#Ho Sai Chan

[scovilletwothousand]

hey can people please start making fanfic for twinkling watermelon because that show is my whole life right now but i’ve already watched all the tiktok edits and i crave content

[dirt-str1der]

I miss y5 so much kiryu is trying his best to just be some guy and everybody in the world keeps trying to seek him out and tell him no ur not

[dare-g]

Hollywood Hong Kong (2001)

[yxngbxkkie]

baby fever (b.c)

this man needs to chill because i can only take so much 😭 ngl, this is probably the most i've written in a while, and i'm really glad to provide some cute fics for you guys 🩷 i hope you like it!

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

“Do you have everything?” Chan asks you while unloading the rental car.

You take a peek into the back seat of the car, making sure both of you had everything. “I don't see anything,” you reassure him.

Chan walks towards your mother's house, presents stacked in his hands. You gently rub his back as you walk up the steps. You knock a couple of times before opening the door, announcing your presence.

“My baby's home!” Your mother's voice reaches your ears, causing you to grin ear to ear.

You give her a quick hug before making sure Chan gets into the house okay. You shut the front door behind him and rest a hand on his forearm.

“Do you need help with anything?” You ask him, moving to grab a couple of the gifts.

“I got it, baby,” he reassures you with a head shake. He leans down to press a quick kiss on your lips before walking over towards the Christmas tree.

You giggle to yourself, gently biting your lip after he walks away. Your mother nudges your arm, snapping you from your thoughts. You lift your head to look at her, seeing a smirk on her lips.

“When's the wedding?” She jokes with you.

A groan leaves your lips as you start to feel embarrassed. “Not for a little while,” you tell her with a shy laugh. Your gaze finds Chan, silently watching him distribute the presents. “I don't even know if he wants to marry me.”

She lets out a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. “Honey, that boy is infatuated with you. He'd be crazy not to marry you.”

“We'll see where life takes us,” you mention, the smile on your lips growing when you meet your boyfriend's eyes.

“I want to be the first one to know if he does propose,” your mother whispers into your ear as she walks by, joining everyone in the kitchen.

You playfully roll your eyes, keeping yourself from blushing. Chan gives the older woman a quick hug as she walks by before making his way back to you.

“What were you two chuckling about?” He asks, tapping his fingertip on the tip of your nose.

“Just girl stuff,” you vaguely lie, leaning on your toes to kiss his lips. Chan hums into the kiss, his hands grabbing a hold of yours.

He mumbles a quick, "I love you," against your lips, planting one more kiss before fully pulling away. “Why don't we go say hi to everyone,” Chan mentions, squeezing your hands in his.

You nod your head and lead him into your kitchen. You greet the rest of your family, giving them hugs and kisses. You make grabbing hands at the toddler in your big sister's arms.

“Hi, baby boy,” you squeal, holding the one and half year old baby. He smiles at you, bringing his tiny hand to your cheek. “You're getting so big!”

You rest the baby on your hip, lightly bouncing him in your arms. Ji-ho squeals and kicks his little legs into your side. You release a little cry and point at the little man.

“Watch your feet, mister! You're gonna hurt Auntie,” you chuckle, adjusting his legs so they're sitting comfortably.

“He loves to kick,” your sister mentions, walking over to her son. “I forgot to tell you.”

You playfully scoff as she pinches the boy's cheeks. “That would've been some crucial information, Joon,” you tell her with a smile.

Chan moves to stand behind you, and you can hear him coo at Ji-ho. You glance over your shoulder, watching him smile at your nephew. His dimples are present, and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Do you want to hold him?” You ask him, turning to face him.

Your boyfriend's gaze moves from you to your older sister. “Would that be okay?” He asks her politely.

“Of course!”

Chan takes the baby from you, lifting him higher for a quick second before resting him on his hip. “Hi, buddy,” he whispers in his baby voice, tickling his stomach.

Ji-ho squeals again, more giggles coming from the baby's lips. He rests his head on Chan's shoulder, his tiny hands gripping his shirt. Your heart feels like it's swelling even larger as you witness your boyfriend interacting with him.

You pull your phone out and snap a couple of photos. He'd make such a great dad… You think to yourself as Chan starts walking around the kitchen with Ji-ho.

Your mother pats your back gently, snapping you from your thoughts. She gives you a knowing smile before nodding her head towards Chan.

“Baby,” you call out to him, capturing his attention. You motion your head towards the hallway. Your sister takes Ji-ho from him as you excuse the two of you.

Chan slips his arms around your waist as you walk down the hallway. You rest your hands on top of his, and you feel like your heart's going to fly out of your chest.

“Everything okay?” He whispers into your ear while stepping into your childhood bedroom.

You nod your head and gently shut the door. His eyes dance between you and the bedroom door. You take a couple of steps towards the taller man, resting your hands on his cheeks.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You ask in a whisper, gently stroking his cheek.

“Of course,” he whispers back to you, placing his hands on your hips. “What's this ab-”

You cut him off by leaning on your toes, kissing his lips. A moan leaves his lips while his grip on you tightens. One of your arms wraps around his neck as you deepen the kiss.

Chan pulls away from you abruptly, and you attempt to chase his lips, not having enough. “Baby, baby,” he mumbles, moving his hands to your arms. “What's gotten into you?”

You feel embarrassed at how needy you are, but seeing him with a baby has made you a little feral. He gently rubs your arms as you find yourself looking at the carpet.

“I might have baby fever,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

He giggles and bends down a little to look in your eyes. “Oh yeah?” He smiles at you, bringing one of his hands to your cheek.

You can feel your cheeks begin to blush, and you push him playfully. “You know what? I hate you,” you laugh, moving past him to lay on your bed.

Chan laughs with you and lays down beside you. “I love you too, baby,” he grins ear to ear before kissing your forehead. He peppers more kisses all over your face. “So, you want a baby?”

A groan leaves your lips after hearing his question. “Not right now, obviously,” you tell him, finding his hand before lacing your fingers together. “But, in the future, I'd like to have a family with you.”

His lips find yours and he kisses you passionately. Your free hand grips the sweater he's wearing, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

Chan pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. “I would love to have a family with you, baby.”

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

Lee Know | Cuts and Bruises

Just a little drabble I found in my drafts (and technically my first actual post :0) Friends to Lovers Warnings: Slight suggestiveness at the end

“Minho!” You rushed to your friend’s side. “What-what…happened?!” You couldn’t help the tears that started to form in your eyes, and immediately Minho grasped your shoulders.

“Y/N…why are you crying? It's just a few cuts and bruises.”

You pound your fist against his chest in a weak attempt to scold him. “How could I not? It's cuts and bruises! On you!”

You turn your back to him to hide the large stream of tears falling down your face.

“Y/N, please don’t cry. You don’t have to worry about me. I was just boxing. It just…got a little rough this time. I was sparring with an amateur and he was a little reckless.”

You didn’t answer him, your lip still trembling too much to move in anyway that would form coherent words.

“Y/N…” Minho said softly as he came up behind you, his arms wrapping around you, and his chin landing softly into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

His breath was soft and calming, enough so that you were able to still your bottom lip.

“Are you really that worried for me?” He asked quietly.

“Yes.” You nod. “I don't like seeing you hurt. Don’t you remember how I felt when you fell during your performance a few weeks ago?”

You could feel Minho’s cheek warm up as it was pressed against your neck. “You really do have such a nonchalant way of bringing up my past embarrassments, don’t you.” He said lightly, trying to get the smallest of smiles out of you. He chuckles and sighed, burying his nose into your neck. “You smell good.” He mumbled. “It makes it even harder for me to resist.”

That sent a spark up your spine, and the feel of his warm breath on any inch of your skin was enough to light your body on fire.

“Resist what?”

“You.” He said simply. You felt his soft, yet slightly sweat dampened hair tickle your face. Your heart raced in anticipation.

Did he really just say what you thought he said?

“Minho…?”

He ignored your questioning tone and held out his hand in front of the both of you. “The worst cut is here. I came over because I figured you could help me clean it and patch it up. I highly doubt Chan would be happy with me arriving home in this state.”

You quickly rushed to get your first aid kit and came back to Minho sitting back on your couch. He had taken off the sweatshirt he was wearing, and a black form fitting tank top showcased all the lines of muscle you had imagined would be on your friend’s body.

You worked in silence, but you could feel Minho’s brown eyes on you as you worked.

“I always loved how your tongue sticks out slightly when you're focused.” He comments. “It makes you even cuter than you naturally are.”

You look up and Minho has a sly smirk on his face, and soon enough you are looking at that smirk up close.

“Min…ho?”

He continues to come closer until you're pinned up against the edge of the coffee table. 

“Jisung told me something funny today…”

You felt a fire burn in your stomach. It must have been caused by how fast the butterflies were swarming in there.

“He said that a certain someone…loved me…” All the playfulness left his voice, and a strange sense of longing was becoming of his smile. “Is it true?”

You looked at him but was distracted by a small bruise by his mouth. It hurt to think he’d gotten hit so close to his lips.

Instinctively you reached out to trace the small purple mark tenderly, with such a feather light softness he had no doubts about what Jisung had told him.

Immediately he reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“He was telling the truth.” His voice held no questions. Only answers.

His mouth tore at the seams into a beaming smile, and he rested his forehead against yours. “Say it.”

You look up. “Say what?” Your voice wavered slightly.

His eyes were closed and a peaceful smile was painted on his face. “Tell me you love me. I want to hear you say it.”

“I love you, Lee Minho.”

Although he thought he was prepared to hear you vocalize your feelings, the reality was that he wasn’t in any capacity.

The feeling that surged in his chest was something completely different than what he expected he would ever feel in this life.

The amount of joy and fear and excitement and love that hit him like a ton of bricks was too intense for him to put in words. 

So all he could manage to mutter was, “I love you, Y/N L/N. I’ve just been waiting for you to reciprocate my affections.”’

The smile mixed with surprise, shock, and a twinge of disbelief was humorous and adorable to Minho, and he couldn’t help but place a small kiss below your left eye.

You pouted. “Why not the lips?” You mumbled.

Lee Minho chuckled. “Trust me, Y/N…once this bruise heals, I’ll gladly allow you to replace it for me.”

[slut4msby]

flower shop girl. miya osamu x fem!reader

+ tags & warnings; not proofread

+ a/n; i wrote this at 2am last night as the idea came to me as i tried to sleep so keep that in mind </3

“Just go give him some flowers Y/N it doesn’t have to be in a romantic way, just a nice neighbourly worker gesture!” Your coworker, Emi suggested.

“I’m pretty sure Osamu-san would take it the wrong way, Emi…” 

“But Osamu-san brings us onigiri all the time! So it’s not weird unless you make it weird, Y/N.”

You couldn’t deny your feelings towards Osamu have grown since you started working at the florist. It started with you going to get some lunch and wanting to try “Onigiri Miya” which was located across the road from your work. All your coworkers could only ever speak positively about Osamu’s onigiri. And after trying it you could not blame him. The onigiri was a masterpiece, it was a perfect triangular delight that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. The outer layer was crafted from expertly seasoned sticky rice. The rice was perfect, not too dry nor too mushy. When the nori seaweed wrapping peeled back a symphony of flavours unfold. It felt as if Osamu had crafted a masterpiece with something as simple as Onigiri. 

However, it wasn’t just the onigiri that stirred something within you; it was Osamu Miya himself. Osamu was fine. More than fine to be honest, he himself was like a Greek god. His physique from his volleyball days had slightly decreased since quitting and pursuing the store, but he was still in beautiful shape. The black Onigiri Miya shirt hugged his body just right. His hair was always slightly messy when he came over to the florists from the Onigiri Miya hat. Not only was he hot, he was funny. Everytime you would see him he would crack some jokes that never failed to put a smile on your face. Not only that despite his more dead-pan face, Osamu was great with his customers. He knew them like the back of his hands, he cared, was passionate and he was funny. God, the true triple threat.

“Plus if Osamu finds it cute, maybe your little crush will go further~.” Emi teased.

You gave her a nasty side-eye in return to her snarky comment. “Okay fine, I’ll bring some flowers to Osamu-san after my shift, if that will make you shut it.” Emi’s face lit up at the comment, “BUT. There is a catch. I get to tell Osamu-san it is a gift from the store for all the onigiri he gives us. Deal?”

“Fine, deal.”

“So… Emi… What flowers do I give Osamu-san?” You say awkwardly.

“Well I would recommend tulips - pink tulips in particular if you don’t want it to be romantic. They convey good wishes, yet non-romantic love and affection. Or maybe some daffodils! To celebrate new beginnings and goo-” Emi rambled.

“Y’know what Emi? I think I’ll just make a bouquet myself…” you mumble as you walk off.

You loved Emi but god she could get on your nerves. 

You begin taking your time putting together a bouquet for Osamu. Nothing romantic, but also beautiful enough to put the wrong idea in Osamu’s head. It wasn’t supposed to be romantic, just a nice gesture. Despite your admiration for Osamu, you barely knew the guy. He could have a girlfriend or even worse a wife. And you were no home-wrecker. You had finally decided on a bouquet with pinks and whites, with pink carnations, white roses and baby's breath flowers. It was simple, effective and didn't give Osamu the wrong idea, perfect.

“Emi-chan I’m clocking out now~” You call out to your coworker.

“Don’t forget your bouquet, Y/N-san! I’m sure Osamu is going to fall head over heels for you and you two will have like the cutest romance story ever! And I Can say I planned it ALL and I better be a bridesmaid and-” 

“Yup, okay Emi.” You say giving her a weak smile and a wave as you walk out.

You crossed the road and walked into Onigiri Miya, the bell jingling as the door opened. Osamu raised his head to greet the customer who entered.

“Welcome! Ho- Oh, it’s one of the flower shop girls. What can I do for ya?” He smiled.

“Oh Osamu-san! I have a gift for you from m- us over at the flower shop because your always so nice to us and bring us onigiri and stuff and we just wanted to say thank you and-” 

He cuts you off from your awkward mess of a speech, “Thanks flower shop girl.” He said walking over to you, grabbing the flowers from your hand. “And don’t ya worry yer pretty little head about it, sweetheart.” He examined the bouquet in front of him, looking at the array of flowers. “It’s beautiful…?”

“L/N Y/N.”

“It’s beautiful, L/N-san. What flowers did ya use?” Osamu asks out of curiosity. 

“Oh well I used white roses which you can obviously see, and some baby’s breath. The pink touch is some pink carnations, my personal favourite flower! They also express gratitude and stuff… so it’s cool I guess…”

“Well I am super grateful for the gift, L/N.” Osamu smiled.

“Oh uhm… You’re welcome! I have to get going now, Osamu-san!” You say waving as you speed walk to the door. Osamu just waves in confusion in response to your awkward actions.

“God Y/N, why are you so awkward?” You silently cuss yourself out as you walk away.

Days have passed since your very awkward flower delivery to Osamu. The interaction still haunts your mind like a bad dream, that’s what you wished it was. As you care for the flowers towards the back of the door, a familiar figure walks in. Osamu Miya. Just your luck, you gave him an awkward smile before continuing your work. Osamub slowly walks over to your coworker, Maki.

“How can I help you Miya-san?” Maki asks.

“Just wondering if you have any bouquets of pink carnations?” Osamu says, looking around the store, attempting to find some.

“Oh we just got some in before, they are a popular choice at the moment. Y/N sells them quite well, they are her favourite after all.” Maki smiles.

“Well Y/N has some good taste then, they are also a personal favourite of mine.” 

“Really! I would not expect that from you Miya! You give off like jasmine vibes.” Maki laughs.

“I only recently found out what carnations are, a very pretty girl said they were her favourite and they just remind me of ‘er.”

A red blush swipes over your face at Osamu’s comment. Were you , the pretty girl? Surely not. Carnations are a common favourite flower and Osamu must know lots of pretty girls, I mean just take a look at him.

Osamu continues his chat with Maki, checking out for his bouquet of flowers. “Thanks so much Miya-san!”

However, Osamu doesn’t leave the store, his steps bring him towards you. He holds the bouquet out towards you, “here flower shop girl. Heard ya like ‘em.”

“Oh really?” You sarcastically respond.

“Yeah, a friend told me.” He jokes back, “a friend also told me I should ask you out on a date, pretty girl. So whatdya say?”

“I’d love to, Osamu.” You smile shyly.

“Tomorrow night at 7pm. Are you free?”

“For you? I guess I could make some time…” 

©slut4msby.

[doitforbangchan]

ABANB alternate chtp 18 smut scene

Soooo I had written two versions of the Minho smut from Chapter 18. This is the original one I wrote but decided to redo it and went with the softer version for the chapter. 😌

I thought y'all should see what it could have been with mean Minho or as i call him Mean-ho. This was not proofread or edited, it was just a rough draft so it may seem lacking 🫣

chapter 18

Warnings: Afab/fem reader, smut, unprotected p in v, sub!reader, Dom!Minho, crying (a TON), Dacryphilia, edging, choking (with hand and a belt), spanking, subspace, biting, blood in mouth, cursing, kissing, light masochism, asphyxiation, begging, mean Minho

WC: 3.5k

You rounded the corner to go to Chan's room to hide away, but before you could open the door a hand grabbed you and wrapped harshly around your neck, and a sturdy chest at your back. Your movements were halted completely as you screamed in fright, your hands coming up to grab the offending hand.  

“So you can listen to me.” 

It was Minho. You were so in your own head you didn’t even sense him nearby. 

“Minho.. What are y-” 

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear any of your fucking snark right now. You’re gonna shut your mouth for once and listen.” His aura was so.. Domineering. Authoritative. It made you instinctively want to obey him. Though you would never tell him that. “Be a good little omega and go to my room. Sit on the bed facing the wall, on your knees. Do you understand?” 

You nodded, not speaking as ordered. His low voice in your ear was making you dizzy. 

“Good. Now go.”

 He dropped his hand from your neck and stepped back from you. He watched as you quickly scurried away and down the hall to his room. Minho dragged his hand down his face and sighed. This is not how he imagined today would go. But sometimes it can’t be helped, you need an attitude check. And he was going to give it to you. 

You went into Minhos room, doing as he commanded and climbing onto his bed sitting on your knees and facing away from the door. Once again it was silent, you could hear nothing but your own breathing. Your nerves were shot. You didn’t know what was to come and it was making you incredibly anxious. 

You knew you shouldn’t have been so rude to him, especially after he stood up for you and got you out of that frightening situation- but you couldn’t help it. Minho was the only person you were testy with, and clearly neither of you understood why. 

Minho stood there at the threshold of his room, observing you as you sat upon his bed and tremored. He moved silently, borderline cat-like, as he crept into the room and stood behind you. You didn't know he had even entered the room yet if not for the sudden clinking of his belt as he slid it through his belt loops and off his pants. You spun your head around quickly, being alerted to his presence by the sound. 

“I didn’t say you could look at me, omega. Turn back around.” He ordered, and you wanted to defy him; to tell him to fuck off but instead you settled for a weak glare then stiffly complied. 

This time he let you hear his footsteps and movements as he crept closer to you and onto the bed. You felt him crawl up until he was directly behind you, his breath on your neck. You were shaking by the time you felt his lips on your shoulder. 

“Mm, such a pretty sight- these marks on your body. The boys did a fine job covering you in their love.” His lips danced across your skin as you sat perfectly still, even going as far as to hold your breath so you wouldn’t move a muscle. “I have no idea why you’d wanna cover them up.” His tongue ran along the darkest hickey that was left on your neck- one from Jeongin the other day. You whimpered at the feeling, tilting your head back even further to grant him access. “Really hurt our feelings.” The last bit came out as a near growl and suddenly he had his belt wrapped around your neck. 

You gasped and grabbed the offending belt, panic beginning to rise. “Minho!” 

“Shut up!” He looped the belt so it turned into a makeshift leash, not enough to choke you just enough to hold you. His hand that wasn’t holding the belt went to the back of your head, shoving it down swiftly into his bed. “Don’t speak until I say you can speak! You’re not in charge right now, little girl. Learn. Your. Fucking. Place.” 

Your hands balled up as you fisted the bedding with your face buried into his pillow and the pure scent of him filling your lungs; seeing as air certainly wasn’t. You were already crying, your tears wetting the pillows. There were so many different emotions running through you; fear, submission, anger.. But the main one was arousal. You could feel your panties dampening against your folds, and it made you embarrassed that Minho could probably smell it. 

The man was still leaning over you, having released your head but still holding his leash. His free hand ran along the back of your thighs and up to your covered ass. His touches weren’t harsh but the smack he delivered was. You yelped but quickly bit your tongue to avoid any more sounds escaping.  He took note of your obedience. Minho grabbed the top hem of your shorts and tugged hard , drawing them down your ass along with your panties and leaving your bottom half bare for him. He held back a moan when he saw the wet strings of your arousal clinging onto the gusset of your underwear. 

Thankfully your face was buried still or he would have surely been able to see how ashamed you felt, knowing he was now able to see you in a way he never has before. You hadn’t felt nearly as emotional when the rest of the pack got to see you intimately though you hadn’t the relationship with them that you’ve had with him- the back and forth, the callus attitudes, the tension. 

You just knew he was behind you sporting the smuggest grin (he was) and it made you furious. Furious at him for the power he held over you and furious at yourself for allowing it to happen. Not just allowing it, but enjoying it. 

He yanked your shorts all the way off of you and threw them on the floor. The smell of your slick was quickly filling the room, seeping into Minho's lungs and making him feel borderline inebriated. He bit his lip as he palmed your ass, squeezing the thickness of your cheek and letting out an appreciative hum. He was an ass man, afterall. Your fists curled tighter when you heard his sound, almost letting out a whimper in return. 

After another squeeze to your opposite cheek his lithe fingers ran up your spine to the laces of your top where he began to untie it. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the fabric untying- save for his small huff when the laces gave him some trouble. Eventually he was able to undo it completely.  At this point you started to lose your patience, and you let out a huff of annoyance. 

You jolted when he suddenly gave a sharp tug on the makeshift leash, making you choke and gasp. His fingers dug into the meat roughly and you could feel the indents of his nails and knew you would have bruises in the shape of his fingertips. 

“Don’t you fucking huff at me. Sit up.” He smacked your ass making it sting and pulled on the belt again. 

Apparently you didn’t move quick enough for the beta, as he gave a condescending scoff - choosing to give your ass another hard smack. Once again you remained silent. Your top fell off completely when you put yourself on your hands and knees.

“Mmm look at you, bare naked on my bed, held by my belt, waiting for my command. Finally you're listening to me.” 

His hand cupped your pussy from behind then ran two digits through your slick. You shuddered when Minho gathered some of the wetness from your folds, then he pulled that hand up to the front of his face as he observed the way the arousal glistened. You couldn’t see it when he stuck those two fingers in his mouth and ran his tongue along them to clean them up, his eyes threatening to roll back into his head because of how fucking good you tasted. 

“So fucking wet and I haven’t done anything to you yet. Seems to me you're enjoying yourself a little too much. Maybe you aren’t as innocent as everyone believes you to be, hmm?” Minho shuffled until he was on the right side of you, leaning down to see your heated face. “I know otherwise though. I could tell you’re not as sweet as you pretend to be, you’ve shown me how defiant you can be.” He tugged the belt, reminding you he held the reins. His tone was beyond condescending as he spoke. “I know what you want, but how about you tell me what you want? Go ahead. Tell me.” 

“Minho..” Your voice was soft, beautifully submissive. “Want you..” 

“You want me, huh? You sure about that, baby?” He was looking down at you with a borderline evil smirk.  You didn’t pick up on the implied malicious compliance, too needy and quickly falling into subspace to even register it, so you nodded your head eagerly.”Say please.”

“Please Minho.” You wet your lips with your tongue, now your lips and eyes are shining. 

He tossed his head back and forth as if contemplating your request. “Ok. Here I am.” 

Minho yanked on the belt, pulling your face towards him and straight into his clothed crotch. You couldn’t suppress a surprised yelp when your face made contact, the fabric of his jeans feeling slightly scratchy on your skin. He held your lead close to him, not letting you gain any space away from him. Min hissed quietly at the stimulation, his hard cock begging for attention from within its confines. He rutted his hips a little, grinding against your face. 

“Min!” Your plea came out muffled and one of your hands went to his thigh to brace yourself. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He ground against you harder, your mouth was still slightly open and your saliva was wetting the front of his pants. “I’m giving you what you wanted. My cock is right here, omega.” 

The intention was not lost on either of you nor was the nuance of the situation. You were laid out doggy style and completely naked while he was kneeling over you completely clothed, making you rub and nuzzle against his covered crotch. It was a clear power play to embarrass you and make you submissive. And it was working. 

Your lips nipped at the material, mouth watering at even being so close to him. But it wasn’t what you really wanted from him. So you gave him what you thought he wanted. “Minho, please. M’ sorry,  I’ll listen to you. M’ sorry.” 

He raised a brow at you, “ Oooo now you wanna be nice? Now you wanna be good f’ me? Hmm I think it’s too late for that Baby. But,” he began to pet the back of your head, giving you some comfort. “Maybe if you ask me again, make it real sweet and cute like I know you can be, maybe I’ll go easy on you. Maybe.” 

Your lip jutted out and your eyes began to leak more crystalline tears, the big glassy orbs resembling an injured doe. 

“Minho, please touch me. Please give me your cock. Wanna make you feel good- be good for you Minho. I need it. Need you.” You placed wet kisses to his length, nuzzling the offending fabric right after. “Will do whatever you want.” 

“Whatever I want huh?” He gave some slack to the belt he held, petting your head tenderly then bringing his hand to your cheek, tilting your face up to look at him. His thumb wiped at the incoming tear, smearing the liquid into your skin. “ I wanna play with my pretty omega.”

Minho forced your face back into his crotch, this time even rougher than before. The friction was starting to rub your skin raw, making you wince with every grind. His hand left your cheek and went back to your head, this time he grasped your hair tightly in his fist. Over and over again he shoved you into him. He was clearly getting off on this power play; his throaty whines gave it away. You felt like you were suffocating and couldn't breath against the denim. Your hands on his thighs attempted to push him away even for a second but he didn’t allow you too. “Gonna make me cum you rub me so fucking good. Maybe I should just take my dick out and cum all over you. Or I have a better idea; how about I use that belt to tie you to my bed post, then hump your face until I cover you with my cum. But you’d probably like that huh? Dirty omega probably wants to lay here covered in me until it dries on you. Fuck that would be a perfect sight.”

 Minho was rambling as if he was stuck in a fantasy and didn’t even register that you were struggling. 

Panic began to set in when you couldn’t get away, and you started to squirm and cry. Pleas of his name were muffled along with your crying. Your small fists beat against him frantically and that seemed to pull the beta from his trance.

 He grinded on your face once harshly then pulled you back. You sputtered as you gasped for air, drool and tears falling down your face and sticking to his pants. 

“N-no.. no more..” You wailed, throat croaky from crying. Your body was quivering and you looked like a mess. “Ple-ase Min… No more, m’ sorry.” 

“Aww omega,” Minho cooed and took the hand out of your hair and back down to your face. He was pleased with your submission, finding it easier to break you than he had anticipated. Your skin there was tender from his punishment and the heat of his hand did little to soothe it physically, but emotionally it was everything. You needed his care and mercy so much that even his patronizing tone flew right over your head. “Begged and pleaded for me and you can’t even take it huh? Just had to cry about it like the little baby you are. Do you know how pretty you look when you cry, hmm? Drives me so fucking crazy. Makes me wanna see how glassy those eyes can really get.”

You mewled when his thumb ran softly over your cheek, collecting the wetness. Then he moved it down to your lips. He groaned when you obediently opened your mouth and accepted the digit. Your tongue flicked over the tip and tasted the saltiness of your own tears.  

“I think I wanna see what you look like when you cry on my cock now.” His thumb came out of your mouth and he wiped the spit on your lips. Then both hands traveled down to your neck and to the leather of the belt. “Would you like that, omega? You want me to fuck you?” He slowly undid the belt and slid it from your neck and threw it to the floor. 

“Y-yes, Minho.” You were glad to have the leash off your neck, one of your hands went up to rub the skin but his own hand smacked it away then ran over your neck himself. 

“You’ve been so good for me this far, omega. Are you gonna keep it up and listen like you're meant to?” There was a bite to his words but you were beyond needy for any of his kind attention that it didn’t matter. 

You nodded quickly, starting to blubber again. “Mhm, I’ll be so good, wanna be good for you, promise Min, please please.” 

“Shhh, baby it’s alright. Min will give you what you need now, ok?” He slowly pushed down his pants and underwear until they fell to the floor. His hard length sprung free and slapped against his covered stomach. He lowered you down onto your back and climbed on top of you. Minho's arms went to either side of your body and caged you against the bed. 

You looked absolutely debauched. Your face was wet and your hair was a mess, and you were sniffling and whimpering under him just begging for attention. It became too much for the man to handle. With no more words spoken, he pressed a devastating kiss to your pouty lips. Your whole world shattered and all at once was rebuilt with that one kiss. It was a moment the two of you had been both dreaming about and dreading. And it was totally worth the wait. 

Your hands were at your sides and they twitched with a need to touch him- to wrap your arms around him and hold him to you. But you knew better than to do so without being told. You would do anything to stay in his good graces right now. 

Minho could feel you squirm and it made him smirk and hum. He knew he held the control and he was becoming drunk on it. Now he knew how Chan felt.. 

The beta used his tip to smack against your clit, giving a jolt of needed stimulation to the little bundle of nerves. Yet you didn’t move. “Good girl.” He praised and you let more tears fall. Minho went to line his member up with your center, but he paused before he pushed in. “You can touch me now, omega, go ahead and hold on to me. You'll need it.”  

Immediately your arms shot up and around him, getting as close as you possibly could to him. You purred in satisfaction when you held him, nuzzling deeply into his neck and wetting his skin with your tears. 

He chuckled in your ear, then shoved his length into you with one hard thrust. Your eyes slammed shut and your back arched at the intrusion, making your bare nipples rub against the fabric of his shirt.  Your mouth fell open and a throaty whine left you involuntarily. Minho may not have been an alpha but he sure was hung like one. 

“Jesus fucking christ, you are so fucking tight omega. Your sweet omega pussy is squeezing the life outta me, clenching me so good.” He didn’t give you time to adjust and began to thrust into you, his hips making a smacking sound. 

Minho leaned more of his weight onto you as he used one arm to support his body. The other hand went to your neck and found a place there. He would squeeze your windpipe when he gave you particularly hard thrusts. You thought it would scare you but in reality it felt divine. The dark hair that resided at the base of his cock was stimulating your clit with every single one of his grinds. 

You were quickly becoming worked up, your orgasm just on the cusp. Your nails were embedding themselves into his shoulders, drawing blood but you thought he didn’t seem to notice or if he did then he didn’t give a shit. In truth; he loved the pain you were giving him. The masochist in him was reeling. 

He moaned and cursed when you clenched around him, “Fuck baby, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” 

“Uh huh” you nodded into him. He slowed his movements- his pounding turning into a rolling as he withdrew his chest from yours. “No no no no please don’t go please.” You begged and attempted to pull him back to you, now full on sobbing. “Please Minho please.” 

He tsked down at you with a shake of his head. “Pathetic little baby wants to cum? You think you deserve it?” 

“Please! Been good!” He was steady despite your tugging on his shoulders, so you resorted to trying to thrust yourself up onto him. “Need t’ cum. Wan’ it Min. Won’t ever be mean to you again I promise!”

The beta smirked, feeling the satisfaction of victory. “I’m gonna hold you to that, omega.” Then he restarted his deep pounding. 

You threw your head back as you moaned, giving him a chance to increase the pressure on your neck. The slick was pouring out of you and covering both of your thighs and his bed. The wet squelches were a filthy addition to the already overwhelming scene and it was making you both extra fuzzy. 

All too soon you felt the build up within you once more, and this time he didn’t let up when you begged to cum. “Gonna cum! Please can I? Please!” 

“Yes omega, you can cum. You’ve earned it.” He said it then without a moment's hesitation he clamped his teeth into your neck, giving you a deep claiming bite.

You felt like you exploded into a thousand tiny stars. Your body convulsed as you came, your moans turning to screams from all of the sensations. Minho was growling as he sucked and dug his teeth in further and further, he seemed like a man possessed. 

His own orgasm came crashing down on him and you felt the fierce heat of his cum shoot inside of you. His eyes rolled back into his head and his rutting turned almost violent. He wanted his cum as deep into you as possible- wanted so deep it would stay there forever. 

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[straykids-gives-me-life]

A/N: I absolutely LOVE this request sm so ofc I'm going to write it. Hope you like it @aaasia111 ❤️

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♡ Chan ♡

"Love, how many times do I have to ask you to not speak to him?" Chris says, his volume slowly rising.

"Why shouldn't I?" You yell.

"Because he wants to fuck you! I can tell!" He shouts, turning to look you in the eyes.

His lips are the only think you can focus on right now. Every ounce of anger you had in your body 5 seconds ago has just left the room. You are so lucky to have this God of a man.

"Y/n, are you even listening to me!?" He continues.

"Y/n!"

Nope. His lips are getting in the way.

Without a second thought, you grab him by the back of his head and pull him into a kiss that one can only describe as... messy. Your lips crash together, and your noses are smushed against each other's.

Chan's eyes widen before he slowly settles into the kiss, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip and slips into your mouth.

You're fully lost in the kiss until he pulls away and just says.

"So let's say it's a draw."

♡ Minho ♡

The door slams. Oh god. He's mad.

"Y/n, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He asks, anger laced in his voice.

"What do you mean?" You ask, confused.

"What do you mean 'what do I mean?'?"

"I'm confused, can you just tell me what's going on?" You say.

"Who's Kai?"

Um. What?

"Sorry?" You say, even more confused than before.

"Oh don't act like that. Who the fuck is Kai?"

"I seriously don't know what you're talking about, I don't know a Kai," you respond.

"Y/n I swear to fucking God."

He pushes his hair back, but you can't help but focus on his lips. The red tint is making you go feral. You know what it felt like to kiss them, and that's all you want to do. His tongue slips out of his mouth to dampen them before he starts to speak again.

"You clearly know a Kai because he's been blowing up your phone all day!"

"How do you know that?" You ask, your eyes still locked on his lips.

"Because your phone is still connected to my watch but that's not the point here. My point is-" he sees the way you're looking at him and his speech halts a little. "Um. Yeah. My point is that uh... you shouldn't be speaking to other guys."

"I'm not though that's the thing. Min, do you really think I'd cheat on you?" You say, trying to make him realise he was being irrational.

He looks at your lips. A small grin creeps onto his face before he just mumbles the word 'no'.

♡ Changbin ♡

"Y/n can you stop being such a bitch for two seconds!" He shouts, throwing his headphones across his desk, turning to look at you.

His lips, oh my god. You could just kiss them all day.

"Changbin-"

"No, y/n!" He yells, standing over you. "Youve been nagging me all day and saying I've not been paying you enough attention! You know I'm fucking busy, what is your problem?"

His lips.

"Changbin, let me speak." You say.

"No. Its my turn to speak now."

Oh shit. You were losing your mind to his fucking lips.

"Ho many times do I have to tell you that-"

You cut him off by harshly pressing your lips against his, your hand creeping around to the back of his neck.

He groans into your mouth slightly before melting into the kiss and forgetting about the argument completely.

♡ Hyunjin ♡

He always does this. Leaving his shit all over the room.

"Hyunjin," you say, barging into the bedroom.

He looks up at you. His lips looking enticing as always.

"Yes, love?" He says the words escaping so angelically that your knees felt weak.

How could you be mad at him when he looks and sounds like that?

"Can you please stop leaving your things lying around?" You say all anger leaving your body.

"Oh shit, sorry, love. I keep forgetting to pick them up," he says, his voice so soft.

"It's okay."

"Can I give you a kiss to make it better?" He says, a grin creeping onto his face.

"Maybe."

♡ Jisung ♡

"I don't fucking care, y/n! You were flirting with him!" He shouts, his face getting redder and redder.

His lips looked so kissable though. You needed to defend yourself but you couldn't think straight with them right in front of you.

"Okay! I'm sorry! I thought I was just being friendly!" You yell, your brain going blank.

"Bullshit."

He looks so angry which just makes him look even hotter to be fair.

He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, leaving a residue behind that you just want to kiss right off.

"Can you stop looking at my lips and talk to me?" He says, the cockiness in his tone being so obvious.

This was going to be a long ass night.

♡ Felix ♡

"I don't care, y/n! I don't care if you need to do anything, I'm busy!" He shouts, making you flinch a little.

It was extremely rare that felix got this mad, so for you to see him like this got you feeling some type of way. (😏😏😏)

His lips were looking extra good today too which didn't help you at all.

"Why don't you care!" You yell back, trying to make it seem like you were laying attention to something other than his lips.

He walked forward, making you step back, repeating the process until your back was against the wall, and he stood in front of you, looking down at your figure.

"Because I have better things to do," he says, coldly, the lack of emotion actually hurting you a little.

"Felix," you say. "What is going on with you lately?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, catching your eyes landing on his lips. "But, I've figured out what's up with you right now."

♡ Seungmin ♡

"Shut the fuck up, y/n! For once just be quiet!" He screams, twisting his face up in rage.

God, he was pretty.

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up before you get the fucking picture!"

Tell me to shut up and then kiss me, and I might listen, you think.

His lips oh my god.

You could die.

"Tell me what is so difficult about shutting up!"

You couldn't. What the hell was wrong with you?

"Come on, tell me." He sounded so stern.

"Nothing," you say, your voice being quiet, the effect of his lips alone messing with your head.

"See? Not so hard."

He was going to be the death of you.

♡ Jeongin ♡

"Y/n, can you just go away for just one second!" He shouts from next to you, scaring you a little. "You never give me any space, I swear to God!"

Ummmm, why did he look so fine right now? And his lips? Death.

"Um," you say, your head frazzled by his features. "Sure."

"Thank you." He says, scoffing at your behaviour.

"But first," you say, inching closer to him.

"Let me do this."

You grab his face and crash your lips together, his eyes widening before settling into the kiss, his fingers locking into your hair.

After a minute or so, you finally pull away and look back at him smugly.

"I'll leave now," you smile.

"Well, I think you had a very strong argument there," Jeongin says, making you laugh.

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I hope you guys liked this cause it's literally 1:06 AM right now, and I am wasting away. LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THO. BYE GIRLIES <3333

[fuyuu-chan]

For You I Would Sacrifice Anything...Even If It Cost My Life

Characters: Neuvillette, Kamisato Ayato, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sunday, Vyn (??), Sung Jin Woo, Baek Yoon-Ho, Choi Jong-In, Megumi Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Regis Adri Floyen, Shoto Todoroki (+ some characters you think fit)

Fuyuu-chan: I thought I already posted this but apparently not so here it is ✨

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Warning: Not Proofread, no scenario of what happened before the injury, mention of bleeding and blood

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"Why did you do that?" He said as he holds you in his arms, you're still bleeding and he was trying to make it stop until the medics arrive.

"Isn't it just the normal...thing to do?...To save someone you love away from the danger..." You trail off as you were finding it hard to talk and you were catching your breath.

"...besides I can't...just watch you get hurt in front of me..." You said as you cough up blood as you close one of your eyes.

"Hey hey don't close your eyes... well try not to" he says as he was getting more worried, panic is slowly getting to him which is rare since he's always the calm, collected person.

"You're also crazy to do that, promise me don't do it again" he said as he was tearing up a bit, guilty because this happened to you when he promised to protect you.

You chuckled a bit. "Don't blame me... This is what love do, also I can't promise anything". That's the last thing you said as you slowly closed your eyes because you can't keep it open anymore. At least before you close it you see people approaching the two of you and (his name) calling out to you but it faded as you lost your consciousness.

"(Name)! (Name)!" He called out to you as he slightly tapped your cheek and shake you while he was now crying and he was shaking, but to his dismay it didn't work you were unconscious.

"..."

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You slowly open your eyes and see a ceiling but you closed your eyes immediately because of the light, you blinked a few times adjusting your eyes. After a few seconds you opened it fully and turned to your sides. Seems like you're in a hospital (or infirmary) as you turned to your left you saw him, he was sleeping.

You didn't want to disturb, so you try to sat up by yourself and get water as your throat is dry. But you should've think twice by doing so cause as you tried that your injury -stinged?? It hurts which made you make a noise and go back from your position when you wake up and by that you accidentally wake him up. So much for thinking you don't want to disturb his sleep.

He opened his eyes immediately as he heard a noise and he looks at you. Shocked but slightly relieved that it's just you.

"Oh you're awake, are you okay?" He said as he got up from the seat and goes closer to you.

"Ah I'm sorry for waking you up" you apologized as you looked away.

"No it's alright, does your body hurt?" He asked, you can tell he's worried.

"Umm yes when I tried to sat up it hurts probably my injury" you said as you looked at your bandaged injury.

He sighed. "Don't make any moves by yourself alright? Cause it will hurt, the doctors also told me that, do you need something though?"

"Yes...I want water my throat is a bit dry" you said as you looked at him.

He gave you water and he assist you. Also he bought you food since it's been two days since you were asleep so while feeding you he was giving you a lecture about what happened, you can really tell he's guilty especially he promised to protect you but you apologized to at least make him feel better. He teared up a bit while talking to you saying that you scared him to death because he thought you were gonna leave him and that he can't live without you.

It takes you a lot of time to comfort him with words to calm him and reassure him that you were fine and that you're still alive.

But to be fair no matter what happens you are ready to protect him, because you want your love ones to be safe. You know his capable on protecting himself but who can blame you? If you truly love someone you would do anything for them. Sacrifice even.

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[riririnnnn]

It's a follow up post for this, but this post makes sense on its own too.

I have always been the younger sibling, so I can't understand an older sibling's feelings, but I wonder if Sae gets glimpses of what things used to be; if he sees Rin when the younger one isn't paying attention, and just reminiscences when they were kids.

Way too many things are going on during the U-20 arc, so it's not uncommon for the readers to miss something especially if they are binge reading it. That's why, I never actually saw people talking about the fact that we DID, in a way, get a reason why Sae chose Shidou out of all the Blue Lock-ers.

However, we didn't get this from a Narrator's POV or Sae's POV, that's why we can't FULLY trust it, so it makes me think if Sae chose Shidou because he couldn't choose Rin. Sae might've thought that there wasn't a better way to test out Rin until and unless he went against him instead of alongside.

Which brings me this panel again:

Rin in that panel just.. I don't know how to articulate it. "I saw what I came for, and I'm satisfied." Was Sae talking about Rin?

Further, I think Sae got fired up when he heard Shidou was going to play too because he wanted to rub it on Rin's face like, "Look, I'm siding with him. I'm passing to him and not you. He is better than you that's why." And I believe that he was doing it purposely.

I'll explain why, look here:

The above panel was before Rin went berserk, and you can clearly see that he was still trying to be like Sae. Like his Nii-chan.

But when he got free from this thing that was holding him back as he says, he went into his flow and ho, ho, ho, look what he said:

He became himself instead of being someone of somebody.

Also, during the time he was going into his flow state, this is what his inner monologue said:

Him going batshit crazy actually stole the spotlight from everything. It's clearly a new perspective of that flashback, and after that Sae was completely attentive to Rin. It was almost as if Sae WAS expecting this to happen, yet the intensity of it caught him off guard for a while too.

After that the focus of the game just became Sae Vs Rin, and the older Itoshi continued to rile the younger one by saying, "You still don't get it? You can't be the best in the world," and lalalalalalala.

HOWEVER,

This thing low-key took off the attention from the fact that Sae didn't pass to anyone during that time. He went along with Rin in their 1V1, and this thing was also pointed out by the news article where it said something along the line of, "The internet says Sae held the ball for too long and he should've passed." (Chapter 152)

It has to be purposely.

It was Rin who stole the ball from him and Isagi got to hit it.

Further, this:

It's giving new perspective to everything now. Also, he says, "Nii-chan." It seems like a trivial thing to point out, but if you know, you know.

That's why, I kinda think that Sae knows that his words affects Rin a lot. That's why he praised Isagi, so that Rin wouldn't forget/lose his Ego. It makes more sense since in the same chapter (152), Rin says like, "In that moment, I won against Nii-chan." Which is true, he stole the ball, but his ending words of that monologue was, "But Isagi gained everything. He (Sae) recognised him and not me."

But what if Sae had recognised Rin verbally?

I bet Rin would've lost his new found real Ego, and would've ended up like Nagi did when he scored against Isagi in the BM Vs Manshine City match.

So, I think Sae wants Rin to be Rin. Not Itoshi Sae's younger brother Rin, but the real Rin because Sae didn't want him to be a mirror image of him since he wasn't enough in world stage of soccer.

Personally, I'm sorry for mixing my own emotions, but I have went through what Rin went through. No, I wasn't completely starstruck by my older sibling like him, but I indeed felt really humiliated, and that humiliation actually helped me improve. Everything is fine now, we got more trauma in our life, so we bonded over it and we are chill af now, but, deep in my heart, a little girl will always be present with a mild, gentle resentment for being treated unkindly.

That's why I think that Sae did what he had to do to help Rin improve which sadly, costed them their brotherhood.

I know I'm slightly backtracking from this post.

But I do want to believe that whatever Sae did, he did it FOR Rin and NOT for their shared dream to be the best striker in the world.

For a sports animanga, Rin-Sae relation is actually way complicated and deep. I hope Kaneshiro-san will do justice to everything.

But in the end, they are fictional and their realities will become whatever the author wants it to be.

Till then, we can only speculate.

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It'd be funny if they go into therapy together and their trauma is just:

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[ywpd-translations]

Ride 789: Inheriting wishes

Pag 1

3: Yes, I got it! The last one!!

4: Bon apet...

5: What, Kabu, are you eating trash now?

Guaa- the worst person saw me!!

Th- that's not it, this it- uhm....

Pag 2

1: Have mine

3: Nom nom nom, so good!

You worked a lot for the sprint

Good job following on this climbing while resting and resupplying

5: Imaizumi-san is treating a kouhai kindly!!

Hotshot is rewardina kohai!?

I....

Ho....

What is it, I feel a weird atmosphere

Pag 3

1: I received my orders from Onoda-san!!

2: Climb and pull the team

3: Climbing at a fixed pace as much as possible, while watching the condition of tiredness of everyone's pace, synchronizing our breaths

Pag 4

1: It's the least damaging way to climb!!

The pack is coming!

It's Sohoku!

Pag 5

2: Danchiku... this is a good pace

He's good at watching everyone and matching his performance to them

3: You really are his polar opposite

Ah, person who gave me food

4: Rokudai, watch closely

Ye-yessir, teh!!

5: What Danchiku is doing now is the correct way to “pull”

Yessir, teh

You also

6: got your orders, didn't you?

Pag 6

1: From Onoda!!

2: Mountain King and Manami are overtaking the other climbers who had come out!!

Are they going to the lead like that!?

They-

Pag 7

2: What, how, they're so fast....!!

3: Amazing!

So fast!

They're running at an incomprehensible speed

This is a race between the Inter High's

Pag 8

1: two times finalists!?

2: Sakamichi-kun!!

Manami-kun!!

Pag 9

1: It's true, Mountain King and Manami are racing

Yeah, they're fighting seriously

For this year's mountain prize....

2: You seem to be in good condition!!

Yeah!! Manami-kun!!

3: the first day's mountain is gonna be the most amazing!!

4: There's a lot of people in the audience too

Yeah

A huge crowd, the summer air, and the blue sky

Pag 10

1: I wonder if Toudou-san and Makishima-san also felt the wind like this, on Hakone's mountain two years ago!!

2: The sky is blue!!

There's a lot of people in the audience too!!

4: I'm having so much fun chasing after it it feels like I'm in a daze

Pag 11

1: Even though my body is tired and my muscles are exhausted, it feels like my heart is saying “let's go until our limit” and pushing my blood!!

5: Yeah!!

I think Makishima-san and Toudou-san definitely felt like this!!

Pag 12

1: Shooo

Just get ahead of him by a few millimeters

My heart is pounding

Jinpachi!!

Maki-chan!!

2: About the race between them that day, I heard other people saying:

3: “It was fierce”

“It was a race of their souls”

“I saw a battle of the limits of climbers”

Pag 13

1: But looking at their backs, it looked fun

3: Back then we could only imagine it

4: But now, like this

Running against you, who shares the same feeling

Pag 14

1: It's like we can “experience”it!!

3: Yeah!!

Pag 15

2: I didn't think the mountain on the first day was so freeing, that it would make my heart feel so clear

3: It's strange

4: The thing I longed for from the bottom of my heart... my strong wish....

5: even if I couldn't fulfill it at the time

Pag 16

1: it still came true in another form!!

Pag 17

1: You're right!!

Pag 18

1: Mountain King and Manami accelerated again!!

4: The orders!!

Pag 19

1: It's time, go

Switch with Danchiku

2: Pull the team, Rokudai!!

Yessir, teh!!

I received them from

2: Back-gate slope-senpai....

Pag 20

1: My “orders”!!

2: Rokudai-kun

Yessir, teh

3: Please pull the team on the mountain while switching with Danchiku-kun

Yessir, teh!!

4: My first orders.....!!

I'l ldo it with all my strength

Actually

5: I wanted to say “please climb the mountain together with me”

8: Huh!? Together!? The mountain!?

9: When I was in first year, I didn't see the race between Makishima-san and Toudou-san

10: …. so

Onoda....!!

For Rokudai-kun

Pag 21

1: I wanted him to see the race between me and Manami-kun as a first year climber

2: Onoda-kun

3: But it'a not as easy as taking him along to race together

4: If I don't refine my thoughts I'll never catch up with Manami-kun as he is now!!

6: That's why I have another order for you, Rokudai-kun

Another one...!!

7: Look up at the mountain

Send your heart out to the road before you

Pag 22

1: Imagine it with everything you have!! Our

2: our fight to our limits!!

Their fight!!

Pag 23

3: Back-gate slope-senpai!!

Then... on your first year... or your second year- when you'll have a rival....

4: A ri-rival!? Me!?

5: Hakogaku caught up!!

Pag 24

4: Remember about today, please

5: Ah... the guy who came on Minegayama with Manami-san...

Is this guy really the manager....!?

[justwonder113]

Showering Han with affection

Bang Chan; Lee Know; Changbin; Hyunjin; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

Summary: when the love of your life comes down with a fever and is bummed out you do everything in your power to cheer him up.

Warnings: genders neutral reader, Han has a fever, Whipped reader as always, Han is feeling anxious and reader tries to comfort him. Fluffy ending bit angsty in the start. Loads of hugs and kisses I can't help myself. Please tell me if I missed anything Word count-2.1k

A/N- I wanted to say thank you for all the support, reblogs, notes, your comments everything! They literally make my whole day! I kept giggling in the subway like a lunatic the other day. I cannot describe how much it means to me that you like what I write. Thank you so much🩷🩷🩷

It was one of those days where everything seemed normal and fine but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Like you were chilling by yourself but it felt like something unknown loomed over you, something like sixth sense was tingling and bothering you. Like... there was no explanation for you to feel this off. Were you forgetting something? But you had everything listed and checked out, you even double checked it! You wondered what was up...

You sighed and started searching for your keys, which was prooved to be little hard when you had your hands full with groceries. Normally you went shopping with your boyfriend, but these days he seemed to be a little overwhelmed and you didn't want to stress him more on meaningless stuff. Also, you didn't have to buy so much stuff, you were only out to buy few of the nescesities, you just couldn't help yourself when you saw that your favorite bakery had Han's favorite cheescake on display in the window. So you bought it and couple of more snacks , which you knew he would appreciate. 

You finally fished out the keys and walked into your shared apartment. You wondered when Han would get home, hopefully, his schedule wasn't as packed today. You really wished he could get some chance to rest for a while.

You almost dropped everything and screamed when you noticed dark figure on your sofa. You calmed when you recognized the black hoodie of your boyfriend with the text on the back. It was the one you had gifted him on your anniversary, custom made and everything. He was dressed in all blacks no wonder it almost gave you a heart attack, he was blended into the darkness of the room. Was he asleep? How was he breathing laying face down like that?

"Baby?" You called out his name, but no answer. You got closer and examined him, he was dead asleep. Your heart ached, he was so tired he must've immediately fallen asleep. He didn't even go to your bedroom and just slept on this uncomfortable as hell sofa. The sofa wasn't the best when it was new, you still had no idea why you bought it, but now, it was in such a bad shape it felt like laying on bricks. You had to wake him up, who knew ho long he was aleep like this, he woud be all sore.

You gently placed a soft kiss on his squished up cheek, your eyebrows furrowed. Why was his skin so warm? To confirm your suspictions you sofly kissed his forehead, and, unfortunately, you were proved right. He was warm. He surely had a fever. You started inspecting him more, his skin felt damp, his breathing was shallow and rugged and he looked really uncomfortable, Why didn't he call you? You were doing nothing meaningful today, the least you could do was to take care of him.

"Jisung baby?" You tried to soothe him out of his slumber, your hand softly rubbed his waist, soon enough he did stir, he was staring to wake up, you decided to call some more "Sunshine wake up for me" you started littering kisses on his cheek while telling him to wake up between kisses. It worked, because now he was watching you, half dazed, but you noticed how the corners of his lips lifted up when he saw you. "Hey baby..." His voicse was raspy, it immediately sent shivers down your spine, and your heart did a flip when his hand brought the back of your hand and softly kissed it.

"How are you sweetie?" You decided to ask with a soft voice as he rubbed his eyes. Jisung looked at you for a second and then just shrugged his shoulders."I'm fine, just sleepy." You couldn't help but sigh, "tell me the truth Ji, you're clearly not feeling well." You were being a bit harsh, yes, but he didn't really expect you to believe him just like that did he? The first thing he did when he woke up was to squint his eyes and froqn as if he was in pain before noticing you and giving you a convincing smile. He was clearly pale, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't see himself but you had eyes for god's sake! You tried to approach him more softly so you lowered your voise "What's wrong love, please tell me, I'm worried..." Han looked at you for a second then just sighed and layed on his bed, his eyes closed, not enjoying harsh light.

"I wasn't feeling well since I woke up, but I thought nothing about it and decided to go to studio, I had some ideas and I wanted to try and incorporate it into the new song I'm working on. I spent most of my day working on it, after that we had dance practice..." You carefully listened, while softly patting his stomach, his hands were busy playing with the fingers of your other hand, you noticed quickly into your relationship that he loved to do so whenever he was feeling stressed. "I noticed I had some trouble with the choreo, but I thought it was because my muscules were sore from yesterdays workout. Minho noticed it and told us we could take five. I was chilling on the sofa when Felix approached me and hugged me, but like the second he touched me he immediately jumped up and bought Chan. In second everyone was around me, Chan kept worrying like a mother hen saying I'm burning up and stuff, then he got all stern and told me that he was bringing me home. He and Minho brought me here actually. The others also took day off, Chan said that we were overworked and needed a day off, Minho also agreed he said that schedule did allow it and we had plenty of time. So we got here, Minho even cooked and made me eat some soup. Chan also kept pestering me if there was something I needed help with, it got so overwhelming that I told them that I had just texted you and that you were over the block. Minho got the clue and so they left. Honesly I just wanted to be alone for a while, I guess I must've fallen asleep." Your heart ached as you listened to him talk.

"Why did you isolate yourself baby? What's up, please talk with me?" You tried to coax him into talking, he took a few deep breaths before he could look at you, and the second your eyes met his resolve broke and his eyes started watering up. You immediately got everything you needed to know so you layed nex to him and held him as tight as you could, letting him let go of his feelings. "It's okay my love, I'm here I've got you"- you kept muttering over and over as he cried his heart out, his each sob killing a part of you. You also kept pressing kisses against his temple to let him know you were here for him both physically and emotionally, -"You did nothing wrong, everything's fine, you'll be back in shape in no time! We just need to take care of you first. My precious baby always works so hard. You need to take a break sometimes my love, your body can't handle all that pressure. We will get you in shape in no time though, don't you worry!" You helt his face gently and made him look at you, your heart squeezed when you saw his tearful face. "I'm proud of you! You're doing absolutely amazing job! I'm beyond proud! I'm the luckiest person to have you in my life you hear me? Words can not express how much I love and adore you Ji, don't you ever forget that!" Jisungs eyes watered up even more if that was even possible, but now he was smiling so it eased your worries, he also held you so tightly you would wake up with bruises tomorrow, both from the couch and his hold on you. You felt him nod against you which made you smile. "Promise?" he pressed a kiss on your collarbone, "Promise, I love you baby." You pressed a kiss on his crown and held him just as tight.

You laid here for a while, before you noticed that his shoulders had stopped shaking and he was starting to calm down. You mentally prepared yourself it was time to act! "Sungie baby..." You softly called his name to get his attention, and when he looked at you with pretty doe eyes you started to talk, "what do you think we bath together and then we cuddle in the bed? I also bought you your favorite snacks we can eat them together too,"-your hand crept into his hair and started playing with his locks, Han immediately leaned into the touch,-" but of course after we check your temperature and take appropriate meds. What do you say? We can cuddle all you want after that."

"Okay, sounds good." He leaned up and helped you stand up before standing up himself, he stumbled for a second but he quickly regained his composure. His hand never once left yours. He looked at you as you headed towards your bedroom, mischief evident in his eyes, "Baby, since our sofa is broken what do you think we buy new one?" You looked at him clearly unamused, already knowing what he had in mind. " Absolutely we should buy new one but not that Lightning McQueen one!" Jisung pouted at you, "you're no fun sometimes." He grumbled, you laughed and kissed his pout away, his lips immediately chased after you the second you leaned back which made you laugh. You told him that you would kiss him as much as he wanted when you were done with your tasklist.

You led him into the bathroom and helped him bathe, you were spooning him from the back while he basically melted against you, feeling so content and relaxed. You also massaged the knots out of his back and shoulders and he almost melted into a puddle from the pleasure. It also didn't help that you kept pressing kisses on his neck and shoulders.

You didn't stay long in the bath tho, you quickly gave him the warm fluffy clothes and quickly did your skincare so you could go and snuggle in the bed. You took his temperature, gave him his meds and also brought some hot tea and snacks you had bought. Jisung munched on them like a happy quokka he is.

After you put away everything you joined him under the sheets, some movie played in the back. Both of you snuggled against each other, Jisung's head layed on your chest absolutely loving cuddling you and feeling of you softly scratching his scalp. "Thank you for everything baby, I don't know what I would do without you." He searched for your hand and bought it to his lips to kiss. "I love you." His voice was soft and raspy, he would surely fall asleep any second now.

"I love you too." You leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips. He leaned back looking at you with confused eyes, you raised your eyebrow, what was up? "Baby I can get you sick if you kiss me like that!" His comment made you chuckle, did he now realize that after you kissed him gazillion times over the night? God, you loved this dumbass. You leaned in and whispered against his lips before sealing them again "I don't give a damn."

Jisung melted into the kiss and tried to kiss you with as much passion if not more. The kiss was slow, passionate, it made you feel full, complete, it made you feel like you were on top of the world. Every drag of your lips against his soft ones ignited something in you. You sometimes wondered how you were before him? Not that you could remember it any more, it's just, this boy made you feel so alive, you could never imagine yourself without him, he was an extension of your soul, your being, he was your other half, your soulmate and you would do anything for him .

You leaned back to get some more, Jisung whined at the loss of the feeling, his cheeks looked more flushed up, his lips were rosy red, his breathing was shallow, his hair all disheveled in the most delicious way. God you adored this man. You couldn't help but connect your lips once again, and once you felt like you couldn't breathe again you moved and kissed every corner of his face, his neck, his collarbones that peaked from his shirt, his hands... Absolutely adoring both kissing him and his adorable reactions, his soft giggles and shy smiles, his proclamations of love proving you once again that you two were made for each other.

[lovelymessybubbly]

ho ho ho !!! it’s santama !! (ﾟ∇^*)ﾉ⌒☆ -=★ -=☆*Merry X’mas*☆ happy holidays to all my tamadachi !!

this year i had the honor to draw for…

bread!anon !!! .*:ﾟ（｀・ω・´）ゝﾟ:*.

i was so so excited to draw these two so eh, i went all out haha (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ both ladies are so gorgeous and cute and mitsuri-chan is such a perfect lee to me !!! i really hope you enjoy how i portrayed your prompts and have a very wonderful holiday !!! ꒰๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑꒱୭̥*ﾞ̥♡⃛ Ɛn꒻öႸ

image id: 1st image-shinobu kocho approaches from behind mitsuri kanroji with a friendly and polite smile on here face. she says, “mitsuri-chan, the dozen donuts i brought for everyone-there’s only two left. would you have something to do with this?” second panel, mitsuri faces shinobu with a guilty expression, however she is trying to play it off. “oh! u-um… i don’t recall… any donuts… recently..?” “i see…” shinobu said. then, in the third panel, a shadow darkens over her face, giving her a sinister look. she wiggles her fingers towards mitsuri, who is cowering. “then you wouldn’t mind a quick deep pressure search, would you?” shinobu asks. “eep! w-wait… anything but that!” mitsuri pleads.

2nd image-mitsuri is tied up and laid on the ground. she is trussed up in a complex and intricate form of shibari, which completely traps her legs together and her arms behind her back. ropes are also wrapped around her bottom and under her bosom. shinobu is kneeled next to her, stroking and kneading mitsuri’s belly with her nails and fingers. she has a slightly disappointed look on her face. mitsuri, on the other hand, has her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth in a wide open smile, lost in hysterical laughter.

shinobu-my GOODNESS, mitsuri-chan. I’m disappointed.

mitsuri-EEEEIIHEEHEHEHE!!!

shinobu-look, there’s one and-ah, there’s another one

mitsuri-OHOHO! TOO MUCH!! PLEEHEHEASE, MERCY!!

shinobu-*sigh* the evidence just becomes clearer and clearer.

mitsuri-AHAIIEE! I DID IT! I’M SOHOREEE!!

shinobu-just what will i do with you?

mitsuri-SHINOBU-CHAHAHA!! PLEEYEEHEASE!!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can we get the aftermath of Y/N giving birth of them and Benimaru's child? Where the executives are celebrating and Rimuru gets to be the honorary uncle to his right hand man's child? Please?

“I hear by call this meeting of the official naming ceremony to order.” You let out a sigh as Shion tapped her gavel on the table. Rocking your new born infant in your arms.

The baby was doing well. All plump and pink now, with a tuff of flaming red hair that refused to stay down. It had been a few weeks since you had given birth and everyone had given you & Benimaru space to bond with the baby. Coming over occasionally to sit and coo, but in uncharacteristically calm order.

Then, today, out of the blue, you got a note that you and the baby were summoned to a meeting of what seemed like every person you had ever known. “I still don’t know what’s going on….”

“It’s time we all came to an agreement on what [B/N] is going to call us.” Shion explained. “We all can’t be called the same thing. That would be confusing, and unfair.”

“They can’t even talk.” You remind her again. The first time you reminded her was when she was at the house and trying to get them to say ‘Shion’ as their first word. “Besides, can’t they just call you Aunt or Uncle what’s-your-name?”

“NO!!”

The unanimous shouting startled the baby, who began to cry, but you quickly calmed them down.

“Now, I will start us off.”

“Why do you get to start us off?” Milim squawked.

“Because I have the gavel.” Shion snarked back. The two women glared at each other for a considerable moment before they broke off in a huff, and Shion continued. “Now, I’ve thought long and hard about this and I would like to be called…Aunt Shion.”

‘Didn’t I just suggest that?’ You thought to yourself.

“Excuse me, Shion.” The sickly sweet voice of Shuna spoke up. The sickly sweet voice that usually meant danger was near. “I believe, as Benimaru’s true blood sister, it should be I that [B/N]-chan calls Aunt.”

“We can both be ‘aunt’.”

“Didn’t you just say that it would be ‘confusing and unfair’ to share names?”

Shion huffed and folded her arms. Bested by her own words. “Fine! Come back to me. Souei, what do you want your name to be?”

“Souei.”

“You can’t just be called Souei. Besides, the name is too hard for a baby to say.”

“Souei….nee.”

Shion sighed. “Hakurou-san, what’s your name?”

“I think I would like to be called ‘Jiji’.”

“You want to be called ‘grandpa’?” You asked. Just to clarify.

“I’m much older than any of you.” He said. “ ‘Uncle’ just doesn’t seem to fit with a man my age. Plus, I must admit, the feeling of the word ‘grandpa’ warms my soul.” He even let out an old man ‘ho ho ho’ at the thought.

“I wanna be called Onee-chan!” Milim announced.

“That won’t do.” Shuna told her. “What happens when Onii-chan and [Y/N] have another baby? You’ll have to change it all over again.”

“Another baby?” Did you not just have this one?

“We can cross that bridge when we come to it.” Shion said. Making an executive decision and hitting her gavel. “Now, I have come up with my name and it shall be….Auntie Shion.”

The room clapped as if Shion had made some brilliant discovery, while the secretary beamed at her brilliance. “You guys are weird.”

The doors then opened and Rimuru-sama and Benimaru walked in. “What’s going on?”

“Apparently everyone decided they needed a meeting to figure out what our infant child will call them.” You explain.

“Oh. Can the baby call me Muru-kun?” Rimuru-sama asked, and the room erupted in another fit of excitement. Waking the subject of the meeting again from their nap.

AO3

[yxngbxkkie]

7 minutes in heaven (b.c)

so, i found a forced proximity prompt list and decided that i want to dabble in a few of them. and, channie is the first one 🤭 i hope you guys like it! let me know what you think 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

“Jihyun, I told you I don't like these kinds of games,” you tell your roommate, trying to get her to stop dragging you.

She stops, and you almost run into her. “Oh come on, Y/N. It's our last year of college. You need to live a little,” she scolds you, narrowing her eyes.

“I can live a little. I don't have to play childish games in a frat house to live,” you remind her, not fond of how she's speaking to you.

“Just one round, and then we can leave,” Jihyun attempts to negotiate, squeezing your hand in hers. “Plus, Chan is playing.”

The tips of your ears start to turn red at the thought of Bang Chan, the president of this frat, Theta Kappa Phi. You've had the biggest crush on him since your sophomore year.

You press your lips together before glancing around. “One round, and I'm gone,” you tell her in a hushed whisper.

Your roommate claps her hands and continues leading you into one of the many bedrooms. Your heart pounds in your chest as you lower yourself onto the floor.

“It's a strange sight to see you, Y/N,” Chan greets you with a soft smile.

A shy chuckle leaves your lips as you nod your head. “It's strange to be here,” you giggle, tucking some hair behind your ear.

Chan chuckles and pats your leg. “Well, Jihyun talks about you a lot, so I'm glad that you could make it.”

Butterflies swarm around your stomach at his touch. Hyunjin runs in with an empty bottle before either of you can say anything else. The other drunk students around you cheer as the taller man sets the bottle in the middle of the circle.

“Who would like to start?” Hyunjin grins, holding his hands out.

“How about our wonderful President,” Felix suggests, smirking lightly.

Chan laughs, and he shakes his head. “I don't want to go first,” he mentions, his eyes dancing between his two buddies.

“Too late, spin old man,” Hyunjin laughs, lowering himself to the floor.

You watch Chan sigh and move to sit on his knees. His veiny hands grasp the clear bottle before he spins it fast. You don't realize you're holding your breath as you keep your eyes on the bottle.

No fucking way… You think to yourself when the bottle stops on you. You can feel your heartbeat pounding as his eyes meet yours.

Cheers and hollers echo off of the walls as you grow more and more embarrassed. Chan releases a sigh, standing to his feet before holding his hand out to you.

“Come on,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear.

You swallow thickly, reaching out to grab his hand. Chan pulls you off of the floor and leads you towards the hallway closet. He opens the door and allows you to go in first.

Clasping your hands together as you peek into the dimly lit closet. “Uhm,” you pause, tilting your head to look up at him. “Is now… is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?”

“Shit, really?” He mutters, a frown settling in on his face. Chan starts to mumble incoherently, trying to figure out a solution.

You tuck your lip between your teeth and decide to do it anyway. “If we keep the light on, I'll be okay,” you reassure him, not wanting to miss out on this opportunity.

“Are you sure?” He asks while stroking your arms. “I don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“With you, I'll be okay,” you end up blurring out.

Chan's frown turns into a smile, and he nods his head. “Okay. I'll go in first,” he says before stepping into the tiny closet.

You follow him, pressing your hand against his chest as he shuts the door. You can feel the palms of your hands beginning to sweat, and you start to fiddle with his shirt.

“You okay?” Chan whispers, bringing his hand up to move the hair out of your face.

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding your head slowly.

He brings one of his arms around your waist, tugging your body closer to his. You lift your head to look at him, hoping he can't feel how fast your heart's beating. His eyes stare into yours as his hand gently rubs your lower back.

The longer the two of you stare at each other, the more you notice the light freckles decorating his cheeks. Your gaze flickers between admiring his freckles and his dark eyes.

“I've never noticed your freckles before,” you whisper to him, lifting a hand to gently touch them. “It's cute.”

Chan giggles, dipping his head down. “You can see them?” He asks, bringing his free hand to his other cheek. “I haven't gotten much sun, so they're pretty light.”

“Mm, yeah,” you agree, dragging the tip of your finger to each one you find. “They're pretty light, but I can see them at this angle.”

“And, you think they're cute?” He asks, leaning his face closer to you.

You nod your head, not trusting your voice as the guy you've had a crush on for two years gets closer. Your eyes flutter shut when his nose brushes yours, your breath hitching.

“I'm going to kiss you, okay?” Chan mutters against your lips, your heart jumping at the light touch.

“Yeah… yeah,” you breathe out, releasing a deep breath.

He fully plants his lips on yours, and your grip on his shirt tightens. You're kissing your crush. He asked to kiss you. He's actually kissing you. The hand on his face glides to the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the ends of his hair.

“Shit, your lips are so soft,” Chan mumbles, pulling away from you.

Giggles leave your lips, finding yourself a blushing mess. He leans in to give you a quick kiss, a groan coming from him after.

“It's that great?” You ask with a laugh, your hand stroking his clothed pec.

“You have no idea,” he whispers before reattaching your lips.

A moan comes from you while sliding your other arm around his neck. You kiss him back with just as much passion, leaning on your toes to deepen it further.

Chan glides his hands down your waist, resting on the back of your thighs. “Jump for me,” he mutters, and you do as he says.

He holds you in his arms, pressing you against the wall behind you. Your ankles lock together, a little scared that he'll end up dropping you.

Pounding on the door snaps you from your little makeout session. Chan's lips find a place on your chest as Hyunjin calls from outside the closet.

“Time's up! Come on!” He laughs, pounding his fist against the wooden object again.

“Chan,” you giggle, tugging his head back by his hair. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut while keeping his plump lips parted. “We have to go.”

“Stay over?” He asks, gently setting you back onto your feet. “We can get breakfast in the morning.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling even more. This man… When he's like this, he's irresistible. You can't say no.

“I'll stay over on one condition,” you tell him, tapping the tip of his nose. He nods his head, motioning for you to continue. “When we get breakfast tomorrow, it's a date.”

Chan grins ear to ear, nodding his head vigorously. “Absolutely, deal. Seal it with a kiss,” he says before stealing one more kiss.

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[ybklix]

favorite crime

♡ pairing: bang chan x fem!character

⮑ intro

⋆cw: none ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

⋆notes: narrated from fem character’s pov. fic based on 2004.

masterlist here

a/n: help, i’m not really sure how that store used to be like since I’m writing it to romanticize the early 2000’s ok

chapters one & two

ONE

word count: 816

Excluding the part about living in an insignificant town and still attending school… it’s not relevant. None of that matters or will matter once I manage to get out of here… and finally become someone else among the millions of people in the city, amidst the hustle and bustle, broken hopes, dreams hanging by a thread, and completely void happiness, just there, I’ll be there. Living, I guess. Breathing in the smoke from some neighbor’s cigarette and questioning if this is my path, since clearly the one I’m on now is not pleasing at all.

I managed to stop my thoughts for a few seconds; my mother was shouting from the bathroom, repeatedly asking me to check on a delivery the courier had just made. It was my last weekend before a new school year, and surprisingly, the weather had remained warm, so I was only wearing comfortable clothes. August had gone by, soon it would be September, and my favorite season would finally begin.

I opened the door to find an ostentatious box with the IKEA logo engraved on it. I had no idea if my mother had ordered some new furniture, so just as I was about to grab it and drag it, I realized the big mistake. The label didn’t bear any familiar name, and in fact, the address indicated the next-door neighbor’s number. Minho Lee, 143. I grimaced, unsure if I should be the one to report the mistake, or just not bother and move the box in front of his door, hoping he’d open it.

Considering, it was strange for this kind of confusion as deliveries like this always went to the reception where they would then call the owner just to make sure if it’s okay to bring it up or leave it right there downstairs.

Minho Lee… I knew they moved into the next-door apartment almost over a month ago, but honestly, I never cared to know who lived around me. I dragged the heavy box a few meters to his door and simply knocked on his door out of impulse, without hope of any response or desire to stay there to give any explanation. But the response was quicker than I thought because, as soon as I knocked, almost instantly, the neighbor appeared, dressed comfortably all in black, in shorts and a sleeveless shirt.

He had a look of confusion on his face. I remained for 3 seconds not knowing what to do until I managed to say:

“This appeared at our door, but I think it’s yours.”

The Asian-looking guy looked even more confused for about two more seconds until he managed to read that my gaze was directed towards the ground, and it wasn’t until he noticed that, his demeanor could relax. He read the name on the label and immediately thanked me.

“Yes, it’s here, thank you.”

I gave a smile with nothing else to say and headed for the doorknob of my door as I watched him out of the corner of my eye bending down to pick up his belongings. And finally, I quickly entered, realizing the ridiculous pajamas I was wearing. I closed my eyes tightly, embarrassed, as if that action could erase how uncomfortable it was for me to realize that I had a considerably attractive neighbor. His aura, his appearance… I wished to study him a little more, but really there was nothing more to say, nothing more than, here’s your box. I bit my lip wondering if I should have spoken and started a conversation with him by saying the typical nonsense like “this mistake had never happened before… the courier must be new, just like you, since when did you move…” But precisely my outfit, relaxed and messy, and my appearance… if only I had a little more luck next time, I wouldn’t think of wasting it like this.

Minho Lee looked young, like a recent college graduate, or maybe someone in their final year. As I climbed the stairs to my room, I thought about how ridiculous it was to start creating more ideas about him. Checking the clock, I smiled realizing it was my working hour and that I could leave this apartment without excuse.

After minutes, I left; grabbing my apartment keys and without saying a word to my mother, as if we didn’t have the great freedom to know or communicate our next whereabouts. Or just any kind of communication. Living with her was strange.

The building’s elevator stopped working two weeks ago and still seems to be under repair, so I hurry down the stairs until I reach the main hall, where surprisingly, I manage to recognize whose broad back was in front of me, also leaving the building, but heading in a different direction.

Part of me felt the need to follow him just out of sheer curiosity, and the fact of feeling excitement studying a new individual was… indescribable. Who is Minho Lee.

TWO

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My whole world sadly revolved around an idiot who never knew how to love me, care for me, and protect me the way I would have wanted. The way a sensible father would care for his only daughter. Or at least that’s what everyone reminds me every year in every damn school; always asking about my father, wondering what his next book would be about… but I can’t even speak out loud about him, sometimes I wish he were a stranger, but I have the greatest fear that… what little I know about him encompasses important concepts of who or how he really is.

I was the only daughter of a well-known artist, the acclaimed writer Henry Waldrop, whose books were such a great success that each of them —almost all of them— were adapted in Hollywood, on the big screens, with actors of the caliber of Nicole Kidman or Brad Pitt, working with promising directors like Mendes and Fincher, winners of important awards, with Henry himself writing his own scripts on a couple of occasions, nothing took him out of Los Angeles. Waldrop has been hailed as the greatest American speaking in the world of literature since Fitzgerald and Hemingway by the Times, countless interviews in the New Yorker, and among other accolades.

He has been called everything; but I will never be able to call him dad again, not since I was 7 years old.

My relationship with him is cold, distant, and almost nonexistent; I always register my name as Calliope Moore, my mother’s last name, hoping not to be recognized in this small town, however, I can’t change it at school, for the moment I can’t change it legally either; so for now, I remain hidden like this. Meanwhile, in a part-time job after school and on weekends.

I was a child who could be considered naive and sweet, at least until I was 6 years old. Then I realized many things, that my father loved fame and excess in meaningless material things more than his family, that his writing is immature and difficult to read, never matured, I never understood why I had to do it before him, unfairly, or worse, do it for him. Despite that, I became my worst enemy, I became an admirer, not of him, but of the artistic world in which he lived; my only memories with him were his huge literary collection, his love for art and cinema; he had me captive every year of my life, I spent hours sitting in his library reading instead of having a conversation with him; I chose something from his extensive collection of movies to watch on DVD. All this on his forced weekends when he legally had to see me. And worst of all, I found refuge in letters… vaguely considering myself a writer; like he is.

I know there’s the silly idea that he really cares about me just because he’s my father, that everything can be fixed if only I would talk to him… but I wish it were that simple, the reason I preferred to be locked in his office was because I saw too many things I should never have seen, situations that a loving and careful father would ensure none of his children know about, I cried seeing women enter his apartment, thinking it wasn’t the kind of love he should give to mother, I didn’t understand why my friends at school could introduce them and I just heard ‘oh, he’s something like a celebrity, he’s just busy. Maybe someday you’ll be like him.’

I sigh and look from afar at the store manager smiling at me, it’s funny to consider he has a little crush on me and I can easily manipulate him. In a matter of seconds, the loud sound of the phone interrupts my daily thoughts about complaining about life.

“Blockbus-”

“Callie, it’s Sarah, can you urgently cover for me for two hours? I have something very important at university.”

I rolled my eyes at being interrupted and at hearing my coworker’s needy voice on the other end of the line, I didn’t need details, but I was surprised by the quick passage of time, so I checked it, she arrived an hour later than agreed and I had no idea.

“All right.”

“Thank you, I owe you one, Cal.”

I slid over the counter, resting my chin on the palm of my hand, bored. Tim, the manager, who is about 8 years older than me, took care of putting on music; I really didn’t have a specific plan for this Saturday, but two more hours of time were just time.

To kill the time, I moved around here and there, sorted movies, checked boxes of new tapes, read each synopsis, sorted each genre, and finally went to tidy up a bit under the main counter; customers came in sporadically and this was the next customer I heard since an hour ago. Tim greeted them with a good evening. I assumed they had to go between the aisles of shelves to pick out their movie or movies to rent, so I didn’t pay attention to them as I continued cleaning up a bit.

Indeed, it took about 10 minutes, when I heard the plastic fall onto the cold wood of the checkout counter and a male voice say, referring to Tim, “Are you checking out over here?”

“No, um, Callie-”

Tim spoke and before he finished his sentence, I hurried to stand up, finding the guy from this morning next to me, Minho Lee. He was still dressed in black, now with jeans, he was wearing bracelets on his left hand now. For a second, I couldn’t say anything, other than meet his gaze, but I immediately regained my composure and gave him a warm smile, but I feared that this time, for him, this client, it was a genuine one.

His gaze was tender for a second as he seemed slightly surprised by the sudden way I unexpectedly ‘sprung’ from the floor; then he softened it and kept eye contact with me.

“I’m here to return these,” he spoke, dragging a stack of 3 movies “and I’ll take these” he pointed to the stack on the right.

My gaze lowered to his hands on the tapes and on the DVDs themselves. I took the products to be returned and inspected each one of them: How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Kill Bill, A Tale of Two Sisters. I gave him a smile, clearly judging, at least it was the fun part of the job; seeing what kind of person you were based on your taste in movies. And for Minho… there was no relation, a romantic comedy, Kill Bill, just Kill Bill and… a foreign psychological horror movie, judging by its cover, it seemed to be from Asia. If I weren’t trying to convince myself that someone considerably attractive like him is single, I would say the romantic comedy is something he would watch with some romantic date without a doubt.

“Name?” I raised my eyebrows, feigning disinterest as if I hadn’t seen him a couple of hours ago.

Judging by his look, it was clear that in some way he also recognized me.

“Under the name of Minho Lee, with an H between the N and O” he replied.

This Charming Man by The Smiths started playing and I noticed a slight movement of his fingers on the table to the rhythm of the melody; all while I typed his name into the computer. I was impressed by his profile, apparently, he’s a frequent customer judging by the long list of movies. He even has a membership, wow, I had never seen him here.

“Would you like the standard two-week rental?”

He nodded. I registered the new movies to rent, not without looking at them in detail: a foreign horror movie, Korean-looking, The Wig, Dracula 2, god, I heard the movie was terrible and Scream 2. I guess he wanted to watch only one genre for the moment, no more romantic comedies.

“That will be 33 dollars… 23 with the membership discount.”

“Thank you… Calliope” he read the tag with my name on my blue vest.

The story of my name is a bit funny, my father, a man without emotional responsibility whose heart was always incapable of falling in love, had his philosophy around the Greek mythology of the 9 muses, which is ironic considering the number of lovers he had, and, from what I heard, how much he promised each of the women he got involved with, that they were his muse and inspiration. My name comes from the muse of music, as he met my mother in college and that was her career at the time. My mother’s dream was always to direct orchestras, play the cello at important events in New York… but then I was born.

It would be a nice and moving story if any of my parents appreciated each other, but my mother made sure to make it clear how much she detested him and remind me what she could have done if I had never been born.

During that time, my father was working as an apprentice to a professor and substitute professor at the university. A literary cliché that inspired one of his books, by the way. Each page of the encounters with my mother severely altered, as she exclaimed, that never happened… if only things had been like that… Anyway, the book turned into a movie and considered a classic romance of the nineties. It was funny when someone came to rent it, since for now, I work at the town’s Blockbuster.

Anyway, my father had this immature belief that since I was the one growing in my mother’s womb, I would be the greatest force and source of inspiration for her, a muse. Sometimes I suppose my mother ended up hating me. She had to raise me and support Henry in his dream as a writer. I grew up and live in the same place as him; a wealthy area in northern New York state; where my teachers, absorbed by his work, expected innate talent from me.

But the pressure isn’t always on me. I have an older brother, a half-brother, named Apollo —a bit strange considering that literature says he was married to Calliope or something like that—; who likes to be recognized as Henry Waldrop’s legitimate son, with his gallery in Manhattan; however, he’s nothing more than another pretentious wannabe from the Upper East Side.

After Minho left, I pretended to close his membership and register the returned movies, but I was just snooping around, his birthday, October 25th, he’s 10 years older than me, he really doesn’t seem like it; it must be his Asian genetics I guess. His address, registered in the same building as mine, his email, his phone, and… the record of his rentals.

Not even 10 minutes passed when the sound of the door caught my attention again, Sarah had arrived, I didn’t notice the time so I checked it, she arrived an hour later than agreed and had no idea.

Sarah came in with a smile, dropping her bag on the counter making noise as she arrived.

“I’m here.”

I quickly closed the computer information and let out a jokingly annoyed sigh at her presence.

“Well, there are only two hours left until closing.”

“Three, we close later on Saturdays.”

I rolled my eyes playfully and took off my blue vest, walking to the other side of the counter, ready to grab my things and leave.

“Is this…?” Sarah mentioned, catching my attention.

I turned to look at her and she was holding the returned movies from a few moments ago. I forgot to organize them.

“Oh, let me-”

“Oh no” she interrupted me “Kill Bill and A Tale of Two Sisters, Korean horror? Did the handsome guy already stopped by?”

I frowned.

“He just left” said Tim.

Sarah made a disappointed face.

“I guess he comes often” I said.

“Of course, every Saturday at seven during my shift.”

I stared at her, perplexed.

“He’s definitely coming to see you, Sarah” Tim added, amused.

Sarah just smiled. I let out a reluctant laugh.

“I’m leaving” I announced.

“Wait, Callie, aren’t you going to organize them…” I heard Sarah exclaim just before leaving through the door, but I decided to ignore her.

She can do it alone. Maybe Minho can come back to help her.