnamed as they changed within seconds, bring a new day to existence.

  Once it was all over and the sky dressed in its well-known blue colour, you turned to Donghyuck. You found him peacefully asleep next to you, soft snores falling from his open mouth.

  “I don’t need sleep my ass” you chuckled, using one of Donghyuck’s quotes.

  You shuffled closer to him, resting your head right next to his. He instinctively laid his arm over your back and you smiled at him, your previous anger long forgotten.

  Your eyes started falling shut once again, as peaceful sleep overtook you both.

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 The relentless rays of the sun shining over your head roused you a few hours later. You rubbed your eyes, cursing your decision to sleep on the roof. You were sore all over, your back hurting most of all.

  You turned to face your best friend beside you, finding him blissfully unaware. He was still sleeping soundly and you did your best to give him as much rest as you possibly could.

  You opened your phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram and enjoying the morning. Hyuck’s rhythmic breathing calmed you down, despite the ruckus of the city below you.

  It had only been a couple of minutes after you woke up, when you heard Hyuck’s phone buzz over his head. Looking at it, you saw Mark’s name pop up on the screen.

  You got up, phone in hand, walking a few feet away from Donghyuck’s sleeping form before answering the call.

  “Good morning” you chirped over the phone.

  “Oh my God, Y/N is that you?” he asked.

  “Yeah, who else would it be” you chuckled.

  “Doyoung! She’s with Hyuck!” He screamed.

  “Ouch Mark! Lower your voice!” you scolded, glancing quickly at Donghyuck who was thankfully still asleep.

  “Oh, sorry, I should’ve covered the speaker. It’s just that Doyoung almost gathered a search party once he saw you and Hyuck both gone. Where are you by the way?” he asked.

  “We’re at the roof. Donghyuck is still asleep though.” You said.

  “Are you talking with her? Give me the phone!” you heard Doyoung on the other end of the line.

  “Y/N, Doyoung-” Mark started, but he was cut off.

  “Where the FUCK are you two? Do you want to give me a heart attack? Especially after yesterday? I thought you left. Where are you?” He belted out question after question.

  “We’re at the roof. Donghyuck is sleeping although I’m thinking not for much longer with you screaming like that. We’re fine. Do you need something?” you asked.

  “Talk to Mark. And come back down quickly.” He said and you heard him pushing the phone back to Mark’s hands.

  “Hey.” Mark said.

  “Hi” you told him, chuckling.

  “Y/N I’m so sorry to do this… But the Dream manager is looking for him. He has schedules today… You need to wake him up.” Mark told you.

  Your heart caved in your chest. You had barely had an hour with him. You had spent almost all your time sleeping, both of you. Well, he surely needed it, but you needed him. And now he was to be taken right out of your hands again. Great.

  “Yeah Mark, I understand. We’ll be down in a few” you said, your voice evidently smaller.

  You heard Mark reply, but paid it no mind, ending the call. You went back to your spot, sitting next to Donghyuck’s sleeping form. You always marveled at how peaceful he looked when he slept. You were a train wreck, limbs flying everywhere but you joked that he looked just like a baby when he slept.

  You realized that your eyes were filled with tears and you did your best to fight them off. A wave of guilt rushed through you as you gently woke Donghyuck up.

  His eyes opened and a string of profanities left his mouth. He too cursed at the sun for shining so bright, tightly closing his eyes and laying back down.

  “Hyuck, Mark called. Your manager is looking for you, we should get going.” You told him.

  “Are you crying?” He asked, opening his eyes and sitting up.

  “Nah” you replied, brushing off the tears on Donghyuck’s hoodie.

  “Yes, you are. What happened?” he asked, taking hold of both of your hands and turning you to face him.

  “It’s not a big deal it’s just… We barely had any time. And I miss you. That’s all. Please don’t feel guilty. I understand that none of this is your fault it just… Sucks” you finished and you turned to look at him.

  “I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry. You deserve better than this… Listen, they said they’d give us a day off soon. I promise the minute I know when it is, it’ll have your name written all over it. We can work this out. Right?” he asked.

  You held his gaze for a few moments. Friendship did take time and effort, but your friendship with Donghyuck had never been like that. It had always been rants on the school bleachers between classes or calls in the middle of the night. Yet that is what made it special.

 “Of course. We’ll be just fine.” You answered, smiling at him.

  As he pulled you into a hug, you couldn’t help the tears welling up in your eyes. You stayed there for a few moments, enjoying each other’s presence.

  “Hyuck. They’re waiting for you” you reminded him.

  “Right, right. Let’s go.” He said, getting up and helping you pick up your stuff.

  The minute you walked into the apartment, Doyoung was before you. He was seething, his eyes burning and you half hid behind Donghyuck in hopes of softening the blow.

  “What were you thinking??? Everyone has been looking for you! We almost lost our minds when Johnny came down saying you were both gone! Not even a text? How can you be so careless?” he screamed.

  “Doyoung, relax. They aren’t babies, they can do what they want.” Taeil said from his spot on the couch, shooting you a wink as you smiled at him.

  “Look, I’m already late and the manager is waiting for me. We can talk about this later. And let Y/N off the hook too. We did nothing wrong” Donghyuck said, pushing past him and walking to his room.

  “Let’s talk about this. But somewhere more private.” You tried, and Doyoung nodded curtly, leading you to his room.

  You sat down at the corner of the bed as Doyoung took his office chair. The silence was almost stifling as you both tried to find the words to get to each other.

  “I’m sorry” you both spoke up at the same time.

  You smiled sheepishly at him and he mirrored your expression. With a little wave of his hand, he motioned for you to speak up first. You gathered your thoughts once again, taking a big breath before you started talking.

  “We should’ve texted. Donghyuck went out like a light and I laid down next to him without thinking. But we’re okay. I’m sorry though. I never wanted you to worry…” your voice drifted off.

  “I’m sorry for last night. I know I overreacted and I shouldn’t have shut you out. I just… It sucks that you think you’re doing something wrong, when in fact all of us are hurting you more and more. You deserve people who have time for you. I thought you went home, angry with me and I just couldn’t bear the thought. I’m sorry I went out of line this morning. I didn’t know where you could be and I hadn’t seen Hyuck since yesterday morning… I panicked. And then I screamed at you both for no reason. I know you’re adults. My mind knows it, but it’s kind of complicated to accept when I remember the first time he tried to sneak you in the practice room… I’m sorry Y/N” he finished.

  “No amount of time would be enough to spend with you. Or Hyuck, for that matter. I understand, I really do… Some days are just harder than others. I get you’re looking out for us. And I remember that day too. But it’s been years Doyoung, and me and Hyuck both know what we’re doing. You need to trust us a bit more” you tried to explain.

  “I know. I’m trying, you need to believe that” he said, his eyes falling on his hands.

  You laid your hand on top of his, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

  “I know Doyoung. And I love you for it.” You told him.

  He smiled brightly at you, pulling you into a tight hug.

  “Doyoung, I can’t breathe” you managed, as the air from your lungs was failing.

  “Okay, okay. Let’s get you some breakfast.” Doyoung said, leading you back out to the kitchen.

  You found Donghyuck standing in the middle of the living room, typing at his phone. He had probably just stepped out of the shower, pulling on anything he found closer to him to make haste.

  “Hey, are you leaving?” You asked, placing a hand softly on his shoulder.

  “Yeah. They have a car waiting downstairs.” He replied, pulling you into his arms.

  You savored the feeling of his hands around you, as you whispered in each other’s ears. You knew a couple of people were probably watching, but it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before. With one last squeeze, Donghyuck walked out of the door.

  You watched him go and shook your head at your sentimentality. It was no big deal. You repeated the words in your head as you sat down for a quick breakfast with Doyoung.

  As Doyoung was telling you a story about how he almost spoiled a new song on v-live, Johnny appeared at the door. You tried to remain focused on the story you were being told, but the feeling of Johnny’s eyes on you was too distracting.

  When Doyoung wrapped up his story, leading you to a fit of laughter, Johnny spoke up.

  “Hey Doyoung, do you think I could borrow Y/N for a second?” he asked.

  Doyound shot you an incredulous look, all too aware of your crush on the older boy. You smiled at him and he got up, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he walked out of the room.

  “I think he’s broken. You should ask for a new one.” You joked.

  “I’ll try turning him off and on again. If that doesn’t do it, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask for a newer model” he went on with your joke, taking a seat on the table next to you.

  “You know, he was actually really worried this morning. As was I.” he admitted.

  Your cheeks flushed at his confession as you fumbled for words in your head.

  “Yeah… I know. But we worked it out. I’m sorry for making you worry” you said, looking at him apologetically.

  “No it’s fine.” He said and a silence fell upon you.

  You glanced at your phone, trying to find something to do, when Johnny spoke up.

  “So, what time did our youngest come home last night?” he asked nonchalantly.

  “Around five. Why do you ask?” you replied, aware of the exact reason he was asking.

  “Oh, I believe then a coffee date is in order. Is it not?” he asked, testing the waters.

  You beamed at him, nodding your head. He smiled back at you, moving to rest his elbows on the table.

  “It’s just that I’d like to go home first if you don’t mind. Change my clothes and take a shower. We can meet somewhere downtown, if that’s okay?” you offered.

  “That sounds perfect. Text me when you get in the subway?” he asked and you nodded.

  You were smiling like an idiot as you followed him to get your things from his and Donghyuck’s shared room. You packed your stuff quickly, hoping to get out as soon as possible. You were tying your shoelaces when Yuta plopped next to you, resting his back on the wall.

  He didn’t say anything, just stared at you expectantly, his expression open and inviting.

  “Don’t tell Doyoung.” You whispered.

  “Duh. I never tell Doyoung shit regarding his kids.” Yuta joked, keeping his voice low.

  “I’m kind of going on a date with Johnny.” You admitted, watching as Yuta’s eyes widened.

  “That’s scandalous. What are you going to do??” he asked.

  “Try not to embarrass myself… I mean, more than usual. And not get too into my head. Maybe it’s just casual. I know none of you can actually date date.” You told him.

  “Good plan. Have fun! Use protection. Do I need to tell you about the birds and the bees?” he asked.

  “God, no. Please don’t.” you laughed.

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  It wasn’t long after that you found yourself climbing the stairs of the subway station, looking around in search for Johnny. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Johnny asked you to meet him downtown so you could walk to one of his favourite cafés. Your hand moved to take your phone out of your pocket and you send him a quick text saying you just arrived.

  The music flowing through your ear buds kept you company as you waited for Johnny to arrive. Your thoughts drifted, as they did on the entire subway ride, to the boy you were about to meet. You were desperate, making an effort to calm down and not to embarrass yourself.

  Stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Johnny walking up to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, making you jump at the contact. He chuckled at your reaction, pulling you into a hug and you did your best to conceal your blush.

  “Shall we?” he asked.

  “Lead the way!” you answered him.

  Johnny effortlessly led you through the streets of Seoul as you fell into an easy rhythm. Soon, you had arrived in a small themed café, tucked away in some narrow street. It adorned brick walls, its colouring filled with black and brown. It looked very minimalistic, with only a couple of tables and a small bookcase with both literature and photography books. One wall was dedicated to an air photo of a city’s sky line.

  “Wow, this place is so pretty” you marveled.

  “That’s the Chicago sky line. Being here almost feels like home” Johnny confessed.

  You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. You often thought about how hard it must be, not just for the foreign members, but for all of them, to miss birthday parties and anniversaries without being able to do as much as call their loved ones. But for Johnny especially, who left everything behind at such a young age and on top of that, didn’t have but a couple of chances to go back…

  “It must be so hard for you. To be away from home, I mean” you spoke your mind.

  “It is challenging sometimes. I love the boys so much, no doubt, but I also love my parents and all the friends I left behind” Johnny said.

  As you placed your orders and had your drinks (which Johnny absolutely refused to let you pay for), an easy going conversation flowed between you. You talked about family, the boys, friends and enemies, fights and school. You had always been too distant from him, content with admiring him from afar, almost making you miss the most important things.

  Johnny could make anyone blabber for hours. He was a good listener, absorbing information quickly and asking questions. When you thought you were oversharing, he urged you to go on. He had the funniest stories and was a great storyteller, both setting the scene and playing out his story.

  Hours passed and soon, your belly was rumbling to gather your attention. You played it off cool, not ready to leave Johnny just yet. As you were telling Johnny a story about you and your roommate, you were going on and on about a really famous fried chicken place downtown.

  “Would it be weird if I said I’d never been?” Johnny asked.

  “You’ve never been?? It’s like you’re telling me you’ve been locked out of heaven! But of course, your style is high-end restaurants where you eat 100 dollar steaks, not some fried chicken place where broke uni students go” you countered, laughing it off.

  “Who says I can’t do both?” he challenged you, wiggling his eyebrows.

  “What an honour! The Johnny Seo coming to eat with the mere mortals?? Who would have thought?” you joked.

  “I deem this a challenge! I will eat every piece of chicken in that place or my name will be stained!” he said getting up and ushering you out of the door.

  In bits of laughter, you walked side by side with Johnny to the restaurant. When he leisurely placed his arm over your shoulders, you didn’t think twice before interlocking his fingers with yours. You looked at your hands in awe, wondering where your confidence came from. Once you finally turned around to face Johnny, you were rewarded by his warm smile.

  You arrived at the chicken place, finding a table near the back and taking your seats. You were still going on about the story of how you found the place as the waiter approached you to take your order. After placing your order, your conversation fell back to its usual pattern.

  When the food arrived, Johnny let out a gasp. You thanked the waiter and he waited until he was out of earshot to speak up.

  “These portions are huge! How am I supposed to eat this thing??” he whisper-shouted.

  You couldn’t help the loud laugh that came out of your mouth as you held your stomach. Brushing away a fake tear you answered him.

  “If you were a couple of years younger, I’d say you were a growing boy… Too bad you’re an old man now.”

  “I’m not that old!” Johnny said, pouting.

  The banter went its own way from there. You were amazed at how comfortable you felt with him, despite this being the longest time you had ever spent alone.

  As you were nearing the end of the meal, your phone buzzed on your side and once you took a glance at the screen, you know you had to pick up.

  “Is it okay if I take this? It’ll be just a second.” You told Johnny, who just nodded in approval, his mouth full with fried chicken.

  “Baby?” you asked into the phone and a loud voice answered you.

  Your baby sister had been out of town for weeks, attending a seminar in Busan. You missed her dearly, as you were very close and couldn’t wait to have her back.

  “I’m hoooome finally” she whined.

  “Yayyy, it was so hard here without you” you whined back.

  “Are you home?” she asked.

  You stole a glance at Johnny, who was busying himself with his phone before you answered. However, you didn’t fail to note that his expression had darkened somehow, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth stuck in a straight line.

  “No, I’m out. Do you need something?” You asked.

  “I need a movie night, please?” your sister offered and you knew there was no way you could refuse.

  “Pick the movie. I’ll be home in a while” you said.

  “I love you!” she screamed on the speaker.

  Chuckling, you replied that you loved her too, ending the call.  Johnny’s expression was still pretty closed off, but you found the courage to speak up.

  “Sorry about that, that was my baby sister, she was out of town for a couple of weeks and she wants to catch up” you explained.

  Johnny’s expression immediately softened and he smiled at you.

  “That’s so sweet. Are you close?” he asked.

  “Yes. We’re only a year apart so she’s more like a friend than a sister.” You admitted.

  “I get what you mean. Sometimes I feel that way about Mark… Then he walks in the kitchen, all hell breaks loose and I think again” he said and you both fell into a fit of laughter.

  “I think I should get going” you announced and Johnny nodded.

  “Let me just get the bill real quick. Don’t move.” He said, giving you a stern look to make sure you stayed put.

  You began to gather your things, and once Johnny nodded at you, you were back on the streets, making your way to the subway station.

  A silence overtook you and despite fearing it would be awkward, it was rather peaceful. Johnny didn’t put his arm around your shoulders this time around and when your hands brushed against each other as you walked side by side, he just smiled down at you sheepishly.

  “This is me” you announced when you arrived to the station.

  “Today was wonderful Y/N, thank you” he told you.

  “Thank you for paying for everything, you really didn’t have to…” you were saying, but Johnny cut you off.

  “Hey, if I don’t spoil you, who will?” he asked, staring into your eyes.

   Your heart jumped at the words and by the weight of his stare. You couldn’t look away, something about the way the light was hitting his eyes made them magical, luring you in.

  Your mind was hazy at the thought of your proximity. Johnny ran his hand through your hair, letting it fall at the nape of your neck as he brought you closer to him. Inches became millimeters and you closed your eyes, thinking that his lips would fall on yours.

  Every nerve on your body was tingling as his lips brushed your forehead. A shiver run through your spine, making your eyes shoot open to meet Johnny’s cheeky smile.

  “I’ll see you around, Y/N” he announced, walking away from you.

  Your brain processed the information for a few moments before spurring you into action. “No, this will just not do” you thought, as you called Johnny’s name and ran after him.

  He had barely made it past the few steps separating the station from the plaza, when you caught up with him. “Now, be brave!” you urged yourself on as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, bringing him close to you and crashing your lips to his.

  For a few seconds, he didn’t respond. Your brain went into panic mode, thinking you had interpreted the whole day wrong. Then, he began to kiss back, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him. The step you were standing on gave you leverage as you softly cupped his face in your hands.

  “Now that will do it” you said, breaking away.

  He simply smiled at you, pulling you in for another sweet kiss.

  “Your sister is waiting” he mumbled onto your lips.

  Breaking away for real this time, you nodded at him. You walked away from him, taking the stairs two at a time and fidgeting endlessly the entire ride back to your apartment. The situation seemed unrealistic and your brain struggled to make terms with all of the things that had happened.

  Finally, you felt happy, genuinely happy. Your roommate said so the minute you set foot in your apartment.

  “That’s because I am” you told her, and you truly meant it.

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  Slumped over your computer, you were completely surrounded by various stacks of papers and open books as you were struggling to wrap up a demanding assignment. Your fingers would either fly across the keyboard, writing down important information, or you could swirl around in your desk chair, facing the wall, pondering what your next point should be.

  A sudden knock on your door pulled you away from your train of thought. You turned around to find your boyfriend standing at the doorframe, holding a baby pink box and smiling at you.

  “Bad timing?” Johnny asked, slowly letting himself in your room.

  You shook your head, moving towards him. You placed the box he was holding on your bed, before silently allowing yourself to settle into his arms.

  “Your roommate let me in, I hope that’s okay” he said and you hummed.

  “If I don’t make any sort of sense don’t mind me. My brain is fluid right now” you confessed.

  You felt his laugh more than you heard it, his chest vibrating under you.

  “It’s okay, I get it. I brought you your favourite cookies from that bakery down the street” he said and you immediately lit up.

  Finally breaking the embrace, you made for the box as Johnny settled on your desk chair. You felt giddy, opening the box and diving into the chocolate chipped cookies you loved. As the box flew open, you noticed something was pasted under the lid.

  You were still munching on the cookie as you sat down on your bed, shooting curious looks at your boyfriend, who just looked back at you innocently. After taking a closer look, you found two small pieces of paper. Realizing what they meant, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

  “You know, I’ve been at your concert before. You don’t have to bribe me with cookies to get me to come.” You joked.

  “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. You have come to my concerts, yes, but never as my girlfriend.” He countered.

  You smiled at the thought. His girlfriend. It had been months since your first date with Johnny and soon enough, you had made it official. Not that many people knew. The members knew and your very close friends, along with your sister. One or two mangers maybe but not many people at the company.

  You liked it that way. You had freedom and no one seemed to care too much, until you got caught. That thought was definitely scary, but you had managed to push it at the back of your mind. No need to worry about it, right?

  Johnny rolled the chair closer to you, until you were barely inches apart.

  “Say something” he said, his face suddenly getting serious.

  “Of course I’ll be there Johnny. I’ll even paint my face like those jock girlfriends in movies if you want me to. I’m always here to support you.” You answered him.

  That seemed to be enough for him as he dived for your lips. The kiss was slow and intimate as you cleared your mind of everything else and focused on Johnny.

  “You’re going to be sitting on my side. So if you scream for anyone but me I will hear it” he tried to threaten you between kisses.

  “Hey. That’s not fair. That’s usually Hyuck’s side too. Can’t I scream for him?” you asked, as his kisses trailed down your jaw and onto your neck.

  “Hm. I’ll think about it” he answered, coming back to kiss your lips.

  And in a moment, he was gone, placing a small kiss on your nose and urging you to go back to studying. You walked him to the door, showering him in kisses until he really left.

  You took a few minutes to get your thoughts in order before sitting back down to study. It was true, this would be the first one of his schedules that you would attend while being his girlfriend.

  It wasn’t a new thing. Donghyuck would love dragging you along to “Keep him entertained” to any schedule he could. You had been to all the music shows and even some end of the year awards. Every time they had a concert, Donghyuck would make sure to save a seat for you along with the rest of his family or some other members.

  As your thoughts drifted to Donghyuck, you couldn’t help the smile that lingered on your lips. Hyuck had been… Incredible the last few months. When you and Johnny broke the news to him, he pouted at first, thinking Johnny would somehow steal you from him.

  After long talks and a few weeks, he came to realize that your relationship could help strengthen your friendship. You were at the dorms more often now, and you also stopped by at various dinners or lunches with the rest of the members.

  When Hyuck left to tour with Dream, he knew you’d be in good hands, though he didn’t stop worrying. He texted you as he always did, with you replying after seconds and he taking hours to answer. The first night in Thailand, he and Jaemin both jumped on a video call with you. You were so moved to hear their excitement as they recounted the events of the night, the love from the fans and the project they had prepared.

  After the tour, you spent countless hours playing video games with Donghyuck and for a period of time, everything was perfect. Then, the comeback caught up with both Donghyuck and Johnny, leaving them with little time other than late drinks or coffee runs.

  But you made it, and now you were ready to take your place alongside their fans to enjoy their hard work. And with those final thoughts, you got back to work.

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  There was about a week of rehearsals before the concert, rehearsals you were by all means forbidden to attend, for the whole experience was supposed to be a surprise.

  Thankfully for your sanity, between classes, assignments and the dread for your upcoming midterms, you were able to keep yourself busy and not think about it too much.

  So when you finally found yourself getting ready to head to the venue, your sister leisurely laying on your bed, you felt more light than you’d felt in weeks. You pulled on a sweatshirt that Johnny had given you a couple of days ago, saying you might want to wear it at the concert. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, only to realize the sweatshirt wasn’t really your size. Checking the tag, you realized that indeed, your boyfriend probably thought you were smaller than you actually were.

  Brushing off the thought, you rummaged through your closet for something else to wear. Stumbling upon an old hoodie with Donghyuck’s name written on it, you figured that would do. Pulling it on felt like wrapping yourself in a warm blanket and as you checked yourself in the mirror, you decided that would be okay for today.

  After a quick picture time with you and your sister, you found yourself in a cab heading to the venue. You send a couple of pictures to Donghyuck, giving him a heads up that you were coming. You had arrived with plenty of time to spare, as your sister wanted to buy goodies from some fansites. You walked around, talking with other fans and spending precious time with your little sister.

  Before long, a man was checking your tickets and leading you to your seats. The venue was slowly but surely filling up, with excited fans pouring in every minute. You couldn’t wait to see it filling up to the brim, for you knew very well that today was a full house. You were talking with your sister when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Seeing your boyfriend’s name pop up on the screen, you couldn’t help the smile that grew in your face.

  “Hi!” you excitedly called.

  “I can see you” Johnny said from the other end of the line.

  Your eyes scanned the stage, hoping to peek behind the curtains and reveal him.

  “Well I can’t say the same but I guess I’ll be seeing you in about 10 minutes?” you said after checking your watch.

  “That you will. I can’t wait for you to see everything.” He confessed.

  The smile on your face grew even more as you answered him,

  “I can’t wait either. Now get off the phone and do some stretching or something”

  “Yes ma’am” he agreed, ending the call.

  You and your sister took even more pictures and got to know the fans that were sitting around you. You were careful not to give too much away, knowing that revealing you were Hyuck’s best friend and Johnny’s girlfriend could complicate things with people you just met. As the clock ticked closer to the beginning of the concert, you could feel the crowd buzzing with anticipation, waiting for the lights to go out.

  When they finally did, it was chaos. Screams were heard everywhere as the members took the stage one by one. You screamed with all your might, welcoming each member. The songs were played especially loud, making your heart pump blood to the rhythm. All sense of time escaped you as you danced, sang and rapped to some of your favourite songs.

  As the members were saying their ments, everyone paused to listen, only to break out in screaming minutes later. You smiled at Donghyuck’s direction, watching as his demeanor changed completely on stage. Now, he was calm, collected, every single one of his movements calculated, his eyes trailing over the hundreds of faces before him. When it was time for the ments, he broke into a smile more often than not, even cheekily shooting some hearts and winks to the audience.

  Johnny was a different conversation entirely. His expression was almost unreadable as he danced, pouring every bit of him into it. When it was time for the ments, he would be serious, hearing everything his members said and making sure everything went according to plan.

  The concert felt almost like an outer body experience. The set list was obviously well calculated, starting from famous title tracks and going up and down, as if on a rollercoaster, between soft ballads and energetic songs. You found your cheeks to be covered in tears a couple of times, especially during the boys’ last ments, where they thanked everyone for showing up and staying by their side.

  The concert wrapped up too soon for your brain to process. You felt light and almost dizzy, all the information running around your brain. Your sister opted out from backstage, as she explained to you,

  “It’s too soon for me to meet your boyfriend. It’s a big step. And though I’d love to hug Jungwoo, some of my friends are grabbing drinks downtown so that’s where I’m headed.”

  After one last hug and a goodbye from your sister, you turned to find your way backstage. You showed your pass to the guards, who immediately granted you access. You were walking down a narrow corridor, looking for the green room.

  You were still looking around when a door opened to reveal Johnny. You beamed at him, throwing yourself in his arms. He hugged you tight, and you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

  “Congratulations. You were amazing out there.” You praised him.

  “Thank you for coming. Where’s your sis?” he asked, breaking away from the hug.

  “Oh she went to meet up with some friends, she only cares about Jungwoo anyways” you laughed.

  Your boyfriend’s expression sadly didn’t mirror yours as he stared past you. The air turned awkward very quickly before you managed to ask,

  “Is anything wrong?”

  Johnny shook his head slightly as he continued to stay silent. Your thoughts took the better of you, running swiftly over what could have ticked him off.

  “You’re not wearing the sweatshirt I gave you.” He said after a few moments.

  Something clicked in your brain at that moment before you looked down at Hyuck’s hoodie.

  “Yeah, it didn’t fit well so I just dug up this old thing. Is that bad?” you asked.

  “Well it kinda is Y/N, because I distinctly remember asking you to wear my sweatshirt” he replied, his tone getting angrier.

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t wear your gift. Next time we’ll get the size right and I’ll wear it. I decorated my bong with your pictures and name to make up for it. I tried. It’s not my fault.” You tried to explain.

  “So are you saying it’s my fault?” Johnny asked.

  “It kind of is, isn’t it? If you had gotten my size right we wouldn’t be having this conversation at all. This is just stupid” you said, trying to walk away.

  Johnny didn’t let you go however, pulling you back in front of him.

  “Don’t walk away from me.” He said in a threatening tone.

  “I can do whatever I want. We both need time to cool off. So let me go.” You said, ducking inside the greenroom without giving him a chance to pull you back.

  Inside the greenroom, pretty much everyone had changed back into their regular clothes. Jaehyun, who was sitting by the door, motioned you to keep quiet by placing his finger over his lips. With a fake smile and quick nod in his direction, you focused on scanning the room for Donghyuck. You heard him more than you saw him, your heart falling in your chest when you saw him happily interviewing Yuta for a vlog.

  “Two down” you thought to yourself as your eyes met Hyuck’s who seemed to sense your arrival in the room. You broke eye contact quickly, desperately looking for Doyoung, someone to turn to. It didn’t take long to spot him, sitting on a chair in the back, facing the mirror, his back turned to you. Your movements were quick as you bee lined to him, almost stumbling over your own feet to reach him.

  Looking up from his phone, Doyoung’s eyes met yours and he sat right up, welcoming you with open arms. You fell right into them, trying to fight tears as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

  “This isn’t just about how well we did at the concert is it?” he asked, and you felt him shaking his head at someone over your shoulder.

  “Congratulations, Do.” You manage to choke out.

  “Well thank you, Y/N. Anything else you wish to tell me?” he asked.

  “Johnny is kind of angry at me for a stupid reason. And I don’t know how to deal with it.” You confessed, your voice muffled by his shirt.

  “Donghyuck’s walking up here, you ready for this?” he asked.

  You broke the embrace, turning around to face your best friend. He smiled at you expectantly as you plastered a fake smile on your face.

  “I’m so proud of you, Hyuck” you whispered as he squeezed you in his arms.

  “Where’s lover boy?” he asked innocently.

  “Umm. We’re kind of in the middle of a fight.” You confessed.

  “Shit. Do you want me to intervene?” he asked.

  “No, God no. We’ll figure it out eventually. Besides, tonight is your night!” you tried to lighten up, pushing images of Johnny further back in your mind.

  The night would have been quite enjoyable as you, Donghyuck, Doyoung and Yuta went out for dinner. You were happy that the other members you weren’t as close with opted out, but at the same time you wished the entire thing could be avoided. However, you didn’t want to disappoint Donghyuck, so you sat and moved your food in circles as you heard the boys discuss every detail of their performance.

  It was times like this, when you wished Donghyuck could be a little more attentive. Doyoung would spare you some comforting glances from across the table as the boy sitting beside you seemed oblivious to your eternal turmoil. After everyone wrapped up their meal, you found a way to slip away quietly, rushing into a cab and back to your apartment.

  Your head was throbbing and you counted down the minutes before you met your bed. After giving the driver the appropriate fare, you filled out of the cab.

  You were shocked to find Johnny sitting in front of your apartment building, face in his hands, half hiding behind this hood. You took a few breaths to prepare yourself for what was to come, as you coughed lightly to alert him of your presence.

  He looked up immediately and when his eyes locked on yours, you realized he was in as much pain as you were.

  “Y/N…” he said, his voice trailing off.

  “Johnny I honestly think we need to sleep on this.” You told him.

  “No, Y/N. please listen to me” he said, motioning to grab you again.

  You flinched away, and hated yourself for it the minute it happened. Johnny’s eyes flashed with hurt, which he brushed off in a second, his eyes turning soft again.

  “Just let me do this. Please” he begged you and you nodded your head before you realized what you were doing.

  “I shouldn’t have had an outburst like that. And I never wanted to speak to you that way, I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry, Y/N. For so long, you were Donghyuck’s. Always out of reach, always someone else’s. It’s weird to think that you’re mine now, all mine.” He would have went on, if you hadn’t stopped him with a wave of your hand.

  “Yours? Donghyuck’s? What am I, Johnny? A shirt or something? I knew you weren’t ready to have this conversation. As a matter of fact, I’m mine. I am my own person and nothing and no one is going to change that fact.” You said, feeling breathless.

  “Shit” Johnny muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “I came here to make up. I don’t want us to fight anymore, Y/N, you have to believe me” he told you, not looking into your eyes.

  “Johnny… I think we need a break from each other. I don’t think either of us have the headspace to talk about this, now, or for a little while” you offered, even though every single word that left your mouth hurt more than the previous one.

  “Y/N… Don’t do this.” He pleaded, but you just shook your head.

  You closed the door behind you, simultaneously shutting Johnny out. You took the stairs to at a time, now longing for your bed more than you ever have. Walking in your apartment, you found your roommate greeting you with a smile on her face, excited to hear about your evening. As she took you in, her expression changed, coming next to you and pulling you in her arms.

  “Y/N, what on earth happened?” she asked you, concerned.

  “I think I just broke up with Johnny” you said, finally allowing the tears to stream freely down your face.

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  The next morning you woke up with a persistent throbbing to your temple. You dragged yourself out of bed, shuffling into your kitchen to make breakfast. After eating, you took some painkillers and went back to your bed to ponder your next move.

  The mornings had always been your off times from your phone, so you took your chance to check for any notifications. You weren’t surprised to see no new messages from Johnny. However, a message from your best friend sparked your interest.

  The idiot

Don’t think I didn’t see how you were today. Once I wrap up this weekend, I’m getting you alone somewhere and we’re going to sort it out. Hang in there, your knight in shining armor is coming.

  You took a moment to absorb his words as you smiled weakly. Maybe Hyuck wasn’t as attentive as Doyoung, but he’d known you the longest. Of course he knew when something was wrong, he was your best friend after all.

  Despite his witty remarks and snappy nature, Donghyuck was someone who expressed his love loudly. Big hugs and showers of kisses were not uncommon, as well as gifts as often as he could get them. You looked to your nightstand, where a framed picture of you and Donghyuck was sitting.

  You took it in your hands, examining it closely. It was an old photo, from one of your first excursions. You still remembered the hot summer day, promptly fit for the water park. You recalled sharing Donghyuck’s ear buds as he showed you songs he had recorded on the bus ride there. You remembered your stomach aching from laughing and your feet pleading you to rest. Finally, you remembered the way Donghyuck collapsed on your side on your way back, and you realized that you already treasured the boy more than words could explain.

  You set the photo down, going to your desk and opening your laptop. Donghyuck wouldn’t come for a few days. That meant the least you could do, is be productive.

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  The weekend passed dreadfully slow as you hopped on any chance you had to keep your mind and hands busy. From wrapping up your assignments, to organizing your notes, even cleaning your apartment, you tried with all your might to keep yourself together.

  You were just about to re- organize your bookshelf on Monday, when your phone signaled a new message sometime around 9 o’clock. After reading it, your heart fluttered at the thought of getting some alone time with Donghyuck. You quickly got ready, pulling on some jeans and a loose T-shirt, thinking the fall night would be warm enough for it.

  As you exited your building, walking to Donghyuck’s car, the crisp air ran through your hair, making it dance behind you and sending goose bumps over your body. You cursed at your miscalculation as you shivered, happy to enter the safety of your best friend’s car.

  “Hey you” he said, ruffling your hair.

  “Hi” you said, smiling at him.

  You propped yourself up over the center console, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. You moved to sit back more comfortably on the passenger seat, when he stopped you, cupping your face in his hands and carefully looking at your eyes.

  You couldn’t begin to imagine what he would be seeing behind your eyes, so you just focused on looking through his. He was tired, you saw, and worried.

  He caressed your cheek for a while and you melted at the touch. Somehow, he knew your needs before you did, so he reached in the backseat, revealing an old grey sweater, which he dropped to your side without speaking. You pulled it on, allowing the familiar scent of soap and mint to overcome you. You fastened your seatbelt and smiled at your best friend next to you.

  “Where to?” you asked.

  A mischievous smile lit up his face when he answered you. “It’s a surprise”

  He handed you the AUX cord before driving off and you took your position as designated DJ very seriously. You scrambled through your phone for a playlist you’d made for him, one you played a lot, because after all, it contained some of your favourite songs.

  Donghyuck was concentrated on the road as he spoke to you, making light conversation. You appreciated it, not quite ready to acknowledge the elephant in the room. You took the chance to really examine your best friend, as he spoke about the last two days.

  He was clearly excited, his eyes shining and the ends of his mouth effortlessly curling up into a smile. His hair was pushed back and he was wearing some dark wash jeans with a red hoodie. The oversized hoodie blocked you from seeing just how thin he was, but you hoped he was eating well.

  There was something about Donghyuck talking about things he loved… Something that almost made those moments magical. He threw himself to everything he did, always being harsh and thinking he was lacking at the end. You always admired his work ethic, always envied his devotion. Your heart swelled with pride as you thought of the young boy you once knew, and how he was growing to be an honest and hard working man.

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe you used this song!” he broke out mid- sentence, raising the volume painfully high.

  Laughter bubbled on from you as you lowered your window, letting the cold air mess with your hair. Donghyuck was singing, almost screaming the lyrics and with a few chuckles, you followed suit. It felt liberating in a way, screaming your heart out with your best friend beside you, feeling the wind run through your fingers.

  When the song ended, you were breathless, your heart beating in a crazy rhythm. Hyuck was all smiles beside you, which in turn made you smile as well.

  “Well that was fun” he admitted.

  You laughed lightly, turning to look out of the window. After taking in your surroundings, you seemed to recognize the road and where it was leading you.

  “Donghyuck.” You called and he glanced at you quickly.

  “Yeah?”

  “Are we going where I think we’re going?” you asked him.

  “I was beginning to worry, you know. We haven’t been there in so long, I thought you’d forgotten all about it” he said, smiling.

  The realization made you feel giddy. You were nearing one of your favourite places in Seoul, one you specifically visited only with Donghyuck. It had become somewhat of a safe place, a secret place that you kept hidden from everyone else. It was a kind of overlook that provided you with a beautiful view of the entire city. You had spent countless nights wrapped up in blankets, talking your hearts out there.

  Knowing that was your destination, you couldn’t help feeling even more safe. Your heart was in its right place, back in your chest, Donghyuck was there and everything was going to work out.

  Donghyuck pulled up, safely parking his car. You both got out as he popped up the trunk. He brought out the blankets he had prepared, as well as a bottle of vodka and some snacks. You helped him set up and soon, you were laying down on his lap as he was munching on his favourite chips.

  The conversation flowed between you like usual. You jumped from one topic to the next, oftentimes leaving you with more questions, making you go back and forth in the conversation. Your familiar dynamic was always there and the banter was endless, even making you choke as you took a sip from the bottle next to you.

  Hours passed and the rhythm got slower as the conversation lead to more serious themes. You could feel Hyuck itching to ask you to talk to him and you knew you inevitably would. But the night was so beautiful, the city lights blinking endlessly under you and you didn’t want to hit a new low.

  But once again, he knew you even better than you knew yourself, so he managed to keep the conversation on him.

  “You know, sometimes I think you’re the better part of me. Is that stupid?” he asked.

  You took a few moments to ponder his words. Turning to face him, you ran your fingers through his hair, allowing yourself to see him.

  “Well I know for a fact I’m the visual here” you joked, but his expression was stern.

  “I’m serious. You go around loving everything and everyone your life touches. You keep giving and giving, never getting worried about when it’ll be your turn to receive. I mean look at us, Y/N. I know you’ve been hurting, and I barely had any time to check up on you. And yet here you are, talking about anything but that with me. I want to be here for you. I am here for you. Always.” He finished, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

  “Oh Hyuck” you choked, tears pouring out of you.

  He held you close as you let it out for a while. He kissed the top of your head, whispering comforting words to you as you buried your head in his chest.

  “You’re breaking my heart, do you know that? I need you to talk to me Y/N” he encouraged you, and you did just that.

  You talked and talked, pouring out your bare soul to him not just about your fight with Johnny, but about how much you missed him, how you hated that your time always seemed to be running out. You talked for a long while in between sobs, and he listened silently only humming on some parts.

  When you finished, you were breathless and exhausted. You didn’t move an inch, savoring the feeling of being held and holding Donghyuck with all your might as if he was going to fly away.

  “I love you so much” he said after a few moments of silence.

  “I love you.” You replied with a chuckle. “And Hyuck?”

  “Yes?”

  “I don’t think I’m the better part of you. Nor you mine. I just think we’re better together.” You thought out loud.

  “I’m so sorry, Y/N. About everything. I wish I could be better, do better. I wish I could just be Donghyuck, the Hyuck I am with you. But I also have to be Haechan. I have to Y/N, because if I’m not, every day I’m going to regret it and every day is going to hurt more than the next, because I’ll be growing further and further away from my dream.” He paused for a few moments and you tried to control your thoughts, find something to say.

  “You’re the only one I have, do you know that? You’re the only one I have besides the members. You’re family and you’re home. And I wish I had more answers, I wish I was wiser so I could help show you the way, find solutions, make you happy. But I’m not wise, not at all. I’m just a fucking goof desperately trying to make you happy.” He was saying when you cut him off.

  “That’s enough. That’s good enough.” You reassured him.

  “Really?” he asked.

  “Really.” You answered him.

  You stayed there for some time, just enjoying each other’s presence. Your breathing evened out, and you would have fallen asleep, but Donghyuck spoke up.

  “It’s getting late. Maybe I should take you home” he offered.

  You squeezed your arms around him, which made him do the same. You melted into the touch, trying to convey just how much he truly meant to you through just a simple hug.

  When you finally let go, you were both beaming at each other. You picked up your things, placing them back in the trunk. You got comfortable at the passenger’s seat, as Donghyuck took the driver’s seat. You drove in silence for a few minutes, the soft music coming from the radio providing little comfort.

  “Can I say something?” Donghyuck asked.

  “Is that even a question? Of course you can” you said, turning to properly face him.

  “I don’t know… I feel like both you and Johnny are blowing things out of proportion. I mean, you can correct me if I’m wrong, this was the first real disagreement you ever had. So I don’t know… It seems too little to throw out your relationship for.” Donghyuck finished.

  “Can I ask you something in return, before I answer?” you asked and he simply nodded.

  “All relationships end in two ways: you either break up, or you move on. And I don’t know Hyuck… If Johnny and I were to break up, and the break up was awful and very painful for both of us, or worse, he spoke badly of me… What would be your place? You work with him, for fuck’s sake, you share a room with him right now…” you let your voice trail off.

  “Let me get this straight. You’re worried to fix things with Johnny because if you were ever to break up, it would put me in a difficult position?” he asked.

  “Well, yeah” you agreed.

  “And you say you’re not the better part of me… Y/N listen to me. You literally crushed over Johnny for years. You went on and on about him almost from the very first day you met the guy. And now you’re willing to back out because of me? No, that’s just not it. Frankly, I think you’re scared that you’re already in too deep. So I’m telling you: you need to fix this, both of you do. As you said, I live with the guy. He hasn’t as much as looked at me these past two days. Why do you think that is?” he questioned.

  You let the question hang in the air for a while as you looked out of the window. You didn’t really know what you were expecting from your evening but this wasn’t it. Your head felt like it would explode from thinking so much. You tried to clear your thoughts away, return to this moment, right now.

  You switched off the radio, turning to look at Donghyuck.

  “What’s the first song that comes into your head, right now?” you asked him spontaneously.

  “Ehm, I don’t know” he said, his eyes glancing about on the road. “City 127?” he asked, more than answered.

  “Okay. Sing.” You demanded.

  “What? Right now?” he asked, taken aback by your request.

  “Yes. Right now. Go on, I’ll even join” you promised.

  That’s how you found yourself singing again, in the safety of Donghyuck’s car as you drove back into the familiar streets of Seoul.

  It didn’t take long for Donghyuck to pull up in front of your building, both of you getting out of the car. He wrapped his arms around you again and you took your chance to bury your face in his neck. You broke the hug, placing a kiss in his cheek and wishing him goodnight. You waved at him as he pulled out, going back to his own place for a few precious hours of sleep.

  Back in the safety of your apartment, you gathered all your courage to send Johnny a text.

You

Hey. I think it’s time we talked. Properly this time.

  You were taken aback when your phone buzzed on your nightstand a few minutes before you fell asleep with not one, but two messages.

Giant💘

I think so too. Tomorrow for brunch?

The idiot

Hey, thief, I like that sweater and I’m going to be asking for it. Just take one from your boyfriend for fuck’s sake.

  Your smile was evident as you sent a quick reply to both of them, accepting Johnny’s proposition and telling Hyuck his sweater would be lost forever. Somehow, everything will be falling in place… Hopefully at least.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Time travel rescue pt.2; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

*Author’s note*

Okay ya’ll so I hope you enjoyed the first part, now we get to pt.2 where Freddie and Roger take up majority of this chapter, so you get to see the craziness that I hoped I managed to get in based off of stories of their friendship and videos of them together so I hope I did this wonderful soulmate shipping justice. However fair warning that P**l Pr**ter makes his appearance so prepare your stomachs.

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@bensrhapsody

@queendeakyy

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The next morning I woke up and found myself in a hotel room of sorts.  At first I didn’t know what happened, it was all such a rush last night I—I had this dream that I had gone back to 1975 and actually met my favorite band, and that Roger actually allowed me to sleep in his room.

“Morning (y/n).” I heard that familiar soft voice call out from the kitchen.  Oh god it wasn’t a dream. I am actually in 1975 and I really did—or well currently meeting the band and Roger did give me his room for the night.  I looked up and said.

“Morning Roger.”

“How’d you sleep last night? The clothes work okay for you?” he asked.

“Yeah they—they worked out fine.”

“You hungry? I’m making eggs and cutting up some bread and bacon, I hope that’s alright.”

“That’s fine. I’m—actually quite hungry.”

“Well come on over to the kitchen and I’ll put an extra plate.” I got out of the bed and followed him to the kitchen.  I sat down at the kitchen island bar and he said again, “I don’t know how you like your eggs, so I made them scrambled which is what I prefer. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Well then you’re lucky that scrambled eggs is my favorite. Besides sunny side up makes me yack.”

“I know right, why do people claim that’s the best way to make eggs?” he exclaimed.  Wow so Roger Taylor and I have the same view on how eggs should be prepared, that’s amazing.  He handed me my plate and he asked. “Shall I prepare a cuppa?”

“I wouldn’t mind a cuppa.”

“Coming right up.” He then prepared me my drink while he had some coffee.  As the two of us sat down around the island and ate he asked me. “How are the wounds?”

“Doesn’t hurt as much as it did last night. You and your friends really know how to be doctors.”

“Well even though Brian and I would’ve been different doctors, I don’t think we did too bad. But I will need to change out the bandages and put some more antiseptic cream on it. Just to be on the safe side.”

“Whatever you think is best Roger.”

After breakfast, he put away the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen and that’s when he grabbed the first aid kit under the sink and guided me over to the couch.

“Alright, let’s see how this looks.” He then took a pair of scissors and slightly snipped an area of the bandage before slowly unwrapping it allowing my arm to breathe.  Once the bandages were off, I could see the gnarly scars that I now bore on my arm. Long and thin but thankfully not so deep that I need stitches. “Well it seems to be closing up quite nicely. With how bad they were yesterday, I was beginning to think they wouldn’t. At least not in this speed.”

“Guess I just got enhanced healing powers or something.” I joked. He smiled and rubbed some more cream on my scars before taking another roll of bandages and wrapping it around my arm.  Just as he was about to finish, the door suddenly opened and there stood Freddie all dolled up and ready to head out.

“Let’s go my darlings it’s shopping time!”

“In a second Fred, I’m still wrapping up her arm.” Roger told him as he went back to wrapping my forearm delicately. Freddie came over and sat on the other side of me and he asked me.

“Did you sleep okay dear?”

“Yeah, like a baby actually.”

“Good. That’s just what you needed after what happened to you. But are you sure you don’t want to make a police report about this?” he said as he stroked his fingers through my hair.  Aww Freddie god bless you, why were you taken away from us so soon? We really could’ve used you in today’s society.

“I’m sure Fred. Besides I doubt they’d believe me. I didn’t even see their faces. They wore black masks over their faces so I couldn’t even see their faces.”

“Alright darling. Well once blondie’s done here, I know just the thing to help boost your spirits up. A nice, well deserved shopping day.”

“There, I’m done.”

“Marvelous my darlings, let’s go!” Freddie stood up gracefully and raised his hands over his head and clapped them once.

“Hold on you rotter, we still need to get dressed. I’d rather not go out in my pajamas in the bloody cold.” Roger guided me towards the bedroom once more and I said to him.

“Uhh Rog. What am I gonna wear?”

“Just relax love, I’m sure I got something.” He went through his closet and pulled out a pair of denim jeans as well as a queen hoodie that looked like he had taken from Deacy.  He also took out a fur coat and said. “Will this do?”

“Yeah. Again I really appreciate you sharing your clothes with me.”

“Like I said last night, it’s no trouble. When Queen was first starting off, we barely had enough money to buy new clothes so we pretty much shared clothes with each other. I think we each had a chance at wearing one shirt for different photoshoots on separate occasions.”

“Wow I—I never knew that.” Liar. Of course I knew that, I’ve seen the pictures of the guys wearing the same shirts on tumblr that someone posted.  Once again I got changed in the loo and once I got out, Roger went inside and proceeded to do his health and beauty stuff.

While he brushed his teeth and brushing through his long blonde hair, I couldn’t help but stare at him.  Now I’ll admit, I did fall for the handsome 1970’s Roger Taylor (in fact 70’s and 80’s Roger I had a crush on) but then my crush slowly faded away and turned to something else, it’s like I—kinda pictured a sorta brother-sister relationship.

“Could you take any longer getting ready Rog? I swear you take longer than me!” Freddie complained as he leaned up against the bedroom door.

“It’s called a miracle Fred. And envy is an ugly thing on you.” Roger teased to which Freddie flipped him the bird.  God they really were soulmates, I can’t imagine just how hurt Roger was finding out Fred died when he was just about to see him in a matter of minutes.

“Are we ready to go yet?” Freddie whined as Roger fluffed his hair out and shook his wild mess of hair like a lion shaking his mane and said.

“Alright you impatient bugger. Let’s go (y/n).” I was then put in between them and we left Roger’s room.

As we drove through downtown London, we soon came across a shop that closed down before my time but it was starting grounds for both Roger and Freddie, Kensington Market.

“Hope you don’t mind coming here love. We would take you to Biba but that’s all the way on East London and we’re scheduled for a rehearsal by noon.” Roger said.

“I don’t mind. I’ve—heard some good things about this place.”

“You know Rog and I once had a stall in this joint together before I officially joined the band.”

“Really? What did you guys sell?”

“Oh any old clothes that we could find. Though I’ll never forget that jacket you and Brian tried to sell. That was my favorite jacket.”

“Well then you shouldn’t have had it on the rack then, should you?” Roger mocked as he shut the engine off after finding a parking space. “Plus it’ll be cheap and not as crowded as the stores are right now. Last minute Christmas shoppers and all.”

“Agreed.” We all got out and quickly walked inside the market.  And inside I saw anything and everything.  From antiques, to bridal wear, clothes, furniture, everything small and large you could imagine. “Whoa.”

“I know it’s a little intimidating at first but no worries lovie, you’ll get used to it.” Roger said as he wrapped an arm around me.

“Alright my darlings, let’s head down memory lane. To the clothing stall!” Freddie then dragged us down the store almost towards the end of the building where a clothing stall was all set up.  Behind the counter there was a young black woman with an afro, she wore a Christmas sweater and jeans and was sucking on a lollipop.  “Well I’ll be damned. Billie. Billie Tyler?” she looked up and grinned.

“Oh shit no. Freddie Mercury and Roger Taylor! Never did I think I’d see you two bastards here again.” She grinned.

“So you’re working our stall now?” Roger asked.

“Yeah. Ever since you two boys got all rich and famous, I went ahead and took over the stall.”

“Well hate to burst your bubble but we’re still not rich and famous.” Said Roger.

“What? After all the big success you guys did at the Rainbow last year?”

“That’s the thing. We don’t get paid on our tours. In fact just recently we left our first company because they screwed up our payments. Our manager didn’t even want to give any money so that Deacy could marry Veronica.”

“What?! Those stuck up bastards! I hope Deacy got the wedding he deserved though.”

“It was a small court ceremony but it was still sweet. Although had we had the money, I would’ve planned the perfect wedding for them.” Said Freddie.

“Oh please Fred, you’d invite half of London along with all crazy people you invite to the after parties.” Said Roger.

“So who’s this? Little groupie?” she asked gesturing towards me.

“No. This is (y/n).” Roger said introducing me. “(Y/n), this is Billie Tyler. When Fred and I worked here, she worked at the boutique just across from us. We’d hang out and have lunch on our breaks, she was basically our first fan.”

“Nice to meet you Billie.” I said reaching out a hand to her.  She shook my hand immediately and she said.

“Nice to meet you too (y/n). How’d you come across these two lugs?”

“Poor dear got jumped last night, thankfully Rog was around to help her out.” Said Fred as he placed a hand to my shoulder.

“Oh my god—are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just a really bad scratch along my forearm but nothing too bad.”

“Well I would’ve honestly preferred to run into Bri had I been jumped but I’m glad you had Roger to help you out.” Roger looked at her crossly and she playfully stuck her tongue out at him. “So what brings you three here to Kensington market?”

“Well darling, we were hoping to get (y/n) some clothes. She—kinda came with just one set of clothes and has been sharing Roger’s style since last night. So we’re hoping you might have something that just screams her.”

“I think I might have some stuff. Come with me (y/n) and we can get you out of those boy clothes and into some stylish clothes I have.” She took my uninjured arm and pulled me into the stall and took me towards the changing room she had installed in the back room.

It was then I was given the full 1970’s fashion show.  Both Billie and Freddie practically took me and started treating me like a doll, forcing me to try on clothes, hats, coats, bell bottom jeans, the whole nine yards.

“And I’m telling you it’s flea-bitten Fred. I wouldn’t even dream of someone wearing that!” exclaimed Billie dramatically.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic darling, I think (y/n) would look cute in this.” He said holding up a ragged old fur coat that looked like it hadn’t seen the light of day in years.

“You guys do realize she’s a person. Not a doll, let her speak for herself once in a while.” Roger said.  He turned towards me and mouthed out, ‘I’m so sorry.’ I waved it off.

“Alright then, why don’t we ask (y/n) what she’d like?”

“Yes let’s. (Y/n) darling please tell Billie and that devil mind of hers that you’d want this coat over the decade’s old 60’s coat. This just screams you.”

“Ah, ah, ah! No antagonizing the fashion star here Mercury.” Billie warned him.

“Actually guys, something did catch my eye earlier.” I then hopped off the podium and went over to a large brown jacket that had fur ends on both the sleeves and along where the front part meets with the zipper.  

It had an elegant pattern on it, kinda reminded me of old Norwegian drawings that I once saw back in 1031 when the Doctor and I were helping out against the threat the invading reindeer people (I forgot their real names, plus it was in Norwegian tongue so I just called them the reindeer people).

But anyways, I looked cute and it wouldn’t make me stand out as much.  I picked out a cute sweater, a scarf that almost kinda resembled what the Doctor could’ve worn, and one of the many pairs of bellbottom jeans I was given.

“How’s this?”

“Oh my darling, it’s like looking at a Renaissance painting. You are—phenomenal.” Freddie praised.

“But something’s missing.” Billie said.  She then went over to the hats and picked out dark grey flat cap.  She handed me the hat and I placed it on top of my head. “There. Now you’re an aesthetic.”

And that was that.  I got a few sweaters, a couple of turtlenecks, bell bottomed jeans, some boots similar to what Deacy always wore throughout the 1970’s, and any brown furred or faux fur coat that Billie had.  When everything was rung up, Roger asked.

“Okay how much do we owe you Billie?”

“For you guys it’s on the house.”

“Oh no, no, no darling we’ve got some money to spend now since we left the bastard at Trident and switched to EMI. Now how much?”

“I’m feeling generous today. Plus I hadn’t done a fashion show like that in years. Most customers just demand my stuff and that’s it. So this time it’s on me. But if you want a payment, come by next week after the New Year.” Freddie and Roger looked to each other and that’s when Freddie said.

“Throw in you coming to my New Year’s Eve party and you’ve got a deal darling.”

“It’s a deal Freddie.” They leaned in and kissed each other’s cheeks sealing the deal. “Good luck with the concert guys, I’ll be watching it from home. And it was nice meeting you (y/n).”

“Nice meeting you too Billie, and thank you for the clothes.”

“No problem. Cheers guys. And Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas Billie!” Rog and Fred proclaimed as we walked out of Kensington market.

After that, we headed down to the nearest grocery store for the simple items that I needed like toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, socks, gloves, and Roger passed by some sunglasses and he had me try them on to which I said I looked ridiculous but to him, he thought I looked cute (which I won’t deny made me blush a little).

Once all the shopping was done, we headed back to the hotel and Roger helped me unpack my stuff.  As he was helping me put some of my clothes into his closet he asked me.

“Now (y/n), about that friend of yours. What exactly does he look like?” At that point I thanked god that the Doctor at least appeared human, because if he looked like anything else how do you explain that to your hero?

“Well, he’s got short brown hair, he’s pretty tall and lean. Kinda like Brian but not exactly the same height. Oh and he wears a bowtie.”

“What? Seriously?”

“Yeah he says they’re cool. But hopefully that helps. Oh and he basically wears a suit. All the time.”

“Okay what is he a doctor or something?”

“Something like that.”

“Do you recall where you think he might’ve ran off to?”

“That I—I don’t know. I guess I must’ve been knocked just before he ran. God I—I hope I can find him.”

“Hey, we will. I’ll turn all of London upside down if I have too to help you.” Roger said assuringly as he placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.  I looked up at him and softly smiled.

“Thank you Roger. I—literally don’t know what I would’ve done had I not ran into you.”

“Think nothing of it love. I’m glad we met last night.” He playfully ruffled my hair making me exclaim while he grinned and softly laughed.  It was then there was a knock at the door.

“Roger! Roger open the door now!” Oh no it couldn’t be. But as I saw Roger roll his eyes and make a disgusted face as he hauled himself towards the door.  I peeked over from the bedroom to see him open the door to reveal the man I feared I would come in contact with.

Paul Prenter.

“What do you want Prenter?”

“You were supposed to be at the Odeon theater 2 hours ago! Where the bloody hell have you been?!” God just hearing his Irish accent made me feel so dirty.  The bastard who became a bad influence on Freddie, and the greedy snake who would go on to sell off Freddie’s AIDS story for like 30,000 pounds was now standing right before my eyes.

“Unlike you Prenter, I know how to have fun.”

“Well your fun has costed the band two hours of rehearsal. Reid is livid right now!” It was then he somehow saw me and that’s when he barged in and said. “Is this the reason you’ve delayed the rehearsal? For some teenage hussy!?”

“Excuse me!?”

“You have no right to be in here. In fact I can have you arrested and charged with stalking.” Paul threatened.  That’s when Roger stepped in between him and I.

“You even think about that and I’ll have you thrown out the bloody window faster than you can blink!” he snarled protectively.

“You’ve been saying that for years Roger and yet you’ve never done it. You don’t got the nerve.” Bragged Paul.

“Do I?” it was then I watched as Roger dragged Paul towards the back door of the small balcony and forcefully pinned Paul’s head to the stone railings. “Wanna rethink that statement?”

“Okay! Okay! Okay just let me go!” Paul wept.

“Then get the hell out of my room and don’t even dare think about calling the police. Or else there’ll be a new decoration all along the pavement of the Marriot.” He picked Paul back up and forced him out of the room before slamming the door and locked it tight.

Holy shit! I wish that was shown in the movie. Damn Roger Taylor is a lion.

“I am so sorry about him. Paul can be a right up arsehole. I’ve been trying to convince Fred to fire him but somehow he still keeps him around.”

“It’s okay Rog. I’ve—been called worse than hussy.” It’s true.  When you’re involved with a gang, you are called way worse things, especially if you’re a girl.  I’ve been called the B word mostly, the P word and even the C word, all before I was 15.

“Who has called you that? What did they say?”

“Just some school punks back in primary school. You know how little boys are.”

“Even so, my mum taught me to never be rude to girls. Men who do such things like that aren’t even worth living. Nor should they even deserve to call themselves men.” As Roger said that, I noticed this harsh, distant look in his eyes.

Was he—I mean I remember reading a story of how he was a victim of domestic abuse.  There’ve been some theories that it was probably his dad since he was never really spoke much by Roger.  So—could that really be true?

“Rog? You—okay?” I said after he didn’t speak for what felt like 2 minutes.  He snapped out of his daze and said.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Well come on let’s head out and see if we can’t find that friend of yours.”

“Actually. Since I already got you and Fred into more trouble than I’d like, you should go to the rehearsals. I can search for him on my own.”

“Are you sure? I—wouldn’t want you to get hurt again. I have no problem coming with you.”

“Really Rog. It’ll be daylight, more witnesses so I doubt anyone’s gonna jump me. Besides I’ll bet Deacy and Brian are probably pissed at you and Fred for skipping out. Go, rehearse. I’ll meet you guys at around lunch time? Maybe even see you rehearse the concert?”

“I’d like that. And I’m sure Fred would too. If anything happens, here’s the number for the theater as well as my roadie/assistant Crystal.” He took a piece of paper from a notepad and quickly put down a couple of numbers before handing it over to me.

“Thank you.” I said as I took the notepad paper.

“Stay safe love.” And my heart literally stopped when I actually felt Roger kiss my cheek before grabbing his drumsticks and headed out the door.

Oh my god, I can’t believe I just got a kiss on the cheek from my idol.  I’ll admit internally I’m screaming my head off and melting right on the spot.  I placed my hand over the cheek he kissed and I just felt this warm, gooey feeling inside.

“Oh nana would not believe this.” I then got myself ready and headed on out of the hotel and proceeded to walk around the London streets.

As I saw Christmas decorations and lights on almost every corner, I kept muttering to myself.

“Oh Doctor where are you?” I listened carefully for any wheezing and groaning sounds, an eye for a blue police box, or a tall, lean man wearing a purple suit and bowtie.  But after about 2 hours walking along the streets I saw no one, not even the usual suspicious character that usually follows you once you break the time stream.

I sighed heavily and decided to just head over to the Hammersmith Odeon, because I swear if I stay out here any longer, I’m gonna freeze my organs off.  So I headed eastward towards the theater to meet with Roger and the rest of Queen and finally see my favorite band perform right before my eyes.

[hozierandco]

G. MacKay x reader / Fluff

Inspired by "Freak in me" sung by Mild Orange. Different timelines attached to this and overall FLUFFY as in VERY FLUFFY. Light cursing. I figured I might as well write the one inspired by Birdy ft. Rhodes that I mentioned earlier.

January 2020

Y/N was a friend of Dean-Charles Chapman for the longest time since they had attended the same primary school. She had decided to change her habits by going out for once as did George. That in itself should have raised doubts about the chance that there was a star up there helping the two of them. They had known enough about love to be careful about it. Misfortune seemed to be printed on their skin by now. Surprisingly, they did not give up on it though. Which turned out pretty well.

"Hey, you made it!", Dean greeted Y/N with a pint in his hand.

"The chance of seeing you getting hammered, come on, I would not have missed it for the world! And it's been ages anyway"

Dean nodded as he gave George a small hug before introducing him to his long-time friend. It was in the very first seconds his eyes crossed Y/N's that he knew she would change his life, whether for good or for bad. He was willing to find out. She had only rarely gotten this feeling that her life could take a hard left, being a game-changer permanently. Of course, she had felt that pulse beating under her skin seeing her friend and his co-star in 1917 but now was different. In a very good way. Dean had probably seen this coming, probably even set up the whole thing as he was perfectly able to. Y/N for once paid no heed for what the next day could bring. She was to celebrate as if it was the last night.

Once again, a sign came in the way as "Freak in me" started resonating in the bar. For days it was the only song Y/N could listen to (or more like, the only song she would willingly listen to on repeat) and now she had a chance to actually dance on it without looking like a maniac in her living-room. After all, Y/N was a hopeless romantic and an indie band would make no exception to it. For a couple of hours before that George and her had talked whereas Dean was getting closer with a waitress. It was all naturally that the actor had an epiphany by gazing at Y/N's angelic features were prancing about with more and more energy to it. He had to make a move.

Lately, I think of you lots 'Cause my mind's in circles for you Please connect the dots

"Would you consider dancing with me?", he innocently asked looking straight into her eyes with all the confidence he could pull.

Y/N looked around at the unshaken crowd glued to the counter. That bar was not famous for being a popular dance hall. Suddenly, self-consciousness kicked in. Her brain could only process questions starting by "What if?" or "What will people think?". Y/N did not even know how to dance and would most probably make a fool out of her, she thought.

"Trust me on that one?", George kindly muttered. Fuck it. What ifs never lead anywhere and that song was way too good not to be danced on. Y/N applied to George's suggestion with a huge smile on her face.

For a moment of bliss, time had stopped. It was just him and her against the rest of the world. Fire and water could get in the way, their bodies close to one another was all that mattered. George went full on with a courtship ritual that he had no power over. It was as if his body lived independantly from his free will, like a magnet, it could not stay too long far from Y/N's.

And bring me, bring me to you 'Cause you bring out the freak in me It's only for you Just you

The parting was as inexorable as violent. Another song soon replaced what they just had experimented as a holy experience, like dying only to knock on Heaven's doors. It was difficult to get back to a proper conversation right after but then again, hours with such a company appeared like seconds to George.

June 2020

George and Y/N had quickly moved in together. Ever since their odd encounter, there was not a single day without them dancing on the song that had made them fall for one another. When George was away, he would call Y/N to sing it to her, whether as she would be on her way to sleep or she had just awoken. Although they had not actually shared their feelings, it was getting obvious that it was more than just another rebound relationship. Their family and friends were the collateral damages of this blooming love as any moment was a good occasion to show the world just how much they cared for each other.

So kiss me There's something in the air And whether it's love or lust Should we care?

In spite of George being prone to grandiloquent acts to show his feelings as he could easily get bashful and needed the whole package not to chicken out, him confessing his love for his beautiful girlfriend came to him as naturally as when he had asked her to dance with him.

Y/N and him had been teasing one another for minutes when Y/N was out of the blue having George right under her body. It would often happen that Y/N and George just teased themselves until arousal would take over. But the angle George was now facing ignited a new feeling. Was it the moon in the sky, was it his thoughts wandering in his brain, he grabbed Y/N by her hand that was carelessly laying on his chest.

"Do you remember when we talked about love a few weeks back?", George seriously stated. Y/N was now all ears. Of course she remembered. She also remembered that she had felt stupid right after for not taking the chance to confess her love.

"Well, I've been thinking about it again lately and love to me is just what I feel every morning when I realize a star struck me by allowing me to wake up besides you. Love is what makes me wonder why on Earth you chose me out of all men and just to enjoy every minute. Love is going to bed at night with you on my mind and what the next day could bring us"

Y/N could now swore her heart was being rejected by her body. Cause of death: an abnormal heart rate increase. She could not express it any different way than by kissing George. Which she religiously proceeded to.

"I love you too, George", she whispered in between two kisses.

December 2020

Well, it was to happen someday. George and Y/N were soulmates despite the fact that they actually banished that kind of vocabulary. But sometimes, stars shine too bright. Or the planets are simply not aligned. They barely argued and in nearly a year, it had never damaged their relationship. Except for this one time.

It was a silly question of schedules. George had forgotten to show up at a date they had planned and when Y/N would most of the time feel no resent, she did not feel like it this time. Things had gone so messy that for the first time since they shared beds, George had found shelter on the couch. He knew he had fucked up but at the same time could not get his mind to make amends. In fact, it had been a whole terrible week  during they could simply not find common grounds. That night was just the apex of a hill they had been climbing up all week.

Both of them could not find sleep as anger was inevitably taking over them.

As minutes became hours, George decided to call for some truce. Besides, he could not bear to know that Y/N would be mad at him when it was possibly the very last thing he wanted. He thought that Y/N would be asleep when he came near the threshold leading to their bedroom. He just had to make sure she was doing fine. Not only was he quite surprised to see that Y/N was awake but if he was even more assured that he was doing the right thing. 'Cause you bring out the freak in me It's only for you Just you' Cause you, you bring out the freak in me A side that only you could see

his phone sang the lyrics to their song when he knew he would fail talking for now. He then sat on the edge of the bed and talked the two last lines through, before apologizing.

"You're an arse, George"

"I know"

"But man, do I love you"

"Yeah, I know that too"

June 2026

The house was suspiciously still when Y/N came back from work. It had not been this quiet for quite a long time so it could only lead to further investigation. Little did she know that a gathering was going on in the other side of the house.

"Dancing on that song, aren't you?", she heard George who was now her husband say through the door. "Do you know that's how mom and dad met?"

His husband only had eyes for the tiny human being that was painfully standing on his two feet so it was fairly easy for Y/N to get in without being detected. Their son was trying his best to dance on his own to one very familiar song but for the moment had to rely on his father's help to do so. He was awkwardly moving on his father's feet who occasionally lifted him in the air.

After a few seconds, babblings from their son replaced George's voice singing the lyrics as the baby was now pointing at his mother. George turned around as he took his child in his arms. Making his way towards the woman of his dreams and the mother of his son, he kept on singing:

Lately, I think of you lots' Cause my mind's in circles for you Please connect the dots

[motleycrueimagine]

This Ain’t A  Love Song - Part Sixx - Nikki Sixx Fanfiction

Words count:    1771

Warnings: Language, alcol, drugs

N/A: Believe it or not I’m struggling to stick to my own deadlines XD I’ll try to post more regularly but i cannot fix a precisce schedule, at least for now. For the story i’m trying to keep all the events in a believable timeline and at the same time I’m trying to stick to some key events that marked the Crue’s real lives. I let you read now, as always taglist is open and feedbacks are really appreciated. xx

Huge thanks to @blonde-shamrock

Summary:

Maya Prescott has done anything possible to fix her life. It was 1977 when she left her groupie life: no more parties, no more concerts, no more drugs, alcohol or casual sex, just to achieve a full standard life. Now it’s 1981 and after a four years disappearance  Maya Prescott unexpectedly shows up to the party of one of the most promising emerging bands of the LA’s rock’n roll scene: Motley Crue. But what should be her last ride is destined to change her life in so many unexpected ways.  

TagList: @motleycrueee  @babygal-babygal@unknownoblivion @sweetshutter

Masterlist

31 December 1981

We were singing out loud down the stage of the Troubadour; the guys were rocking their New Year’s Eve performance. The beginning of Live Wire was marking the end of the concert and the crowd was ecstatic.

Vince came closer to us and shared the mic, “Cause I’m hot young running free a little bit better than I use to be!”  we sang out loud, I kissed his cheek before he got back up to keep singing the refrain.

Carol patted my shoulder and came closer to my ear, “Nik is looking at you,” she informed me and immediately my eyes wandered towards him.

“As always” I replied sending him a kiss, he winked back. He was outstandingly beautiful, even with all that makeup smudged around his face.

As the song ended, they started thanking the audience and saying goodbye to the fans. Me and my friends moved over to the back stage where a bouncer, 6 ft tall and covered in muscles, tasked with letting through the prettiest girls of the club, was already waiting for us.

“Thank you, Clive” I waved at him and then headed towards the back of the stage, Allan Coffman, Motley’s manager was waiting for them as well. I did not like him at all, he was weird and honestly made me kind of uncomfortable.

“Maya, it’s always a pleasure to see you around,” he greeted me, as always. I was struggling to understand if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Hi Allen.” I kept a neutral tone. Tommy ran down the stage clearly overexcited

“Woah it was fucking great!” he exclaimed grabbing a bottle of water and emptying it directly on his head. All the guys followed him.

“You did amazing guys.” I assured them, tossing a water bottle to Nikki and he grabbed it promptly.

“Thank you, honey.” While he reached to me sliding his arm around my shoulders.

“Oh c’mon you’re all sweaty, “ I laughed trying at the same time to free myself from him.

He was able to kiss my cheek playfully before being pushed away. “Really? You don’t like my hyper manly perfume?” he joked gaining another push on his shoulder.

“Cut it Nikki, go get cleaned up and we’ll talk about your manly perfume,” I retorted while he was walking towards the changing room. My eyes followed his figure until he disappeared behind the door, followed by Mick.

“What was that?” Emma asked as I turned to face my friends.

“What?” I was confused.

“All that flirtiness and puppy eyes,” Carol continued. All of my friends were looking at me.

“It was nothing -we weren’t flirting! We’re just friends, so stop dreaming.”

I knew how the relationship between me and Nikki could be perceived by the people, but the truth was that there was nothing. Yes, we had bonded in the last month because we had spent a lot of time together, but just as I had bonded with Vince, Tommy and Mick. I get that there was chemistry, and the sexual attraction was clear, but I wasn’t going to involve myself with that adorable dickhead.

“So if I were to fuck him, you wouldn’t be jealous?” Emma teased, making me raise a brow.

“No?” I answered just before letting a puff out of my mouth, “I can’t stand you. Let’s go I need a drink.” And without waiting for them I headed in the direction of the small living room where the staff had prepared some drinks for the guys.

—

Three hours and a new year later we were still drunkenly partying at the Rainbow. I was laying on the table letting the guys drink shots from my body, Tommy was licking rum from my collarbone while I was giggling because his tongue was tickling me.

“Okay enough, enough!” I laughed trying to catch my breath, I sat on the table feeling the alcohol flow from my skin into my top.

“C’mon I wasn’t done yet!” Tommy protested with a childish smile.

“You were tickling me on purpose you asshole!” His face was enough to confirm my theory. I jumped down the table and attempted to regain my balance before staggering towards the bar.

“Two shots of tequila please.” I asked the bartender. I was clinging to the bar counter trying to stand straight and to compose myself.

“I was patiently waiting for my turn and then I sadly discover that you are done with body shots.” Nikki’s fake sad voice joined me.

“It’s Tommy’s fault.” I cackled. I used to try to not be alone around Nikki when I was drunk, incidents would always occur when it happened.

“You ignored me for most of the night” he accused while the guy behind the bar served my shots. I frowned.

“I haven’t ignored you, I just decided not to ruin your date,” I explained. Beth had brought a friend that had clearly gone mad for Nikki, and they seemed to get along pretty well during the night.

“Well my date went home a few hours ago…” the smirk he gave me drove me crazy as always.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I warned him, gently pushing is face away.

“Like what?” He questioned making very clear how amused he was.

I chose not to answer - ignoring him was the best tactic. I started pouring salt on the back of my hand.

“Like what?” He repeated poking my side.

“Do you want your shot or not?!” He nodded in response, “So shut up and drink.” I licked the salt and then, with all the courage that the alcohol had gave me, I kissed him. It was not the kind of kiss you’d see in a romantic movie, more likely in a porn film. It had clearly caught him by surprise but he didn’t back down. His lips tasted like the cheap liquors he had drank the whole night. The flavour mixed weirdly well with the salt on my tongue. His hands reached my hair keeping me close and allowing him to deepen the kiss. That wet, breath-taking kiss lasted for a few seconds before I took a step back ending it to drink my tequila shot as nothing had happened.

Nikki took a little longer to finally drink his shot; I must had caught him a little off guard. Standing against the counter I was now looking at him with a drunk smirk.

“Was it worth the waiting?” I asked then biting my lower lip softly. Bad ideas were accumulating in my head. He came towards me, locking his eyes into mine.

“I’m still not sure, lemme…” and as he got dangerously close…

“Maya! We need a referee over here!” Tommy and his perfect timing were screaming from the other side of the club.

I was still looking at Nikki “I’m coming, honey!” And the atmosphere was over.

—

Nikki’s POV

As I entered the room, I found Maya sitting on the ground laughing hysterically, I was pretty confused.

“Are you testing the softness of the moquette?” I asked helping her to get back on her feet.

“Your stupid boots made me fall,” She mumbled while gripping my shoulder to get rid of her heels.

“I’m tired… my feet hurt, and I think I’m gonna throw up…” she walked across my room throwing her shoes to the side.

“Please don’t throw up in here,” I begged her. She was completely shitfaced. The night full of alcohol and drugs had destroyed all of us, but Maya and Tommy’s decision to attempt to roll in the middle of the road had sobered me up in seconds. So now here I was babysitting this stubborn beautiful girl that… well was now getting undressed in my room.

“Maya what are you doing?” I asked again for the millionth time.

“Making myself comfortable,” she answered while fighting with the dress that was stuck on her head. I got closer and I helped her free herself. She looked at me with a weird gaze.

“Let me guess, this doesn’t mean we’re about to fuck, right?” Already knowing the answer, I allowed myself to take a longer look at her exposed body.

Her flat belly was crossed by a big tattoo that I had only glimpsed till now, it was a huge snake: its tail was tangled on her left thigh and it went up crossing her hip diagonally till her right ribcage. The sight was almost enough to make me hard.

“Are you done staring at me like a creep?” she asked before turning around to get to the bed. And no, I definitely wasn’t done - not looking at that perfectly round butt would have been a real shame. Alright, now I was definitely hard.

“Maya where are you going?” I asked her as she slipped under my sheets. I was being a good boy but she could not sleep with me half naked and expect me to resist the temptation to put a hand on her.

“When you’re done complaining turn the light off.” I sighed passing my hand through my messy hair. I could not believe I was about to have the hardest night of my life.

So, I took all my self-control, got rid of my clothes and I joined her in bed.

“I was pretty sure you were going to sleep on the couch,” she said with an amused pitch, turning on my side “oh god…” she started giggling covering her eyes with one hand, “What the hell, why are you naked?!” she asked with a full sweet and drunk laughter.

“Well this is my bed, and I always sleep like this so…” since she wanted to play it dirty, I was going to do the same. “Just don’t touch me, I don’t want to fuck you tonight,” I said mimicking her voice.

“Oh shut up, I know you want it. This reverse psychology is not going to work with me,” she continued playfully before turning around again with her back to me. I gave her a not-so-gentle spank because the temptation was too strong.

“I knew it was coming,” she laughed shaking her head a little bit. “Can you at least cover yourself so that if I turn around I’m not gonna get blinded by your manhood?” I smiled enjoying this scene way too much.

“I don’t know if I feel like it,” I simply stated turning on my side. “Have a good night, Maya,” I wished her and then I turned the lights off.

[taste-in-music]

My Favorite EPs of 2018

For all the larger releases and albums dropped in 2018, I also think it’s important to focus on smaller projects, many of them debut efforts, from lesser known artists. I’m limiting myself to two top tracks per album so I don’t end up just saying every song. So I present to you, (in no particular order,) my favorite EPs of 2018. Enjoy!

Make My Bed by King Princess: King Princess is the quirky queer pop star that I’ve needed in my life for a while. Not only are her songs the best mix of laid back and melodic, but her music videos are also great, (just to reiterate, I freaking ADORE artists who give a crap about their visuals.) This EP is short, but wastes no time getting to the bops. It’s also been great seeing her gain traction in the pop scene and start to get the recognition she deserves. (She’s going to be playing in my city but I can’t go, so guess who’s salty...)

My Top Tracks: Holy, 1950

Ungodly by BAUM: I first came across BAUM’s music when she opened for Dagny, and I was interested immediately. (She was great live BTW.) Her deeper voice suits her powerful pop anthems wonderfully, and she’s got the charisma and the songwriting skills to stand out from the rest of the pop scene. I hope to hear more from her in the future.

My Top Tracks: Hot Water, This Body

Raw by Sigrid: Sigrid, the unsung sunshine goddess of Scandinavian pop music. How is every song she releases perfect? I love everything about her, from her get-stuck-in-your-head-in-the-best-way hooks to her first-raspy-then-clear-as-an-angel voice to her style, (seriously, all her outfits are adorable,) to her beautiful hair, to her smile... I’m convinced she’s an actual ray of sunshine. You keep doing you, Sigrid, it’s working.

My Top Tracks: High Five, Schedules

Burn Slow by Jaira Burns: I first came across Jaira Burns when YouTube recommended me her music video for Ugly. That song was solid, so I went looking for her other music and found some of her more recently released singles. I didn’t know she was going to drop an EP, and finding it in my Spotify release radar was a whole treat. Her brand of pop is upbeat and totally bopping, complete with sparkly production, playful lyrics, and sassy vocals. 

My Top Tracks: OKOKOK, This Time Around

Medusa by Kailee Morgue: This EP is witchy as fuck, and it always gets me in that spooky sexy chaotic enchantress mood. Kailee Morgue filled the slot in my music rotation that used to belong to Melanie Martinez, balancing creepy atmosphere with super sweet vocals. I’ve had the title track of this EP on repeat throughout the whole year, as well as her other singles. I hope to see an album from her in the future. 

My Top Tracks: Medusa, Unfortunate Soul

Sunset Season by Conan Gray: Much like the title suggests, this EP is drenched in golden-hour glory, rich with complex vocal layering and ethereal instrumentals. From the catchy hook on Crush Culture to softer tunes like Lookalike, this EP gives me major Blue Neighbourhood vibes while also carving out it’s own unique identity. I can’t recommend this enough.

My Top Tracks: Crush Culture, Greek God

Bad Habit by Your Smith: This EP is super short, but super sweet, too. The music is as sunny and bright as a warm summer day. Spotify recommended me the track “The Spot,” and I was instantly hooked on Your Smith’s subtle vocals and smooth production. The title track and deeper cuts on this EP are just as good, catchy and top-tap inducing, (especially the song Debbie. What a BOP) 

My Top Tracks: The Spot, Debbie

chapter 1 by girl in red: Chill and laid back with a low-fi, homemade sound, 19 year old Norwegian singer/songwriter girl in red may not be as well known as other entries on this list, but certainly deserves more recognition. This entire EP is wlw bops, and she produced everything herself! Think Clairo’s sound meeting Hayley Kiyoko’s lyrics. (Her we fell in love in october/forget her single is also great, so check that out too.)

My Top Tracks: girls, say anything

diary 001 by Clairo: Apparently liking Clairo makes me a basic local and she’s allegedly an industry plant or whatever, but that doesn’t detract from my enjoyment of her music. Her relaxed vocals and simple production are totally likable and help me unwind after a long day. I’m not always into the whole whispery low-fi thing, but she does it well.

My Top Tracks: 4EVER, Pretty Girl

Spring EP by Wallows: An indie rock/pop band with easygoing vocals, bright instrumentals, and an all around nostalgic feel? Sign me the heck up. I first heard of this band because Dylan Minnette is in it, but that’s not why I decided to seek them out. I decided to after hearing Pictures of Girls on the radio and getting a recommendation in my ask, (thanks to @ delightful-unicorn.) I always love getting recommendations, so y’all send me some more!

My Top Tracks: Ground, Pictures of Girls

As She Pleases by Madison Beer: My sister got me into Madison Beer, specifically with the tracks Dead and Say It To My Face. While this EP can feel overproduced at times, it’s stuffed with catchy and danceable pop tracks, as well as some softer moments. I had the opportunity to see Madison Beer live, and it was a ton of fun, (she sounded pretty good. She’s got mad pipes, and I feel like she’ll only get better at controlling them with time.) Her newest single Hurts Like Hell slaps and she’s got a debut album in the works. Heck to the yeah!

My Top Tracks: Fools, Teenager In Love

Young by Charlotte Lawrence: If you’re into the whole Bea Miller/Olivia O’Brien/Maggie Lindemann kind of pop scene, I’d definitely say that you should check out Charlotte Lawrence. You know what? Check her out even if you aren’t into those artists. After hearing Seventeen, (which might be one of my favorite songs EVER, what a banger,) I was hyped for this EP and wasn’t disappointed. She’s got party jams and slower songs, all which showcase her lovely voice.

My Top Tracks: Sleep Talking, I Bet

Nina Cried Power by Hozier: We can say that, despite all the shit that’s happened this year, that at least Hozier emerged from his mossy hovel in the fae realm to bless us with new music. I’ve always found Hozier interesting, but I wasn’t always a giant fan of his. I think my experience with his music was like when I first heard Royals by Lorde on the radio: I knew it was something unique and different from everything else, wasn’t sure if I liked it, and then grew to appreciate it. This EP has got some power and bombast to it, but also showcases Hozier’s softer side. And he’s got an album on the way! Color me excited. 

My Top Tracks: Nina Cried Power ft. Mavis Staples, Shrike

Read my top albums of 2018 list.

So that’s that on that. What were your favorite EPs of 2018? Any newer artists you think everyone should know about? Leave your recommendations and thoughts down below. 

[hayjeon]

Yours [M] ft. Jungkook

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Drabble game #83. “Just once.”

→ captainAmerica!Jk finale, part 1 here → 10k words, finally I think i’m over my writer’s block LOL this monster took me all night.

a/n: i know in the movies cap!am doesn’t have his own company like stark does, but let’s just deal. you know. it might oscillate between like a ceo!jk and captain!jk, but just assume that after avengers went popular or whatever, he built himself the same name and wealth for himself like stark did.

also rated, for….well….jungkook basically. this is pretty nasty LOL

It’s been weeks. Weeks since Jungkook barged into your apartment that one time and fucked you until you forgot your own name, breaking his rules about sleeping over and doing anything but sex.

Weeks since he left you confused and helplessly sore and even more in love with him. He left you empty, no calls or even a goodbye before he left while you were sleeping, not even a piece of clothing left behind to even prove he’d been over. The only evidence was on your own body, the full ache and throbbing of your core and the hickeys and bruises scattered over your chest and hips. And in your dreams you can still vaguely remember the pressure of his hands pressing yours down into the sheets and gripping your hips as he drilled into you, the growl of his voice demanding you to scream his name…dreams that had you waking up in a sweat and with arousal slicked between your legs.

Even in the office he doesn’t give you another glance than he does the other employees. Not even a curt nod, or a lingering look to indicate a deeper relationship.

Heck, he even treats Stark better than you, which is a lot saying he absolutely hates his guts and Taehyung Stark was the only person Jungkook would actually let get on his nerves.

The nations number one role model still had his weaknesses.

You sigh as you type away on your computer, organizing his schedule and contacting the other offices for files and documents for the upcoming merger. Almost month and a half of not seeing Jungkook privately and not even being able to get off on your own.

Your best friend Chaeyoung was having a fit. “Get a boyfriend! And stop whining over that guy, he’s definitely not worth it. Asshole.” She was the only other person in the world who knew about your little affair. She’d accidentally walked into your apartment before you got a chance to hide the discarded captains uniform crumpled on your bedroom floor and had run straight into a ruined bed and your clothes scattered all over the house.

And after she’d gotten over the whole you’re-fucking-captain-America shock phase, she’d been badgering you on breaking it off to preserve your own heart. It was painfully obvious to anyone that you were head over heels for him. But no one was allowed to know.

So when the two-month mark hits, of not having any conversations other than your polite greetings to Jungkook and fleeting glances on your part down hallways, and catching glimpses of him only through the pixels of your computer or tv screen on the local news or broadcast, you decided it was time to finally let go.

Chaeyoung’s boss was holding a big get together for the holidays at his condo and had invited all of his employees who were allied to bring plus ones. She’d excitedly dressed you up in one of her classy-but-confident ensemble of a dark blue dress, strapped heels that were higher than the building you worked at, and perfect hair and makeup that took her hours to perfect. She’d gotten herself ready in a flash as you finished curling her hair and finishing a few documents from work.

The taxi arrive on time and the both you clamber out and take a moment to gawk at the estate. Chaeyoung said it was supposed to be a condo, but it seemed like this was an entire city packed into one home. The huge building decorated with classy Christmas lights, a huge tree in the middle, and a buffet of food off to the side that your mouth was watering for.

Chaeyoung nudges you as you two enter the two double doors, receiving nods from the bouncer as they recognize Chaeyoung. “That’s the host, him, over there. Stark Taehyung.”

You turn to her in shock. “What the fuck Chae,” you hiss, pulling her close, “you don’t work for Stark! I thought you said the host was your boss!”

She slips away from you, rubbing her neck.

“Technically Stark enterprises bought out my company sooooo…” she trails off, grinning at you knowingly, “he is my boss. And he specifically asked me to bring you.”

You curl back. “What? Me?!”

She nods, glancing back at him as he expertly chats away a group of important-looking men. “Yes! Y/n, why would he do that! It’s cause he’s interested! Now go, go and flirt. He’s much nicer and sweeter than Jungkook can ever dream of being.”

You frown. “I don’t know. It feels a little wrong you know?”

She rolls her eyes. “Would you break out of that shameful little secret you had with Mr Jeon? This is different. Taehyung is not morally obligated to be a role model fake ass hoe like Jungkook was. He can do whatever he wants, which includes flirting and most likely boning you tonight.” She winks.

You elbow her. “Stop, two months is not too long.”

She scoffs. “I just hope that your vagina isn’t still using sticks to create fire and actually understands that the world is round.”

You giggle and shove her lightly, as she gently pushes you towards him. You turn and see Taehyung take a quick glimpse in your direction, catch your eye and raise his glass and smile at you, and quickly turn back to his conversation and end it before jogging over.

You’re a little breathless.

He’s gorgeous in photos and news broadcasts, but it’s your first time seeing him in person, especially after spending so much time with Jungkook, who made it his personal mission and agenda to cross paths with Taehyung Stark as least as possible. And in person, Taehyung is absolutely gorgeous and tall and piercing.

He smiles, “y/n! Nice to finally meet you in person.”

You laugh, accepting the flute of champagne. “You know me?”

He laughs, sipping his wine. “Of course, you’re a celebrity in the department for being the most excellent worker.”

You blush. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just look like I have a lot to do.”

He laughs, leaning against a chair. “You mean, juggling work and relationship?”

You finish off the flute and grab another from a passing waitress. “No,” you shake your head, “I’m not in a relationship. Just my job!”

He clinks drinks with you. Winking, “Ah, well that’s just awful! A woman like you, with your hard working personality, your beautiful looks, who wouldn’t want to date you?” 

Maybe it’s the alcohol making you a little nervous and honest right now. “I know right? I should just go out and find the right one.” 

“Hm, seems like you do have someone in mind. Does this person not know of your feelings for him?” 

You rest your elbow on the table and cradle your head in your hand. Staring sadly at the bubbles in your flute, you mumble, “Mhm. Doesn’t even give me a look,” You scoff, finishing off the champagne with another quick swig. 

Taehyung just watches you with a little smile on his lips. You keep going. “Can you even believe it though? Doesn’t even say hi, not even a look, who does he think he is?” 

He eventually stops you from drinking any further, but stays by your side all night, until you slowly start to feel yourself sobering up. You sway a little by the balcony, and he immediately catches you by the waist, helping you steady yourself on your heels. 

“Careful there,” he says lowly, letting go when you lean against the railing. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Stark, I’m feeling a little better.” You sip on the water bottle he gave you. “Um, can I ask you a question?” 

“Sure darling, go ahead.” 

The nickname seems to make you even drunker. “Would you like to have se—” 

“Y/N.” A low voice cuts you off from behind and you whirl around at the familiar tone. Jungkook stands behind you with a tick in his jaw and his tuxedo jacket thrown over his forearm. He strides up to the both of you, and you stumble a bit as you hastily move to straighten up. Taehyung grabs you from behind, large warm hands cradling your waist and you catch the way Jungkook’s eyes linger darkly on the sight before moving back up to your unfocused ones. 

“Captain Jeon,” you mumble, bowing clumsily. 

 "Are you okay?“ He asks, stepping forward to wrap his jacket around you, "this womanizer isn’t trying anything on you?” He throws a look at Taehyung.

 "Woah woah,“ Taehyung interjects, both hands up, "I’m a gentleman. I would never." 

 Jungkook snaps back, "then why the fuck would you let her get this drunk? It’s a cocktail party for fucks sake, not a college frat party." 

 You shrivel under the harsh tone he spits at Taehyung, feeling the burnt of the remark because it’s mainly aimed at you. You were the one who drank the alcohol, not Taehyung. But mr. stark doesn’t say anything and just smiles, finishing off the rest of his glass and sauntering away. Ever so always the slick one. 

 As soon as Taehyung is out of sight, Jungkook turns to you and immediately his brow furrows. You hunch as small as you can, feeling the heat of his glare. But his tone is a bit different from how pissed he looks. 

"Why can’t you take care of yourself? Be careful of getting too drink with another man,” he murmurs, tucking his coat tighter around your bare shoulders. “You don’t know what they want." 

 You probably shouldn’t have drank so much. Chaeyoung always scolded you for having a loose lip whenever you get a bit tipsy. So you blurt out, "what do you want Jungkook?” 

He blinks back at you, frowning. “What?” He takes a look around, making sure no one is close enough to see or hear the both of you. 

You slur, “I said, what do you want from me? You’re a man. I’m a woman. What do you want?” You press closer to him, and his large hands come to your elbows, holding you at an arms distance away. 

He sighs, brows knitting even closer on his handsome face. “You’re drunk, Y/N. Let’s get you home.” 

You shake your head so hard you stumble a bit, and the hands on your arms help steady you, maneuvering you to lean heavily against his side. “Don’t wanna” you mumble, closing your eyes as he begins ushering you to a back entrance, probably to his car. “I hate you.” 

His voice rumbles in the chest you’re leaning against. “You hate me huh?” 

You nod, pushing hair away from your face. It was probably a mess right now, but you couldn’t care less. 

“Yeah, I hate you. I’m over this.” 

The last thing you remember is Jungkook carefully placing you in his car, and then sitting down into the driver’s seat, exchanging a few muffled conversations with you before you black out. 

Your head is throbbing and it is so fucking hot in the room when you wake up. Your back is slicked in sweat, and your face feels warm and stuffy. Squeezing your eyes shut you groan and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. Peeping one eye open, you stare at your surroundings, groaning as the white covers reflect the sunlight filtering through the window–

Fuck. You didn’t own white covers. And if the sun was already up, you were definitely completely fucking late. You scramble up, staring and gawking at your surroundings, mouth gaping as you try to rack your memory for what the hell happened last night. This place was a gorgeous room, decked with expensive looking draperies on the 4-poster King sized bed, dark grey carpets matching the gray marble in the restroom you could see from here. You scan the area for your belongings and find your purse and heels sitting on the nightstand. Grabbing them and strapping on your shoes, you grab your purse and the accompanying jacket lying there and scramble out of the house. 

It’s a huge estate, spacious and large and surprisingly empty, and you thank the gods as you make it to the front door and down the hall without running into anyone. As you punch your finger desperately into the elevator button, you realize you’re on the topmost floor in the center of Seoul. 

Confused, you slump against the glass walls of the elevator, catching your breath and rubbing your temples. The last thing you remembered from the party last night was chatting with Taehyung before you got extremely drunk. Frowning, you couldn’t remember any details about him carrying you home though. 

You sigh as you make it to the street without any problems or running into any familiar faces who’d definitely recognize you despite the day-old makeup and the horrible nest of hair on your head. Flagging down a taxi, you hurriedly bark out your address and the driver understands and zooms down toward your place. 

Chaeyoung isn’t home either, and you jam your phone into its charging port as soon as you open your door. While it turns on, you throw off your clothes into the hamper, including the jacket and jump into the shower to wash off all your makeup and somehow gain control of the mess of hair. If you were going to be late, you might as well look presentable while you’re apologizing. 

After the quickest shower in your life, you scurry out and quickly throw on a formal business set of clothes, spritzing some perfume on your wrists and letting your hair down to blow dry a bit. After some mascara and some lipstick, you’re ready to go. You grab your phone and quickly make it downstairs in time to catch another taxi to work. 

You scroll through your notifications, including a dozen emails from Captain Jeon’s partners and collaborators, asking to fit themselves into his schedule. A couple missed calls and texts from Chaeyoung demanding to know where the hell you are, and then finally, a text from an unknown number. 

[12:04AM] Did you make it home last night? - TS

You immediately recognize the initials. You quickly reply to Chaeyoung and then type back a response. 

[9:03AM] Yes, thank you. How did you find my number?

The response is almost immediate. 

[9:03AM] I have my ways ;) 

[9:04AM] What are your plans for tonight? 

The taxi driver slows to a stop in front of Jeon Corporations. Thanking him, you tip him generously and walk out towards the entrance, sheepishly greeting the receptionist as you hurry through the security doors. 

On the elevator ride up, you respond to Taehyung. 

[9:08AM] I guess it depends on what the captain has planned on his schedule today. 

More people filter into the elevator.

[9:08AM] You know that’s not what I mean, Y/N. 

Frowning, you lock your phone and stuff it in your purse. You were extremely late and about to get chewed out by whoever was inconvenienced by your tardiness in a couple seconds. You didn’t have time to think too hard about these texts like a giddy high school girl. 

Smoothing down your hair and straightening your shoulders, you wait until the elevator stops at the highest floor, and step out gingerly in your heels. Breathing in short breaths, you round the corner until you see your desk empty, and gingerly sit in the seat without making too much noise. Your co worker looks up from her screen and her eyes bulge out at you, glancing quickly toward Mr. Jeon’s office before throwing you a look. 

You smile, apologizing with your lips, and you stand up with her as she leads you to the break room. 

“Y/N,” Seulgi hisses, “Do you know what time it is?!” 

You groan, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. “I know, I know. I’m so late, I’m sorry. Is everything in the office okay?” 

She sighs, watching you rub your temples. “No, honestly. Two deals got canceled today. He’s not in a good mood.” 

You sigh, mixing in more cream and sugar. You were gonna need it. “Fuck,” you mutter, “well, guess I’m in for a chewing out by the one and only.” 

She leans against the counter. “Where were you last night?”

You sigh, straightening out your blouse. “Okay, honestly? I don’t know…” 

Her eyes widen and you continue. “I remember talking to Taehyung Stark about something and then that’s where my memory kind of cuts off…” You trail off. 

“Damn,” she whispers, “you got hammered didn’t you? How much wine did you drink?” 

You shake your head. “I seriously don’t even remember. I haven’t drank like that since my 21st birthday. I woke up in a stranger’s room.” 

“Y/N!” She squeals, eyes wide, “I can’t believe you! Did you get laid?” 

“No!” You hiss, “I didn’t!” 

She laughs, leading you back to your desks. “Well, damn, if I got a chance to romp with Taehyung, damn me.” 

You giggle at her, cradling the cup in your hands. “Oh shut up. We didn’t even do anything.” 

“Do what?” A deep voice startles the both of you and you snap your head to see Mr. Jeon standing in his doorway, watching the both of you with a dark glint in his eye. Seulgi stammers out an apology and scurries back to her desk. You stand there with eyes wide and panic mode, trying not to drop your coffee all over your new Jimmy Choo’s. 

“Uh,” you mutter dumbly, swallowing the lump in your throat. “G-good m-morning, Mr. Jeon.” 

He just stares you down a couple of feet away from you, glowering. “Meet me in my office, Y/N, 2 minutes.” He turns on his heels and slams the door behind him, leaving you quaking in your heels. You glance at Seulgi who looks like she’s about to cry, and sigh as you set down your coffee and enter his office. You let the door shut quietly behind you and linger by the doorway, hands wrung in front of you and eyes cast down at your shoes. You couldn’t bear to look at him. 

“Y/N,” he says lowly from his seat at his desk. “come here.” 

You look up at him and slowly walk over to in front of his desk. “Yes sir.” 

He hums behind his hands. “How late were you today?” 

You cringe. “Two hours sir.” 

“Why?” 

You blink. “Um, I ran into some unprecedented troubles in the morning, sir. I am so sorry about that, I assure you nothing like this will happen ever again.” 

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Does it have anything to do with how drunk you were last night?” 

You snap your head up, staring at him in horror. He’d witnessed your state!  Internally groaning, you let your chin drop down again as you mumble, “Yes sir. I apologize for any inappropriate behavior last night sir. I completely must have lost my mind.” 

He stands up, hands in his pockets. “What kind of behavior are you sorry for?” 

You bite your lip. “I’m not sure, I can’t remember much.” 

“You can’t remember?” He seems a bit caught off-guard, and you cock your head to the side as you try to rack your brains on what he might be referencing. Were you seriously such a drunk idiot last night that he was questioning you like this?

“Uh, y-yes sir. I’m afraid I can’t recall anything…” 

His face hardens, his jaw tightening and he turns away from you to face the huge window behind his desk. 

“That’s all for now. You can leave. Have Seulgi come in later to read me my schedule.” 

What the hell? That was odd, you’d expected him to at least give you a slap on the wrist for being so late. But this, this was not good. 

“Oh, okay. Is that all you have to say to me today sir?” 

He doesn’t turn, his shoulders tightening from where he stood. “Yes. Get out.” 

You bite your lip and mumble another apology before quietly exiting the room. Tears burn behind your eyes, feeling absolutely humiliated by him and disgusted with yourself. Sitting quietly at your desk, you blink back the anger and heat and focus entirely on re-doing Mr. Jeon’s schedule to an impeccable perfect calendar, adding in the emails that you missed this morning and finalizing some more appointments and organizing a few more reports. 

Halfway in, you throw a glare at his door. 

How could he just question you like that, make you feel like an idiot, and then throw you out? This wasn’t even the first time. He was just so cold. After all that you’ve done with him… 

Glancing at your phone sitting on your desk, you grab it in a moment of pure compulsiveness and type out one daring message. 

[10:02] Taehyung, what do you say you take me out tonight?

The response comes back immediately. So different than Captain Jeon, who took hours and hours to respond to any of your messages. 

[10:03] Perfect. ;) I’ll pick you up at 6. 

Locking your phone, you take a quick look at your reflection in the mirror, and unbutton the first two buttons on your blouse. Today was going to be the day you officially moved on. 

Taehyung made quite the show of showing up at Jeon enterprises with a sleek black Rolls Royce and stepping out of it to wait for you to exit the building. Blushing, you greet him with a smile, and try to step into the vehicle as quickly as possible to avoid any looks. Thank goodness the Captain had left an hour ago to attend the last business meeting of the day. If he’d seen the car, he’d be livid.

Who were you kidding though, there were already crowds of people lingering in the glass lobby, staring at the both of you and wondering how the hell the president’s secretary was stepping into the expensive car of his rival. There were probably already rumors going around as you took each next breath.

Taehyung gets in behind you, shutting the door and the driver begins driving smoothly to a destination without him having to ask anything. Turning to you, he smiles widely, charmingly handing you a single rose and kissing the back of your hand. 

“So, how was your day?” 

You put the rose in your purse. “Horrible. Thank you for picking me up, Taehyung, I needed this.” 

You see his eyes linger on the exposed skin of your chest when you lean forward. His eyes are a bit darker when he looks up at you again and throws you another charming smirk. 

“I needed this too.” 

“Where are we going?” You ask, surveying the passing surroundings in your window. 

He hums, sitting back into the plush leather seats. The sun is setting and one by one, the street lights begin to flicker on, shrouding the city in a beautiful blue and golden glow. “How about some drinks?” 

You hesitate and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, we’ll eat too, so you don’t get so tipsy.” 

Groaning, you step out when the car slows down to a stop in front of an expensive looking restaurant and bar. “You remember?” 

He laughs, helping you out with a large hand clasped around yours. His fingers are long and warm against yours and squeeze them a bit as you steady yourself. “Of course, more than you do.” He gives you a flirty wink and nods at the host standing in the entrance. Without having to look at his list, the host escorts the both of you to the back of the restaurant, where a table for two is already set up with menus sitting on the top. 

Taehyung murmurs an order of some wine that goes over the top of your head and you let him pull your chair out for you as you sit down. Surveying the lavish decorations of the restaurant, you gawk at the floor-to-ceiling aquarium decorating an entire wall, and the brilliant chandeliers that look like they’ll cost your yearly salary suspended throughout the room. Even the wine glasses have intricate designs cut into the crystal, and the plates look like they’re lined with genuine gold. 

The menu doesn’t even have prices. Just a couple choices and quite simple ingredient lists below them. But even the paper of the menu feels heavy and expensive in your hand, and you politely choose a plate that doesn’t look too much. 

The waiter comes with a smile and silently pours the dark wine into your glasses as Taehyung tells him your orders. When he leaves, Taehyung grins at you. 

“What?” you quirk, taking a sip of your wine. 

“Nothing.” He grins, unashamedly staring at you. 

You bashfully take a few more sips of your wine. You remember what Chaeyoung told you when you got the party last night. Taehyung was a good man, and was okay with no-string relationships. Maybe this was your chance to finally get over the captain. 

Clearing your throat, you lean forward, letting your lashes fall heavily on your cheeks, and you lower your tone a few notes. “So what happened last night?” 

Bingo, Taehyung’s eyes flit to your chest once more before they focus on your lips that are curled in a smirk. His eyes meet yours again, dangerously glinting with excitement and eyebrows raising as an acceptance of your challenge. 

He swirls his wine in his glass, “Well, for starters, you were blubbering about the things you hated in your work.” 

Your mouth falls open. “I did?!” 

He chuckles, “Yes, Y/N. It was hilarious.” 

“Why? Do my miseries at work humor you?” You quip. 

He raises his brows, smirking back at you knowingly. “Of course not, I’d never laugh at a lady. I’m laughing because we both know that I’d treat you better than Jeon does.” 

The statement has a lot more implications laced into it, and his eyes glint darkly at you in the dim lights of the restaurants. Your breath becomes short, as you hesitate. Not only was he offering you a job, but a break. 

“What do you know?” You breathe out. He knew, he knew about you and Mr. Jeon. You’d spilled it. You’d made the biggest mistake of your life. 

He meets your gaze, recognizing the fear immediately. “Oh no, Y/N, you didn’t have to say anything. Although your reaction gives me quite enough information.” He takes a sip of your wine, grinning at your horrified expression. “Any idiot can tell from the way you look at him.” 

You frown at him. “What do you mean? The way I look at him?”

Something catches his eye behind you, and he takes a last swig from his glass. Cocking his chin up towards your right, the grin falls from his face. You turn in your seat and swivel to see a sight that makes your throat close. 

There, a couple tables away from you in the restaurant, sits Jeon Jungkook in the suit that he wore today to work, and a girl you recognize as one of the partners of his business sitting with him. She’s ditched the seat across from him, judging from her purse and coat on that seat, and opted for the one a few inches from Jungkook, giggling as she loops her arm around his and pops a grape into his mouth. 

He laughs, moving over to nuzzle her ear, and looks up, eyes running lazily over the room before they settle on you in your seat. They widen, and Jungkook’s brows furrow as he pulls away quickly from the girl and straightens in his seat. You can see the way his figure tenses as he spots who is accompanying you, and his jaw tightens as he leans over and whispers something in the girl’s ear that makes her giggle. 

You feel the tug in your chest and the burn behind your eyes. 

“That look.” Taehyung responds lowly, pouring himself another glass of wine. You turn to him slowly, eyes blinking back tears. “You look at him like you love him.” 

Your mouth presses in a tight line as you try desperately to bite back the tears. 

“Please,” you whimper, “please get me out of here.” 

Taehyung’s jaw hardens as he waves over the waiter. “Tip yourself double the bill.” The waiter nods, eyes wide as he realizes how big of a tip he’s receiving today and hurries to clean your table. Taehyung briskly grabs his coat and helps you up, wrapping it around your shoulders and walking you out of the restaurant into the waiting car. 

You open your eyes and cast a look back at the restaurant, and you swear you see Jungkook getting up from the table and running towards the entrance, but Taehyung tucks the jacket around you tighter.

He holds you close, and you sniffle with your head cast low to hide your tears. He silently just keeps his arm wrapped around you as the driver asks you for your address. 

When you calm down, the car is beginning to turn into the familiar road towards your place. 

Realizing Taehyung’s arm is still around you, you shift and he retracts it, and you glance down at the jacket. “Thank you,” you mumble, taking it off and handing it back to him. “Oh, I still have your other one back at my place. Thank you for letting me use it last night.” 

“Huh?” He stares down at you with confusion. 

You gesture at his coat. “You left a similar one, black, with me when you let me stay at your place? Thank you for that, by the way.” 

“Wait, Y/N, what? What are you talking about? You went home with Jungkook last night. I saw him take you into his car.” 

You frown, remembering the unfamiliar room and the jacket. There was no way-

And then it hits you, the mumbled conversation you had with him in the car. 

“Yeah, I hate you. I’m over this.” 

He turns in his seat, his hand on the steering wheel as he stares at you. “What are you over?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, cheeks hot and mind reeling from the haze. “This game that you want to play, this stupid dumb game where you fuck me until I love you and then you retreat and act like I’m not worth anything to you.” 

He pulls out of the parking lot, the low hum of the car lulling you to sleep. 

“Y/N, it’s not a game.” 

When you don’t respond, he glances at you. You’re not completely asleep yet. “You’re mine,” he growls. “Mine.” 

You feel a heavy pressure on your hand. He’s holding it tightly with the one that’s not gripping the steering wheel. 

“And I’m yours.”

You shake your head as the memories come rushing back, too heavy and too fast for you to handle. The tears spring up again and Taehyung assumes it’s because he’s mentioned Jungkook. 

“What do you want, Y/N?” Taehyung whispers, staring down at you with a heavy look. 

You blink up at him, and in brash attempts to save yourself from drowning in the love you have for Jungkook you painfully croak, “Help me forget him, Taehyung,” you whisper, blinking back tears, “Just once.” 

He nods, and takes a large hand and wraps it around the nape of your neck, drawing you in quickly into a kiss. 

His lips are warm and strong against your trembling ones, and yours immediately open up to sigh into his mouth as he presses his urgently against yours. He kisses you softly, lips gliding over yours and collecting momentum and confidence as he tips his head slightly to the left whilst a hand comes up to cup your cheek to the right. His lips delve deeper and his tongue flicks over your lower lip, drawing out your reactions in slow and deep drags of his mouth against yours. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, but you can’t help the whimper that turns into a sob as tears begin streaming down your cheeks. Taehyung feels it and detaches from you, worriedly looking into your eyes that are crying uncontrollably. 

“I-I’m so sorry,” you choke out, and Taehyung just looks understandingly down at you and murmurs to the driver, “Pull over.” 

The car comes to a stop and you squeeze his hand with trembling lips. 

“Do you know why I don’t do romance, Y/N?” He murmurs, his thumb swiping over your knuckles softly.

You just stare at him as he continues sadly. 

“I assume it’s different for Jeon, but for me, I could die any minute protecting this country. I would never do that to the woman I love.” 

“Love?” You croak out. 

He nods, gazing at you sadly. “It’s quite obvious the way he looks at you Y/N. I’ve worked with him for decades, and I’ve never seen him look at any other woman the way he looks at you.” 

The tears stream down, and you sob into your fist as he continues. 

“Maybe he pushes you away because he knows it’s dangerous, that it’s not worth hurting you to be selfish for once.” 

You haphazardly wipe away the stray tears on your cheeks and throw open the door of the car. He just smiles sadly and let’s you go without another word, which you’re eternally grateful for.

Thankfully the driver has carefully parked in an area that’s not too far from the restaurant. In your heels, you slam the door shut behind you and begin scrambling towards the direction of the restaurant, crossing streets quickly and praying under your breath that Jungkook didn’t leave the restaurant yet. 

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t sleep with Taehyung because you’d be betraying your heart, your body, your mind, every part of you that screamed for Jungkook, longed for him. Every waking moment was consumed by him, and every dozing moment before you closed your eyes were always captured by him. You didn’t know if he returned it. But if you were going to live, you wanted to do it right. You didn’t want to regret this years later, being disappointed and regretting that you didn’t get a chance to voice your feelings to him in a sober state. 

You finally reach the restaurant, and in your breathless and sweaty state the host casts you a look, before finally recognizing the guest of the guy who’d tipped the biggest tip of the night, and mumbles an apology under his breath before letting you back in. You thank him haphazardly and run into the restaurant, drawing a few stares from the rich guests whose quiet dinners are interrupted by the sound of your heavy breathing and clicking heels, and the sight of your desperate figure scouring the restaurant for any sign of Jungkook. 

But the table he was seated on has been cleared and is set up impeccably, as if he’d never been there. Cursing, you turn on your heel and run outside, flagging a taxi. The last and final resort was to try and get to the house that you’d woken up in last night. 

You pray that he had the mind to at least invite the girl over to his place instead of going to hers. 

As you slump into the seat, you scoff at yourself. 

You were completely pathetic, wishing to yourself that Jungkook had brought the girl home to his house rather than going to hers. You didn’t even have your wallet or purse with you, just your phone tucked into your hand. You didn’t even have his personal mobile number, just the digits that corresponded to his office line. This was your last chance. 

The taxi drops you off in front of the estate and the man lets you pay with your phone with a frown. Ignoring the passive-agressiveness, you thank him and leap out of the taxi with your phone in tow, running up to the building and showing the security guard a picture of your work ID tag, blurting out some excuse about needing to notify your boss immediately about some important issue about the company. 

He’s about to deny you entrance, but then seems to think about how the fact that you know that Mr. Jeon resides here, means you must be someone important to him. He gives you a once over again, and you promise him that you’re not anyone dangerous, assuring him that if he calls someone at the company right now, he’ll realize that you’re Mr. Jeon’s personal assistant and secretary. 

“Is he here with someone?” You gasp.

The man sighs, “No, miss. He came alone.” 

You mull over that. Alone? That meant he didn’t come in with his date and returned home alone? 

You thank the guard before running over to the elevator and jamming your finger into the button repeatedly. It comes in an instant, and you step in, immediately pressing the highest number you can see on the board of numbers. 

The doors open with a ding, and you step out hesitantly. 

The cold air in the hallway is chilling against your clammy skin and you breath shakily as you survey the single door at the end of the beautiful hallway. 

Your feet ache, and you sigh as you remove them, groaning lowly as you step on the cool marble that helps chill and soothe your aching feet. 

The hallway feels like miles long, as you quietly pad down it and reach the door. It has no number, no peep hole, and is a very simple door. But you recognize this hallway, you realize that the jacket you brought home was definitely not Taehyung’s, because it has that aroma that makes you go crazy. And you can smell it slightly on the floor of this building, and you hesitantly bring your hand up to knock on the door in three clear pounds.

You don’t know what to say. You didn’t prepare a speech or anything, and you’re sure your hair is completely winded and your blouse is probably now drooping past your shoulder, your feet red and swollen from running in heels. Your makeup is probably smeared from the crying you did earlier, and you can feel the sweat sticking your blouse and skirt to your skin. 

But you don’t care. 

The door sounds a slick sound of a lock turning in its place and it opens outwards. You step back as you come face to face with the confused and puzzled dark look of Jungkook. 

His eyes harden as they sweep across your blotchy cheeks and down to your swollen feet. 

Immediately, as soon as you meet eyes with him, the tears come back, your heart growing three sizes and bursting forth in a tsunami of ugly emotions. You blubber, “I-I came because I tr-tried to forget and I can’t and I–” 

He closes the distance between you in a swift movement and swallows your words with his lips, hands gripping your cheeks and carding through your hair as he presses you against him and steals a kiss in greedy desire. You lose your breath and all your inhibitions are thrown out the window the moment his lips touch yours in familiar passion. 

You drop your heels and wrap your arms around his neck, sighing into the kiss as he holds your waist tight against his body, pressing you to him as he imprints his taste into your mouth, pulling breaths and sobs from your lips until your cries turn into breathless pleas and sighs. 

His lips demand your submission, assuring you of his presence, swiping across yours in passionate desire and perfection. He drags the pleasure out of you and pulls out the deepest darkest desires in your heart as he pulls you into his apartment. The door closes shut with a sound and he presses you up against it, hands gripping heavily through your blouse. 

He pulls away to catch his breath, and it’s only then that you can see that he’s only dressed in a white dress shirt and the slacks he wore to work today. His tie has been thrown off and the first few buttons opened, revealing his heaving and flushed chest. 

You raise your eyes to look at him and he’s staring down at you with utter concentration, eyebrows furrowed and irises dark as he surveys your expression. Before you can even say anything, he reaches down and captures your lips again, and you sigh into the kiss in silent consent, fingers coming up to unbutton his shirt. This you understood. 

He groans and begins kissing down your neck, tongue and teeth scraping the delicate skin and marking it with sheer possessiveness. The groans he lets out when he noses your skin shoot straight into your core and you whimper as you struggle with the last few buttons near his lower abdomen. He grips your wrists in his large hands and presses them against the door behind you, rendering you completely exposed to his lips. 

He cards them roughly down your neck and onto your exposed shoulder, mouthing at the skin there and lapping up after he bites into you. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, please,” You whine, blubbering pleas as his strong hands keep yours anchored to the door. He finally lets them go but immediately rips open your blouse, buttons skidding and clattering off the tile as he yanks your bra down to envelop his lips around a nipple. 

It’s long hard licks with his tongue spread wide against your skin, his nose brushing at the swell of your breast as he moans into your skin. Your knees buckle and he mounts you there, hips pressing hard into yours against the door to keep you upright. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, “I missed this,” he groans, his other hand coming up to surround and knead your other breast. You moan and keen into his mouth, upper body curling into him as he licks you so good with his tongue, moaning around your nipple, sending the vibrations straight to your core. 

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, scrabbling for his hair or his shoulders or something to grab onto to keep yourself grounded. You yank at the hair on his nape and he detaches with a groan, glaring down at you as he straightens back up. You discard the shreds of your blouse and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your trembling lips desperately onto his, tip toeing to tongue at his lips. 

“Please,” You mumble, brave with your words and what you asked of him. “Please, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for at this point, but Jungkook seems to have an idea. 

His lips don’t part for you as you kiss him, and you whine desperately and pull back to look at him. His eyes are still open and dark and angry as he stares down at you, and he lets out a curt, “No. Tonight I’m going to take my time.” 

Before you could even respond, he reaches down and picks you up, and you gasp, holding onto him as he walks briskly past the other doors to the familiar door at the end of the hallway. He throws it open and throws you onto the 4-poster bed that you’d woken up in this morning, and straightens up at the edge of the bed, as he undoes the buttons on his wrists. 

Pushing his sleeves up past his gorgeous forearms, he crawls on the King mattress, looming over your body. He encircles your ankle in his grip and pulls you close, dragging you underneath him as he presses a hand next to your head on the mattress. 

The same hand gripping your ankle drags up your leg and disappears under your skirt as he leans down to press his lips against your neck again, and you sigh at the touch, hands coming up to encircle his neck as he begins to make love with his tongue to your breasts again. The hand under your skirt pushes aside your underwear, and parts your folds with familiar practice, collecting the wetness on his fingertips and dragging them all the way up your slit until he finds your clit. 

You choke on nothing when he does, breath catching in your throat and leaving your lungs in a whoosh that he feels with his mouth when your chest heaves. “Oh my go–” Your statement cuts off when he slides his fingers right in, curling upward to find the spot that has you squeezing your eyes shut and tightening your thighs around his hips. 

“God, you’re so wet.” He groans into your skin, and you can even hear the sounds of your arousal, your walls sucking his fingers in as he moves them in and out, aiming for the spot inside you whilst his thumb joins into rub at your clit. 

“Ohhh Jungkook right there,” you breathe out, swallowing heavily as he finds the rhythm that has you teetering on the edge. He sucks even harder at your breasts, tongue flattening out and dragging the rough pad of his tongue over the sensitive skin as you fall apart on his fingers, crying his name and rocking your hips desperately against him. 

He touches you and kisses you through the orgasm, groaning along with you as he feels your walls clench down on him and spasm over his hand. He stops to look down at you, with his hand still inside you, surveying the marks he’s made all over your chest and neck. Smirking, he removes his hand and immediately laps up the wetness he’s collected there, and in the smoky haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you watch him in awe as he stares down at you with a dark glint in his eyes as he skillfully moves his tongue around his digits and cleans it of the glistening remnants of your orgasm. 

“Fuck, taste so good,” He grunts, letting go of his fingers and reaching for your skirt, yanking it down your legs and throwing it over his shoulder. You’re now completely nude, and you stare down at him as he lays on his stomach and throws your leg over his shoudler. 

“N-no Jungkook please,” you whimper, half desperate for the immeasurable amount of pleasure you know he guarantees you, but half cringing from the sensitivity from the orgasm he just gave you. 

But he ignores you and strong hands grip your inner thighs and spread them open, lips immediately dragging over the wetness that he’s already pooled there, and tearing a high-pitched cry of his name from your throat. You immediately grip his hands that are resting on your hips, scratching at his fingers until he yields and threads his fingers through yours, mounting them to your hips. 

Your back bows and arches up into his mouth as he licks up lasciviously into you like he doesn’t know whats up or down anymore. He moans into the skin, sending vibrations straight up down your toes and making you curl away and cringe from the oversensitivity. Tears prickle at your eyes as he tears yelps of his name from your lips, tongue dragging over sensitive flesh and abusing the swollen nub that has you gripping his hands tighter, and clenching down on nothing to try and appease the pleasure. 

“Do you want to cum?” He mutters, and you open your eyes to glance down and almost cum right then and there. He’s breathing heavily, glaring up at you with dark eyes with pupils almost blown out of proportion, lips glistening from your arousal. 

“Fuck,” you cry, head dropping down on the sheets. 

He squeezes your hips in his hands, “Say it.”  

“Fuck!” you yell, tears streaming down. “Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please Jungkook, please, let me cum!” You’re blabbering nonsense at this point but it doesn’t seem to stop Jungkook from returning to your folds with newfound purpose and immediately makes a suction at your clit, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves in a slick motion that throws you over the edge, completely unprepared. 

You convulse against him, your walls clenching on nothing as he continues to kiss you and work you through your orgasm until you’re yelping from the pain and pushing him away and cringing away on the sheets, face and upper body twisted in an attempt to get away from his mouth. 

He relents, and watches you twitch beneath him, crying out in pleasure and wanton desire as you grip his hands and squeeze your eyes shut as you ride the waves of your orgasm. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He says, moreso to himself than to you. 

When you come back to earth, you’re breathing heavily and you see that he’s taken off his shirt and belt, waiting and watching you with a hard look. 

You feel drunk, so drunk off of the pleasure, but even moreso in your love for him. You reach up, cringing at the swollen feeling of your folds, but choose to ignore it as you kneel up against him, hands sliding up his body. 

The lines there are as you left them, the muscles hard from their training and the fighting. But while he graced televisions all over the country and billboards and ads, the bare body was all for yours for the taking. 

Your hand trembles as it dips into the hard lines of his abs as you run your hand from his hips up to his chest. He shivers under you touch, but kneels high above you without a word, silently watch you touch him. 

You finally reach his chest, hand resting over his chest where you can feel it heave with the breaths that he takes and the fluttering heartbeat. You look up into his eyes, and sit up higher, whispering to him. 

“I can do this. Please, please let me in. You don’t need to think about anything else. Please, just–” You don’t know what to say, and the words become jumbled and blubbered as the tears come again. 

“Please just let me love you.” 

You reach up and kiss him, softly pressing your lips to his, and you begin moving them. He seems to fight it for a moment, and then relents, his hands coming up to card into the strands of your hair as he exhales into the kiss, eyes closing as he leans down a bit to fit your head tighter against his. 

He lets you kiss him, lets you run your tongue into his mouth and taste him for all he’s worth, and you pour yourself into the kiss, communicating to him how much you love and adore him. 

With a push to his chest, you push him back against the sheets, and he goes down with you on top, hands coming up to cup your waist in his hands. You kneel over him, kissing his lips and trailing off to the side, running your lips over the edge of his jawline, down his gorgeous neck. In spite, you defiantly suck a hickey into his neck and chest as you move lower down, running your tongue over the hard lines of his chest, brushing up against his nipple and relishing over the choked sound he makes in his throat. 

When you move lower down his abdomen, his grip on your hair gets tighter and stops you from continuing. 

He’s breathing harshly, and you can see the bulge in his pants. 

“Fuck, I need you right now,” he breathes, pupils blown wide as his mouth hangs open in pants. 

You nod, quickly getting up and helping him cast his pants aside. But he catches your wrist as you move to get off of him. 

“Ride me like this,” he mutters, leaning back on his back against the pillows. You bite your lip and nod, hestiantly throwing your knee over his hip and settling on his thighs as you steady yourself with a hand on his lower stomach. 

He grips himself and strokes himself in his fist tightly as he stares up at you. You can’t tear your eyes away at how hot it is to watch him do that, but a hand taps against your hips to remind you. 

You crawl a bit further up and reach down to guide his tip into you, and once his thick and hot tip is nestled right against your entrance, you brace yourself on his shoulders and sink down.

The both of you simultaneously moan at the sensation. Jungkook groans like he’s in pain, eyes squeezing shut as he clenches his jaw and grips your hips so hard they’ll bruise. His chest is flushed and his abs clenched so hard it looks like he might cum any second. 

You’re not any better, your folds clenching around him, still sensitive and glowing pink inside from the two orgasms he drew out of you. You tremble above him, choking out his name at the sensation of him completely inside of you after so long. 

“Fuck Jungkook I–” You stammer, dropping down to mold your upper body against his and bury your face in his shoulder. “I–I can’t, I’m too sensitive, I can’t, I–” 

“You can,” he grits out, and ruts up into you with a roll of his hips so smoothly that it hits your spot instantly. 

You garble out his name, crying out at the oversensitivity, nipples hardening against his chest as you hear his heavy breaths against your ear. 

“You can,” he repeats, harshly rutting up into you, feet braced against the mattress. “Give me one more, Y/N.” He raises his torso, taking you along with him so that he faces you, rocking you onto him. 

“I-I c-can’t,” you sob, against him, teeth scraping against any skin you can find to distract yourself. “S-so good,” you breathe out, toes curling underneath you, “S-so b-big, god.” 

He groans at the praise, finding more purpose and control in his grinds against you, eyes finally opening up and drawing your face back so that he can look at you properly. 

His gaze runs over your tear stained cheeks and his brows ease out as he leans in to sweetly and softly press his lips against yours. He swallows your mewls and pleas as he ruts his hips up into yours, hard and calculated, waking up nerves in you that you could never reach on your own. 

You move your hips blindly against his, rocking up and down and clenching and unclenching your walls to draw moans and groans of your name out of his lips. He’s gorgeous like this, completely fucked out and eyes hazily looking up at you like you’re the last thing he needs before he dies. 

You cry out in pleasure, a blubbering mess of his name, and the pleasure starts to become too much, the webs of pain and pleasure drawing higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore, can’t handle the immense love that he gives to your body. 

“Fu—” You keen, hips moving faster against his, “Jungkook I’m–!” 

“That’s it baby,” he breathes, hips matching your pace, thrusting up in the perfect angle to hit the spot that has you seeing stars. “That’s it, one more, do it for me. Give it to me. Fuck,” he breathes out, seeing the way you lose focus. 

“Yeah, only you. Shit,” he grits, sweat trailing down his temple in the sheer effort it takes to hold back his orgasm. “Only you, can make me like this. Only you, fuck. I love you, fuck, holy shit.” 

The praise and the declaration you’d been waiting for all along tumble out of his lips and you cry out and press your lips against him as you fall apart. 

“Jungkook!” You cry out, unable to say or do anything else but think about him him him. 

You sob against him, tears of joy and pleasure and shock and relief flooding down into your hair as he grips your waist and turns the both of you to press your back into the mattress and thrust a few more times into your pulsing core until he’s coming apart, spilling into you with a groan and a strained cry of your name. 

He swallows your moans with his mouth and you take what he can give you, sucking the breaths out of him as they come, mewling against him as he rides out the both of your orgasms. You’re completely limp, helpless against his hands and his body as you twitch and writhe in the presence of the onslaught of pleasure and love and relief. 

He breathes heavily against your shoulder, panting as if he’s run a marathon. His chest heaves against yours, matching your heartbeat in a skittish flutter that warms you from head to toe. And it’s not just in the post-orgasm bliss. 

He loves you. 

When the both of you calm down, he pulls out of you with a wince, and walks over to the restroom to grab a towel and run it under warm water. He cleans himself off and then pads back to clean you between your legs. You’re collapsed on the bed, still awake, but reeling in shock and oversensitivity. 

He puts on his briefs and grabs his white dress shirt, and threads your arms through the arms and tucks you into his arms as he settles next to you on the bed. 

The both of you are still a little breathless, but you break the silence. 

“So, what does this mean?” 

He looks down at you, and you can see the sadness and turmoil that swirls in his irises. 

“I don’t know.” He whispers. 

You reach up and cup his cheek in your hand, drawing him close in an innocent soft kiss, trembling lips against trembling lips. 

“I don’t know if I can do this again,” he whipsers against your lips, and you draw back in confusion. “I already lost one. I can’t die, I can’t grow old with you.” 

You blink back at him, stroking his sideburn. His hand grips your waist, and right now, he looks like a little child, a little boy who’s lost everyone close to him and has cast away anyone who tried to get close.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. “Let’s not think about that right now.” 

He nods, and you bury yourself in his chest, and his strong arms wrap around you, caging you in a warmth that you haven’t felt for years. 

You’d never slept better.

The both of you face each other in the laboratory as you sit on the table. 

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks you once again, hand wrapping around yours. 

You nod, “Yes, for the last time. I’m ready.” You glance down at the ring on your finger and give a nod to the doctor, who prepares the syringe. The formula that would grant immunity from death, without the side effects of strength or whatnot. This was exactly what you’d been waiting for.

Smiling, you face your fiancee, too happy to notice the sting of the needle in your forearm. 

You loved him, and he loved you. 

It was an honor to spend eternity with him. 

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: Fox | CC-1010 eye color: Dark almond hair style/color: Frizzed black hair with grey strokes on the sides. height: 1,83 m | 6 ft clothing style: 90% of the time will be found wearing military gear (armor, blacks, etc.), he is still figuring out his preference for a casual look when he isn’t on duty. best physical feature: His jacked and muscular torso.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

your fears: It is hard to pin point precisely. He strives for the safety of Coruscant and the people living in it, so it is possible to infer he fears for the civillians safety. He rarely, if ever experiences fear. Even as a young clone, he didn’t share the most common fears that other clones had (he didn’t fear the kaminoans, he also never feared Jango Fett). Perhaps, he fears losing the relatively comfortable lifestyle (alongside with his belongings), he carries out in Coruscant. your guilty pleasure: He definetely spends more time than he should, in his own appearance. your biggest pet peeve: He despises having his actions and words questioned, he doesn’t like being vexed by anyone. your ambitions for the future: Clones in general are unable to project ideas or thoughts, involving a future. Even as a CC, who has a far more independent thought than most, that prospect rarely crosses his mind. At most, he might think about buying new things, or have a desire in regards to what he could do the next day.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

your first thought waking up: “What did I miss out on during my sleep?” what you think about most: Things related to his job, his schedule, duties, etc. what you think about before bed: Nothing, his mind goes blank as he drifts asleep. you think your best quality is: “My loyalty.”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: Single to be loved or respected: Respected beauty or brains: Beauty dogs or cats:  Dogs

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: Fox rarely lies, he doesn’t find a need to do so in most cases. He will probably only lie towards other clones, and jedis. He will never lie to any of his higher ups or makers. believe in yourself: Yes, absolutely, without a shred of doubt. believe in love: Yes want someone: Yes

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

on stage: Yes done drugs: No. changed who you were to fit in: No, and that’s a big problem in Coruscant.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

favorite color: Red favorite animal: Fox isn’t particularly fond of any animals. favorite movie: -Insert here either an action or a porn movie, those are his favorite genres and types of things to watch- favorite game: N/A

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

day your birthday will be: Unknown, birthdays aren’t a thing for clones. Otherwise, there would be batches of birthday celebrations. how old will you be: Biologically speaking he is around 13-14. However, due to being a clone, he ages considerably faster than any natborn. As such, he appears to be a man in his late 20s approaching the 30s. age you lost your virginity: It’s complicated, uncertain. does age matter: Yes. he wants partners around his age or older.

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON

best personality: Share a mindset similarly to the one he has. Follow orders, follow the rules and never question anything. Friends/those close to her: See above. best eye color: Green eyes. best hair color: Blonde.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: “Myself.” I feel: “Disgust, towards other legions.” I hide: “Nothing.” I miss: “Nothing and no one I’ve lost over the course of the war.” I wish: “To always give my best.”

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layer 001:    the outside.

NAME: Atem

EYE   COLOUR: Vividly purple

HAIR   STYLE   /   COLOUR: Multi-colored, with golden hairlocks and the hairstyle has taken the shape of a star. This was a result of all his magic powers, it originally used to be entirely black and curly;

HEIGHT: 1,53 m / 5′0 ft

CLOTHING   STYLE: He wears garbs appropriate for a pharaoh, when he is alive in his time period and at the afterlife. When he is in the modern world- sharing Yugi’s body, he would wear something punk-esque (he simply went along with whatever his vessel felt like wearing);

BEST   PHYSICAL   FEATURE: Atem is quite muscular, bulky- fit, despite his short stature.

layer 002 :    the  inside.

FEARS: The return of Zorc, anything bad happening to those close to him- loved ones and when he was alive- subjects pertaining to his role/duties as a pharaoh would easily unsettle him (such as having a heir asap, living up to the standards set by his father, etc.). When he shared Yugi’s body, he had an immense fear of ending up as a wandering spirit- forever stuck in his vessel’s body, unable to recover his memories and find peace;

GUILTY   PLEASURE: Loaf around in the company of those close to him (when he was alive), try as many different/new games as he could with Yugi (it usually meant screwing up with the poor guy’s sleep schedule);

BIGGEST   PET   PEEVE: When he was alive, Atem wanted to see the true extent of his unity powers- he hated how it felt like everyone simply turned a blind eye to him because of them. He was led to believe, that almost none of his bonds were real- and they were simply the product of his magic’s doings. And as imagined, he doesn’t take it kindly at all when a threat- anyone decides to go after the people he cares about.

AMBITIONS   FOR   THE   FUTURE: As Yami Yugi, his goal is to recover his memories as quickly as possible. And once he has  stepped into the afterlife, Atem wishes to make up for his court all the he missed out on. Their souls rest and he finally gets to be the pharaoh, he was always meant to be. He and Set are also finally capable of romancing each other in peace, they marry each other rather soon.

layer 003 :   thoughts.

FIRST   THOUGHTS   WAKING   UP:  “Will I take a bath or have my massage first?”

WHAT   THEY   THINK   ABOUT   MOST: How much he has missed everyone, and he treasures them all.

WHAT   THEY   THINK   ABOUT   BEFORE   BED: “Hold me, Set.”

WHAT   THEY   THINK   THEIR   BEST   QUALITY   IS: He takes immense pride in his magical skills, especially when it comes to summoning Kas and the use of shadow games.

layer 004 :    what’s better ?

SINGLE   OR   GROUP   DATES: Single dates

TO   BE   LOVED   OR   RESPECTED: To be respected;

BEAUTY   OR   BRAINS: Brains;

DOGS   OR   CATS: Cats

layer 005 :    do they…

LIE: He might lie if the situation calls for it, most of the time he can be seen as a pretty honest guy. Although, it should be mentioned how he managed to cover up, the fact he and Set were having an affair.

BELIEVE   IN   THEMSELVES: Yes

BELIEVE   IN   LOVE: Yes, and not just the romantic sort of way.

WANT   SOMEONE: He has always wanted to be with Set- able to say how he belongs to Set. But they wouldn’t be able to do this, until they met each other again in the afterlife. During his time as Yami Yugi, even though he didn’t remember of his lover- he always felt like he already had someone, or that his heart already belonged to someone else.

layer 006 :    have they ever…

BEEN   ON   STAGE: Yes.

DONE   DRUGS: Technically speaking yes. Because of the many aphrodisiacs/drinks, he had to consume for ritual purposes... There certain substances mixed in, that we call/classify as drugs.

CHANGED   WHO   THEY   WERE   TO   FIT   IN: Yes and no? It’s complicated, especially if you consider that early on- when he woke up from his slumber he couldn’t tell himself apart from Yugi.

layer 007 :    favourites.

FAVOURITE   COLOUR: Purple, gold.

FAVOURITE   ANIMAL: Birds- parrots, falcons and budgies.

FAVOURITE   BOOK: Atem wasn’t taught how to read or write, because of his pharaoh status. And even after he acquired that skill through Yugi, he never developed any real interest in reading books.

FAVOURITE   GAME: Atem enjoys adventure/platform video games, and some other tabletop games. He used to play sennet back in his life due to Set, but he didn’t enjoy it that much- despite being very good at it.

layer 008 :    age.

DAY   THEIR   NEXT   BIRTHDAY   WILL   BE: 2nd of June / the 19th day of the 3rd month during harvest

HOW   OLD   WILL   THEY   BE: Atem is forever stuck as a 16 years old, because he died at that age. Although technically speaking, you can say how he is +3000 years old

layer 009 :    finish the sentence.

I   LOVE: my friends, family and beloved Set;

I   FEEL: peace;

I   HIDE: nothing;

I   MISS: nothing, I’m complete;

I   WISH: for Yugi and his friends a long life;

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late night nostalgia (biadore) - humanveil

A/N: This is a bit of a mix of all the recent Biadore requests, ft. boy Biadore, both of them comforting each other, and a suggestion of phone sex. It was meant to be more smutty, but then the feelings hit and now there’s no smut at all, so oops.

Set in the last week or so. A little over 1k.

Also!! I finally got around to making a sideblog, so come hmu @ delectabledelrio!

Danny calls in the early hours of the morning.

It makes Roy’s phone light up with his ridiculous contact photo, the time 3:54AM flashing above their faces. Danny had changed it when he wasn’t looking, and, to be perfectly honest, Roy doesn’t know how to undo it.

Not that he actually wants to—it’s a cute picture. They’re in drag, Adore’s hands held in Bianca’s, the both of them smiling; big and bright and beautiful. Someone had caught them off guard, Roy recalls. They’re not looking at the camera, but instead are focused on each other; like the rest of the busy background wasn’t there at all. It’s disgustingly cute, really, and he always feels a little ridiculous for loving it so much, but love it he does.

His phone continues to vibrate, and Roy answers, because of course he does. He’s been so busy lately, and he knows Danny has been, too. They’ve hardly been able to keep up with each other, despite how hard they’ve been trying, and if a 4AM phone call is what it takes, then fuck it.

“Hey, sexy lady,” Danny greets, and Roy can hear the grin in his voice, can imagine him—laid out on his bed, an arm flung over his face, his phone loosely pressed to his ear. His voice is soft, is tired, and Roy imagines that his actions would be languid and lazy, too.

It makes him grin despite himself, makes him half bury his face in the pillow to hide it, despite no one being there to see it. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Roy answers. Never mind that he should be, too, or that he almost was.

“Can’t,” Danny groans, and it’s that needy little groan—that groan that would mean cuddle me, kiss me, pay attention to me if Roy was in the bed next to him. It makes Roy’s fingers itch, makes him want to fly to wherever the fuck Danny is now and do just that. “Miss you.”

Roy exhales slowly, loud enough that Danny can probably hear. “I miss you, too,” he says, and this time nothing else follows. No bitch, no joke, nothing to take away from it. It’s not his usual style, but he’s tired and sore and it’s true. He misses Danny more than he’d ever imagined he would. “What’ve you been up to?”

The question sends Danny into a long rant, and Roy just settles against the mattress and listens. He hums when appropriate, offers his two cents when it seems like Danny wants it, but mostly he just lets Danny talk, lets him let go of all his pent-up frustration. He tells Roy about his flights, the hotels, the tour drama.

“At least I get to see my Mom,” Danny ends with a sigh, and Roy can hear the faint sound of bed springs, like Danny has just adjusted himself on the mattress. “I miss her.”

Roy smiles. He’s seen the tweets, has been checking up on him in between filming, and he knows Danny’s looking forward to it. “Give her a kiss for me,” he murmurs.

“Oh, you know it,” Danny says, and Roy can hear his smile again. It’s amazing, how they know each other well enough to pick up on body language through the phone. “What about you?” Danny prompts. “Katya drive you mad yet?”

Roy snorts, pulls the blanket up above his shoulders. “You did that years ago,” he tells him, smiling when Danny laughs.

Truthfully, it’s been fun. Katya’s as mad as a bloody hatter, but she’s entertaining to be around. She distracts him, keeps him busy, doesn’t let him mope.

“And the filming?” Danny asks.

Roy lets his eyes shut when he talks, recounting the funnier stories for Danny. It’s nice, the way Danny seems to have a million questions, the way he wants to know everything. Roy knows his curiosity isn’t fake, knows Danny would be happy to listen to him give a minute-by-minute recount of the past month’s events if he chose to. Danny might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he is the most affectionate—does care the most, and Roy loves him for it.

“Aren’t you tired?” Danny asks eventually, once Roy’s voice has died down. Roy sighs, shrugs even though Danny can’t see him.

“No more than usual,” he says, and Danny snorts from the other end of the phone.

“Fucking liar,” he says. And then, “I’d take care of you, if I was there.”

“Oh?” Roy rolls from his side to his back, stares up at the ceiling. “And how would you do that?”

“I’d suck your dick,” Danny deadpans, and then follows it with a loud laugh. Roy grins despite himself, his spare hand reaching to rub at his face, the gesture one of fond exasperation.

“How thoughtful.”

“It is!” Danny says, and he’s still laughing. “You’re an old man, you pass out five minutes after you come.”

Roy laughs, his loud cackle filling the empty room. “Bitch,” he says, but he’s not mad in the slightest. Quite the opposite, really.

“Cunt,” Danny shoots back.

Their laughter eventually fades, and Roy can hear Danny stifle a yawn on the other end, can easily imagine what he’d look like—all cute and cuddly and curled up around an abundance of pillows. He wishes he could be there; wishes they didn’t have to spend another night away from each other.

“You should sleep,” he says. There’s light filtering in through his own window, the edges emitting a soft glow from behind his curtains. He has to be up soon, even if Danny doesn’t.

“Mmm,” Danny agrees, but it’s reluctant. Like he doesn’t want to go. “Wish you were here.”

Roy swallows, lets his eyes fall shut again. Danny’s open affection is something he’s still trying to get used to, even after all these years.

“I know,” Roy tells him. “Soon.”

“Promise?” Danny’s voice is small, like the thinks maybe he shouldn’t ask, and Roy’s cold, dead heart warms at the sound.

“I promise, angel,” he says, voice quiet. He knows he probably shouldn’t—his schedule for the next few months is crazy—but he figures he’ll find a way to make it work. Figures that they have to.

Danny hums on the other end of the phone, quiet and content, and Roy listens to his soft breathing, knows that he could never regret the decision to go and see Danny, regardless of what else he has going on.

“Now,” he says, when the silence stretches, when he grows almost uncomfortable with the reality of his feelings. “What’s this about sucking my dick?”

Danny’s laugh comes through from the other end of the phone. “You want a verbal demonstration?”  

Roy grins. “Now, that might just be worth staying awake for.”

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Havana

Our Havana Vacation

Earlier this year the husband’s brother and his wife took a cruise that had a stop in Havana. They enjoyed the day there so much, they said they’d love to go back to spend more time exploring the city. That got us thinking….this year is our 20th wedding anniversary and in June our only son would be traveling for 2 weeks with a school group…..maybe we should take the opportunity to visit Havana ourselves. I mean, we currently live just a 45 minute plane flight away, why not!

I’d like to get a few details out of the way before I start telling about our trip.

1) Traveling to Cuba from the U.S. is still allowed, you just can’t go there on a cruise ship. Through some research we discovered that the easiest way was flying there under the Support for The Cuban People visa. We found it as easy as traveling to Mexico.

2) I recommend changing your US dollars to Euros or Canadian dollars (which ever has a better exchange rate at the time) before you go to Cuba. There is a 10% tax on exchanging US dollars in Cuba (also, when we were there, Euros and Canadian dollars had a better exchange rate than US dollars regardless of the extra 10% tax). When you get to the Havana airport, only change what you need to pay your taxi. You can get a better exchange rate at the banks in town than you will at the airport.

3) Water in casas and hotels (anywhere, I assume) comes from a large blue tank on the roof that is filled by a large water truck. I’m not sure how often they are filled, but you see the truck all over the city constantly filling tanks. We found out the hard way that you can run out of water. Now before you go on the “wasteful American” kick, we don’t/didn’t waste water. We took quick showers and shut the water off while brushing our teeth, etc., but it seems that the toilet continued to run one day after we left our casa. That evening we ran out of water during our showers. While our host was quick to switch the tanks and get our water back running, it would have been nice to have been aware of the water situation (and toilet situation) when we got there so we could have kept an eye on it.

4) They don’t have any emissions standards, so be ready for some pretty noxious fumes (Thank You EPA Emissions Standards!).

5) The average salary in Havana is $15-$20/month….yes, MONTH. So you will have many friendly Cubans offering to show you around, sell you cigars, take you to the best restaurants, etc. as a way to try to make extra money. Also, what we Americans consider a normal tip (15%-20%) is often the monthly salary for these hard working people. So be generous, gracious, and tolerant. These folks are just trying to get ahead while sharing their wonderful hospitality and beautiful country.

6) We booked all of our trip, except for the flight, through AirBnB (we flew Southwest). You can rent a casa particular for much less per night than a hotel room in the U.S. There are homes, condos, apartments, or just rooms available, depending on the type of trip you want to have. The casas are privately owned by locals, so the money is going to the Cuban citizens. You can also book tours through AirBnB. That’s what we did. These are hosted by the locals as well. The tours we took were very informative and certainly recommended.

7) There are two forms of currency in Cuba, the CUC which is the tourist currency, and the CUP which is the local currency. The CUC is very close in value to the U.S. dollar, so keeping track of how much you're spending isn’t that difficult. The CUP is worth much less (the CUC is worth 25 times as much as the CUP). So when you are looking at prices, make sure to note whether it is in CUC or CUP.

Now, on to the trip……

Day 1 - We flew into Havana from Ft Lauderdale on a Wednesday afternoon. Our casa host arranged a cab to pick us up at the airport. Our cab driver was waiting when we got there. The airport is about a 30min ride from Old Havana, where we were staying. The cost of the cab ride was 30cuc and we tipped on top of that. Also, I want to note that the cool classic ‘50s cars you see in all of the pictures are not the cabs that will pick you up from the airport. If that is what you are wanting, you will need to make special arrangements, and those cabs will probably cost a little more. Otherwise you will get to ride in a Russian Lada. Our host greeted us at our casa, showed us around the area, and helped us get settled. We scheduled a walking tour of Old Havana for our first evening so we could get a feel for the area and what we wanted to see/do (FREE walking tour: Welcome to Havana is the AirBnB listing). This is a tour I would definitely recommend. Our guide, Daniel, was a great host, knew much about the city and its history, and was happy to answer questions. The tour was listed as free, but you should tip what you feel the tour was worth. As I said earlier, the people of Cuba offer these services as a way to make extra money. Daniel works as a journalist and does these tours on the side. Our tour started at Parque Central, just a block from the capitol building (Explanada del Capitolio) and where all the cool ‘50s cars park and offer city tours. From there we learned the history of the Gran Teatro de La Habana (Great Theatre of Havana), and that the Explanada del Capitolio was modeled after the U.S. Capitol, but is one meter taller ;). It also has a diamond in the floor in the middle of the rotunda and the distance to every place in Cuba is measured from that diamond. From there we toured on foot to the Revolution Museum, saw the remains of the original walls of the city, the fort protecting Havana Port, and visited the four Plazas. We ended the tour at the Plaza Vieja, which was just a few blocks from our casa and was the location of one of the restaurants our host recommended. That evening we enjoyed some Cuban beer on the balcony while people watching.

Day 2 - After a surprisingly restful sleep (I was worried because I didn’t bring my pillow and the beds there don’t have box springs, just a mattress) we went to meet up for our second tour. This was to be a 9.5 hour nature walk and swim at Canasí Ecological Reserve. Well, after meeting the guide and checking the weather, we opted to head back to the casa and just wing it that day. And after it stormed all afternoon, we were glad we made that choice! We spent the part of the day, before the storms, exploring some of the areas we were introduced to the night before. We also began the husband’s quest for authentic Cuban cigars. After the storms started, we found a nice rooftop bar (covered) and watched the storms roll across Havana. That evening we enjoyed dinner at El Rum Rum de la Habana where the husband had the biggest lobster tail we’ve ever seen. Delicious and inexpensive (by U.S. standards)!!

Day 3- One of the best things we found in Cuba was the coffee! So our mornings were spent coffee shop hopping (kinda like bar hopping, but for coffee instead of beer). All that caffeine made the 8 miles we averaged walking each day a little easier. Our favorite place to stop was the Iberostar by Parque Central. There we could get one hour of wifi with the purchase of a drink. So coffee and stalking the son became our morning routine (#StalkerMomReturns). After our coffee, we spent the rest of the morning on the quest for cigars. After visiting one the government stores, the only place you can ensure you’re getting authentic Cuban cigars, we tracked down a classic ‘50s cab (a beautiful ’56 Ford Fairlane) to take us to the Vedado neighborhood for our final scheduled excursion. This last tour was a cigar tasting. We met at Cigar Passion (which also happens to be the name of the tour on AirBnB) and ordered drinks. We each received a Cohiba to enjoy with the tapas and mojitos while our host, Luis, told us the history of cigars in Cuba and what makes Cuban cigars special. Luis has worked at the cigar factory for 20 years and is now one of the tour guides at the factory. We were joined by a lovely young Russian couple. This was probably the most splendid evening of our trip. Our 2 hour cigar dinner turned into 3 hours of wonderful conversation. Luis was a great host. A definite must do when visiting Havana. After returning to Old Havana we enjoyed dinner at Esquina de Cuba, then back to our casa for drinks, cigars, and people watching.

Day 4 - During our tour on our first day, Daniel told us there is an art show every Saturday at the Paseo del Prado just down the street from Parque Central. So we left our Saturday open for this and to check out all the things we had seen but hadn’t had time to explore. When we got there we were surprised by a fun run taking place along the Paseo de Marti. Of course I had to stop and cheer for the runners, and be jealous that I  wasn’t able to participate. The art show was very interesting with a mix from whimsical to political in a variety of mediums. Another recommended activity if you are in the Old Havana area on a Saturday. After the art show, we decided to take a city tour in a beautiful ’56 Cadillac. These tours last about an hour and cost 40cuc. Our driver spoke English very well and showed us all of the highlights of Havana…from Revolution Square and Lennon Park to the University and Hotel Nacional de Cuba. Another recommended experience.

Day 5 - Our host arranged a taxi to take us to the airport. We changed our left over CUCs back to Euros at the airport. While we probably should have done that at the bank in Old Havana, we didn’t think of it in time. The flight and customs was easy to manage. They just want to know what you purchased while in Cuba. I believe that you need to pay tax if it’s over a certain dollar amount, but with only a box of cigars and a couple of paintings, we were safe from extra fees.

While this was not your typical relaxation vacation, it was a wonderful cultural experience for both of us. The husband said that if he were asked to describe Havana in just one word it would be ‘alive’ and he is correct. The city is very much alive, and just like their music, there is movement everywhere.