#And they meet up for coffee because their house pets know each other

[insomniacirl]

Me when I want to write a story with my own characters and plotline but I know for a fact it's like a patchwork of eight different series' put together to make a homosexual mess

[carolmunson]

peanut butter vibe. (steve harrington x thick!reader)

fulfilling my own request for mean!hot!thick!reader and hot!rich!wealthy!corporate!steve harrington who is not so secretly in love with you. takes place in 1996 - reader and steve are 29 turning 30

word count: 10.2K

warnings: 18+ minors dni, f!reader, smut smut smut smut, there is smut everywere in this. from flashback smut to actual smut, they've BEEN fucking. mild daddy kink, face sitting, face riding, unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (f and m receiving), references to shower sex. body type mention, very little body insecurity mention, reference to an ex boyfriend saying reader was 'too big' for something but it's not like -- something that they take into consideration. dirty talk, pet names (honey, baby, 'good girl' etc.), mild choking, steve is so bitchy but also so soft in this i hate him.

"Hi Stevie, it's me. I'm uh, I'm back a little early, Carly's having her baby soon -- I know it was a little weird last time with Andy being with me. We um, we broke up so he's not here this time. It wasn't like a big blow out or anything but -- why am I talking about this on your answering machine? Sorry. I'll be at Porter's tonight around 6 if you wanted to meet me there? It'd be cool to see you, I guess. -sigh- It's hard to bully you when you aren't responding. Anyway, bye -- I know you'll be there at 5:57 because you can't wait to see me."

Steve let out a sigh while the answering machine closed out with a beep, the robotic voice announcing 'End of Messages'. He took his glasses off and ran a hand over his face, tossing a look at the clock on the wall across from him. It was almost quitting time, and Porter's was only a twenty minute drive away from the office. Part of him selfishly didn't want to show up, or maybe show up a little late to make you sweat since you'd forced him to meet your boyfriend last time. Well, ex boyfriend now.

You and Steve weren't friends in high school. He was busy being King Steve, basketball playing jock covered in ladies and popular people. You were busy in drama club and creative writing in the library, protecting your friends from people like Steve. Sure you knew each other, you graduated in the same year, had a couple of classes together -- but neither of you were very interested in offering each other the time of day. Two incredibly different ships passing in the night.

You weren't Steve's type in high school, either. Steve was always caught with what you'd describe as 'pretty little things'. Girls with waists he could wrap his hands around, thin and toned thighs, girls with a little jiggle where it mattered the most and none where it didn't. The girl's wearing bikini's to his house parties when the pool was open. Maybe if you had looked like that, you would've known Steve in high school -- but then again, he wasn't really the kind of guy you were trying to hail down in Hawkins.

When you weren't getting finger blasted backstage by Eddie 'The Freak' Munson when he got to the theater too early for Hellfire Club, you were making eyes at college freshman at the coffee shop you worked at. Something about slightly older men, y'know? A little mature, a little more sure of themselves. Pouring over books and scribbling in their notebooks behind their frames, staying until close to finish a paper or study for an exam. You had one or two wrapped around your finger your senior year before you left to go to school in Chicago. After Chicago it was New York -- working in marketing for a cosmetics line.

You'd come back to Hawkins every year for the holidays, but one year when your grandfather passed away you ended up at Porter's after the funeral. You were 24 and heartbroken, nursing a glass of red wine, looking out of place in your Manhattan clothes in the cozy small town bar.

You were alone at the stools until Steve Harrington came through the door, suit jacket slung over his shoulder and tie loosened over his button down. He nodded at the bar tender who instinctively poured him a whiskey before he even made it to the barstool two over from you.

"Rough day, Harrington?" he asked, sliding the drink down to him.

"You wouldn't believe, Paul," he shook his head, carding his fingers through his hair. He rested his chin on one hand, propped up on his elbow, catching your movement in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and looked over at you, a endearing smile lighting up his tired face -- that Harrington charm.

"What about you? Rough day?" he asked. At first you didn't realize he was talking to you, looking down into your wine and listening to the drone of whatever sports game was on the TV. You were brought back to earth when a soft 'hey' came from his direction.

"Me? Oh, yeah. My grandpa's funeral," you said with a scrunched face, shrugging, "Sort of a huge downer."

"Oh, wow," Steve said, turning his full body towards you on the stool, "Sorry for your loss -- that's -- yeah that beats my day. Sorry about that."

You murmur a thank you and go back to your wine, hearing him shift in his seat.

"You look really familiar," he says gently, scanning your face.

"We went to high school together," you say with a smile after a sip of your Malbec, "Class of '85."

"Hawkins High? You sure?," his voice gets a little syrupy, "I think I'd remember you."

"I was in drama -- wasn't really your type," you say with a smart head tilt. It didn't bother you that you hadn't been. The same way it didn't bother you that you might've been his type now.

You spent three hours together talking at the bar, exchanging stories about high school and your years out of it. He told you how he just started on the sales team for some big insurance company and felt so out of his depth but at least he got to wear a suit. You told him about your dingy apartment in the Lower East Side and how you missed driving all the time.

You spent another hour fucking in his BMW, riding him in the back seat tucked in a dark corner of the Porter's empty parking lot. Your skirt pushed up over your hips.

"Fuck," Steve grunted through gritted teeth, splayed out in the center of the back seat, his legs as far out as that could go, "Y'feel so fucking good. So fucking good on top of me."

You whimpered in response, the curve of his cock hitting your spongey, sensitive g-spot with every bounce. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as his hands moved smoothly over your thighs, finger tips digging into your fleshy hips when he got your reflection in the rear view mirror. Rear view, indeed. He let his eyes rest on the reverberation of your ass coming down on his hips and big legs with each shove down on his cock. The wet smack! of is crotch hitting against your soaked pussy making him want to fuck you even harder. He kneaded your body in his hands, grabbing handfuls of you as he got to your backside, humming while he felt it shake just out of his grasp.

You yelped when his warm palm cracked down on it, an angry sting running through your lower body. You couldn't help but tighten around him, slick dripping over him between your legs.

"Hm, you like that? You like when I smack that fucking ass?" he asked, holding your hips down so he could buck into you with a faster speed. Groaning while he pumped with vigor, you hear another hard crack on your ass resounding in the backseat before you feel the burn of it. Your whines made his cock twitch, slowing down to feel your hips grinding desperately against him for more friction. You slapped your palms gently against his clothed chest, pouting as you shimmied for more of his assault against your aching cunt.

“You love this cock, huh? Look at you, so fuckin' needy for it,” he gloated while your eyes narrowed in on him. Oh no, you weren't about to give Steve Harrington the satisfaction of telling him how fucking amazing his dick felt plowing into you. You weren't about to admit that all the things girls would say about him in high school were true. You reached for his jaw, holding it tight in your hand to look down at him while his hips slowed to a stop. He looked up at you, his eyes a little glassy, his grip loosening on your hips.

“Shut - your mouth,” you hissed down at him. He flushes, a smirk slips onto his lips as he leans back, putting his hands behind his head, his elbows splayed out next to him.

"Yes ma'am," he says with a soft raise to his eyebrows.

"If you'd like," he starts, taking his glasses off and tucking them into his breast pocket. He looks unbothered by your act of dominance while he runs a hand through his hair and leans forward to close the gap between you. His hands digging firmly into your ass to keep you balanced on his thighs.

His lips ghost yours while he speaks low and huskily, "I can take you back to mine and show you all the other ways I know how to use it."

He ate your pussy with the lights on and gave you his number before driving you back to your place.

'I like talking to you,' he shrugged, 'Call me whenever.'

And so began a so far, five year friendship -- you'd have long phone calls every few weeks or months when your busy schedules allowed. Staying updated on each other: how work was going, what bad dates you both had been on, what hijinks you'd been getting into with friends. Promotions, birthdays, hardships. It was nice to have a friend from home, someone who sort of knew the people you knew before you left. Nice to gossip a little, nice to laugh with each other.

Every time you came back to Hawkins, you'd meet up at Porter's for a drink. Have a real talk like you did the first night you got to know each other and then somehow, for some reason, you'd end up back at his place.

"What'd I say? Right on time, Harrington," you call out when he comes through the door. Steve groans, looking at his watch -- 5:57 on the dot. He'd had a long day, he was tired, and for a moment the sound of your voice made him grit his teeth.

You watch him check his watch and his smile tightens. He looks good -- suit much more refined from when you first really met him five years ago. Tailored, in a color that compliments his skin, his tie perfectly kept to his chest with what you assume was a pricey tie clip, shoes shined. He'd fit in great on Wall Street if he'd just get a fucking hair cut.

The way he walks towards you holds a different confidence than it had in the last year and a half when you were with Andy. Though it was clear he didn't particularly like Andy, he was perfectly pleasant -- able to slip right into a cadence of faux friendship you only wished Andy could've done. You once him over a second time as he sits in the stool next to you, his cologne was new, but expected. It felt like every man you knew was wearing Aqua di Gio.

"I know you're always so desperate to impress me but I gotta say, you look a little overdressed for Porter's. Were you nervous or something?" you ask sweetly, sipping on your red wine. You slide a whiskey double infront of him and he looks down at it, a frustrated smile breaks against his face. He bites the tip of his tongue between his teeth, shaking his head -- his hair moves with him.

"Looks like you didn't bother getting dressed up for me at all," he bites back, "C'mon, Manhattan -- a Hawkins High sweatshirt?"

Manhattan -- his favorite nick name when you got too big for your britches. A little too snobby for his liking, which was funny coming from a man with more designer clothing than you could dream to afford.

You looked down at yourself, you'd stolen the sweatshirt from your little sister -- your original one too battered and stained to see the light of day again. Sure, maybe your light wash bootcut jeans weren't screaming high fashion but your black square toed boots were cute! You swore you looked good before you left, but suddenly you weren't sure. You'd fallen off dressing 'nice' when you were home, it just wasn't worth it.

"Okay, mean," you spit, not giving off offense -- but not hiding it either.

"I like the boots, though," he shrugs, lifting the tumbler to his lips. The golden brown of the whiskey matched his eyes, they seemed to soften as the liquid met his mouth.

"Top shelf?" Steve's teeth are bright and straight in his smile while he sets the glass down.

"Do I ever disappoint?" you ask, crossing your legs. He burns pink at the question.

"Never," he's earnest in his response, finally making full eye contact with you, "You staying through the holidays?"

"Just for a few days, then heading back to wrap up Q4, I'll be back on the 23rd like always," you say. He nods and stands up, scooting his bar stool closer to yours -- just enough that your knees brushed. He leans forward, acting like it's too loud to hear you but the bar is only half full. You lean forward too, resting your chin on your hand, elbow drilling into your crossed thighs.

"And how's Carly?" he asks, you can see the delicate five o'clock shadow peeking through on his chin and neck. His lips full and wet with whiskey, he slides his tongue over them slowly to collect the flavor.

"So over being pregnant," you roll your eyes over your older sister's dramatics, "But you know -- she's excited. I'm excited, too! I get to live out my dreams of being the mysterious, hot, rich aunt."

"So, what -- Andy didn't want to be the rich uncle?" he asks, you note that he drops 'mysterious' and 'hot'. The mention of Andy stings a little and your eyes droop down to your wine.

"Sorry," he says, his comforting hand falling on your knee, "I'm sorry."

He squeezes your knee when you don't look up at his apology, a beat passes while you contemplate saying something mean -- but it's a little nice to see him feel apologetic.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, his thumb soothingly running back and forth over your thigh as his hand moves further up. Steve frowns at your disappointed face, he hated crossing the line by accident.

You shake your head no, tilting your head back up, "Let's wait on that. I wanna hear about that big promotion you got -- we haven't really gotten to talk about it."

Steve got promoted to Director of Sales six months ago and it was kicking his ass way less than his previous management position. What was most exhausting was how incompetent everyone was.

"Well, you were kind of too busy --" he started, but quickly shook his head out of the bit, "It's fine, it's a lot of work -- god, no one ever knows what they're doing. A lot of directing going into this director of sales thing."

"Aww, my little scumbag -- running the insurance show," you coo, "You should do car sales next, so sleazy, you'll fit right in."

"You're somethin' else, tonight," he laughs, taking his hand off your leg, "And are you any better? Working for a company that tells women they're ugly so they'll buy all your shit? How's it going at L'Oreal anyway?"

You sigh and roll yours eyes, "More like L'Ore-hell. I just transferred into the marketing team from customer insights and it's somehow -- boring? I already know the answers to all of the problems they come up with. It's like they don't know who their customer base is."

Steve's eyes sparkle while you continue to rant about ROIs and think tanks, he loves when you talk about how much you hate your job. You get so passionate, you talk so fast he can barely keep up.

"I wish I could check your blood pressue right now," he jokes, it's the kind of joke adults make. Sometimes it feels like you're both playing the parts of adults at these bar hang outs -- two kids in their parent's clothes on barstools, just giggling.

"When I went to the doctor they had to check it twice because I was talking about work when they checked it the first time -- that's how stressed out it makes me," you huff.

"Sorry, I just made that all about me, can you please let me more about your director job -- are you at least happy about the promotion?" you ask.

You miss his hand on your leg but it's probably just the wine talking. Paul comes over to replenish the glass without asking, you and Steve were both two drinks and go kind of people (sometimes you'd sneak a third if he wasn't paying attention).

"I mean, sure -- I'm a step away from getting into a chair position. I'm making more money than I know what to do with. My dad is thrilled for the first time ever," he explains, always so expressive but you catch him nervously swipe through his hair, "But -- fuck...y'know?"

"I don't know," you laugh into your glass, "What do you mean, 'fuck'?"

"I'm gonna be thirty next year and like, what do I have to show for it other than --"

"Other than being a wealthy hometown high school basketball super star, swimming in pussy, who got a cushy office job two years after graduating because your daddy was tired of seeing you work at Family Video, and now is the director of sales at a big wig insurance company after only what -- seven years in the company? And wears designer suits and is still swimming in pussy?" you say in one breath. He sighs at you and leans his head into his hand, elbow resting on the bar.

"Sure -- I guess," he smiles, but it's a sad smile.

"What more do you want, Steve?" you ask with a shrug, "You've got a pretty sweet deal here."

"I don't know," he shrugs, "I mean look at you -- every time you come back you have a new story to tell me, something exciting that happened to you. I have -- pfft -- 'They hired a new secretary! Here's the gossip about other people in Hawkins I learned from my mom! I'm still sort of a loser!"

"I mean sure, yeah, you're a loser," you agree, "But not, y'know, not like -- in the bad way."

He tosses you a look but you smile back at it, making him smile back at you. This time it's genuine, you figure the whiskey is helping. Steve sits back up to full height and leans back in his bar stool, knees splaying out. If he took his suit jacket off you'd swear he'd look like one of those 1950's husbands whose a little annoyed that dinner isn't ready yet -- your thighs press tight together.

"I think you sound bored," you suggest, "Like you need something different."

He drums his fingers on the bar, staring at them while he speaks, "I have some options I've been thinking about, but I don't know. Don't wanna make a fool of myself if it doesn't work out."

"Don't wait too long," you say with a shrug, "Another ten years will fly by like that." You snap your fingers for emphasis.

"What happened with Andy?" he presses, sipping his whiskey to down the rest and putting the empty glass on the table.

You 'ugh' under your breath and take a big sip of wine before you feel him tug at the end of the stem, "Sloooow down. Don't wanna to have to carry you out of here."

"You couldn't carry me, Harrington," you say flatly.

"We both know that I can carry you, but okay," he says with a quirked brow, unimpressed with your attitude. The memory of him hoisting you up against the shower tile in his bathroom with your fleshy thighs wrapped tight around him flashes through your mind. Hot breath and hot water running all over you while he grunted into your ear with each desperate thrust. Steve notices your cheeks heat up -- he knows what you're thinking about, because he is too. A satisfied smile settles onto his lips.

"Alright, settle down," you say, pushing your glass a little away from you towards Steve while his next whiskey arrives. You aren't sure if you're talking to him or to yourself.

"I just..." you breathe out of your nose, "It wasn't working out. I was tired of taking care of him."

"Oh, you broke up with him?" Steve confirms.

"Yeah," you sit back a bit, furrowing your brow, "Did you think he broke up with me?"

"I don't know, you seemed really sad about it!" Steve says, his hands outstretched, "I thought he left you."

"He didn't," you say, "I left, but it's still a bummer. Thought maybe he could've been it, y'know? But, thinking back it would've been -- I don't know -- it wasn't going to happen."

"He didn't want to get married?" he asked, a little surprised.

"I don't think that was in his five year plan, he barely took me out to dinner," you complained, "I was paying for everything 'cause I had a better job."

Steve crossed his arms while you talked, frowning while you continued to ramble about Andy and the break up.

"I just felt like I was putting a lot of effort into him, and I wasn't getting anything in return," you shrug, "And like, that's okay. I'm so used to doing that but...I don't know, I think I just would like for someone to take care of me for a change."

You pause, considering what you said and shake your head, "That sounds so selfish, oh my god."

"I don't think it sounds selfish at all," Steve shakes his head, "I think you're sort of asking for the bare minimum -- I mean fuck, he didn't take you out to dinner? I've taken you out to dinner and you've never even been my..."

You're both quiet for a beat while he trails off, neither of you looking at each other. You reach for your wine and he moves the glass away just as your fingers graze the stem. You lift your butt of the stool and pluck it out of his hand, taking another - smaller - sip. He looks at you like a disappointed father.

"Maybe I wanted to try it? Ugh, you're right Manhattan, you're so selfish," Steve teased.

"You don't like Malbec, Stevie," you swirl the booze in your glass, "That's why I order it."

Steve knows that's why you order Malbec, that's why he kept ordering whiskey -- you don't like it, but he'll know you're getting a little drunk if you ask for a sip of his drink. That's when he knows it's time to take you home, he'd sleep with you another night. He doesn't want you to get too drunk tonight, something about your flushed cheeks. The way you look in those boot cut jeans -- especially when you excused yourself to the bathroom and he could watch you walk away. Whew.

Steve waits for the door to close behind you to hail down Paul to get the check.

"She's gonna get pissy that you're covering it," Paul said while passing him the bill for your drinks, "She told me not to let you pay when she got here."

"Paul -- What's she gonna do? Kill me?" he gestures his hand out while using the other to reach for his wallet. He pulls out a few bills, including a generous tip, and passes them to Paul indiscreetly.

"Steve -- come on!" He winces at your voice, "I told you last time I had it next!"

"My hand slipped -- suddenly the money just appeared in Paul's register, there was nothing I could do," Steve held his hands up.

"Paul!" you call down the bar, but the yell turns into a laugh, "You promised you wouldn't let him pay!"

"He threatened me within an inch of my life. Had to let the man do what he wants," Paul said, putting the cash in the register. You settle back into your stool and cross your legs again, smoothing your damp hands on your jeans.

"I'm gonna kill you, Harrington," you mutter to your knees.

"I feel like 'thank you' would've been a much nicer thing to say," he's always so cool when he talks. You envy how easy it is for him to be charming, to turn it on quickly. Sometimes he makes you feel nervous and seventeen again, even though you've done this so many times before. He looks at you over the whiskey glass while he sips it, eyes glittering behind his glasses. Neither of you have to say anything to know what happens after his finishes his drink.

When you left, he reached for your hand when the door to Porter's closed behind you. You didn't need the support, the parking lot wasn't icy or snow covered, you weren't drunk -- but you let his fingers lace with yours. He guides you deliberately to his car -- of course it's new -- a dark green Porsche 911. What a tool.

"You like my new toy?" he asked. It was easily the most expensive car you'd seen in Indiana.

"Steven," you're a little exasperated -- sometimes he was such a poor little rich boy, "Why?"

He shrugs, "Felt like it."

You let go of his hand to walk to the passengers side door, waiting for him to unlock it while you shiver. He notices you didn't have a coat on, shaming himself silently for not offering his trench for the short walk.

You both get in when he unlocks to doors and you eye the interior, the plush leather of the seats. You squint a little when you cast your eyes over to him, "I feel like you're compensating for something."

"Oh yeah?" he asks casually, starting the car and cranking the heat, "What am I compensating for? Wanna remind me?"

You cross your arms and don't answer because he doesn't have anything to compensate for. Steve Harrington was born blessed, if you were more religious you'd swear he was God's favorite.

"That's what I thought," he says with a grin while pulling out of the parking lot. His hand meets your head rest while he stretches his neck back to check for cars. The same hand falls to your thigh when you make it on the road, sliding his palm over the swell of it -- his fingers resting inside. He let his eyes glance at how your hips filled up the small passengers seat at a red light, your jeans tight over your thighs.

Steve gave you a soft squeeze when the light turned green, you put your hand over his hand at the gesture -- relacing your fingers. You don't notice the gentle smile blooming onto his face, too busy looking at Christmas lights on the houses outside.

--

You don't waste time when you both get into his house, slipping off your shoes at the entry way -- bolstering passed the darkened livingroom to the stairs in his mini-mansion. He follows quickly behind you, getting ahead of you to get into his room to turn on the bedside lamps.

"Are those new?" you whisper -- it's not like anyone is home, it's Steve's house, but the darkness makes you feel like you have to be quiet. He comes back over to you, quick on his socked feet and pulls you in for a feverish kiss.

"Yeah," he says between kisses, all harsh breaths and wet clicks, "I had a new -- mmm -- uh fuck -- new decorator come in."

His hands are wound in your hair while he keeps control of your head, his kisses go from fast and hungry to slow and controlled.

"I'll show you later," he mumbles against your lips. You nod in agreement, you did genuinely want to see. What fancy hotel was it based off of this time?

"This is okay, right?" he asks, pulling away, "I'm sorry I didn't ask I just -- old habits, I guess."

"It's okay, Stevie," you assure, his hands slipping out of your hair and onto your full cheeks. He squishes them together a little and smiles into a little chuckle. Sometimes you're so cute to him he can't stand it, he wants to eat you whole -- wants to keep you in his bed forever.

"Good," he mumbles again before settling back in for a deep kiss that leaves you moaning softly into his mouth, "Missed feeling you like this."

"You're so needy," you tease, his hands dropping from your face to your hips, feeling his own press against yours.

"Oh, you feel that?" he smirks, dick hard in his slacks -- straining despterately to get your attention.

"Needier than I thought," you scoff, "You gonna make it, Steve? You don't even have your jacket off yet."

"Watch your mouth," it's not mean when he says it, he likes when you tease him because you have nothing to back it up. You've never left unsatisfied -- even when you were on top calling him your 'sweet boy', you'd get in the shower after with your legs shaking. Shivering against him when he'd get on his knees and lick at your sensitive clit just to watch you leave hand print on the glass.

"You just sound so pretty, miss. I can't help myself," he'd say from below you, water droplets resting on his eyelashes while you gushed over his mouth.

Steve breaks away to take off his jacket and looks at it for a split second -- hesitating.

"You wanna hang it up, huh?" you know how he gets.

"Will you be mad? I just don't want it to crease," he pleads.

"You're gonna get the suit dry cleaned anyway," you say back, laughing.

"I know, I know, but I have to -- I just have to hang it up, I'm so sorry," he presses a chaste peck to your lips before disappearing into his walk in closet. You take your time getting undressed because you know he'll be at least seven to nine minutes while he puts everything back in the 'to be dry cleaned' part of the closet.

You keep your bra and panties on, white satin, a little lace. He's always a sucker for something angelic that's a little grown up -- but you guess you are grown ups now. It's weird to consider.

He emerges from the closet in his boxer breifs with a frown, "Why'd you take your clothes off without me?"

"You took your clothes off without me," you counter point, "Did you want me to just sit here and wait for you?"

"Kinda," he says with a half shrug, "Would've been nice."

You get a little giddy while he approaches you, his smile building when yours does. His hands skate over the flesh on top of your flared ribs, over to your back. His fingers gliding over the back strap of your bra before snapping it off of you, dropping it to the floor. He traces the indents on your skin from the clothing, red and raw. Big hands grope at your breasts before following the slope of your waist back down to your ass, filling his hands greedily.

"Missed her the most," another chaste kiss to your lips, "But I think you knew that." Steve had always thought he was a tits guy until he met you, maybe you were the exception. Maybe he liked all your parts.

"I knew that," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, "Can you stop stalling, Harrington? This wine's gonna wear off soon."

With your hold on his neck, laying you back on the mattress was an easy feat. He spread you out wide, pushing your hands above your head while he settled his hips against yours. He couldn't help himself from starting to rut against you -- you were so warm, your pussy practically begging him to fuck you.

"Ooh," you moaned out against your better wishes, his covered cock giving you just enough friction in your panties to set you ablaze. You could feel yourself dripping into them, begging, waiting for him.

"You really want me tonight, huh?" he asked hungrily, knowing the answer.

"Y-yes, Stevie," you whined, letting go of his hands to let your nails graze down his back, feeling the length of him trapped in his boxers press against you.

"Oh-ho-ho, whose needy now, hm?" he teases in your ear, grinding mercilessly against you, his chest pressed up against yours while he keeps you pinned the the mattress.

"So quick with that tongue earlier, what happened?" he smirks, getting right in your face, brushing his nose against yours. You roll your hips against his, your thighs sliding against his hips as another mewl escapes you at the friction.

"Oh, I see. You wanna be good for daddy now, don't you?"

"Steven," your eyes pop open, your mouth gapes with a smile, "You can't just say stuff like that."

He laughs into a kiss on your neck, "C'mon, I think you liked it."

"I don't really think you're the 'daddy', type," you say, your voice taunting.

"No?" he asks his voice is calm, but his eyes are challenging you.

"No, you're too nice," you smirk while he comes up to kiss your mouth, "You've never won a fight in your life. And you're what, almost 30? Who're you bossin' around?"

He watches you raise a brow when you say it, your lower lip tucking slowly between your teeth in a grin -- god he loves when you do that.

"Lot of secretaries to go through in the office, mmm," he hums when your lips graze his neck, your tongue striping up to his jaw, "Learned a couple things."

"You think I can't boss you around?" he asks, pressing up off of you and leaning onto one of his forearms.

"I know you can't boss me around," you say, your brows quirking while you push at his chest to get on top of him like you always do. Already soaking at the thought of him whining for you to fuck him, to cum all over him, grabbing at your thighs, hips, and ass desperately. His heaving breaths after finishing, resting his head on your stomach while you stroked his hair, feeling his lips press against your soft, pudgy, belly to let you know he's ready for the next round.

He caught your wrist as you pushed and pressed it back down into the mattress.

"Oh c'mon Stevie, I love hearing you beg for me," you tease before he presses his mouth against yours, noses squishing together. Over the years, Steve craved closeness from you -- pulling you flush against his chest when you were on top, wrapping his arms around your back. Clutching you, fingertips sinking into your cloud-soft flesh while you moaned into his ear.

"Think you can beg for me for a change," he mutters, pulling away as you reach to kiss him again. A little whine pulls from your throat and he purrs at the sound. Right where he wants you.

He gets on his knees between your legs and looks down at you, eyes roaming the expanse of your body -- your broad shoulders, soft skin, delicate curves and indents. His personal Aphrodite -- flesh turned fine art. All the Rennaissance paintings in the world couldn't do you justice. He stuttered the first time he saw you naked, overwhelmed by you and how not shy you were for him to see you. Steve let's a finger trail along the lining of your silk panties at your thigh, you shiver at his soft touch.

"Take these off," he says, but it comes out as a demand.

"So mean," you tease, tugging at the elastic and lifting your hips up to push them over your butt and thighs. He shrugs off your jest, grabbing your underwear when they get too far down for you to reach and throwing them on the floor. He's rough when he flips you over to your stomach, the flesh of your ass bouncing with the movement and he salivates immediately.

"I'll show you mean," he says, it's more playful than menacing. He brings a hand down hard on your soft body, ass reverberating with the action and you gasp -- tensing all around.

"Ow -- Steve!" you cry out, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh, shit,” he smooths over the pink handprint blooming on your skin, “I’m sorry.”

"It's okay, it's fine, just -- I don't know, warn a girl," you laugh. His hand drags over the curve of your ass to your thigh.

"Did you like that?" he asked, his voice dropped to his lower register and you inadvertently press your thighs together. Your face drops into your arms on the mattress, blushing.

"Is that a yes?" he asks, fingers snaking to your inner thigh and your hips roll slowly at the feeling. He hums when he sees you nod into your forearms.

"On your knees, baby," he suggests, tapping your thigh. You adjust onto your knees, forearms still on the mattress in a perfect deep arch. He sits back at first, taking a moment to marvel at your ass in the air -- committing it to memory. He keeps his hand on your inner thigh, massaging gently while you settle into position.

"Open up a little more for me," he's gentle, pushing at your flesh so you open up wider. You adjust and he grins, sliding his boxers off -- you whimper when he does.

"You okay?" his voice laces with acute concern, it wasn't a sexy whine or cry like you usually do. He stands up so he can soothe you from the side of the bed, his hand smoothing over your back.

"I thought you were gonna -- I didn't know we were immediately gonna fuck," you say, leaning your face to the side to look at him.

"Oh no - I wasn't just gonna - when have I ever just gone in and fucked you?" he laughs, "I just wanna jerk off while you sit on my face, is that okay?"

"So much for me begging for you," you smirk, "Sitting on your face, just like old times."

He huffs a breath through his nose looking down at you, his face unimpressed. He leans forward, face inches away from yours, "Who was just whining over the idea that I might not eat her pussy tonight?"

You burn at his words and he notices, "Was it you?"

You nod with an embarrassed smile, "If you're a good girl, I'll let you be the boss next time. I'll teach you a few things, yeah?"

"Steeeeve," you whine while your skin is in flames, "You can't say that."

He gets on the bed behind you, one hand on the bend of your hip, the other with his fingers sliding against your open folds -- finding slicknes without surprise.

"Can't say what?" he asks with a smile, "Can't call you my good girl?"

Your hips push back on his fingers when he says it and you scold yourself at your body's betrayal. You hear him tutt behind you and you clench around nothing at the sound, "Sure feels like I can."

He slides under you like a well versed mechanic, arms and hands immediately wrapping around your thighs, stifiling their nervous jiggle. He guides you down to his mouth, your posture changing while you sit further up and back so you can see his eyes and he can see all of you. Your hips wiggle as you feel his breath on your opening.

"Are you excited?" he asks, you nod and he can't hold out anymore at the sight of your smile. You feel his tongue drag, poking between your folds once you relaxed -- his fingers reaching to keep you spread open to start.

Your smile transforms to a pornographic gasp, head immediately thrown back as his tongue stripes you again. Your hips rock against his mouth, Steve smirks to himself into the next lick, flicking over your clit and a peal of mewls escape your lips.

He feels at home here, your full, thick thighs keeping his ears warm in the December weather. This big cold house suddenly feeling full with your voice moaning his name. He didn't need the whiskey if you were offering to quench his thirst like this.

You feel his tongue lap at your opening, the thick, wet, muscle pushing in past your walls trying to desperate to out maneuver him. His face was coated in your juices, dripping freely own onto his chin and cheeks while he fucked you with his tongue. He watched as your hand reached down to tease your clit, he caught it in his, pushing it up to your breasts.

"Play with your tits f'me baby, let me watch," he says, scooting up a bit.

"But Steve I --" you huff, desperate for some extra stimulation.

"I'm getting there, if you'd just be patient for like, twenty seconds," his voice sounds like he's back at the bar, admonishing you like you're rushing him to get out of the bathroom.

"You're ruining the mood," you cross your arms over your chest, pouting.

"Aww, I'm ruining the mood?" he mocks, a fake frown matching yours. He slides a finger slowly past your tight walls and you falter a little but hold to your convictions. He holds eye contact with you through his glasses, pushing a second finger in to meet the first.

Your mouth gapes, eyes pricking with tears as your walls close down hard on him, "Am I still ruining the mood, baby?"

A silent cry rattles your chest, falling quietly out of your open mouth. Your eyes close tight while he snickers, pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm, "It's all better now, isn't it?"

His voice makes you dizzy, he used to talk to you like this when you first started fucking. Cocky and confident -- certain he was making you feel good, and fuck he was. What did he ask you to do before? Your brain was racking for the command, but too overwhelmed with pleasure when he hooked his fingers to find your g-spot.

"Stevie -- oh fuck, fuck, please more," you whine out, you sound pathetic but you can't even find your self to care. It feels like a roller coaster reaching it's peak with every curve of his fingers teasing your spongey center. 'Play with your tits f'me baby, let me watch.' There it is, that you could do. You palm your breasts, pulling and pinching at your hard nipples looking down at him over your belly pooch. He winks when his tongue finally makes contact with your clit and you shudder instantly. You gush over his fingers, taken by surprised by your own orgasm -- already feeling the second one building.

"That's my good girl," he purrs beneath you, "Stay just like that, okay? I'm not done."

You gulp, feeling his soft kitten licks back on your clit start to ramp up to fast flutters -- Steve didn't want to start you back up slowly. Your breath had barely steadied before it picked back up again, flexing your core to keep yourself hovering above him. Your hand reached down to his hair, tugging while your thighs tensed.

"Ride my face, baby, come on," he encourged, "You've never been nervous to do it before."

"I --," you hesitated, "I didn't with Andy -- it's been a while."

"What?" he asked, surprised, pushing up so his full head peeked out from between your legs, "Are you fucking with me?"

"He...ugh, Steve," you leaned your head back and then turned it back down, mumbling, "He said I was too heavy."

Steve's eyes furrow, mouth open, unsure at first how to respond -- aghast, "This guy sounds like a fucking loser. You're not too heavy -- god -- who says 'no' to that? What's wrong this this guy?"

Steve shakes his head and pushes back down, "Sit on my face, baby. Fuckin' suffocate me."

You don't have a choice, he pulls you down onto him, your knees sliding further apart and you can't help but start grinding your hips against his tongue. The whole act sounds as lewd as it looks, wet and sticky as he captures your slit in his mouth to suck on it. Spreading your ass in his hands to spread you further apart, moaning low into your pussy so you can feel the vibration through your core.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ooh daddy just like that," the words just pour out of you while you start reaching your second peak, hips writhing onto him with your back arched. Steve grips your ass cheek hard before smacking down on it with a loud 'thwap!', satisfaction burning in his stomach -- daddy, daddy, daddy. The same hand reaches for his neglected cock, covered in pre, leaving a patch of cold liquid on his hard, muscled stomach.

Steve feels your hips hump his mouth in quick succession, his nose bumping your clit rapidly. Your moans get shorter and higher with each flick of his tongue against you until they're just huffed breaths.

"Mmm, come on," he nods up at you, "You can do it, angel."

You nod back, face contorted while tears stain your cheeks, the next roll of your hips his mouth makes contact with your clit again. You see stars, you cum so hard you swear you're pissing. You can hear Steve's grunts under you, collecting your slick to add friction to the fist he's fucking behind you.

"Get on your back," he demands, "Need t'fuck you, holy shit."

You get on your back, looking up at him now on his knees, both of your eyes lust blown in the low light. You weren't a stranger to his cock, but every time you saw it you couldn't help but feel spit build in your mouth. It was angry tonight, tip red and leaking, veins pulsing while he stroked himself looking down at you.

"I don't know, Stevie -- it might be -- it's too much," you say, thighs pressing together to protect your sensitive cunt.

"Two is nothing, honey," he shakes his head opening your legs up, crawling over you to line his tip up with your entrance, "You've given me four in less time."

You whine like a child, but you don't stop him when he slides the tip against your entrance, building up the slickness to slide over his cock. When his tip pops in you hiss, back arching to feel another inch push into you.

"Oh, that shut you up, huh?" that voice was back again, Steve was starting to feel so confident, you might as well start calling him Manhattan. He pushes deep into you, all the way to the hilt -- your legs springing up against your chest automatically -- heels hitting his back.

"You feel so good, Stevie," you moan into his mouth while he leans in to kiss you.

"Pussy's fucking made for me," he rasps while his thrusts pick up, forceful and deliberate. Steve loves fucking you because he knows how well you can take it. You were built sturdy, plush, soft -- he loved how it felt to slam into you. He'd heard it on the radio, some cheesy line 'more cushion for the pushin', but fuck if it wasn't true.

Steve knew he wouldn't last long inside you, your pussy tight and wet -- hugging him in place, resisting his exit. He filled you completely, your eyes rolling back the second you felt the hair at the base of his cock tickle your skin over and over again.

"Steve, oh god Steve," you moan through gritted teeth, tears back to rolling down your cheeks as your nails dig into his back, "Just like that daddy, fuck me like that."

His mouth falls open at your words, the girls on his desk never talk like that. He can't fuck them how he wants to, never throws them around. They don't look at him the way you look at him, soft and pretty. They don't wanna wash his hair for him in the shower after, and kiss the freckles on his back. He doesn't wanna make them dinner after, or give them a ride home. He doesn't blush the way he does when it's you that calls him daddy. When you call out his name. When you look up at him with those eyes. When you hold his hand in the car. When you tease him for coming to Porter's early. When you call every time you come home just to see him when you could see anyone else.

Steve's hand finds your jaw but you guide it to your throat while you bounce against his thrusts, he chuckles wickedly, "When'd you turn into such a whore?"

His fingers press down expertly on your neck while you attempt to moan out an answer that he doesn't wanna hear. He just wants to keep watching your fucked out face and body while he drills into you deeper. His voice lilts into a mocking coo, your cunt drools.

"Just for me, isn't it?" he asks down at you through his glasses, and you nod quickly in his hold, "They're not fuckin' you like this in the city, huh?"

"Had to come all the way back to Indiana to get this dick, didn't you? All the way back home so daddy could fuck you just how you like it," he huffs, feeling himself get close.

"Yes, yes -- had t-to come back for you - oh fuck, fuck," you whine out, raspy and nasal from lack of blood flow.

"Who fucks you like I do, hm? Who else is makin' you come like I can?" he eases up on your throat, moving back to your jaw -- leaning in to give you a sloppy tongue kiss into your gasping mouth. You tighten again over him, gushing whatever creamy spend you had left in you, gripping his shoulder tightly while your eyes pinched closed.

When you're nose to nose again you look up at him, "Nobody, Stevie. Just you, it's just you."

He growls at the confirmation, his hips stuttering -- 'Nobody fucks her like I do,' ringing in his head while he feels his vision start to go white.

"Baby, baby," he starts, his voice softening, "God, fuck -- can I come in your mouth?"

You nod and he groans, panting while your wet walls keep his cock warm and tight inside you. Steve slows his thrusts which just makes the feeling more intoxicating, your sticky thighs meshing with his soaked hilt. You whimper and cry with every push into your overstimulated cunt, your legs almost giving out from being pressed against your chest.

"Jesus Christ. Gonna come in your mouth," he whispers into your neck, "Feels -- oh shit -- fuck, it feels so good in your pussy, though."

Steve knows he can't hold back, quickly pulling out of you while you shoot up onto your elbows. He pulls your head forward with one fell swoop of his big hand, your mouth and thrat sucking in his cock in a vice grip. You can feel the warm liquid start shooting into your mouth immediately, but it doesn't stop you from obediently sucking on it. He's peak caveman brain while he watches you, your eyes shining up at him while he holds his weight up on your head -- grunts and snarls coming out of his mouth while he finishes thrusting into your face.

You take your mouth off as he softens and swallow, gingerly sitting up slowly. Your thighs ache, you're exhausted. He sits down onto his calves, both of you panting on the center of the bed.

"Let me -- let me get you some water," he huffs out, sliding off the mattress into the attatched master bathroom. He's only gone for ten seconds, passing a clear glass into your shaking hand. You sip slowly to start before gulping it down.

"You okay?" he asks, leaning over to kiss your forehead, "You're quiet."

You nod, taking a deep breath and letting it out, "That was...insane."

He laughs, it makes you laugh, and he lays down onto the mattress to stare up at you. You look down at him, offering Steve a weak smile before looking back at your empty water cup. You slide off the bed like he did before, putting the glass back on the bathroom counter, peeing, washing your hands, and walking back out.

You let out a tired sigh, reaching for your clothes strewn about by his dresser -- sliding on your panties.

"What're you doin', Manhattan?" he asks, sitting up, "Got somewhere to be?"

"I'm getting dressed, Steve," you explain, putting your bra back on. Steve's chest hollowed, normally you'd have some pillow talk after -- talk it out. He still had to show you the new house decor.

"Hey, stop," his voice is soft as he waves his hand at you, "You don't have to do that."

"I gotta get home, Steve," you assure, "It's getting late."

"You..." he trails off before taking a deep breath, replenishing his confidence, "You could stay. I can drive you back in the morning."

"Steve..." you start, shimmying a little to get your jeans over your hips and thighs, "I never stay. That's not us, that's not what we do."

"It could be..." he suggests, his voice cracking a little, "Please?"

You stand there, in your bra and unbuttoned jeans, your tummy poking out where the zipper is undone. Your bra suddenly feels tight and uncomfortable, your underwear constricting you under the jeans that feel a size too small.

He looks you over, watching you contemplate it and gets up out of bed to meet you by his dresser. His hands reach to each side of your face, warm and big. His fingertips graze the hair at the edge of your scalp, pinkies and ring fingers on the back of your neck. He tilts your head up slightly to look at him and your heart hammers, more than it did the first time he started kissing you in his car. Steve's heart matches your cadence, remembering how nervous he was the first time he talked to you -- desperately wanting you to be impressed by him.

"I --" you start blushing, he's never looked at you quite like this, "I don't have anything to wear to bed."

"I don't want you to wear anything to bed," he says, leaning forward to capture your lips in his while you both step awkwardly as a unit back over to the bed, "It'd just get in the way in the morning."

"Please stay," he pleads again, pressing a gentle peck on your lips, "Please -peck-, please -peck-, please -peck-. "

"Okay, okay," you laugh, "Are you sure?"

"I'm begging you," he smiles, leaning his forehead against yours. The tops of his frames hitting your brow bone. He lets go of your face to make work of the top of your jeans, shoving them back down until they pool at your ankles. He unhooks your bra, a little too expertly, and snaps the band of your satin panties before rolling those down too. He moves down with them so he can skate his hands over your thighs and leave a warm kiss on the flesh over your hip bone -- apologizing to the bruise he left there earlier.

"Can't believe you kept your glasses on," you tease, "Dweeb."

He comes back up, sliding his glasses off smoothly, like he did in the back seat of his BMW five years ago, "I like being able to really see you."

"Am I blurry without them?" you asked, trying to take them out of his hand. He snatches them out of your grasp, hiding them behind his back.

"Not really," he says, walking over to the bedside table and placing them next to the lamp, "You told me they made me look handsome back in - think it was -- '94 maybe? -- So I just wanted to keep them on for insurance."

You look down at the floor, "I always think you look handsome, Harrington."

You feel his hand at the back base of your neck and turn to see him behind you, "Come back to bed." 

He gets under the sheets and both duvets and turns down the covers next to him, slapping the pillow you're going to sleep on to beckon you forward. You want to roll your eyes but you can't force down the giddiness building in your chest -- sleep over!

You maneuver over to your side of the bed, slipping under the covers while he turns them back over you to tuck you in. Fuck are the sheets nice, they had to be some luxury brand you can only order through a catalog.

Steve clicks off his bedside lamp, leaning over you to click off yours and you catch the remnants of his cologne on his skin. It's not long before you feel his hand skate over you under the covers, sliding over your belly, up over every curve and bump on your body before resting a warm hand on the side of your breast. He hums sleepily and pulls you close to him, pressing his chest against your shoulder. His hot breath fans against your neck where he's settled his head.

"Isn't this nice?" he asks. You nod, turning onto your side to face him while his hand splays across your back to pull you closer. You slide a hand under the pillow, and savor the coolness on your hot skin. Steve looks at you with soft eyes, studying you.

"Can I tell you something?" he asks, "Or, well, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course," you say, looking at him, trying to read his expression.

"Remember -- ah fuck, okay I'm doing this," he says, trying to psyche himself up, "Remember when I said I had some options? To make changes?"

"Yeah, I remember. You can't wait when those opportunities come, Harrington," you lecture, "I've fucked myself so many times with that."

"There's a position in the New York office," he blurts out, "In the head quarters that they're eyeing me for."

Your heart races, "Okay."

"And I'd be...I don't know, sort of demoted but I'd get a huge -- like, huge fucking pay raise," he explains, "And I -- I wanna take it."

A beat passes while he tries to figure out what to say.

"And maybe, I don't know -- maybe we could try this out? Like for real? Instead of just fucking around every Christmas."

You consider it, heat blooming in your cheeks -- the good kind. Your heart starts to swell -- not Steve Harrington asking you out when you're twenty-nine. Sixteen year old you would be screaming.

"What do you think?" he asks, he swipes his hand through his hair and even in the dark you know his cheeks are pink.

"I don't think it's a bad idea," you say, "I think it's the excitement you're looking for -- New York I mean, not me."

"I think you're really exciting," he leans in to kiss you with a grin.

"And I think," he presses his lips against yours again, "I'd do a pretty good job at taking care of you, if you let me."

You laugh through your nose, blushing hard while he kisses your cheek, "That sounds nice, doesn't it?"

"It does sound nice, Steve," you agree, but you don't want him to feel too good about it. You had a reputation to uphold, still. He leans back to look at you, thumb caressing your cheek as your lids fall half down your eyes, "I think I'd really like that."

"You wanna shower? You too tired?" his voice his so gentle you start to melt, but exhaustion weighs heavy on you.

"Too tired," you say, nuzzling forward into his neck -- your head now partially on his pillow.

"We can talk about it more in the morning, yeah?" he asks, a hand reaching up to smooth over your hair.

"Yeah," you said, your breath steadying, "I'll see you in the morning."

He knows you don't like eggs for breakfast but it's all he has in the fridge. It's fine. He'll just order in.

[clownprincehoeshi]

Parallel Hearts - Chapter 6

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. But it seems that the universe really loves you this time. Will Jeon Jungkook notice you?

Genre: for all chapters- Fluff, Smut, Angst

Pairing: idol Jeon Jungkook x fem reader, idol Kim Mingyu x fem reader, idol Y x fem reader

Warning: for all chapters- Kissing/Nudity/Sex scene/Pet names/Angst/Death mentions Minors don’t interact!

Word count: 7697

Previous chapter

Masterlist

Unknown number: So it’s true that you and Mingyu are together?

That’s the first thing you saw on your phone when you woke up on a Wednesday morning. Yeah, you thought it might be Jungkook, because you saw him recently and Hana didn’t keep her mouth shut. But huh, the audacity of this man to question you about your current romantic life. You were enraged so you thought to give a simple reply and block this number too.

Y/N: None of your business.

But then a text from another unknown number came.

Unknown number: He’s not the guy you think he is. Sooner or later you’ll find out. And stop blocking me, I just want to talk. Please!

Block again. That’s what you do, easier to keep your mind on the important things, and you hate confrontation. And honestly, this confrontation would be useless. Arriving at the office, you text Hana to meet you in the cafeteria for coffee and gossip.

Hana: How is my lovely wifeu this morning?

Y/N: Could be better.

Hana: Oh. What is it?

Y/N: Jungkook keeps trying to talk to me and I block all his numbers. Aaand, he said some shit about Gyu, not being the man I think he is.

Hana: Wow, that dude is jealous and would say anything. But wait a minute, isn’t he out of the army by now? It’s been a year and a half since he left, maybe more.

Y/N: Oh shit, you’re right.

Hana: Oh, oh. You think he will try to do shady stuff to ruin your relationship now that he’s back?

Y/N: I mean… I don’t know him like that, but one could never know.

You stare at each other and keep on nodding your heads, while sipping coffee and hot cocoa milk. You hope he won’t interfere, because you’re finally in a good place. Work is awesome, you just got a raise, you have a solid relationship, great friends and you’re healthy. There’s nothing more to wish for. Except maybe more time with your bf.

Seventeen has gotten so famous lately that Mingyu barely gets free days. And you see that he’s feeling bad for not giving you more attention, but he’s doing all he can. And you would rather breakup with him than see his career go to shit.

More and more gossip is coming out about all the members, and like usual, you try not to give it any importance. Especially now, when they are finishing filming In the soop and they’ll get a couple of free days. Mingyu planed a trip, just the both of you, but he didn’t say where, he wants to be a surprise.

So tomorrow morning you will both take the same plane to somewhere, but sit in different seats. Don’t want to give reasons for gossip.

When you get to the gate, it’s then when you find out the destination. He couldn’t have made a better choice, you always wanted to go to Tuscany. You communicated via text, avoided being seen talking face to face. You couldn’t wait to get there and feel at least a little freedom and act like a normal couple.

You’re finally in Italy. You keep your masks on, just to be sure, but walk together now. He rented a car to take you to your little town where you’ll have a house just for the two of you.

The place looks dreamy and you feel like tearing up. The house sits on a hill, you have a spectacular view. The wine yards are beautiful and there’s so much peace. The only person who will come daily to the house will be the person in charge with grocery shopping and cooking.

You could both cook, but you just want to relax these 3 days. It’s perfect, because the cook will come only in the morning, cook meals for the whole day, then leave after a few hours. You get to be alone the rest of the day.

As the Sun starts to come down from the sky and hide after the hills, you both lay on a lounge chair and enjoy the view. He has an arm over your shoulder, your head resting on his chest. His other hand is in your hair, playing with it.

Mingyu: You didn’t tell me Jungkook was trying to talk to you, or that you met him in a bar.

Y/N: Oh. He’s nothing in my life, so not something worth to mention. I didn’t hide it from you with bad intentions, just don’t wanna hear or talk about him ever again.

Mingyu: Ok, fair enough. But he wanted to see me, so we met. Afterall, we have been friends for years and I thought the least I could do for the sake of our friendship, was to listed to what he has to say.

Y/N: Still, I’d rather not talk about him.

Mingyu: But shouldn’t you feel the other way? Like…if you’re over him, talking about what happened should not bother you anymore.

You sit and look at him and you don’t understand where this is coming from.

Y/N: You must understand that we are different people, and we react differently, right? What’s ok for you, might not be ok for me. This is just may way of leaving the past behind. I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I know that I don’t wanna see him again.

Mingyu: What if you meet him someplace by accident, like you already have?

Y/N: I’ll ignore, I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.

Mingyu: He told me he’ll fight for you.

At that, your face shifted from normal to disgusted.

Y/N: Huh????? See? This is why I avoid it, I don’t want to hear shit like this. I don’t fucking care what he wants or thinks. He has ZERO chances with me. The fucking audacity!!

With each sentence, you were getting more and more worked up, angrier and louder. Mingyu never seen you like this, he was used to you being calm and relaxed. Never angry, though there are a lot of things that irritate you, but you always try to keep your composure.

Mingyu: Babe, you’re getting angry, it’s the last thing I want. I understand how you feel and why you feel like this, so I will agree with you and drop the subject Jungkook. You’re right, he’s not worth it. And I have so much trust in us that he can’t do shit. Now come give me a kiss.

And he pulls you but your hands and you land on top of him, with your lips on his. He feels so warm and nice that you give in. Oh, how fast can this man make you forget what you were talking about. He’s absolutely insane for this.

Mingyu: This is all you’re getting, though. We need to be decent while we’re outside.

Y/N: Oh really? So you’re playing hard to get, mister Kim?

He nodded and kissed you again. He sure knew how to tease you and push your buttons. So you ran your hand over his chest, going down over his abs, down on his cock that was rock hard. You started to massage over his length, over his pants and made him moan into your mouth.

Mingyu: Don’t do that, baby! Someone might see us.

Y/N: There is literally no way someone could see. And we’re not fucking right now, I’m just touching you.

You know he loves when you take control, it makes him putty in your hands. You continue rubbing his length over his pants slowly, while kissing sensually. His breathing started to become faster, his chest moving up and down with more intensity. Moans and whimpers were like music to your ears and you wanted to hear more.

Mingyu: Ahh, baby, feels so good. But if you don’t stop soon, I’ll cum.

Y/N: Oh? My little boy will cum in his pants? How messy.

His eyes rolled up and made his hips move along with your hand, trying to get more friction. He was a moaning mess.

Y/N: You probably already made a mess in your pants, leaking precum everywhere. And now you’ll make an even bigger mess.

You started to move your lips to his jaw, then to his neck, licking slowly. Then you reached his ear and started to whisper filthy words.

Mingyu: P-please! I want to fuck you, not cum like this. Please, baby! Let me fuck you.

But you kept on rubbing him, faster now, and ignored what he had to say.

Y/N: Bad boys like you don’t deserve to cum inside a pussy. You deserve to cum inside your pants.

Mingyu: No, no no! I was good. I am good.

Y/N: How? Mentioning that bitch, Jungkook? You think I wanted to hear his name on our trip?

And you put more pressure over his clothed cock. He was going crazy.

Mingyu: Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Please! I need to fuck you, I need to cum.

Y/N: You’re so needy and pathetic, begging me to let you fuck me.

You felt his cock twitch at those words. He was just melting in your hands now, he felt his orgasm coming fast like an avalanche.

Y/N: Are you really going to cum in your pants, like a useless bitch?

He was shaking his head so fast, he couldn’t make out words.

Y/N: Pathetic.

And he came hard, making a big mess in his pants. You could see the wet spot. He was still panting pretty heavy, so you caressed his pretty face and told him he did really good.

Mingyu: You’re completely crazy and I love you. Never change.

As he gets up and walks inside the house to take a shower, he says: But you will be the one begging tonight.

Your eyes went big and round. You hoped he will fuck you so good that you’ll beg and you were sure your panties were soaked, hearing him say that.

The rest of the trip was really peaceful. You went into town just once, to take some pictures. Time went by pretty fast, obviously. Of course it will go fast when you’re with someone you love and you’re having a good time.

When you arrived to Seoul it was just different. Something felt off. There were ridiculously many fans waiting for Mingyu at the airport, and much more paparazzi. You decided to go before him and he would come out 15 minutes later.

You didn’t know how he could manage all this frenzy of people, flashes, noise. He’s a hero in your eyes. You called a taxi and went straight home.

Right before he would go out to meet the crowd of people waiting for him, he turned his phone on. There were probably hundreds of messages and emails. From the members, friends, family, managers, staff and media people who were trying to find out the truth.

Seventeen group chat

Jeonghan: Oh no, no. Mingyu, you’re in trouble

Seungcheol: Why the hell did you go out without your mask, you stupid tree?

Seokmin: Guys, I think he’s on the plane right now

Wonwoo: Yeah, he is. And I think he has no idea what’s going on

Hoshi: Wait, what?

Thing is that pictures of you two were all around the internet. You were still wearing your mask, so nobody knew who you were, but Mingyu took his mask off a couple of times to taste wine at different shops. And someone recognized him and took pictures.

When you turned your phone on while in the taxi, your heart dropped to your feet. You called  Hana right away.

Y/N: Haaanaaa! Did you see?

Hana: Hell, yes! The whole world saw the pictures. But don’t worry, your face doesn’t show and I didn’t see any photos of you two holding hands or stuff like that. His company will come up with something, I’m sure.

Y/N: You’re just saying that to make me feel better. This is not ok, this is a shitshow. I mean, they have proof, actual proof, not like in Joshua’s case when they had nothing. Damn, they will mob him when he’s going to face that crowd. It was so crazy, you should have seen.

Mingyu was close to shit his pants at the realization. He called Wonwoo, because he felt like his brain would eplode if he didn’t hear his best friend right now, so he sat on a chair to calm down and pressed call.

Wonwoo: My god, Gyu! Where are you?

Mingyu: I just landed and I am sitting for a while before going out. I can’t believe this is happening.

Wonwoo: We can’t do anything about that now, first thing we need is get you out of there safely. The company sent more security, because it seems the situation got out of hands. There are hundreds of people there waiting, Mingyu.

Mingyu: I’m fucked.

Wonwoo: Did you see the photos?

Mingyu: Noo, I am so scared to look.

Wonwoo: Then don’t look. We have two advantages though.

Mingyu: In this situation? I can’t imagine what they could be, really.

Wonwoo: So there is no picture with Y/N’s face, she was wearing a mask and a cap. Nobody could guess if she’s Korean or a foreigner. And there was nothing physical between you two captured, so that’s a good thing.

Mingyu: How do we know they don’t have more photos, more incriminating?

Wonwoo: We can just hope they don’t. Let me call our manager. Don’t go out until I tell you it’s ok to go, ok?

Mingyu: Got it. Thanks, Wonu, I love you!

You were texting Mingyu, trying to make sure he was ok, but he was not replying. You thought he had enough on his plate and you will wait for him to call you when he can. Being inside the safety of your apartment felt good, almost like dropping a heavy weight off your shoulders. But couldn’t stop worrying about him. This will have consequences on his career and it made you cry in frustration.

There was nothing you could do now, just wait for a sign from him, and hopefully he will come with a solution. Videos from the airport where he indeed got mobbed were spreading like fire. It made you angry and useless.

Come on, Mingyu, call me, text me back, anything! Just when things were perfect, this shit had to happen. I fucking hate people.

He called, close to midnight, just for 5 minutes, to tell you he was ok and that they had a meeting with the managers to  find a solution to this. He told you not to worry, because the company will fix it. The call made you feel a little better. You just hoped it will not impact his career.

As you were trying to fall asleep, your phone was buzzing. Too sleepy and worried after the day you just had, you didn’t think to check on the caller id so you answered.

Y/N: Yes. Mingyu?

There was silence for a few moments.

Y/N: Baby!

Then, a laughter and a voice.

Unknown number: Baby? That’s how you call him? But you used to call me that too. I’m a little jealous now.

Y/N: Jungkook? Wtf

Jungkook: That’s right.

Y/N: Just fucking leave me alone, don’t contact me anymore. Are you fucking dumb?

Jungkook: What’s the matter, you didn’t like my welcoming surprise?

Y/N: Huh?

Jungkook: You’re famous now, you’re in papers, on Twitter, Instagram, Dispatch.

Without responding to that, you hang up and blocked this number too. It was too much, after that shit of a day. You were too tired to even think, so you went back to sleep, telling yourself that you will talk about this tomorrow with Hana.

Next day you couldn’t wait to tell you friend what Jungkook told you on the phone. Rushing into her office, you grabbed her hand and took her to the laundry room to have privacy.

Y/N: I think fucking Jungkook is involved in this whole photos and revealing shit.

Hana: How do you know?

Y/N: He called last night and I was to sleepy to realize and answered. He asked if I liked his welcoming surprise and that now I am famous on the internet.

Hana: Shit. This is getting wilder and wilder. I don’t even know if I should talk to Jaehyun or Eunwoo about this, they are still friends with the jerk.

Y/N: No, don’t tell them anything. We can’t trust them right now.

After a few days, Hybe released a statement, saying you were a local guide, just helping Mingyu around town. Some bought it, some didn’t, but till there was nothing more they could do. There was no other proof about your identity or your relationship

Things pretty much dialed down in the last weeks, you two just needed to be extra careful now, even when he came to your place. He still didn’t know about Jungkook’s implication in all this and you feared that he will put people to survey your complex building and catch Mingyu. While you were pondering over what was the bet way to go, your bf called.

Y/N: Hey, Mingoo!

Mingyu: Hey, princess! I’m going to be quick, just wanted to let you know about Jeonghan’s surprise birthday party. You’re invited.

Y/N: Aww, how sweet. I miss Hani.

Mingyu: Whoa whoa, what?

Y/N: He’s so sweet.

Mingyu: Am I now sweet? Are you going to leave me for Jeonghan?

Y/N: You’re the sweetest. And I’m not leaving you for him, unless he proposes to me.

It was always fun teasing your bf like this, he never got upset and never took your jokes seriously, because he knew you were just teasing. He was used to it from his members.

Now, Mingyu’s only worry was to keep you and Hoshi away from each other. He wanted to avoid a conversation between you two that might lead to confrontation, and he knew Hoshi had no idea you were a couple and that he just knew you were hurting his younger friend and using him. Also, Mingyu knew you hate confrontations and that in the tiniest case that you get angry, it’s going to be the end of the tiger. You looked like an angel, but you could become a demon if provoked.

Too bad you couldn’t bring Hana to the party. But after a few minutes at the venue, your worries dissipated after Mingyu Left Jun in charge with you. You know, keep you company until he gets back soon. He sad he had something to do.

You liked Jun a lot, you had similar personalities. That’s why you clicked right away when you first met. You thought of him as your big brother. Every time you’d meet Jun, he’s ask you about your travels. He was very interested in that topic, as he always found traveling all over the world fascinating. You haven’t been to that many places, but there were enough countries and enough stories to keep the conversation alive. And you would ask him about his life as an idol.

As Mingyu was taking the elevator to go at the ground floor, he received a text: Meet me in the parking lot in the back. He got there and spotted the car he was supposed to get into.

Mingyu: Be quick, it’s Jeonghan’s birthday party.

Jungkook: I want you to breakup with Y/N.

Mingyu started laughing at that insanity.

Mingyu: Yeah, sure, whatever, Jungkook. I’m going back now.

Jungkook: I have more photos of you two. With her face in them too. With you two being lovey dovey. If you don’t breakup, I’ll post them everywhere. I mean it.

Mingyu: Jungkook, I don’t know why you’re taking me as a fool right now. It’s not like you don’t know me. I’m not afraid of your little schemes. I’m sure the company won’t be very pleased by your threats if they found out. You, trying to mess with their business? I’m their number one idol at the moment, I bring them the most money. Now I suggest you think before opening your mouth again. Have a good evening and try to get a life. You lost her, get over it.

And like that, Mingyu got off the car to go and find you. His heart was beating crazy fast in his chest, he could hear it. When he got his eyes on you, he saw you smiling with Jun and Vernon and a drunk Hoshi who bumped into you. Mingyu was walking slowly to your direction and it took 3 seconds for him to stop in shock from the scene in front of him.

Hoshi just threw his whole glass all over your dress. Not from bumping into you, not by accident. No no. he did it intentionally, while standing still in front of you, looking into your eyes. He even told you: You’re a bitch for using Mingyu.

You didn’t need time to process what happened, it was like you knew before he raised his glass to pour his drink on your clothes. You knew he will do that and you were already thinking about 100 ways of how to kill him.

You went straight to the weak spot. His balls. Oh yeah. You didn’t hit hard, didn’t need too. Men are weak. One little hit and they’re on the floor. And indeed, he fell, trying to keep his screams quiet.

Jun and Vernon immediately checked on you, offered napkins so you can clean your dress. But you were too busy standing over Hoshi, watching him cupping his balls, on his knees.

Y/N: Well look at you now, on your knees for me.

Hoshi: Why did you do that?

Y/N: You want more? Huh?

Mingyu came and got you by your waist before you could commit murder. It made him smirk a little, seeing you so brave. At that moment, he knew he had to do something to fix this Hoshi situation, but he didn’t know what.

Mingyu lifted you bridal style, to take you to the restroom and help you clean your dress. As you were being carried away, you gave Hoshi a mean look that could cut skin, and gestured him that you’have your eyes on him. He was actually afraid of you now. Dino was on the ground, net to Hoshi, laughing his ass off, while making sure his friend’s balls were still intact.

In the restroom, you tried in vain to make your dress look presentable, but it was all in vain. Then Mingyu remembered you were in the Hybe building and they had outfits and clothes there, from the girl bands.

Mingyu: Let’s go find you something in the changing room downstairs.

Y/N: Oh, thank god.

Mingyu: You think maybe you were too rough with the poor guy?

Y/N: At least, now he knows not to push my buttons. I mean, what’s his deal? He’s always been rude to me.

Jun helped Hoshi get up, asking why he threw his drink on you, and Hoshi simply said: Aren’t you guys tired of her using Mingyu?

Jun: Using Mingyu? How is she using him?

Hoshi: She’s friendzoned him for years, using him to make her e jealous.

Jun: My god, how drunk are you? How many fingers am I holding up?

Hoshi: Haha, very funny. Your middle finger. Are you flipping me off now?

Jun: Ok, so not that drunk. But where did you get that crazy idea?

Hoshi: Mingyu?

Jun: Were you drunk when he told you? Because they have been a couple for more than a year.

Hoshi: No, they haven’t.

Jun: Yeah, they have, everybody here knows that. Ask anyone.

Hoshi pouts and looks at Dino, who is next to him.

Hoshi: Dino, is Jun lying?

Dino: No. How didn’t you know this?

Then Hoshi goes to find Wonwoo. He fells he can trust him, he’s honest and dependable, plus, he’s roomies with Mingyu.

Hoshi: Wonu!! Tell me.

Wonwoo: What?

Hoshi: Are Mingyu and Y/N a couple?

Wonwoo looks at him confused, trying to figure out what’s his deal.

Wonwoo: Have you not been on the same planet as us in the last year?

Hoshi: Come on, you’re the only one I can trust to tell me the truth. Mingyu told me they are just friends and that he’s been chasing her but she’s rejecting him.

Wonwoo: Hoshi, I have no idea how much you’ve been drinking, but you should maybe stop, it’s affecting your brain. They have been together since last year.

Now, in Hoshi’s mind there are millions of thought flying like math equations he can’t resolve. He feels stupid and left out. He can’t understand why Mingyu would lie to him and how come he’s been so oblivious to the situation.

He needed to find a place to lie down and collect his thought. He grabbed some water and went down the stairs one floor. He knew there was a couch near the dressing room. He would lay on it and reflect.

As he laid on the couch, he could hear a conversation in the dressing room. He realized it was you and Mingyu. And he realized that you were crying. He felt like shit. It was his fault.

Y/N: Gyu, what if he’ll really post those photos?

Mingyu: We don’t even know if he has any. And I just know he won’t, even if he had them.

Y/N: I can’t believe he’s capable of doing this. After all this time, he is still hung up on this. Wasn’t enough for him to just leave me hanging like that, without a word, when he left to the army? Now he wants to ruin both of our lives.

Mingyu: He’s just jealous you’re with me now. But I think he’ll come out of it soon, I’ll make sure to have Eunwoo and Jaehyun talk to him. He needs to stop.

Y/N: I don’t wanna be with him, Gyu. I want you.

Hoshi realizes it’s not about him, and that you’re not crying because of him. This makes him feel better. But what he’s hearing it’s news to him. He thought you were the one who left Jungkook, and after that, you used Mingyu to make Jungkook’s life shitty. He has no idea what to think anymore. Then he gets up and walks in the room.

Hoshi: So you two are together.

Y/N: Oh, not this guy now.

Hoshi: Y/N, I apologize, I think I went too far?

Mingyu: You think? What the hell, man. Throwing your drink at her.

Hoshi: You mean at your gf.

Y/N: I don’t have energy for this, I wanna go home.

As you get up to leave, Hoshi grips your hand and looks at you with a pleading look in his eyes.

Hoshi: Y/N, I’m really sorry, it was all a misunderstanding.

You shake your hand off his and continue walking to the elevator. Mingyu follows you.

Hoshi: Mingyu, we need to talk.

Mingyu: Tomorrow. Tell the others I went home because I didn’t feel well, please.

That night, you both took a shower and went to bed at your apartment. You felt tired. Not your body, but your mind. At least you fell asleep feeling safe in Mingyu’s arms. Somehow, he is always there for you and he always knows what to do and what to say. He always reassures you.

Waking up in your boyfriend’s arms was the best way to start your day. But today, a headache was bothering you so you kind of wanted to be alone and not bothered. He stayed to make you breakfast and make sure you eat and drink some tea to calm down your pain, then he left to work. They have a lot to prepare for the launch of their new album.

Checking your phone that was on silent since last night when you went to bed, you see a new text from a new number: Hey Y/N everything ok? I haven’t seen you after you went to the restroom last night, I got worried.

It didn’t say who it was, but you could only think it was either Jun or Vernon? They were the two whom you spent a decent amount of time, talking. So you text back: I’m fine, thanks for asking. Nothing major. But who is this?

The reply came pretty fast: Your bestie, Jun. already forgot about me?

Y/N: Awww, Junhui, so happy it’s you.

Jun: Sorry about Hoshi, we talked after you left and it seems it was a big misunderstanding. He felt like shit. Did you leave because of him?

Y/N: Oh…yes and no. There were other reasons, but it’s something personal and complicated.

Jun: Well just know that if you wanna talk about it, I am here. I consider you a friend. You always treated me so good and you’re really an awesome person

Y/N: You trying to make me cry?

Jun: It’s ok to cry, though. Let it out if it happens. Anyway, we are at the company, we need to start dance rehearsal so I’ll let you go. But seriously, I am here if you need anything. I’ll give Mingyu a hug for you

Y/N: You’re the best! Don’t get hurt, ok?

Knowing the next few weeks you will barely get to see your bf, you mentally prepared for it. Also, you and Jun got closer as friends, texting everyday and even facetiming. Turns out he doesn’t have many friends over here, just like you. Plus, you both have your families in other countries, so it helped to understand each other better.

One day you talked to Hana to go for a hike next weekend and the night before you mentioned that to Jun. he got so excited and asked if you needed one more person, because he loves that type of activity.

Y/N: Of course you can come. I would of asked you, but I know you’re busy these days.

Jun: Yeah, I am, but tomorrow I have some time actually. I just have to be at the studio after 6 PM. Mingyu’s not coming?

Y/N: No, he has a shoot in the morning.

Jun: Too bad. Can I bring Hoshi?

Y/N: Fuck nooo!!

Jun: Joke joke.

You think you should let Mingyu know the new dynamics of your little hiking trip, so you send a text late at night that your new bestie, Jun will come with.

Mingyu: Ok, babe. But take care of him, he’s a big baby. And wear masks, make sure you’re all safe.

Next day, the sky is such a pretty light blue, no cloud in sight. The hike is slow but pleasant and you’re happy to see that Hana and Jun are getting along just great. As you are getting closer to the top, you think it would be a good idea to find a nice spot where you can sit and have a picnic.

Hana: Ok, now let’s dig. Enjoy, everyone!

Y/N: It’s been such a long time since I’ve been out like this. I love it.

Jun: Who made these sandwiches?

Y/N: I did. They suck?

Jun: Noooo, they’re so delicious.

Y/N: So, Jun. The reason we did this hike today is because of recent stuff that’s been happening in my life. I needed a break from the usual and a pretty spot where I could have some peace and quiet, to think. I guess I should tell you what happened.

And after you tell him everything, his mouth drops. You told him everything, starting from you moving to Seoul, to the night of Jeonghan’s birthday.

Jun: I had no idea Jungkook could be such a dick. I’m sorry this is happening to you, you don’t deserve this.

Y/N: Well, I got myself into this mess, but yeah, he’s still a dick.

Jun: Still, I don’t think he would reveal those photos he claims he has. It would mess up not only with you and Mingyu, but the whole group and the company. This would not put him in a good position at all, trust me.

Hana: Now, she has to be even more careful about her relationship. Who knows what Jungkook is capable of. And the funny thing is that acting this way, it will only push her away, not get her back to him. Idiot.

Jun: Have you tried to talk to him? Maybe get some closure, remain in good terms, even friends?

Y/N: I have not, because I tend to cut people out, after they hurt me. I mean, he did it knowing what he was doing, I am not here to police his actions and scold him every time, he’s an adult. I shouldn’t educate a grown man. He fucked up, goodbye.

After a few more minutes of sitting in silence, looking at the view, it was time to head back home. There is no way you would give Jungkook a chance, even as friends. A chance to what, fuck up again? After he planed that shit in your trip with Mingyu? No way. Plus, you respect your bf and would not become friends with an ex who hurt both of you. This is the only thing you have on your mind and you’re walking back down to your car.

It's the end of October and Seventeen just released their new album. Incredible success hits them, tours all over the world planed for the next year and a lot more. Ugh, does this mean I’ll have to get a job as Mingyu’s shoes to be able to spend time with him?

They attend award show after award show, winning everything and celebrating with the other fellow idols after each event. There was a Friday night when it happened. The beginning of the end. You were looking at Jaehyun’s private account stories, from the after party. In one of the videos, you could clearly see your bf, having another girl’s arms wrapped around his neck, trying to kiss him.

Your heart dropped to your heels, face feeling like fire. You felt you could puke right then. No, this is not happening. He was not trying to push her away. He was smiling and he had flirty eyes. No, you’re not doing this, Kim Mingyu. Not you!

Why wouldn’t he, though? He’s handsome, tall, smart, rich. He has everything. And you’re nobody. Why would he settle for you, when he could have any woman? And with how much little time he had for you lately, no wonder he’s looking for company from others.

You feel so stupid for actually believing you were ever good enough for him. Tears are filling your eyes, rolling down your hot cheeks, as you call Hana. She calms you down before texting Taehyun to ask what’s going on with Mingyu.

Hana: Girl, he’s saying he has no idea where Mingyu is and that he’s definitely not at the event anymore.

Y/N: He left with that girl.

Hana: Now let’s not get crazy. He might be in his hotel room, sleeping.

Y/N: With her.

Hana: Ughh!! Let’s not overreact, ok? We’ll find out what happened.

You tried calling him, but no answer and no text back, the whole night. Clearly, you couldn’t sleep well, as your mind kept making up scenarios. While trying to fill your mind with other things, you hear your phone ringing in the morning. It was him. You answered and didn’t say anything.

Mingyu: Baby? Can you hear me?

Y/N: Yes. What do you want?

Mingyu: What did I do?

Y/N: I think you know better than me.

Mingyu: Wait…you’re really upset with me. Because I didn’t reply last  night? I passed out from sleep, I don’t even know when or how I got to my room. I’m sorry!

Y/N: And what about the girl you were flirting last night at the party? You were all over each other.

Mingyu: What? Who?

Y/N: Exactly. Who.

And you send the video of Taehyun’s story. There he is, with her arms holding his waist, his hands on her shoulders, just talking and laughing.

Mingyu: Omg, baby. I don’t remember any of that, I swear. You know that no matter how drunk I get, I can keep myself in check and I can remember everything the next day. But this time is all a blur.

Y/N: Of course you would say that. God, I’m so stupid. You must think I’m so stupid, right?

Mingyu: Nooo! Stop! This is a conversation we need to have in person.

Y/N: Why, you think you can fool me with those puppy eyes? Won’t work, Kim Mingyu.

Mingyu: Please, this is insanity. I can’t believe this is happening. Please, let me see you and explain. Or at least find a way to explain and remember what happened.

Thinking if you should give him a chance to explain, you finally respond with yes. But you’ll need to go see him at his work tomorrow when he arrives back to Seoul. The whole day he’s trying his best to give you attention with texts and selfies and updates of his whereabouts.

He’s doing this because he feels guilty. Because he is guilty. Fuck! He’s trying to get away with it. He hasn’t changed. Maybe he changed for a while, but he’s back to his fuckboy behavior

Next day it’s time to meet with him. Walking the hallways of the Hybe building, you see some familiar faces, but no one you ever talked with. You sit at the cafeteria and wait for him. When he arrives, he stands in the door and signals you to follow him. Of course, you can’t trust to be seen together at this early hour in the day, there’s a lot of staff now.

He takes you to a room that looks like a mini studio, where there are musical instruments and a couch. You both sit and you can tell he’s really nervous. Afraid he might see your swollen and red eyes, you avoid looking at him directly.

Mingyu: You’re not even going to look at me?

Y/N: Say what you have to say, stop wasting even more of my time.

Mingyu: Ouch, that hurt.

Y/N: Good, then we feel the same now.

Trying to take your hands into his, you pull away. You feel disgusted being touched by the same hands that touched another woman.

Mingyu: I swear nothing happened. I don’t know how, but I don’t remember even talking to her.

Y/N: How are you sure nothing happened if you don’t even remember? Come on, Mingyu, don’t take me as a fool.

Mingyu. I…

And he drops his face to the floor, defeated. He doesn’t know what to even say to you in this situation, he feels defeated. He feels like he’s stuck in quicksand and the more he’s trying to talk, the deeper he slips. You move your eyes on him, filled with tears. You’ll be damned if you let them fall. All of the sudden, someone enters the room.

Jungkook: Hey, guys. Couldn’t notice you came in here and I have something to show you.

He takes his phone out and gives it to you so you can shuffle between photos and videos.

Y/N: What the fuck do you even want now? I don’t wanna look in your fucking phone!

Jungkook: It will help with answers to your questions.

Not thinking about it, you take the phone and look at the photos. Swiping trough them, anger starts rising up. And it’s rising and rising. About to explode when you get to a video. In the video, you can clearly see and hear Mingyu and a girl kissing and talking about fucking.

Not wanting to spend another second in that snake nest, you get up and put the phone is Mingyu’s hands.

Y/N: Get fucked! Both of you!

You rush out the door. Walking towards the elevator, you see Hoshi walking in your direction and hear Mingyu calling after you. An idea appears in your head, and as you and Hoshi walk closer and closer, once you reach him, you push him into the wall and kiss him hard, so Mingyu can see.

It worked, because you hear him yell: What the fuck!!

After you finished your mission,  you pull away from Hoshi, give him a sexy wink, then you continue walking away. Mingyu comes after you and gets in the elevator.

Mingyu: That was really unnecessary.

Y/N: And you, cheating on me, was?

Mingyu: Something must of happened with me, I don’t remember anything of that. You have to believe me.

Y/N: Yeah, something did happen with you. You tripped and fell into her vagina. Right?

Mingyu: Why did Jungkook have the video, in the first place? I think he’s involved in this.

Y/N: Yeah, involved in like you had a 3some. It’s the only way I see it, because you are no better than him.

You’re so worked up and mad right now, that you turn to him and put your finger in his face, pointing at him and getting closer and closer with each step you take.

Y/N: Listen, you cheating potato! I don’t care anymore. There is nothing you could say or do that would help right now or ever. I don’t want to see you anymore, so don’t you dare call me or text me. It’s over. We’re done. Go and have fun with your bestie Jungkook. Go and continue fucking all the girls in Seoul, go ahead!

The elevator stops at the ground floor, you get out and he stays there, with tears in his eyes. He knows he lost you, knows he was stupid, knows there is no way you will ever listen to what he has to say. As he’s watching you walk away from him, he feels like everything happens in slow motion. Tears start to run down his face now, as the elevator door are closing.

What about you? Well. You’re not surprised that your eyes are now dry. No tears wanting to come out, no sorrow, just anger and disappointment. Seeing the proof with your own eyes, it kind of made you stronger. It gave you closure. Yeah, it was weird Jungkook had the photos, but as far as you’re concerned, they both might be in this together. All this might have been their game, playing with you.

No, I need to stop thinking about them. I’ll be ok, things will be ok.

You know you might cry for a while, be sad. It’s normal after a breakup. Just need to be around friends, keep the mind busy, focus on work and do everything in your power to not engage with those jerks. Maybe even make new friends, wouldn’t hurt. Maybe take a vacation and visit your home town and spend time with your friends and sister. Get away from all this.

Of course you have blocked every number and account where Mingyu could get a hold of you. Still, he has been trying to talk and meet, but you kept your ground. Yeah, you still love him, but it will transform into something else once your brain completely understands that.

Two days after the breakup, Jun calls to check up on you.

Jun: Y/N, what happened? Hoshi told me some crazy story.

Y/N: Umm, me and Mingyu broke up.

Jun: Noooo! Why?

Y/N: Basically, he cheated and I saw the proof, photos, videos and all.

Jun: Jeez!!! I don’t know what to say.

Y/N: You don’t have to say anything, don’t want you to pick sides either. You’re practically family.

Jun: I don’t want to pick sides ether, you’re right, but still, what he did is fucked up. He hasn’t changed, though we all hoped, for his sake. I’m sorry, Y/N. How are you feeling?

Y/N: Not ok, but I’ll survive.

Jun: Damn, I wish I could help, but it’s none of my business.

Y/N: Thanks Jun, I appreciate. I plan to take some vacation, go to my hometown and spend some time there.

Jun: How long will you be there?

Y/N: 2 weeks, more or less. Depends how long will my manager allow.

Jun: Will it make you feel better if I tell you how Mingyu got into trouble today?

Y/N: Actually, yes.

Jun: So it seems that last night he got really drunk and barely slept, and today he came early at work, still drunk. He did so poorly with the dance practice that everyone scolded him. Hoshi went crazy at him, even told him something like “you think you’ll get her back if you’re going to act pathetic?”. And that made me realize something happened with you and him. But I have to say, he looks pretty down, not like himself.

Y/N: That’s not my problem anymore. He made his bed.

Jun: Ok, bestie. I have to get back to rehearsal now. Hope to hear from you soon and try to have fun while you’re on vacation, ok? Send pictures!

While on vacation, you kept in touch with Jun, exchanging fun photos and texting. He didn’t bring up Mingyu anymore, he knew you’d hate it. He also knew you were a mess and hurting a lot inside, even though you were trying to hide it. He made sure to send lots of cute cats videos to make you smile.

Felt good to be back home. You stayed the whole 2 weeks at your sister’s house. You’re her only friend and it breaks your heart that you have to leave her alone again. Well, she has her husband, but he doesn’t really have conversations with her. You’ll make sure that when you go back to Seoul, you will call her more often.

You missed your favorite foods, your favorite places. The city feels different, yet, the smells here are the same. I should cook some of my traditional food for Hana and Jun. Taking walks alone in this city always felt awkward, but now it feels refreshing. It’s like you’re a tourist who’s discovering a new place, trying to let go of a love that broke you in pieces.

[jeridandridge]

Puppy Love

You and Melissa unexpectedly get a puppy.

When you leave Melissa’s house to head to work you have to put your wipers on full speed while you lean forward keeping your eyes and ears alert because of the pelting rain. You knew Melissa would be okay in her truck, but you’re relieved when you get to the school already seeing it parked.

Sitting in your car for a few minutes debating if you should get out and make a run for it, you see something small and fluffy shivering next to a box near the dumpster. You put your headlights back on and squint seeing what you think is a little puppy.

“Shit.” You huff turning the car off and moving as fast as you can in the downpour. Head down you try not to slip on the slick cement as you get to the dumpster. “Hi, baby.” You smile at the scared puppy. Taking your jacket off you move forward and grab the black and brown creature, the both of you totally drenched.

Wrapping the puppy up you hold it against your chest as you run up to the door letting out a breath when you get into the school. “Okay, it’s okay baby.” You hum drying him off as best you can with your jacket. You’re shivering yourself, the October air mixed with the rain chilled you to the bone. Walking down the hall in your now squeaky shoes you get to the teachers lounge meeting Melissa’s eyes right away with a soft smile through your chattering teeth.

“My lord, y/n, what happened?” Barbara gets up, Melissa hot on her heels coming over to rub her hands up and down your arms.

“I p-pulled in and saw th-this puppy.” You laugh through a shiver nodding to the shaking bundle in your arms, his little ears flopped to the side.

“Of course you’d save a puppy, hon.” Melissa smiles as Jacob brings you a blanket putting it around your shoulders.

“It’s not a towel but it’ll work.”

“Thanks. He was h-hiding in a box.” You explain trying to dry the puppy off more.

“Looks like a German Shepard.” Melissa comments moving to your side.

“He was outside in a box?” Barbara asks.

“He was under it trying to avoid the rain.”

As you talk to Barb Melissa helps dry you off, scrunching your hair with the blanket causing Jacob to look curiously between you two before his eyes go wide.

“Maybe Mr. Johnson can watch him for me until the end of the day.” You hum trying to come up with a plan.

“Let’s worry about getting you warm before you worry about the dog, hon.”

“It’s just rain.” You smile with a little shiver, enjoying Melissa’s touch. Normally you stay clear of each other at work wanting to keep your relationship quiet until you’re both ready to tell people.

You stand closer to Melissa almost leaning into her, still feeling the cold deep in your bones while the puppy cuddles into you, his head tucking under your chin. Giving your girlfriend a soft smile you know you two will have to talk about keeping the dog.

“Cmon, bring the gremlin to my classroom and I’ll give you one of my back up shirts.”

You follow Melissa out, her hand on your lower back.

“So do they still think we don’t know?” Jacob asks Barb who sits at the table with a smirk.

She can only hum.

-

“I know a pet can be a lot but I couldn’t leave him out there, Mel.” You explain setting the small bundle down on the floor next to her desk.

“I know, Tesoro. It’s how you are.” She smiles pulling a soft sweater out of her drawer, the puppy wagging its tail at her.

“Oh no.” You laugh watching the small bundle of fur burrow into your jacket.

Melissa hands you the sweater then the coffee thermos from her desk with a smile. “You warm up and I’ll keep this one entertained.”

You were glad there was still a half hour until the kids got there. You quickly get out of your wet dress shirt shivering when the air hits your cold skin.

As you dry your hair a bit more you smile watching Melissa sit at her desk with the puppy in her arm.

“Definitely a boy.” She says rubbing the pups belly.

“What do you think? German Shepards are loyal, very protective. They remind me of you.” You smile.

Melissa gives you a goofy smile cuddling the puppy. A smile that says you two now have a pet.

-

The next evening Melissa comes home from work to dim lighting and the tv playing softly. She smiles coming over to see you and little Franklin asleep on the couch, the puppy tucked into your hoodie. Reaching out she puts the back of her hand to your forehead checking for any lingering fever. She knows you didn’t mind catching a cold after the previous mornings events, especially now that you both get puppy cuddles.

[lilpotatjj]

Imagine the reader has an acting job on a film and finds out that they are going to be working with Bella ramsey (who they have had a crush on for ages) and then meets Bella snd finds out that they basically both like each other. Then, after shooting they both go to Bella’s house and have s*x but it’s the readers first time with a girl!

A/N: writing readers first time with a girl is rly cute. I also don't have any experience in making out with a girl. I just wish I could tell my Co Worker, which funfact looks a lot like Bella,that I really like her...welp Idk🤣 sooooo...hope you like it and thank u for ur request sweety <33

Warning: Scissoring, pet names, fingering, Bella being waaay to cute, fluff, kissing. so if u don't wanna read that filthy smut feel free to ignore😇

Wordcount: 1,3k

Proofread: nope (only had 30min to write that lol)

Masterlist

♡Crazy feelings♡ (18+)

Lying in bed with someone you never thought you would ever talk to. Naked.....to each other and completely caught off guard.

Yup...

You...

You and...bella?

You and bella!

Yes. It wasn't planned to end like this. But when is anything ever planned?

You are dead tired because it is the middle of the night. A new co-worker is about to arrive, with whom you have a few scenes together. You sip your 5th coffee and spit it right back out when you see who's coming on set.

The Lady of Bear Island, but she is all grown up.

Bella Ramsey is your partner for the rest of the shooting? That's a joke....but you don't feel like laughing because she's what's called an addict. For years now you've been following her projects and trying to stay on top of them.

"Morning" she says, cuddling everyone she already knows. To those she sees for the first time she shakes hands a bit shyly.

"Haah...?" The only thing that comes out of your mouth as Bella shakes your hand. Really?

Get a grip Y/N

"Oh agh..sorry I'm Y/N, nice to finally meet you in person! I mean here on set!" You're totally flummoxed and look down in embarrassment. Bella has to laugh lightly...another one of her super cute giggles.

Shit...now you have to stay calm while working too. This will be pretty hard.

"You're cute" she says dryly without batting an eye. Wait what? Eeeeh.....ok. shit starts getting real.

Days go by and you two get along great. You try not to let anything show, but you have to look at her all the time. Bella doesn't miss that and often stares back cheekily.

"What...? Are you my hardcore fan?"

"And if so?" Yup you just said that out loud.

Fuck

Bella stares at you and actually got red cheeks this time. Now she's the speechless one.

"Maybe I would like that" her eyes are only on you now.

"Because of you, I can never think clearly on the set."

"Maybe that was my goal from the beginning..." she comes menacingly close, making your breath catch. She kisses you carefully to test if you want it as much as she does.

You can't believe what's happening here and despite a brief hesitation you go in for her kiss. Damn, she's driving you crazy and your break is about to end.

"You are so damn cute. I've felt that since the first time we met."

"Wow...I wouldn't-..I...Me? I've never thought that" you look at her in amazement and Bella finds it hard to pull herself together.

"Are you ok...?" You look at her worriedly.

"Yes...you are just too cute...I just want to go to my place and spend time with you"

"Ok....I'll handle it" you clarify with the film director that you can get a break for today, as if Bella wouldn't feel well and together you go to Bella.

"It's really nice here" you look around relaxed.

"Yes, thank you. I'm lucky that the location is not far away from set" Bella throws herself on the couch and takes a deep breath. "Do you want to join me?" She looks at you with hopeful eyes.

"Ok...I'd love to" you are a little unsure. You've never done all this with a girl before. There were the last two guys...but they were never serious. Bella seems very sweet so far.

"I don't know how long I've liked you..but you're even better in person. Really sweet and so open. I really really like you" you sit next to her.

Bella smiles her cutest smile as she looks at you happily. This time you come closer to her and try to get your heartbeat under control. You hesitate but Bella carefully closes the gap between you and her soft lips touch yours.

A kiss, as if both of you are afraid to go too far, to let it get out of hand, but there is this desire. It bubbles deep inside you. The curiosity how it is to go further with a girl.

A slight sigh bursts out of you, unintentionally. Bella sets down briefly and kisses you again only to take your face in her hands. More demanding and greedy, Bella's breathing accelerates. She also has difficulty holding back.

"W...wait..." you look at her. "I've never done this with a girl before...I have no idea how it works".

"Ah don't worry there's no manual for that" she giggles and kisses your neck softly and nibbles it here and there. You bite your lower lip and hesitate to let go.

"It's ok...I'll guide you. I'll show you how it's done. And if you want to stop then just say"

Bella means it lovingly serious. You nod and kiss again, this time more lustfully and your adrenaline means it too good for you. You are totally excited.

After all, she's not just any girl, it's Bella. She rubs her hips against your sensitive spot, which makes you moan softly.

"I'm getting undressed ok?" She stands up and undresses one by one, your blood pressure rising rapidly. Damn your breathing is so fast, you'd think you're having a panic attack.

She just kisses you again to calm you down, which also works quite well because the desire for more grows in you.

This time you're the one pushing your hips against Bella.

"let me undress you" she speaks between kisses and you let her do it.

The kiss gets wilder, the feelings completely overwhelming. When you are also undressed, Bella slowly lies down on you, rubs her pussy against yours and you can feel how wet she is already.

Wet sounds can be heard which only drives you even more crazy. Bella which soft moans let you join in and you can't hold back any longer.

"feels...so good..that's crazy..." you're already tingling, realizing far too quickly how you're approaching your climax.

"just let it come to you...it's ok" she kisses you on the neck and shoulder which is enough to make you overshoot the mark too fast. You hide your face while moaning into her shoulder.

"nah you sound so pretty darling"

Almost annoyed that you cum too quickly, you are completely out of breath.

"I'm not done with you yet" you look at her in surprise and startle when she suddenly starts kissing your folds, licking up all your juice. You claw into her hair and tilt your head back, moaning to yourself.

"someone's still electrified" your cunt is still throbbing and every touch of Bella doesn't make it any better.

"I'm going to stick a finger in" She looks up at you and scrutinizes you as she sticks her finger inside you. You moan, completely lost, but you put your hand over your mouth in shock.

"ah come on baby, I want to hear your beautiful voice" she holds still and you press against her finger to absorb even more of the incredible feeling. She moves it slowly and can't help but smile cheekily. "That's a good girl, keep moaning...all just for me"

A second finger penetrates you, which makes the tingling even stronger. She clearly feels how your pussy around your finger clenching.

"I'm so close pleeease...don't stop" you moan almost in desperation.

"Come on baby, come all for me!" her other hand wanders to your chest, caressing it and she accelerating her movements which makes you a moaning mess.

Your cunt pulsates around her fingers as you cum for the second time. when you calm down a little she pulls out her fingers and licks them off.

"thats way better...as with boys" you say out of breath, still shaky.

"sounds good" she smiles playfully cheeky and kisses you tenderly.

"Next time...I wanna make you happy"

"Sure"

"Your to cute I can't believe it"

"Stop it" she looks cheekily.

"Nope, never"

[peachesvanilla]

Come to me

description: One getaway. One month. One house. Two best friends. Baekhyun and Hwayoung try their best to not cross the fine line between friendship and love. But the lingering touches are hard to resist. They are either going to end up being the best part of their life or the worst nightmare.

pairing: Baekhyun x reader

genre: pure fluff, bff au, friends to lovers

“It’s suffocating.”

Baekhyun’s hands freezes in mid air, cream squeezes out of the piping bag in a diagonal line messing up the decoration on the chocolate cake. He winces at the clutter and resists the urge to shove the cake into the dustbin. Three hours of his hard work, he can’t let that go down the drain. He sets the bag next to the cake and turns to the person who just caused all this ruckus.

Hwayoung’s black eyes blink at Baekhyun through the phone which is propped up on the side shelf next to the counter. He picks up his slick black phone and closes the cabinet’s door. “What’s wrong?” Worry laces in his tone and he tries hard to not hyperventilate and bombard her with thousand questions.

She doesn’t answer those questions, instead she crawls back into her corner and never talks about her problem anymore. Even if he begs her for hours, she always dodges his inquiries with jokes and her day to day life updates. Being friends with her for more than five years did have its perks.

“Nothing major.” She twirls to the side, dropping the phone on the bed. “Just overwhelming.” She picks up the phone and rests it on side as she stares at Baekhyun lost. “How’s the bookstore going?”

Baekhyun drags a chair out of the coffee table on his porch. Resting his elbows on the table he props his chin on his palm. “Good. Have to rearrange shelves and add new books. An author is coming tomorrow to sign a few copies of his new release and I have to make arrangements for that too.”

She hums. “I still don’t understand why you left your well paying job and ran away to that town which has nothing except old people.”

Baekhyun chortles at her words. “Hwayoung!” He shakes his head trying to get her words out of him. “God. You don’t have a filter. Sometimes it hurts, Hwayoungie.”

Her cheeks redden, he notices this perk whenever she is shy or embarrassed. Sometimes on purpose he teases her to get this reaction.

“You know I don’t mean it that way, sunbae.” She sleeps on her back and elevates her phone in the air which slips in a second landing right on her face.

Baekhyun winces at the sound and only imagines how much it must pain her. “Careful.” He chides.

She rubs her nose and howls in pain. “That fucking hurts. Shit.”

Baekhyun clicks his tongue at the usage of swear words in return she just rolls her eyes at him.

“I know you are old and stuff but people do use swear words. Way more than me actually.” She huffs, returning to the old position and resting the phone on bed. “And I am not looking down on you for escaping to the small town,” she emphasizes on escaping, giving him a stink look, “it’s because I miss our weekly meetings.”

Baekhyun’s shoulder slouches and he averts his eyes to the trees hovering over the top of his house. It’s eight in the morning, and his neighbors are up and rolling. The nosy sixty year old lady, Mrs.Kim, is on her recliner petting her dog which is resting on her lap. Loud clattering of vessels from the house beside him became a part of his day too. It took him weeks to make out the couple next door are new to cooking and aren’t throwing the vessels at each other.

“I know. I miss those days too.” He sighs, leaning back on his chair and spreading his legs under the table.

Mrs.Kim waves at Baekhyun and he waves back with a smile.

“Who are you smiling at?” She asks curiously, her eyes plastered to the camera trying to get a close look at him. “Your secret girlfriend? I know you have a secret lover.”

Baekhyun’s smile splits into a broad grin. “Why jealous?”

She snorts. “You wish. Baekhyun. You wish.” Yet she still doesn’t distance herself from the camera. “Who is it? Introduce me to her. I did introduce you to all my boyfriends. Not fair. You always play dirty—”

“God. Breathe. Here.” He switches the camera and aims at Mrs.Kim. “Happy?”

She backs away from the camera with disappointment written all over face. “Not happy.”

He switches the camera to himself and narrows his eyes at her. “And your boyfriends are always assholes—” she clicks her tongue just the way he did “—and I don’t know what you see in them.”

“Their body, Baekhyun. Their body. We have discussed this hundred times and I always say—”

“Body is superior to anything else.” He completes. “Body my ass. You just fall for their lies all the time. How can you believe Minhyuk’s words? What? What did he say? He wanted to propose to you but the weather is not good.”

Her bottom lip juts out and hides under the pillow. “Stop.”

“Not once. Thrice.” He grits out, his blood still boiling remembering that one night he found her on the pavement outside a lousy bar. “How are you so skilled in picking the wrong ones every time, Hwayoung?”

She mumbles, her words muffled under the pillow.

“Speak up.”

She comes out of the hiding and glares at him. “I know I am stupid and gullible but he said his family is going through some tough phase and you expect me to—”

“Don’t tell me you gave him money again.” A nerve pops out of Baekhyun’s forehead. “Hwayoung.” He clenches his jaw seeing her cowering and avoiding his eyes. She really did give money to him. “How much?” He asks.

“Just two million.”

“What!” He barks, getting up from the chair and knocking it to the ground. “Are you mad? Tell me you are.”

She opens her mouth and shuts up, her eyes widening seeing someone in her room. “What are you doing here?” She drops the phone to her lap and Baekhyun mutes the call.

He marches across the porch running his hand through his hair. How can she fall into the same trap again and again. It’s not like she opened a service to give out money. And she doesn’t even tell him anything until it is too late. She broke up with him one year ago when Baekhyun found him on his knee proposing to a girl who is not Hwayoung. Everything clicks now and all Baekhyun can see is pure red.

“I’m on call now, Hayun.” Hwayoung says. The phone is still resting on her lap. “No. I can’t come with you now. I told you I am busy on Saturday mornings.”

Baekhyun can hear a faint voice saying, “but that’s just a call. You can talk in the evening or next week. I need you there. What can be more important for you than your sister?”

He can feel her crumbling at those words. Pinching the bridge of his nose he cuts the call and sends a quick. text talk to you next week.

And he sends another one. I better hear that he returned your money, Hwayoung. That’s no small amount and before you take these charities run it through me once.

Baekhyun picks up the chair and sets it into its position. A shadow crosses him, making him look at the next door. The couple ducks down getting caught stalking him. Nosy neighbors. Baekhyun goes back into the house and discards the cake in the trash can.

His day is already ruined. He didn’t get to talk to her for long hours, at least an hour, this week too and on top of that he wants to find that trash ex and kick the life out of him. But he doesn’t get what he wants. And life throws in some more spice by messing up the book order. He has to run to the city and get the right books for tomorrow’s event. Fuck him.

—

The next six days are the usual for Baekhyun— sitting on his porch and enjoying the morning sun while sipping on his coffee. He stopped baking because it reminds him of that Saturday morning and he can’t have another day wasted due to blinding rage. Hwayoung didn’t reply to his messages and he didn’t send follow up texts. But in the middle of the night his mind wanders to her, it is suffocating words. Is she still having a hard time?

Times like these he regrets moving away from the city because if he was in the city she would have dropped by his apartment and she would have spilled her heart and Baekhyun could have at least held her assuringly.

On friday night, on his way home he doesn’t have songs blasting in his earphones because he forgot them on the desk just beside his keys. And he is too tired to go back and retrieve them.

The perk of living in a small town is people go to bed early and there won’t be roads swamped with people or any noise(except dogs barking at him through the gates). The night is cold and he shivers whenever the cool breeze brushes past him. When he is five minutes away from his home his phone buzzes in his front jeans pocket.

Miss you, baekhyuuun

A smile appears on his lips reading the message from Hwayoung. Rereading the message he can hear her calling his name, dragging hyun in a cute and whiny way. Warmth spreads across his heart as he types' miss you too darlin’.

He hears a soft meow. He searches the dark alleyway for the source of the calls and finds a cute little white kitten peeking out of a tree. It meows again and stares at him. Baekhyun slowly takes a step towards it, his insides melting seeing the kitten taking tiny steps towards him. Ducking down he waits for it to reach him.

The kitten startles and runs into the darkness as his phone starts ringing. Hwayoung's name flashes across his screen, frowning at the screen he picks up the call. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

She chuckles at the other side of the phone, “how do you always know?”

“Tell me.” He gets up and walks towards his house taking out the keys. Only his house’s front lights are off while others are shining brightly.

“Show me the sea, Baekhyun.” She requests, voice tired and dull. “I want to get a live version. Got sick of seeing it on other’s posts.”

“You are on normal call, Hwayoungie.” Baekhyun bites on his lower lip, nervousness filling him listening to her. “Are you drunk? Are you out?”

“Oh. Missed that point. Can we switch it to the video call? Are you home already?” She pauses for a second. “It’s already past nine, you must be home.” She sighs. “Next time when you go to the beach or surfing please show me the sea too.”

Baekhyun leans on the wall next to his door in the darkness. “I won’t. It’s beauty can’t be captured in a rectangle piece, Hwayoungie.”

Silence fills in the other side.

Baekhyun hits his head lightly on the wall thinking of ways to get her talking. Before he can come to any ideas she is already talking.

“That’s rude, Baekhyuuun.” There it is again, his heart a traitor speeds up at her cuteness. “I’m having one of the shittiest days in my life and I ask you something—” her voice breaks “—and you say no.”

Baekhyun’s hands curl and uncurl hearing her breakdown and he is standing here unable to search for the right words to calm her. He doesn’t even know what’s making her sad from the past few days and she doesn’t even share a bit making this harder for him.

“Darlin’.” He coos, sliding down the wall and sitting on the wooden ground. “I’m listening.”

“I’m ju-just,” she hiccups, “there’s this and-and he just in front of—” she breaks out into a wail.

“Hwayoungie,” Baekhyun presses the phone to his ear hard. “Who is he?”

“Minhyuk.” She says in between sobs.

Baekhyun closes his eyes at the mention of that name. “What did he do now?”

She sniffles and hiccups. “After last Saturday's call I texted him for the money.”

Baekhyun hums.

“He said how can I ask for money soon and how can he repay the whole amount at once since his family is still suffering. That I’m heartless and selfish.”

“That—”

“And he blocked my number, Baekhyun.”

“That little piece of shit,” Baekhyun holds the bridge of his nose. “Give me his details, Hwayoung.”

“You can’t find him in Korea.” Hwayoung murmurs. “He left for his honeymoon. That’s what his friends said. I don’t think he will return my money, Baekhyun.” Her next words kill a tiny part inside him. “Please don’t be mad at me Baekhyun. I’m trying my best.” She says in a whisper.

Baekhyun leans his head on the wall and stares at the ceiling. His chest is raging with a mix of emotions which he doesn’t know how to control. “Hwayoung,” his voice barely comes out, “you do know I care about you the most right?”

She hums.

“I get angry at you because you do these stupid things—”

“Not helping.” She whines.

“And I feel responsible to protect you.” Baekhyun continues, “I’m not there right now and I can’t know what exactly your situation is or how I can make you feel better.”

“You are helping.” She says. “Talking with you alone calms all of my storms, Baekhyuuun.”

“Tell me where you are exactly now, darlin’?”

“A bar. Drinking and watching others having a happy time from a corner.”

“Junmyeon will come and pick you up. Stay there and stop drinking.”

“I don’t want to go home, Baekhyun.” She replies. “I don’t feel like going anywhere.”

Baekhyun slides his hand across his face and rests it on the top of his perched up knee. If only he was beside her. “For tonight, Hwayoung, go home. I’ll come tomorrow then we will spend the weekend together.”

Hwayoung doesn’t say anything and Baekhyun prods, “hm?”

“No. I don’t want you traveling just for me.”

“It’s not that far I can take it as a long drive.”

“No.”

Baekhyun sighs. “Then you come to me.” He proposes, “take a long leave and spend a week here. You can see the sea, I’ll take you surfing, Alfredo's makes drool worthy pasta, and you can take a break from your life. You get the best of all. Hm?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come to me, darlin’. We will have fun.”

[pedroschka]

your one of my fave joe writers so here’s some prompts I’d love to see you work your ✨magic✨ on, ignore / do whatever just some ideas👀🙈

[ ] joe and reader going on a date to the aquarium? ✨✨✨

- [ ] I’m sure we’ve all seen that post from spain(?!) where joe brought everyone a round of shots and set a timer… but what about a blurb / imagine of that, but reader doesn’t drink OR OR there’s only one slice of lime/lemon left and two shots 👀👀

- [ ] Single mum reader x joe, in the middle of a date and the sitter calls as there’s an emergency👀👀👀

Dating app dilemma

Joseph Quinn x single!mum reader

A/n: ahh sorry it took me a while but I chose the third one, hope you like it! <3

Swiping left, left, left, hm not so bad...right, left again. Passing weird selfie poses, pictures with their pets...Where you would rather pick the pet, group pictures, pictures without their face on it, or the last category, simply not your type. Dating app dilemma.

Honestly, you didn't even know what you were looking for, after the first few minutes of swiping you knew that a Henry Cavill doppelganger was out of discussion. You just knew that after five years of being single and a growing collection inside your bedside table that it just wasn't enough anymore to soothe the aching feeling, you needed to get laid. You needed skin-to-skin. you needed intimacy with another person and not just five minutes alone with yourself and then rushing to pick up your daughter from school. So dating app it is.

After a little debate with yourself, while creating your profile and the question popping up if you're having children already you decided against it, it shouldn't matter if you were a single mum, it was just sex right? one night and never seeing each other again so why bother. this wasn't about her and you weren't interested in answering questions about her to total strangers. This was all about you.

It's easy to forget about yourself and your own needs when you're busy looking after another tiny human who is fully depending on you and your love and care. But now she's six and just started school, making friends, and rather wants to hang out with them after school and do sleepovers instead of spending her time with her mum. And that's okay. But you forgot how lonely it can get when coming home to an empty house and spending the night alone in your bed without a body to cuddle with.

After another few left swipes, your thump stills over the next profile. Joseph / 28 / actor. You scrolled through his pictures, him casually sitting with friends, drinking. A beany on his head, brown curls peaking out under it, smiling cheekily into the camera. the second with him, on the beach, shirtless, with sunglasses perched on his head and squinting into the camera. A good mixture between ordinary-looking but also hot and sweet British guy. The best one so far. His interests are nothing special though, reading, music, meeting friends, and going to theaters. But good enough to give it a try.

Taking the chance you decided to write him right away, luckily it was Friday so your daughter is gonna be with her friend until Saturday night, which means a nearly full day for you.

" hi, fancy a coffee tomorrow, see how it goes?"

Now it's on him to answer.

Luckily for both of you, you received a match half an hour later and his answer with suggestions for whereabouts and time. Perfect.

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After getting off the phone with your daughter, just checking in on how it's going you started to make yourself ready for your date, could you even call it a date?

Joe and you agreed on meeting in a cafe luckily just a few walking minutes away from your home and you would lie to yourself if you would say you were not nervous, you couldn't remember when the last time was when you rummaged through your closet, changing your outfit over five times, angry with yourself for not owning anything near sexy, wardrobe full of comfy clothes. Burning yourself on your curling iron because in your head you already were ten steps ahead, rethinking your conversation topics because sadly, you can't have a one-night stand with a total stranger without having to talk to him first. Cleaning your flat, hiding everything that screams "here lives a child", and even making your bed even though you know you have to do it again after (hopefully) having sex in it. You were a mess to put it lightly.

As you arrived you quickly searched over the few guests hoping to still recognize him. A man is sitting in the right corner, sunglasses perched on his head full of tousled brown curls, a brown shirt with the last button ignored, and a necklace around his neck. Yep, that's him.

Walking straight up to him, he eventually lifted his head and after a few seconds he recognised you, a shy smile spreading across his lips as he stood up to greet you with a hug

A bit taken by surprise by this but also relieved that he made the decision for you on how to greet each other. Just the small touch seems to decrease your nerves on a more pleasant level where you don't feel like throwing up any second anymore.

You both sat down across from each other and you felt like you had been thrown back into your last job interview. His big brown eyes meet yours and create the most intense eye contact you only knew from when your daughter was still a newborn and kept staring at you with her big owlish eyes full of curiosity. But instead of melting into a puddle out of pure love you now stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights, trying to think of anything to sell yourself just right but your mind is clouded with anxiety and your fight-or-flight response is kicking in and you're ready to flee.

" So are we ready to order?"

His question is simple but still manage to overwhelm you

"Oh…yeah yeah sure "

Your whole appearance has to come off as very uncomfortable and just miserable because his next words made you look at him horrified

"Oh man, this is not how you imagined this, is it? Am I looking worse in real life?"

"Wha…no of course not! I'm so sorry! I'm not been on a date for a long time, to be honest between the guy with the picture of him and his dog with matching sunglasses and the other guy who asked me if I was more of a cheese or a ham kinda girl you are a jackpot already!" You panic, do you seriously fucked this all up in under five minutes because of your own body language betraying you?

Before you can spiral even more in self-pity you hear a deep cackle, oh he's laughing. it was a joke.

" I feel flattered, that's some serious competition I got here! I'm so glad you chose me!" he touched his chest in fake surprise

You giggled at his silliness, thankful that he was trying to lose up this whole situation and creating a comfortable atmosphere for both of you.

"But really, cheese or ham?" He raised one comical eyebrow, tilting his head a little, and looked at you expectantly making you giggle again

"I'm vegan so neither"

"Oh good to know! What do you usually order instead of normal coffee? Maybe I could give it a try " his entire demeanor changes instantly again, and he looks genuinely interested with his arms on the table, leaning forward.

Surprised by his unbiased reaction, not being used to not having to explain yourself or start a discussion over your chosen lifestyle you give him a grateful smile

" You usually can just ask for any non-dairy milk for your coffee but when I'm feeling extra fancy I like to order a vegan whipped coffee, that's basically just coffee and coconut sugar whisked together until it's super fluffy on top of any non-dairy milk, so it kinda looks like a caramel turd floating around" instantly cringing at your description for it you hide your face behind your hands " I...I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to compare food with poop I'm sorry "

"No, it sounds delicious! I think I'm gonna order the caramel turd " he starts laughing with you, still not taking his eyes off you. Giving you his full undivided attention like you are the only person that matters right now.

You can't remember the last time you laughed so much, Joe surprised you with one silly question or bad joke after another, at one point even imitating accents while reading the dishes on the menu, making you choke on your coffee which ended with him tapping you on the back and handing you a napkin to dry your teary eyes all while still giggling.

Right in the middle of him telling you the random story of how he got the little scar on his forehead you got interrupted by your phone ringing, seeing your friend's name on the display where your daughter is staying right now, You grimaced, signaling him that you're sorry but have to take it.

" What's going on?" You already have a bad feeling about this ,why else would she call

" I'm so sorry to bother but she has thrown up and is feeling a bit sick, I think It would be better if you could pick her up?"

" Yes yes of course" you looked at Joseph, who pretends to not listen to your call and inspected the menu with great interest " give me 20 minutes " at this he locks eyes with you and you could see his disappointment, guilt creeping up inside of you " thank you, bye!" You ended the call, closed your eyes frustrated, and taking a deep breath before looking at Joe again

"I'm so sorry but something really important came up and I really have to go" you're already standing up and collecting your bag, unbelievably uncomfortable and feeling like the rudest person having to cut it all off like this with no explanation for him.

"Oh uhm…yeah ok" he stood up too, looking bummed and equally unsure of how to act now "bye… I guess?"

"But it was really nice meeting you…bye" quickly turning towards the door, leaving Joe standing in front of two unfinished cups of coffee with hanging shoulders and multiple questions swimming around his head, asking himself if he did something wrong, maybe was too intrusive. Did you used one of those fake calls to get away from him? He really thought you both had a great time until now.

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After taking care of your daughter and putting her in her bed you slumped yourself into the sofa grabbed a pillow beside you and pushed your face into it, muffling your frustrated groan. One date. The first date after five years and you fucked it up.

Deep inside you knew that this wasn't over the missed opportunity of getting laid, maybe it never was and you hoped for a deeper connection again.

Grabbing your phone from the table you searched for Joe's profile, it was just fair to explain yourself to him and apologize again right?! You still could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes and you just can't handle the guilt.

You open the chat, and after writing, deleting, and writing again you just clicked on send

" Hey again. I feel really bad about how it ended today I had a really great time with you and thought I owe you an explanation at least. I have a six-year-old daughter and she was with her friend but she got sick and threw up so I had to pick her up. sorry for wasting your time ."

There was still a tiny spark of hope that maybe he was still interested and wanted to give this a second chance and even if not, to be mature enough to communicate this with you and not choose the easy way and just ghost you.

You watch in disappointment as the 'online' switched off and you were left on read.

the tiny spark goes out as quickly as a candle in the wind and it hurts, but you refuse to even shed a single tear about him

His lost.

Your disappointment morphed into anger at him and at yourself. What a silly idea to start trusting men again, you saw the last five years that you're fine without them. You should just focus on your daughter again. Why even waste your time going on dates with some arseholes who have the maturity level of your six-year-old, hell even she has more because she wouldn't ghost someone because they have a kid. Fuck him. fuck men.

The notification for a new message instantly forces you out of your empowering "stay single"- motivation speech and enlightens the spark right back as you gawk at his answer, neglecting everything you told yourself just seconds ago.

" So tomorrow, same place, same time? :)"

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

[oh-surprise-its-me]

@aki-draws-things

Okay so first off I’m playing fast and loose with timelines and ages. Just know I picture Jake born in 1988 so he’s 34 in tgm.

Christopher Cameron Seresin

He’s about 5’10. Which isn’t short but good god Slider is a fucking moose.

He’s blonde af and has a collection of tattoos from above his elbow and knees, Jake loves coloring them in when he’s young. His favorite colors are light blue and green.

Two sisters, one older one younger.

Not necessarily a bad relationship with his parents just one he knew he wanted to have better for his kids. His parents weren’t exactly supportive of him being gay. They refused to acknowledge it. But it was fairly fine and didn’t cause any real issues when he was growing up.

He became a firefighter because he saw a house fire take away his grandma when he was 7. She had left a candle burning and forgotten. He got burned on the right side of his head from where he was asleep on the couch. The scars aren’t completely noticeable but if you know what you are looking for you can see them on his ear pretty easily.

Absolutely obsessed with cats. He’s gotten yelled at multiple times by Ron and his captain for going back into burned houses for pets

Literally always knew he was gay. His older sister would have magazines and he was obsessed. She would always let him take them after she got bored with them.

His younger sister was always a bit bonkers. They aren’t super close but not from a lack of trying on Chris’ part, when she leaves at 18 after graduation with a boyfriend no one is shocked.

In Highschool he was such the pretty boy. All the girls thought he was gorgeous. He didn’t really care about them but would always try to be nice when he said no to dates.

He meets Ron at age 24. Ron is 25. Chris is terrified of losing Ron when he flies. But he doesn’t actually realize that Ron is just as scared of losing him to a fire that goes wrong.

Chris LOVES dancing in clubs. It took months for him to convince the three of them a gay club in Texas in a town two hours away from where they live isn’t going to out them instantaneously. Mav ends up loving it Tom likes it until he gets jealous, Ron enjoys watching Chris be happy.

They get engaged after top gun. Chris technically isn’t supposed to know how close it got to Ron not coming home but he knows just by how Ron holds onto him when he lands in Texas with three months off.

Tom and Mav follow a month later and they all live together for those remaining two months

Chris meets Maverick and they instantly like each other. Mav and him can completely disassemble a car together and put it back in better condition.

Ice and Slider are terrified of their boyfriends when they are together, they literally don’t speak and just know what the other person needs (Ron and Tom do the exact same thing they just don’t realize it)

Jake comes into their lives in 1988, he’s barely a week old. Chris’ younger sister asked to meet for coffee and brought Jake along, she’s clearly using. She asks Chris to take Jake. She can’t do it. It’s Chris or foster care.

Chris takes Jake without a bit of hesitation. Ron comes home from meetings all day to a baby sobbing from his own withdrawals and sees Chris crying right along with Jake.

Those next few months are some of the worst, it crushes Ron to hear Jake scream like he does at night. Chris takes basically all of his time off he can, his captain fully understands and supports him the best he can. Chris is sleep deprived for months until Ron is up again for reenlistment.

Jake is 9 months old at that point and Ron only agrees to reenlist because they promise him a promotion with a guaranteed stay in one place for two years.

Ron is secretly terrified that Jake isn’t going to like him because he’s been gone so often. Slightly irrational but still a fear. It’s a stupid fear, Jake is obsessed with his other dad. He loves sitting on Ron’s lap and listening to Ron read.

Chris is also obsessed with listening to Ron read. It’s extremely comforting to him to listen to the man he loves read to their son. Son! They have a son!!

Wow can you tell I got hyper-focused and I really rambled for a while there sorry I got excited- please ask questions or please write things if you are inspired!! I’m always happy to answer!!

[ludwigbeilschmidts]

a symptom of being human - germerica

master post.

how did they meet?

they're both 16 at the time.

alfred needed to get out of the states so he just said “i’ll do au pair” and got sent to germany.

on his way from the airport to wherever he has to go he literally bumps into ludwig.

al falls down, his headphones disconnect and his music starts blaring.

it’s miracle by shinedown

lud, as one does, looks down at al and instead of helping him up or offering his hand, he pulls out his phone and shows him what he’s listening to. it’s also miracle by shinedown.

al forgets he’s just been pushed to the ground and immediately gets up like “WHOA DUDE THIS IS LIKE FATE OR SOMETHING?” and ludwig doesn’t quite know what’s going on but he thinks he just made a new friend, so he nods along.

al still has a bit of time left before he has to go to his au pair house so they grab a coffee together and exchange numbers afterwards.

how did they get together?

they've been in love for a long time. them getting together was a long time coming, but it takes them ages.

they've known each other longer than gilbert and arthur had, but it takes them until after gil and arthur get married to finally get together.

really, it already begins during the wedding, because gil and arthur make them dance with each other as a means of pushing them along.

the issue as to why it takes them so long is partly because it just takes them forever to realize their own feelings. it's obvious to pretty much anyone else, except to them. ludwig has trouble getting in touch with his own feelings and alfred doesn't think about his feelings. he experiences them.

and when they both realize it, they've been friends for well over three years, and neither knows how to address it without risking their friendship. especially because al knows it'd be a big change in their dynamic either way, and he can't put ludwig (who deals horribly with change) through that.

ludwig has to admit he can't understand social cues at all, and therefore is completely blind to the signs that al likes him as well, no matter how many times someone else might tell him he likes him.

(it's never gilbert, though, because he promised alfred not to tell. so he doesn't, even if it's agony to watch them dance around each other.)

but when arthur and gilbert make them dance with each other, they'd planned this. they'd planned the song, they'd planned the timing and it ended up working perfectly.

they kissed then. and had a long, long, long conversation about it afterwards.

random hc's.

they have two pets. a golden retriever named aster and a cat named fortnite. alfred named fortnite, and ludwig thought the name was ridiculous, but he cannot say no to alfred.

miracle was their wedding song, and ludwig might have cried just a bit when he and alfred danced to it.

ludwig tries his best to help al with learning german, and he thinks it's adorable that al tries so hard. he loves it when he is confident in what he's saying, and he encourages him as best he can.

english is their go-to language, but randomly al will try to speak in german.

they love each other so much, it's ridiculous, especially because ludwig is very emotionally constipated, but al brings out the best in him.

ludwig's love language is acts of service, alfred's is quality time.

they go out regularly because alfred drags ludwig out of their apartment. he doesn't like doing nothing, he always needs something to do.

[ateezreactionsandscenarios]

Soft Boy San Head Canon

Prompt List               MasterList         Buy me a Coffee

- He’s so cuddly, he’s constantly wrapped around you smothering you with cuddles and kisses.

- When he’s not able to smother you he’ll settle for holding your hand or having an arm around you.

- Constantly praising you, both over big achievements or tiny things. You could do so much as breathe and he’s like “Yay, you’re amazing I love you so much!”

- He’ll love when you play with his hair, doing so much as running your fingers through his hair will send him to sleep, and if you have the audacity to stop he’ll pout and nudge his head against your hand for you to keep going.

- He’d love to cook with you, mostly baking. He’d be the best assistant getting everything you need and measuring them for you and would get way to excited to decorate once everything is baked. You better give him that spoon to lick when you’re done with it!

- Give this man all the cheek and forehead kisses. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, if you grab his face and kiss him on the cheek or forehead he’ll melt into your arms in an instant.

- After being away he’ll always come back with a new stuffed animal for you, the size will vary each time but he always remembers to bring you one and the excuse will always be “It made me think of you.” or “I thought it was so cute so I had to get it for you.”

- For special occasions his gifts will be very well thought out, like he’s been planning it for months. The gifts will be something that either reminds you of him, a meaningful moment in your relationship or simply something he knows you’ve had you eye on for ages. He’ll keep mental notes all year round of the stuff you point out that you like and will note it down as a potential gift.

- He’ll get so pouty over the smallest things. You don’t want to share a bite of your food *Pout*. You don’t agree with him over a movie to watch *Pout*. You’ll always give in to his pouty lips and big puppy eyes.

- His pet name for you would be Baby, and if he’s especially soft he’ll say it in the cutest way possible and would puff his cheeks just to emphasise his cuteness.

- Having a bad day will vary with San. If he’s had a really bad day he’d probably like to be left alone for a while to get his head straight so he doesn’t risk snapping at you, but other bad days he’ll come up to you with a sad look on his face and arms open wanting only to be held by you and you play with his hair and give him small kisses.

- He’s always looking for ways to get you to smile whether it be with big gestures or small ones, your smile is what brightens his day the most so he make it his daily mission.

- You’d be one of the very few people he’d let look after Shiber. When he goes away he’ll leave Shiber with you to keep you company and remind you of him.

- He’ll always look at you like you’re his whole world, because you are. 

- If you’re feeling self conscious over anything he will immediately give you an EXTENSIVE list of everything he loves about you and why, so free up your day because you’ll be there a while.

- He’ll blush at every compliment you give him, big or small, and every compliment you give him he’ll remember and would play them back in his head when he needs reassurance when you’re not around.

- He’ll always check in on you and make sure you’ve eaten and if you’re feeling okay. If you just so happen to tell him you’re feeling under the weather he’ll drop anything and everything he’s doing and come straight to you with food, medicine and loads of cuddles.

- When he’s tired he’ll be even more cuddly (like that even possible) he wouldn’t want to be even an inch away from you, he’ll follow you around the house and give you sweet back hugs when you stop as he buries his face in your neck.

- Expect to fall asleep with his limbs wrapped around you and good luck escaping him. You do so much as move out of his hold in your sleep, he’ll straight away pull you back in close to him.

- Overall, San is the biggest fluffball you will ever meet 

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[winterscrows]

A take on modern wesper

(let me know if I should continue)

When I think about modern wesper I think about two dedicated hardworking individuals. Who at the end of a working day come home from their jobs, maybe Jesper is a fashon designer working on his next big collection Wylan is most likely a chemist or one of those high school comfort teachers (if ykyk).

At the end of the day, however, they've left work and come home to their pets.

Jesper's curled up in an arm chair, coffee mug in hand as he flicks through his portfolio. Looking up to greet Wylan with a gentle smile and a tilt of his head as he other dips his head to kiss his cheek.

He jerks his thumb towards the coffee table where there's a cup of tea for his partner, a biscuit next to it. Mirroring his own set up moments prior.

They talk about their day, Wylan cooks because it's his turn and Jesper cleans. they eat together, watch their evening show and then head to bed. Then Jesper curls around Wylan, fingers tilting his chin and grinning as their lips meet. They shift closer, switch their lamps off and relax into each embrace, ready to do it all again.

The week goes on and then they are at the end. Their plans are usually the same, dinner at one of the crows house’s Kaz and Inej'z turn this week. Jes has seen Inej throughout the week, he's selected her as a muse for this latest collection and they all couldn't be prouder of how it's come out so far. Nina does all the numbers and she thinks that its's something fresh and different for the industry.

They discuss this, laugh and just simply enjoy each others company. They all leave with smiles on their faces, feeling content and ready to do it all again.

[storiesofsvu]

Amanda Rollins HC's

Who reaches out to new neighbours?

It’s probably going to be Amanda. Not that she’s overly social, but she knows that she’s in an apartment with a medium sized dog and two kids, so her direct neighbours she always wants to meet so she knows who to hand off a bottle of wine or junk food gift basket kinda thing whenever they have a night that’s a little bit too loud and obnoxious. She’s also a cop, and protective of her girls so she’s gonna notice who lives in the building and who the regular guests are, especially on her floor.

Who remembers to buy healthy food?

Okay, hear me out, it’s going to be both of you, but that DOES NOT mean that Amanda is going to use or eat it before it goes rotten and you’re the one left cleaning out the fridge.

Who remembers to buy junk food?

Amanda. She’s the one that always makes sure to have the chicken nuggets, tater tots, mini corn dogs for the girls, and honestly, sometimes they’re for her too. They’re easy to cook, they don’t take a lot of time and she doesn’t have to put in a lot of effort to get a semi balance meal ready so she can keep working and keep the apartment clean.

Who fixes the oven when it’s broken?

Neither of you. You call Carisi and when he can’t figure it out, you call the super who gets things properly fixed.

Who waters the plants/feeds the pets?

Amanda. She’s had Frannie for a long time already so it’s part of her routine. She wakes up in the morning, makes a quick pit stop in the bathroom, maybe takes Frannie out so she can pee and then its breakfast for Frannie and coffee for Amanda before she starts on breakfast and wakes up the girls.

Who wakes up earlier?

Frannie or Billie lol. Jesse’s old enough she can get up on her own, grab an Uncrustable and turn the tv on by herself. But Frannie’s usually the first up, nudging at the two of you or pawing at the door (cause you cannot tell me Amanda does not let that dog sleep in her bed). So, between the two of you, it’s Amanda cause she has more duties to take care of, BUT if she’s taking Frannie out you’re definitely going to get up and make sure the girls have supervision and Billie has a snack too.

Who makes the bed?

Probably neither of you, I don’t think it’s something Amanda really cares about, esp on busy mornings she’s got enough going on. But if anyone does it’s whoever was the second person out of bed.

Who makes the coffee?

I like to think that it auto brews. Otherwise Amanda will turn on a pot to brew before she takes Frannie out so it’s nice and piping hot by the time she gets back and everyone else is up

Who burns the breakfast?

Amanda. We already know she’s terrible in the kitchen and very bare minimal to what she can make. She’s great with eggo’s, but the moment she tries to make waffles from scratch?! They’re completely blackened and you have to open the window to make sure the smoke alarm doesn’t go off.

How do they let each other know they’re leaving the house?

You usually know when Amanda is going out, when she’s leaving so it’s usually just her calling out through the apartment that she’s leaving and will see you later.

How do they greet each other when one of them gets home?

The two of you always search each other out for a quick kiss and greeting when one of you gets home. Amanda finds it particularly heartwarming when she comes home to you and the girls curled up on the couch watching a movie, dinner eaten, dishes in the sink. The entire thing makes her heart swell.

Who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often?

Flowers? You. Chocolates? Amanda, and secretly they’re actually for her, but she knows you like them and it gives her an excuse to indulge.

Who picks the movie on movie night?

The girls. They always get to make the first choice and get their faves in before bedtime. Your recommended movies and shows are always littered with family friendly and Disney stuff because it’s what they love and what you can all watch together. Otherwise you and Amanda swap back and fourth.

Their favourite kind of move to watch?

We all know Amanda is a sucker for trashy reality television, so she’s about the dramatics, but homegirl loves and adores a good rom com!!

Who first suggests a pillow fort?

Amanda, the girls, or a combination of both and before you know it the entire living room is a chaotic but controlled mess of pillows, blankets, cushions and laughter as the four of you build the most epic fort ever seen in manhattan

Who tries to distract the other during the movie?

Amanda. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it but her hands are lingering, trailing across your body, lips meeting your bare skin at more frequent intervals before you’re riled up and letting out a huff, pouncing on her

Who falls asleep first

You know Amanda has trouble sleeping, so you always wait for her to fall asleep first unless you’re absolutely fucking exhausted and simply can’t. You like to hold her to you, let her nestle against your chest as her breathing regulates and she falls into a peaceful sleep

Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

Amanda’s usually the little spoon. She has some time accepting it, she takes a while to get used to giving someone else not the power…but you get what I’m trying to say, right? Lololol. My brain is broken rn. She loves feeling your arms and body wrapped around her, she feels impeccably safe, loved and adored and wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[blackbird-brewster]

50 JJ/Emily Fic Prompts (Fluff)

For @cargopantsprentiss but anyone can use these! They’re from my endless list of Jemily prompts that’s been an ongoing project for about eight years now :D

JJ, Emily, and Henry are all baking together when Emily burns her finger and starts swearing in one of the six fluent languages she speaks and Henry ends up repeating some of those words.

During a case involving politics - Emily has to adopt her "Ambassadors daughter" persona. JJ won’t let her live it down

The 5 times Emily and JJ accidentally see each other naked.

The 5 times Emily and JJ "accidentally" kiss.

5 Times Emily says "JJ, I swear to god" (obv based on the poker machine scene, but do what you want).

5 Times Emily was compared to her mum.

5 Times JJ proves she isn't as innocent as everyone thinks

5 Times Emily proves she is too good at compartmentalising.

Emily and JJ platonically share a bed. Definitely not platonic sleep groping happens.

(AU) JJ is a stressed uni student, Em is an insomniac. They meet at a convenience store at 2am.

Emily gets super wasted on her Birthday and confesses her love for JJ and JJ is like, well no shit we're married you fool.

(AU) JJ and Pen are travelling together - Emily is the tour guide.

Pre jemily- Sergio goes missing. JJ finds him.

(AU) JJ and Em live in the same building - they meet when the fire alarm goes off at 3am.

Emily keeps asking JJ out - JJ keeps saying no - until she says yes. 

Em goes with JJ to her parents to support her in coming out 

Everyone keeps teasing them about their age gap and Em gets self conscious.

 Emily goes with JJ to her high school reunion

At the start Henry doesn't like Emily but she finds a way to win him over

Em wears a ridiculously expensive and nice silk shirt or something and JJ HAS to touch it (they just met)

Emily and JJ try to "out gay" each other

Emily interrogates JJ after her chocolate goes missing

(AU) Emily is a yoga instructor - It's JJ's first class

The team show up at Emily's house and accidentally start profiling and noticing that Emily must be living with someone (oops it’s JJ)

It's halloween and Emily goes as a vampire- because she has already been staked.

(AU) JJ is one of Morgans jock friends and gets introduced to Emily (Emily still being a complete nerd)

Sometimes Emily compartmentalises too well and forgets she is human, JJ reminds her

The team visit Emily in London

Emily and Morgan have a competition on who can be the best spouse, much to the amusement of JJ and Pen 

For some reason Emilys proposal gets interrupted, so she spends all day/ week whatever waiting for JJs answer

Emily helps JJ study for the profilers exam

(AU) JJ is on a holiday and asks a stranger for directions. Stranger is Emily.

JJ thinks she is being subtle with her attraction to Emily, but what she doesn't realise is how often she looks at Ems boobs. Emily has notified and has started teasing JJ

(AU) JJ and Henry take their pet to a vet. Emily is the vet.

JJ gets annoyed af Emily taking 10 mins to make a cup of coffee (cause in my mind Emily has a fancy hard to use machine, and JJ is used to instant)

Emily spends days researching to impress JJs Mom before going to Christmas dinner 

JJ assumes something minor of Emily, but Emily works incredibly hard to prove her wrong

JJ is visiting her parents. Emily is still DC and hasn't been sleeping due to night mares. JJs spidey senses tingle so she come home

Emily accidentally gets high from a pot brownie at one of Garcia’s bake club parties. JJ has to baby sit.

Emily spends days planning a sweet romantic date. Only JJ doesn't know its a date

Emily spends all night secretly building Henry a swing set (or cubby house)

Emily buys a new pantsuit which is well tailord and tight and JJ cant focus

JJ attempts to make Emilys sparse Batchelor pad into a home

Emily gets thrown in the water while wearing a white shirt. JJ is staring

Emily and JJ bump into each other speed dating

JJ tries learning a language to impress Emily

Emily and JJs first date. Emily books a table at the best restaurant. They get out the front and JJ says that that resturant isnt them. So Emily takes them to a small local pizza place instead

extreme Bachelorette extraordinaire Emily Prentiss attempts to become domestic for JJ

(AU) JJ is apart of a casual women soccer league, Emily jogs past every week.

JJ is stressed when her babysitter flakes (No Will) and Emily volunteers to step in to look after Henry

[travoltacustom]

111 Self-Ship Questions

Who’s a little obsessed with self-shipping? It’s me! I’m obsessed with self-shipping! So I’ve made a lot of questions for self-shippers. Feel free to use this as you’d like! This is also open to polyships, so please have fun with this.

Questions under the cut!

1-10 - BASICS

Who do you self-ship with? What’s your ship name together?

How long have you self-shipped with them?

When did you get together in your shipping canon?

How did you meet?

When did you first know you loved each other?

Who made the first move?

What was your first date like?

When did you first say “I love you” to each other?

What are the most important relationship events for you? Drop a timeline!

How extensive is your shipping canon?

11-20 - ATTRACTION

First impressions of each other?

How close were you as friends before you got together? 

Who fell for the other first?

What initially attracted you to them versus what they were attracted to? 

How do you match up with your first crushes?

Your top 3 favourite things about them versus theirs about you.

The physical traits you love of theirs.

The personality traits you love of theirs.

How publicly affectionate are you? Is it cringe, embarrassing or do you love PDA?

Is sex important to this relationship? Why or why not?

21-30 - ROMANCE

Do you have pet names for each other?

What are your go-to date night ideas?

Do you get jealous or protective over your partner(s)?

What’s a gift that you’ve given each other that means a lot to you?

What are your love languages?

What’s ‘your song’ with them? Does it remind you of each other, or have special memories attached to it?

What places are special to you guys? Is it because of a memory or is it somewhere you want to go?

What things in daily life remind you of each other?

Do you own anything that’s symbolic of your relationship i.e. charms, souvenirs etc.?

What do you guys believe is the most important part of any/your relationship?

31-40 - INTERESTS

Do you share any of the same hobbies/interests/passions?

What’s something you want to try together?

What’s something you can do but they can’t? What’s something they can do that you can’t?

What do you do together on a bright and sunny day?

What’s something you do together if you can’t go outside?

How do you usually relax and wind down together?

If you’re away from each other, what do you prepare for each other? Welcome back gifts, setting time aside etc.

What is a guilty pleasure/something that you’d be embarrassed to tell them about, but want to share?

What do you find weird about each other? Is it endearing or an actual ick?

Are you guys superstitious? How do you see belief in luck, ghosts or aliens etc.?

41-50 - PREFERENCES

What are your names saved as in each other’s phones?

How do you guys take your coffee/tea? Do you know how the other likes it?

Where do you get takeout? Who usually pays?

What’s your favourite (type of) show to watch together? Do you watch on routine or set time aside to binge?

What roles do you take on when you play games together? It can be co-op, or talk about how you play games in general.

How do you dress? Do you look like you match as a couple, or are your styles different?

What could you not live without? Does your partner know what it is?

Where do you like to be touched? Innocent or suggestively.

Mix your favourite colours. What is the resultant colour?

Who needs space, and who needs more attention? Do you cling together or are you loosely together?

51-60 - DAILY LIFE

What does the daily schedule of this home look like?

Who is more of a homebody, and who’s the breadwinner?

What do your sleeping arrangements look like? Do you sleep together, or in separate beds? 

Who’s the early riser, and who has trouble getting out of bed? Who falls asleep first?

Who handles what chores around the house?

Who deals with the spiders/bugs?

Who’s the better driver? Do you argue on the road?

When you go shopping, who takes the longest? Who’s the worst to shop with?

How comfortable are you with sharing? Clothes, personal items, spaces like the bathroom etc.

When you take pictures together, how do you pose? Do you like taking pics together?

61-70 - SITUATIONS

If you got into a physical fight, who would win? Would you let them win?

When you upset each other, how do you make up for things?

Do you take care of each other when you're sick? Who's an absolute mess when they're sick?

How are you when travelling together? It can be in general or to a specific place.

You run into your ex/their ex while you're out - how do you react?

If either of you got into any serious trouble, would you bail each other out? In what conditions?

Could you start a musical act together? How good are your musical skills?

What Alternate Universes have you thought of for yourselves? Fantasy, royalty etc. 

How would you react if you swapped bodies?

If the world fell into an apocalypse situation, would you stick with each other?

71-80 - DIFFICULTY

What’s the longest time you’ve been apart?

What do you argue over most? How do you resolve things? 

What do you find is the most annoying thing about each other?

What can you never seem to understand about each other? 

What's the worst thing you've done for your partner? 

Do you have any insecurities about your relationship? 

What would you guys consider cheating?

What was a moment that really put your relationship to the test?

If you could change one thing about your partner, what would it be?

In relation to your exes, how do you stand against each other? Would you say you're better than their exes and vice versa? 

81-90 - DIFFERENCES

Who's older? What's the age difference? 

Who's taller? What's the height difference?

What are your star signs? How compatible does it say you'd be? 

What is your MBTI? How compatible does it say you'd be?

Who's more introverted/extroverted?

Who gets the most stressed and why? 

What are your biggest differences from each other?

Who’s more romantically experienced?

Are you guys more overprotective and jealous? Or are you chill with others around your partner(s)

If you were in high school together, what cliques would you have been in? Would you have gotten along then? 

91-100 - RELATIONS

How do you describe each other to your friends and family for the first time? 

What do your families think about your relationship? 

What do your friends think about your relationship? 

Who is most supportive of your relationship?

Is there anyone on your partner’s side that you don’t like/get along with, and is there anyone on your side that your partner doesn’t like/get along with?

How do you act differently when in the company of people from when you're alone with your partner(s)?

How did you tell people you were going out together? 

Do you have mutual friends or are your friendship groups separate?

What’s a common misconception about your relationship?

Has your romantic relationship affected any other relationships?

101-110 - FUTURE

Are you engaged/would you get engaged? Describe/Show a picture of your ring. 

Are you married/would you get married? Describe/Show the aesthetic of your wedding.

What does your ideal home look like together? 

Do you have/want kids? If not, would you have/want pets? 

If you have/want kids or pets, how would you name them? 

If you could give advice to yourselves when you started, what would you say to each other? 

What do you look forward to the most in the future of this relationship?

How long do you think you'll be together? How long do you want to be together? 

Do you think you'll continue to self-ship with them for a while?

In real life, are they someone you wish would be your partner?

111 - What does this self-ship mean to you?

[whumpurr]

Adrien and Sawdust part 17

cw: stalking, unhealthy relationships, coercion, male whumpee, male caretaker, pet whump, whump recovery?

Masterlist

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Adrien’s body was tense. Coiled, his heart pounding in his chest, in his ears. He couldn’t let Sawdust know though, the poor kid had enough to deal with already. There was no way Adrien would be sleeping tonight, he knew that he wouldn’t even need coffee to stay awake. He had no choice in the matter.

He didn’t want to stay up all night, but with the fear taking over every inch of his body, he had no say in the matter. Selfish as it was, while he didn’t want Sawdust to know anything was wrong, he was more concerned with Sarah knowing that she affected him this much. Coming off as cool over text was one thing, but meeting face to face left him with no shield, no protection. He only imagined the way that she would feel, the look on her face she would have if he showed up with dark circles under his eyes.

His memory of her was sharp in some places, but fogged in others. He didn’t really know how she’d react. Would she be smug? Proud of herself? Would she put on that fake sympathy, like she was looking at an injured animal she intended to back up and run over again?

There was at least a small sliver of hope in Adrien’s thoughts that the three years apart had made Sarah become an entirely different person. He’d seen more drastic changes happen, he thought to himself. Though no possible notion could soothe the turmoil inside him.

He must have been careless somewhere. Stupid at one point or another, that would have given Sarah a way to find him. He paid with cash whenever possible, kept his name and face off of social media, changed his number at least every other month, and covered his face when he left the house. Where had he possibly left a trace?

She knew about Sawdust as well. Adrien had only left the house with Sawdust once or twice, so it must have been then? But he didn’t really give his name or phone number, so how would she have found him?

Adrien thought hard. The only possible option was that she must have found a way to pull his information from when he’d signed with the ‘adoption agency’ in the woods when he’d picked up Sawdust. He felt disgusted at the twinge of regret, the idea that he would have not been found if he hadn’t gotten Sawdust in the first place. He had to correct his thoughts, no he doesn’t regret getting Sawdust, Sawdust is much happier and safer here. 

He meandered over to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea, then took a seat on the couch. He could at least kill time watching some home renovation show, even though as the seconds ticked by, he began to hear the pattering of rain on his window as a storm approached. 

Adrien always hated storms. He had no fear of them, but it made it far more difficult to hear his surroundings. He felt exposed and vulnerable without that important sense. Though, as he reclined in his sofa, he felt exposed and vulnerable either way. He compromised to just turn the television a bit louder, and turn on subtitles so he hopefully wouldn’t wake Sawdust.

The home renovator on the screen puttered about, giving instructions to the construction crew and explaining to the camera what was going to happen. It was nothing that Adrien didn’t expect, given his line of work, but it was enough to keep him occupied. 

Just a few years ago, when Adrien had newly ended the relationship between him and Sarah, he had to use sleeping tablets to get any sleep. He remembered that he still had a few in his medicine cabinet, and as the clock on his wall told him that it was past midnight, he considered taking some. Of course, he quickly decided against it upon recalling that he had to take care of Sawdust, and wouldn’t want him to be hungry just because Adrien slept in.

Time moved in a trickle, second by second. Each moment, an eternity. Adrien couldn’t even focus his attention enough to watch his show, instead laying back on the sofa and wishing he could be in some alternate dimension where Sarah was not a problem for him.

Everything grew blurry and it all felt fuzzy. Adrien remembered that feeling from before, he was quite familiar with it. He wrapped his arms around a throw cushion and let that numbness take the wheel for him. At least he wouldn’t have to think, and time would pass him by. Then he could go to the cafe and get the meeting over with. The people sped by on the television, the moon crested over Adrien’s hidden away home, casting its white light over the dark roof shingles.

By the time Adrien’s focus dialed back in, he was hearing birds outside. He rubbed his tired eyes, then moved over to his window. The dreaded opening to the outside world. He’d never gotten around to replacing the panes with bulletproof glass, but he didn’t anticipate ever needing to. He really had meant to do it earlier, but the replacement would be bothersome to install, not to mention expensive to purchase. 

It was no use to lament on the past, anyways. Not when the future was looming over him like a beast untethered. He had to get himself to a presentable state in the hopes of Sawdust believing everything to be fine. He put some coffee on to brew and dropped his cold mug of tea from last night in the sink before meandering off to the master bathroom, intent on taking a shower to at least smell clean.

Steam from the hot shower quickly filled the room. Adrien pulled each piece of clothing from his body, discarding it on the floor. He couldn’t take his eyes off his fuzzy reflection in the fogged up mirror. He was so sure that something would appear behind him if he blinked. It felt wrong to not have fabric clinging to his body. It was a familiar unease for him, one he’d hoped he would never feel again. 

The warm water was at least a little bit relaxing. He ran his fingers through his long, dark hair, letting it grow wet. He let his hair grow out since his relationship ended, mostly cutting it himself whenever he had to. He felt like he had to grow it out, he couldn’t look like the same person he had been when he was with Sarah. And here she was to ruin yet another him. Another, different Adrien would crumble at her hands.

Why fight it? He couldn’t fight it, not really. Even getting the police involved did little to aid his situation before; he would actually say that it made it worse. She’d taken out any anger she had towards his disobedience on him. The best outcome would probably come from Adrien going peacefully to the cafe and relenting to whatever she wished.

When he came out of the shower he did look at least a little more presentable. Rays of the sunrise’s morning light shone through his living room window and, when he noticed the time, Adrien started his morning routine. 

First came food for Sawdust. He’d been successful getting him to eat more human food, so this morning he was going to try him with eggs and toast. Granted, it was unseasoned eggs and unbuttered toast, but it was still getting closer to things that Adrien himself ate.

He put it in the dog bowl for Sawdust, not wanting to dump too many new things on him at once. Adrien had a bowl of cereal for his breakfast, eating it and drinking a few sips of his coffee before he spotted Sawdust peeking through his door at the top of the stairs.

The pet gripped the handrail and made his way down the steps, eventually coming to take a seat on the floor beside the couch where Adrien sat. Adrien brought Sawdust’s bowl over and put it down in front of him, sitting on the couch while Sawdust immediately began to eat.

“I know I haven’t left you alone in the house before, but something came up and I have to go out for an hour or so later today.” Adrien put it as matter-of-factly as he could, leaving out any details he could manage. “Do you think you’ll be alright?”

Sawdust’s eating paused. Silence stretched out for a few moments.

“Your pet will be okay alone,” Sawdust said. 

“Okay, are you sure?”

Sawdust gave an affirmative grunt. Adrien wasn’t too assured, but he had no way around it. He usually let Sawdust have free rein of the place while he was working in his home office, so he didn’t expect that Sawdust would get himself in trouble, but he was still concerned. 

“Yes, Master Adrien.” 

“Alright… Do you know how to read?” Adrien felt a little stupid asking, but Sawdust piped up without much worry, 

“A little…”

“Do you know numbers?”

Sawdust nodded and grunted in affirmation. Getting up, Adrien called his pet over to the kitchen and pointed at a telephone on the counter. He wrote a number on a napkin,

“Here’s my phone number. Push these buttons in the order here and you’ll be able to talk to me if you need anything, okay?”

Sawdust watched on with curious eyes, then nodded.

With at least some hope that Sawdust would be able to operate a phone, Adrien spent the remainder of his time in the house checking every single lock he could. He checked each door, each window, made sure his security cameras were functioning as they should. It took all the time he had left to be as thorough as he wanted to be with every aspect of his security.

Adrien hardly had a moment to get himself ready and give Sawdust a pat on the head before heading out the door. 

“You can eat anything in the fridge or pantry, I’ll be back later.” Adrien said as he slung his leather messenger bag over his shoulder and ran out, locking the door behind him. The lock slid into place with a satisfying thunk, and Adrien wasted no time getting into his car, knowing that if he hesitated, he would try to stay home.

The hum of his truck’s engine felt more like the roar of a monster. The wobbling crunch of the unpaved dirt road did nothing to aid Adrien’s nausea. Even in the wide expanse of the forest surrounding his home, he was completely cornered.

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[viceversasramy]

-Benefits Chapter 1 - Pictures! LESS GOOO

It was the year 2710 there was a woman who just graduated from Viro University she is having a problem for paying her sister’s college tuition and having trouble with finding her new job. She is sighs and flop in her bed her pet robot automatically turns on

Rorico: Hello Creator? Any luck on finding a new job 

Girl(mc): you think? And why you were you on you haven’t even been fully charged yet?

Rorico: Why, you ask? You received a mail!

 Girl(mc): Oh, where is it from?

Rorico: From Onix Villin he sends a voice message 

Onix voice message: I heard you are looking for a job? We are short of a technician, and you are the only person I know who can how does $234,000 a month sounds? If you want to join, we can meet at the café nearby your house at 8:30 your free to deny or accept

Girl(mc): what?! That salary is more than my other previous jobs since college ... 

Rorico: are you going to join- 

Girl(mc): Let us get ready tomorrow-   

Tomorow at 8:30 

Girl(mc): you got to get ready I need my comfort friend with me when I am in an interview you know?

Rorico: I am ready I am going to just wait  

They have arrived at the café spotted Onix sitting down and taking a sip of a coffee and take a glance at them both as they spotted each other (how funny tbh)

Onix: oh, you have arrived thought you are going to deny

Girl(mc): Then why are you here?

Onix: It is my favorite café to go every morning well... If I got time

Rorico: Well now she came so when is the interview?

Onix: Oh, we do not do interviews in this business we do tests to see if we can rely on it but being a technician oh and do you do repairs?

Girl(mc): I do? Why would you ask

Onix: oh, and then your fit to that task

 As they walk Rorico and she saw a familiar figure it is her sister why is she tied up?

Girl(mc): Why is it my sister? Here and tied up...

Rorico: Hey what are you doing? That is my creator’s sibling Onix what did you dooooo....

Onix turn the off button of the Rorico 

Onix: We cannot afford distractions, Now let me explain to you see those controllers there are broken. You have up to 5 minutes to fix that because it is connected to the missiles for it to attack the intruder. Now let us play a roleplay, shall we? I am the intruder, and your sister is the object that you must protect. If you finish it up well, you get to have your sister and get hired if not your sister will be.... let us just say you will never see her again, ever.

Girl(mc): Onix! What on earth!? When is this legal?  

Onix: The time will start now    

The time has begun her sister begin to cry for mercy, Onix is getting his weapon ready, the girl was in pressure, but she knows she must focus 3 minutes have past the she was still fixing the controllers carefully and fast. Few minutes have past 10 seconds left? (Dang, I am now getting lazy you're close to the end of the first chapter) 9...8... 7 ... 6 ... 5. ... 4... 3...

Girl(mc): THAT’S IT THIS IS THE LAST STRAW ONIX

She had enough and ran towards Onix and charged a fist and punched Onix right towards the face and then she heard clapping out of nowhere

Person 1: She seemed more of a fighter than a technician should we make her one

Person 2: Do not get your hopes high she is doing this test to be a technician

Person 3: Silence, she did not even finish her task for this test

Person 4: And? She saved her sister without thinking about her dear life! 

Person 2: Onix are you okay?

Onix: Oh, I am alright I am just having a nosebleed no worries

Girl(mc): Should have hit harder

As she went to her sister and asked her if she was alright but now, she knows she is a hologram (this is cruel to write about) She is scared and relieved at the same time now that she is safe all of this for a job.   

Girl(mc): Who even are you people?  

She said while she turns on Rorico

Sicilienne: Oh, I am terribly sorry for giving you this test it must have been traumatizing... My name is Sicilienne the leader, The secretary Axten, Head of Security Sarai, and my partner Harmonite

Sicilienne: And what is your name newcomer?

Girl(mc): My name is... Lyra

-End of Chapter 1- the chapter 2 is gonna come out in uhh we'll see ;)