#but i think it’d make for a cute oversized dress-like hoodie if it worked out???

[deus-ex-mona]

very sadded that no one shares my delight at chair deoxys :(

[funeral-grayy]

part one

the next morning rolls around and you wake up earlier than the day before. not wanting to leave bed just yet, you reach under the pillow next to you and grab your cell phone. checking your text messages first, your stomach drops and all of yesterday's events come rushing back to you. zero texts from shinsou. not a single peep, nothing. fine, if he wants to act like a grade A douchebag, you’ll let him. opening mina’s text thread first, you see she’s sent a handful of messages to remind you about going apple picking today. you knew this was something that had been planned for a while now, so you owe it to her to get your ass out of bed and get ready for the day. groaning, you drag yourself to your ensuite. you showered, blow dried your hair and got ready in record time. the outfit you pick out is simple, an oversize rusty orange tshirt dress and some black knee high socks to go with it. aiming to be comfy, you toss on your black vans. after a once over in the mirror and deciding you did in fact look cute, you left your room and headed to the kitchen.

“there’s my girl!” denki launches himself at you and gives you a tight hug. compared to most of the men you were friends with, you were tiny. it didn’t help that they constantly were working out and had all had major growth spurts in high school. and you basically stayed the same damn height. 

“alright denks!! can i at least grab some coffee and breakfast before you smother me?” 

he reluctantly lets go of you and sits down at one of the stools, watching you make your way around the kitchen. you tossed some bread in the toaster and then walked over to the coffee maker to grab some coffee. feeling eyes staring at the back of your head, you turn around and lean on the counter, slowly sipping you coffee. you knew this was about yesterday.

“i’m fine, i promise. so please stop looking at me that way.” denki simply nods in response. ah, so this is how the day was going to go, everyone treating you as if you were glass. its fine, you can handle this. you wouldn’t let what happened yesterday ruin your day, you were determined to have fun with your friends. 

once finished breakfast, you, mina and denki headed to the apple orchard to meet the rest of your friends. you told yourself you wouldn’t dwell on yesterday, you wouldn’t even think of shinsou and the hurtful words he hurled at you. the minute you spotted the rest of your friends, your face brightened. how could you possibly have a bad day? you’re surrounded by your best friends, who love you and always have your back. upon seeing you, sero makes his way over, a big smile plastered on his face. god, had he always been this handsome? did your crush on shinsou just blind you from everyone else? he looked so good today too. black hoodie, with a red flannel over top, ripped up black jeans and a pair of black vans. 

“wow, can’t believe you copied my shoes” you tease, pointing at your own black vans.

“ah what can i say? just wanted to match with ya” he grins as he finally reaches you. it’d always been so easy with him, he always made you feel so comfortable and never out of place. you two stood a bit away from the rest of the group, just talking and joking around. you were glad he didn’t ask you about yesterday. you really didn’t want it to become a big thing in your group and just hoped it would blow over.

two voices interrupt your conversation with sero. you will the feeling in your chest to go away. this wasn’t happening. this was a joke, right? you looked over your shoulder as shinsou and jirou strolled up to the rest of the group. you blink hard. once. twice. no, this wasn’t right. this couldn’t be right. there was no way shinsou was holding jirou’s hand right now. smiling down at her as she laughs at something kirishima had said. you didn’t know what to do, your body was frozen. you knew one day he’d find someone but you didn’t think it’d be this soon. since when had they been close? he never mentioned her to you, not even once. on top of the hurt you feel from seeing them together, you also feel betrayal. he was supposed to be your best friend, he was supposed to tell you everything. you could feel your throat closing up and the tears building. 

“i have to go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back” is all you say to sero before bolting towards the main building. the minute you turn away from him, the tears start to rapidly fall. as it turns out, you still have a lot of tears left to cry after yesterday. you cover your mouth, trying to keep your sobs at bay. you couldn’t go back there now, you couldn’t stand there and watch them together. aggressively you wipe your eyes, just wanting the fucking tears to stop. stopping once you reach the sign by the road, you take out your phone and just as you’re about to book a taxi, one pulls up letting a group of girls out. this was your only saving grace of the day. sliding into the taxi, you rattle off your address and lean your head back. the tears had stopped for now but you knew it wasn’t the end of them. you pull your phone back out and fire off a text to mina, apologizing for leaving abruptly and not saying goodbye.

back at the orchard, some time had passed and your friends finally noticed your absence. 

“hey, has anyone seen yn?” kirishima asks while looking around the group. 

“she said she was going to the bathroom but that was almost 20 minutes ago now” sero spoke up, worrying about you now.

“oh shit, my phones been on silent but she said she went home…” mina quickly types back to you and pockets her phone. she’s the only one who knew about your daily wishes. she had forgotten that shinsou was invited and couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought to check in on you. 

“maybe i should go check on her?” shinsou suggests. everyone turns to look at sero as he lets out the most sarcastic laugh.

“nah man, i think you’ve done more than enough.” 

“what the fuck is that suppose to me?”

“oh c’mon! don’t pretend like nothing happened yesterday!”

“ENOUGH!” bakugo barked at the two men “quit the fuckin’ pissin’contest and leave yn the fuck alone. if she wanted any of us around, she would have stayed. so fuck off and let’s move on.”  both shinsou and sero glare at each other but shut up nonetheless. the day continues on without a hitch. after the apple orchard, everyone agrees they’ll meet up for dinner and then head back to mina’s to watch some movies. sero uses this chance to skip dinner and head over earlier, hoping to catch yn alone.

you glance down at your phone as you receive a text. your brows furrow when you see it’s from sero, you hadn’t talked to him or seen him since this morning. shit, you had literally lied to him and then bailed. gulping hard, you try and calm down the anxiety that seems to be rising  as you think of what the text might say. was he mad at you? upset? you really don’t know, he’s always been a wild card. you pick up your phone finally and open his text, which simply says ‘i’m outside your door’. jumping out of bed you quickly run to the front door of your apartment and rip it open, maybe a bit too violently. sero chuckles as he takes in your frazzled self. 

“i come baring gifts!” he exclaims as he walks into your apartment. everyone else was still out, they had a whole day planned out and now you were wondering why sero wasn’t also with them. as if he could read your mind, he spoke up. 

“i figured you might want some company for the evening, is that alright?” he almost looks hesitant, like he thinks there’s a slim chance you’d turn him away, although that worry was quickly wiped away as your features soften and your face lights up. 

“i honestly really appreciate it, sero. do you mind if we hang out in my room though? i know they’re coming back later to watch movies and i just-“ he cuts you off before you finish your sentence. he already had an inclination that you were avoiding shinsou. 

“of course that’s fine, lead the way princess” he said with a grin. god, that pet name would be the death of you if he kept it up. nodding, you lead him down the hall to your bedroom. you let him walk in first and then shut the door behind the two of you. hopefully that would keep everyone away. sero stood in the middle of your room and just took it all in. fairy lights strewn around the window and bed frame, a cozy queen sized bed shoved into the corner of the room with a tv on the opposite wall. you made your way over to your bed and patted the spot next to you. he looks down where your hand is placed and then back up at you. this all felt more intimate now, he’s never been in your room before or even alone with you somewhere. gathering some courage, he plops down next to you as casually as possible.

“we don’t have to talk about what happened this morning but i do wanna say that shinsou’s an asshole. yeah yeah he’s your best friend, i know but he’s still an asshole. if a girl like you, liked me? there’s no way i’d pass on you.” his eyes widened as he blurted out the last sentence. he hadn’t meant to be so blunt but god it was killing him. you on the other hand appreciated his honesty. you had no idea you had been so obvious with your feelings. who else knew about them? did shinsou? maybe it was time to move on, maybe it was time to stop wishing at 11:11. he was with jirou now, and you aren’t the type of girl who’s a homewrecker. taking your silence as you being offended, sero starts to panic and apologize.

“no…no you’re right. i should let him go, move on i guess. i don’t know. it’s just, he’s all i’ve ever known, you know? what if there isn’t anyone out there for me? what if i wasted too much time pining over a dude who only sees me as his sister?” now you were just saying your thoughts out loud. you didn’t expect sero to answer you. you jolted as sero covered your small hand with his much larger hand, gently rubbing circles with his thumb. the air started to feel thick, tense almost. his touch sent a shiver through your body, not used to being handled so gently. 

“what about me? what if…you gave me a chance?” he asks hopefully, searching your eyes as if they held the answer for him. what about him? you’d honestly always been so head over heels for your best friend, you never took notice of anyone else, never paused to consider someone else. lost in your own head, you looked him over. maybe you should consider him, he was sweet, made you laugh all of the time, super caring and honestly? hot as hell. you never took the time to actually check him out before now but he’d really grown up and filled out since high school. no longer was he the scrawny class clown, no, now he was lean with muscles. thinking your silence means he’s crossed a line, he starts to slowly retreat his hand but you quickly grasp it.

“yeah, i think i’d really like that”

[peter-parcoeur]

Good girl gone bad | (frat!tom)

request: How about frat cocky Tom at a Christmas party, wearing something that shows off his muscles, and he keeps flirting with y/n, who hates him. Throughout the night, he slowly wins her over, and once he has her in the palm of his hand, he makes her compliment him and then worship his muscles and then get on her knees and suck on him through his boxer briefs and then finally he f*cks her face and he's dirty talking and boasting all the way through :)

disclaimer: Hiii, so this was a request (sadly anonymous but if you’re out there reading this, I hope you enjoy and this lives up to your expectations...) this is my first attempt at fratboy!tom so I apologize in advance if that’s not exactly what you expected from it or whatever. Also I’m french so, some unfortunate spelling mistakes may occur and for this I apologize too! (damn I do really know how to sell myself, don’t I?) Anyway, enjoy your reading and please give it a ♥ if you liked it and a comment if you either really liked or hated it. Annnnd I’m talking too much.

warnings: smut smut smutty smut is to be expected, obviously. includes: brat!tom, braggy!tom, boasting!tom and some serious potty mouth / enemies to lovers (well, more like enemies to fuckbuddies idk) / oral-sex / face-fuck / dirtyDIRTY talk/ fingering / brief mentions of self luuuuvin (that’s masturbation, for you) / dom!tom + sub!reader / I guess a little bit of humiliation and praise kink idk if that’s triggering so just in case... / roughness... I guess that’s it? probably enough already.

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« Come on, it’ll be fun! God knows you could really use some fun… » your friend’s voice almost begged over the phone as you safely locked it between your cheek and your shoulder to open the door to your dorm room, your keyrings grazing the piece of metal surrounding the lock with a soft, clicking noise.

“Yeah cause hanging out with complete morons as they get shit-faced on cheap vodka is totally my idea of a good night...”

“ Urghhhh, Y/N please, are you really gonna be a Grinch about it?”

“  Well, it’s a Christmas party so I guess that’s convenient?”

You could tell your friend was getting frustrated by now, the slight change of tone in her voice making her sound desperate. Kicking off your shoes and dropping your books above the mess on your desk, you immediately crashed onto your bed with a loud, exhausted groan as this never-ending day had managed to push every single one of your buttons. You felt completely drained and yet, your best-friend wanted you to join her to some frat-house where, apparently, the “most incredible” Christmas party was about to be held? Uh-uh. No way. Your actual plan for a Friday night (= eating take-out food in front of some true crime documentary on Netflix) seemed much more appealing than the effort your friend seemed to require from you.

“You’re really gonna bail on me? What if something happens to me?”

“Now this is guilt pressure and you’re so much better than this! “ You laughed, “plus… I know you wanna go just so you can make out with Harrison… You really don’t need me for this and truth be told, I really don’t need to see that guy shove his tongue down your throat!”

“Maybe YOU need someone to shove his tongue down your throat “

“I’ll pass, thanks “

“Come on, how long has it been since you’ve got laid? “

“That’s… way beside the point?””

Still, you thought about it.

How long has it been, really?

Well. As far as you could remember, there were a couple (disastrous) tinder dates at the beginning of the semester. Nothing major even though the sex was still okay. Then you had decided to delete the app so you could focus on your studies, thinking that, eventually, life would grant you with an actual IRL, cute boy who could actually work a little harder to get into your pants whereas it had taken a single swipe on a screen for the previous contestants.

But for now, as the semester had come to an end and Christmas break was around the corner, it only occurred to you just how busy you had been, studying all night long and running on fumes and gallons of coffee. Maybe your friend was right. Maybe you truly needed to blow off some steam. Sometimes you wished you were more like her, carefree and less picky when it came to boys and random flings. Like her current crush, Harrison.

Harrison was a typical heartthrob with the face of a Greek God, so it was only natural for him to act like a brat and play with girls as he wished. With his piercing blue eyes and dreamy smile, girls could only wish he would look at them twice. But still, he wasn’t the worst part of Team Jackass, as you liked to call them. Their captain was actually Tom Holland. Football Quarterback, Tom collected girls’ hearts like trophies and held his pride within his questionable reputation. Party animal, heavy drinker and confirmed exhibitionist since he’d been caught fucking a cheerleader in the middle of the football field right after a game, his name was on everyone’s lips, whether they whispered gossips down the faculty’s corridor or muffled into a pillow as he dived into another naïve, besotted girl with the promise of an encore. To this day, all of the girls he had laid his eyes on were still waiting for a call-back.

You pulled a disgusted face at the thought of witnessing his little hunting game one more time. Tom was actually one of the main reasons why you usually skipped any frat party now. There were just so much time you could waste, sipping on some funky tasting “home-made” punch as “Football superstar” Tom Holland bragged about his athletic skills or how many girls he had fucked over the last couple days. Sometimes, it felt like a competition between him and his brain-dead friends. Somehow, you just knew he kept score of his one-night stands. Maybe he’d give you five stars for trying anal, a deep throat would give you another six and god forbid if you flattered his enormous, gigantic cock, well then, by all means, the throne would be yours. There was just something about him that screamed and irradiated praise kink.

“Y/N? Have I lost you?”

Your friend’s voice brought you back to reality as you seemed to have blacked out for a while.

Then, out of nowhere and unexpectedly, the words came out of your mouth.

“What time is the party then?”

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For every party, there’s a dress code.

Surely, a “Christmas” party just couldn’t be, without a fair splash of colorful jumpers or any subtle hints at Santa Clause as an excuse for a last-minute theme. Still, standing in front of what could only be Wednesday Addams’ wardrobe, you were suddenly hit by your lack of interest for any piece of clothes that wasn’t a shade between black and white. Was beige even a color anyway?

For a brief second, you considered wearing your infamous Christmas onesie, basically a fluffy one piece with a zipper, an oversized hood and covered with snowflakes and candy canes. The jokes would never end but no one could blame you for being ‘off theme’, then.

In the end, you settled for a rare “colorful” top which, luckily, happened to be whatever shade of green Christmas trees actually were. It was also skin tight and you knew for a fact it made your chest looks twice its size because of the way the velvet fabric enhanced your waistline. It was nowhere near provocative with its long sleeves and turtle-neck so you figured you could be a little bit more risky with the bottom part of your outfit, grabbing the black mini-skirt you’d bought a week before on a splurge, even though you didn’t know if you’d ever find the confidence to pull it off. It was short, there was no denying that as you turned around in the shop’s fitting room to catch a glimpse at your backside, knowing your whole ass would be exposed if you ever dared to bend down even so slightly.

Still, you felt sexy in it and as a girl who happily traded a sexy dress for yoga pants and an oversized hoodie, any piece of clothes that made you feel good about yourself was an instant buy.

Looking down at your final outfit as it laid down on your bed, a pair of nice ankle boots at the bottom of it, you patted yourself on the back for making the extra effort and walked to the bathroom for a well-deserved boiling shower.  Staring at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you sighed to yourself as the aftermath of a sleep deprived week and lack of skin care routine or basic maintenance whatsoever hit you like a truck on the highway. Your hair had been wrapped into the same messy bun for days and it would definitely take some professional skills to cover up the bags under your eyes.

Maybe this party was the wake-up call you needed, the equivalent of a Judging look from your mother every time you visited her after a while. You could almost hear her complain about how unhealthy you looked and how you should wear more “flattering” clothes. Ironically, you also knew she would never approve the skirt you intended to wear that night. You remembered just too well that frown she’d given you at your father’s 60th birthday and how you had to gulp an entire bottle of red wine to forget about the fact the woman who gave birth to you had called you a prostitute for wearing a dress above the knees. Sometimes it’d be like that. Family gathering were like a plague, somehow, you just couldn’t escape it and it would either scar you for life or make you wish you were dead.

As you entered the cubicle, the coldness of the tiles hit you, covering your skin with goosebumps and sending shivers down your spine. It took you a couple minutes to adjust as you waited for the water to turn hot enough to coat the mirror with a thick foggy layer. Only then did you relax, letting go of this week’s emotionally charged weight upon your shoulders and focusing on yourself, at last.

It was a fairly long shower as you decided to go through your entire haircare routine instead of a brief, one minute shampoo. Not to mention the fact you also had to shave entirely as it felt like it would be a good way to get rid of this nightmare of a semester, like stepping out of your old skin and into a new one. Usually, body hair was probably too far down the list of your preoccupations to even be noticed but you figured, as you felt surprisingly motivated, now was the right time to make your body smooth as a baby. You actually loved the feeling of a soft, freshly shaved skin.

As you rinsed off the soap, your hands fondling the body parts water failed to reach, your mind unexpectedly wandered through some steamy thoughts as soon as your fingertips grazed your slit, taking some shy dip between your folds. It was no surprise that a simple, barely there stroke would instantly strike your arousal, after all, it had been a while. You shamelessly admitted that your studies had taken over your life, up to the point you’d even find yourself too exhausted for some self-love. Somewhere in your chest of drawers, the small collection of adult toys you owned were probably collecting dust in the middle of your socks and panties, wondering when they’d get to take a swim and make you squirm into your sheets as you hold on to the headboard, biting your lip until it turns white so you don’t scream through climax.

What struck you the most was the fact TomfuckingHolland came to your mind the very second your middle finger met your clit, circling it softly as you felt electricity spark through your legs, making it jolt. Why the hell was his stupid smug splattered all over your unspeakable thoughts when he was, by far, the last man on Earth you’d let come close to your naked self? Let alone in a shower cubicle the size of a shoe-box where you’d have no space whatsoever to escape his heavy, muscular chest.

His body looked ridiculously built for a man with the face of a 13 year-old. Sometimes you’d catch him randomly flex throughout the day, showing off his enormous biceps to anyone willing to praise his impeccable shape. There would be no room for these guns in there, you thought as a brief image of these massive arms shielding you from both side, fists tight against the tiles, came immediately to your mind. What took you by surprise wasn’t to actually picture Tom standing in there with you, naked and definitely willing to make that room a lot steamier, but the fact you slipped a finger into your surprisingly dripping core as soon as you imagined him stepping closer so your bare, sticky chests would meet, his obvious arousal poking at your inner thigh, begging to make an entrance.

You stopped before you inevitably came, even though your body craved for that well-deserved relief. You may have been hornier than you thought, but not nearly horny enough to hand your first orgasm in months on a silver plate to a boy who probably stroked himself in front of a mirror on a daily basis. Your thighs squeezed together where your fingers had left a desperate void, rinsing your entire body with a much colder water, hoping it would bring your sanity back.

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You looked incredible.

It wasn’t just you boosting your ego through a pep talk in front of your mirror back in your dorm this time, and even if you loved to give yourself an encouraging speech, praising whatever features you thought made the cut in the top three of your best assets as you gathered the strength to go out in public in an outfit pretty far from your comfort zone, nothing could ever beat the look people gave you as you walked into the frat house looking like a three courses meal. There was just something about that short time slot where you caught a gaze and knew what that look was all about.

You knew Liza, the head student with a soft spot for athletes so obvious she probably had the entire football team’s handprints tattooed on her skin, just hated to see you get the attention she usually caught. Athletes loved nerdy, smart-ass girls like her, but to her own despair, you actually happened to be one of those, only with a shorter skirt and thicker thighs.

You knew half of Team Jackass was already staring at you, wishing they’d catch a glimpse of whatever you had to offer underneath that impeccable outfit as the soft fabric of your skirt kept rising up, every step bringing you closer to an unfortunate peek at the plain, white cotton undies you had chosen to wear that night.

But above anything, you could most definitely feel someone’s gaze upon you, burning up your skin like lasers trying to scan through your clothes. Suddenly, you felt exposed and with a simple smirk, Tom-Holland came out, strong as ever, just so he could pop out the comforting bubble you had built around you. Of course, he had chosen to wear the tightest white tee-shirt so everyone could distinctively see each of his six, rock-hard abs. Of course, his sleeves were slightly rolled up to enhance his biceps and if you weren’t familiar with his despicable behavior, seeing him flex just so he could kiss the pumped-up mount irrupting from his upper arm like a fresh batch of popcorn on a stove, you could have barfed immediately at the disgusting sight of a man with an ego the size of a fucking comet.

For now, you simply rolled your eyes all the way to the back of your head and watched as he smiled cockily, his hand reaching out for a redhead girl’s cheek even though his eyes were most definitely undressing you from afar. You could tell the girl had dressed to impress as she was tightly wrapped into the just-slutty-enough version of Santa’s outfit. Basically a velvet red dress with a fluffy white strap on top of her bustier. The way she laughed and twirled her long curly strand of hair as she gazed lovingly at Tom was enough for you to know she would soon join the never-ending list of names on his score board.

Shaking your head at how easy it seemed for him to get laid within the first hour of a party, you made your way to the kitchen where the alcohol seemed to be. As expected, most students were already sipping at some questionable cocktail right from the bowl with a straw and since you didn’t feel like going straight for the strong stuff, you settled for a beer, fiddling with the bottle cap for a solid minute before you heard a voice coming from behind your back.

“Need some hand with that, sweetheart?”

The cocky tone and thick accent immediately sent you off as a long, single shiver ran down your spine from the disgusting thoughts it brought along. It had come to the point you couldn’t even stand his stupid voice.

“I’m fine, thanks” you lied, your first still tightly gripped on your sealed beverage.

“You look like you could use some strength…”

Of course, he had to bring up his impressive, spectacular strength within seconds. Maybe he expected you to slow clap, bow down or throw confetti’s all over him for being strong enough to open a beer bottle. What on Earth would you do without his strong, manly hands?

Grinding your teeth as your tongue clicked against your palate out of pure annoyance, you gave him the most unimpressed look as he grabbed the bottle from your hand, popping out the cap hard enough to make it fly off and hit the table with a soft, metallic thump. Smirking to himself, Tom handed you the bottle back, tilting his head as he obviously expected some enthusiastic reaction.

“Do you want a medal or something?”

“A simple ‘thank you’ would be a good start? “He mocked, raising his eyebrows in a way that made your consider throwing the entire bottle at his face to wash away his stupid cockiness.

“Thanks” you simply blurted out, raising your beer slightly before walking away as you took a couple sips. It wasn’t even that cold or remotely good.

Tom watched as you walked away in silence, his eyes inevitably drawn to the way your hips and that glorious ass of yours seemed to wiggle into that daunting skirt. Grazing his thumb over his bottom lip with a smirk, the eager flame in his eyes made his will to take you to a quiet place grow bigger with each step you took.

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The music was getting considerably louder as people were now dancing all over the place, from the staircase to whatever was left of furniture after too many parties hosted in this house.  The constant buzzing sound of chit-chats and laughter was slowly making your head spin as you gulped on your third (or was it the fourth?) Shot of tequila. As expected, Y/BFF/N had wasted no time as she was already clinging to Harrison’s neck, feasting on his mouth like an open buffet. His hands were on her bum, holding on to it for dear life with a strong grip. At least, she was having fun.

Out of boredom and to your own surprise, you had agreed on doing shots with a couple people you knew from class. Not technically what you’d call reliable friends but you always bumped into them at parties where you’d basically chat, and drink. From afar, you could see some people had gathered around a table where Team Jackass had started the inevitable beer pong contest. Nibbling at a piece of lime, hoping it would wash away the burning haze of the tequila, you winced at the sourness as your eyes suddenly locked with Tom’s. He was now holding his arms up on both side, raising one fist through the air as he had clearly won that first round. There was something pathetic about a man in his twenties begging for attention and acting like he was about to claim the gold medal at the Olympics when all he did was throw a feather-weighted plastic ball into a red cup.

All the alcohol in the world would never get you drunk enough to tolerate this guy.

Sometimes, you couldn’t help but think it was a shame to see him act so pitiful when he face was actually okay. Well. He was definitely cute as long as his mouth was shut and his stupid, pretentious smug out of the way. With his soft, chocolate brown eyes, his tousled eyebrows and thin pink lips, he could’ve been a guy you’d be interested in. His brown hair was somehow, always tucked into a snapback or a beanie but you had caught a glimpse of his natural curls once and though it killed you on the inside to admit it, he did look great when he didn’t try too hard to be a complete asshole.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t see him walk towards you.

“We’re doing shots now? “

“Impressive” you frowned, “did you figure it out all by yourself?” you chuckled, swallowing what’s left of lime, basically pulp, in one soft gulp.

“You like to act all smart ass around me, don’t you?”

“Correction: I am, in fact, smart… Not that it’s something you’re familiar with so, pardon me if it’s all too confusing for you… “

“Are you calling me dumb, then?” he was frowning now, his enormous self-centered head deflating under the unexpected pressure of your witty come-back.

“Did you hear the word ‘dumb’ coming out of my mouth?”

“No – but I sure know what I would like to see come in that sweet mouth of yours, darling”

The fact he had the nerves to say that kind of stuff right to your face was enough to piss you off but what caught you off guard was his hand reaching for your face as his thumb delicately grazed your bottom lip, pulling at it just enough for you to taste his fingertip.

“Surely, lime isn’t the only thing you like to suck on?” he smiled, cocky as ever as you could feel actual rage building up from your core and all the way to the back of your throat.

“I suggest you keep your hands off me” you snapped, pushing his hand off your face as he laughed to himself, the raspy sound caught in his throat making you throb against all odds.

“Or what? What you gonna do about it, uh?” he teased, confident as ever, his words coming out of his mouth halfway between a threat and a challenge. His arms were crossed against his chest now, making every inch of muscle he owned just pop out. There was nothing sweet about the way his body was built, and was he ever given the occasion, you knew he could break your spine in half with his one hand. You just wished you’d never thought about it as the filthiest images came to your mind, starting with Tom spinning you around over the sink in the bathroom and pinning you down with his palm pressed between your shoulder blades as he pounded hard and fast into you.

Maybe Tequila had gotten to your head faster than you expected.

“I know girls like you” he started, walking backwards until your back hit the wall and you were completely trapped between his arms, one of his leg parting yours so his knee would slowly graze that spot where your thighs met, claiming his access to that precious part of your body you could definitely feel getting damper against your will.

“What about it?” you asked, slightly more provocative than you had intended.

“You like to act all innocent, pretending you have higher standards…” His breath was warm, wrapped into the thickness of alcohol, curving a ball at the back of his throat so his voice would come out raspier and lower than usual, “… but secretly you just want guys like me to fuck the back of your throat until you choke”.

You felt it. Your pussy throb at the single thought of it. You didn’t want to physically react to these obscene images, words coming out of his mouth filthier than anything you’d ever heard, but still, as hard as you wanted to remain cold and unbothered, there was no denying for the dampness between your thighs. You just hoped he wouldn’t get a chance to notice it.

“You disgust me” it took you all the strength you had to spat back at him, and even then, all he did was smile then chuckle softly to himself as his hand slid up your throat, wrapping it slowly until his thumb pressed itself into the crook under your chin, nesting as it was made to be there.

“Please—are you really going to pretend you’ve never thought about my cock filling up your pretty mouth?” his fingers found your lips again, tracing it slowly as your heartbeat increased with each word, “like you’ve never thought about me when you finger yourself at night” he paused, pinching his bottom lip between his teeth as he tilted his head, his mouth coming closer to your hear with a dark whisper “I know you do, baby… I know you touch yourself thinking of me, wishing those fingers were mine, diving into your dripping cunt… Touching spots you could only wish you’d reach… how I would spread those lips open and run my tongue all over your slit….” A warm breeze brushed your neck as a cursed laugh escaped his lips, making you squirm unexpectedly, “I bet you taste so sweet, I would never get enough of that glorious pussy…”

By now, you were wrapped into the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It was strong and manly as expected, yet comforting in a way you didn’t want to think about. You didn’t want to picture yourself wearing that grey hoodie he loved to wear after a game, his perfume raining over your bare chest as you’d lazily ride him on his dorm bed after you’d get bored of whatever movie you’d settled for, pushing your panties to the side as he couldn’t be bothered taking it off completely. You didn’t want to picture him unzipping that same hoodie, palming your boob with one of his strong hands as his mouth sucked on your nipple until your soft, delicate skin turned red from all the biting marks. You didn’t want to feel yourself stretch around his rock-hard cock as he’d lift your legs up to wrap it around his neck, because he’s that kind of jerk who likes to show off even when he’s completely buried inside of you, that kind of complete asshole who loves to remind you just how deep he can go, smirking to himself as he hits your special spot over and over and over…. until you beg for him to stop. That kind of utterly disgusting dickhead who’d never stop, because he knows that, deep down, you just want him to keep going.

“Now you can tell me you’re not already wet… But we both know that’s a lie” he smiled again and as you felt his hand going down, palming you through your top and all the way down to the front of your skirt, you finally decided to come to your senses and grabbed his wrist into your tight fist, stopping him just in time before he’s reached the only approval he truly needed.

“Go to hell, Holland” you snapped, using all of your strength to push him off and walk away.

You didn’t turn back to see him chuckle at the sight of your flushed face.

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The coldness of water came as a shock as you bent over the sink in the bathroom, splashing your face until it didn’t feel like your skin was on fire. Grabbing a towel, you patted your cheeks and forehead, staring at the reflection in front of you. You definitely looked flustered, like you had just run a marathon when all you really did was to suffer through your archenemy’s evil little game.

Usually, you would have just brushed it off and that’d be it. But tonight, for some reason, you just couldn’t seem to shake him off your thoughts, his voice still echoing through your head like a curse without a cure. Outside the bathroom, you could hear the muffled sound of music and screams coming from the living room as beer-pong had turned into strip-pong with everyone removing a piece of clothes every time the ball missed the cup. Typical, drunken behavior. Soon enough these parties would turn into a massive orgy and it wouldn’t even come out as a big surprise.

Freshen up a little had helped you settle your thoughts back into place but still, your body didn’t seem to catch a break as the build-up tension and frustration Tom had caused within your core was yet to be released. There was no denying that your toys would have come handy if you were back to your dorm room as it felt like your pussy kept clenching for no reason, like the gaping mouth of the thirstiest man in the middle of a drought. You knew how bad you needed to put it out of its misery but if you thought undressing for a ping pong game was bad, what would happen if anyone walked on you literally fingering yourself in the bathroom of a frat-house? No one would shut up about it.

Tom would certainly not. Shut. Up. About. It. Ever.

You pressed your thighs together, hoping for some sort of relief as his words came back haunting you, thinking about how your hand had found its way between your legs earlier in the shower, the very second you had thought about his body pushing you up against the tiles. Is that what he was to you, now? A fantasy? Would you become another disgusting cliché of a girl begging for the typical frat boy to fuck her at a party because she couldn’t handle his dirty mouth?

Then you thought about your best-friend and how the last time you’d seen her, she was heading upstairs with Harrison, giggling, her lipstick smudged all over her chin after making out heavily on the couch up to the point everyone was starting to wonder whether they should be charged for that kind of peep-show or just roll with it. How she was probably getting fucked in his bedroom while you were standing alone in a bathroom, dripping wet for a man you hated down to the very bottom of your guts.

The door swung open abruptly, making you jump.

“So that’s where you’ve been hiding!” Tom smiled, walking in.

“Can’t a girl have some privacy?”

“I need to take a piss, you’re the one standing out there doing nothing” he joked, walking to the toilets with his hands already fiddling with the zipper of his pants.

“Hum, excuse me?” you spat, widening your eyes as you realized he was genuinely about to use the toilets with you still standing a few meters away.

“I said I needed to take a piss… So either you just stand there watching, which I don’t mind really… or you can get out?” he pointed his chin towards the door, unbothered as he casually pulled his dick out of his boxers.

Both infuriated and shocked, you turned around as there was no point leaving the room now that his whole junk was out and already halfway through it.

“Do you have to be that disgusting? Really you’re such a pig!” you complained as you heard him sigh with relief before the toilet flush broke the most awkward silence of your entire existence.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll clean it up real nice just for you…” he smiled even though you still had your back turned to him. You heard him use the tap, washing his hands for a considerably long amount of time. At least he wasn’t one of those filthy rats who thought basic hygiene was optional.

“What were you doing by the way?” he finally asked, grabbing the towel to your left, “touching yourself thinking about me?”

You turned around to face his cocky face once more, this time with a furious need to slap it. Hard.

“You know I’ve seen you walking around campus a couple times, Y/N… Those big jumpers and yoga pants you like to wear don’t do that body any justice, but this?” he circled his finger in the air, pointing out her entire outfit “this, I like to see… and if you weren’t being a little brat I would gladly pull up that skirt up to your waist and have you there, above the sink…”

“I’m being a brat?” you scoffed. That was rich, coming from the ultimate king of bratty assholes.

“Well you call it whatever you like but denying yourself something you truly need just to prove a point seems a little childish…” he shrugged, shoving his hands into this jeans pocket and giving you a perfect glimpse at the veins running up his arms and disappearing underneath his rolled up sleeves.

“You think all girls are begging for you to fuck them? Really?”

“Probably, yeah, and who could blame them really? I have a great cock and I’ve never had a single bad review about the way I use it…” he smiled, with the arrogance of a king sitting on a throne of indecency.

“You’re so full of yourself… it’s insane” you shook your head with pure disgust.

“Then go ahead and prove it”

“Prove what, exactly?”

“That you’re not dripping wet as we speak…”

Point taken.

You were, indeed, dripping wet and soon enough, you’d have some serious explaining to do as the thin cotton fabric of your underwear was now soaked with your unsolicited arousal. Even though your head was filled with hateful thoughts and resentment for Tom, it felt like your body would not stop begging for his touch, dragging him closer like two pieces of magnets on a fridge. Unconsciously, you were now standing a couple inch away from his face, so close you could actually smell the soft mixt of menthol and alcohol from his breath. There was no point denying the obvious tension between you two as you looked like you were about to break into a passionate kiss but now it was just a fight between your will for self-preservation and your body, aching to be touched.

And so you heard yourself say these words you never thought you’d say, like you were standing in the audience as your other self was performing on stage, making some questionable decisions you weren’t 100% okay with.

“Which one’s your bedroom?”

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You could have fought longer, for the sake of your personal values, but as your feet were swiped off the ground, your back hitting the door as it closed behind you with a loud slam, all of your good sense and respectable choices just vanished as much filthier thoughts buried them for good.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist as his hands had wasted no time and found their way under your top, fondling your breast with the hunger of a wolf. Your lips attached to his, you moaned louder than expected as he pushed himself a little harder against you, the obvious stiffness of his crotch pressing against your aching core. Your skirt had risen up to your waist from spreading your legs a little too wide, flashing your white panties as it was now so soaked you could definitely see the outline of your lips, the thin fabric sticking to your slit. Catching your breath, heavy pants breaking your kiss, you looked into Tom’s eyes only to see nothing but pure, absolute lust in them. As you tugged at his brown locks, a couple strand curling slightly at the back of his neck, you watched as his snapback fell to the floor with a thump, unleashing his brown untamed mane.

Suddenly, he didn’t seem so bad, groaning slightly as your fingers scrapped the back of his neck, your lips sucking on his throat for good measures. With his head tilted back slightly, it felt like Tom was getting soft for a while, caving in so you could take control over him. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long as he suddenly traced a hand all the way down to your inner thigh, immediately pushing your panties to the side with his middle finger.

“I knew it…” he smiled, sliding his finger along your slit as you wrapped it up with a glistening coat of arousal. You knew he had won the minute he felt just how wet you were for him, but when it should have been upsetting, you just didn’t care. All you needed now was to feel his cock filling you up in any way he wanted, “who made you this wet, darling?” he smiled, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Don’t be a brat…” you complained as you could see some mischief in the way he looked at you.

“Just say it” he insisted “I want to hear you say out loud just how wet I make you” this wasn’t a request, but an order. And for some obscure reason you didn’t want to figure out, it somehow turned you on even more.

“You…” you started, biting your lip out of nerves, or out of excitement, you weren’t sure quite yet. “You make me so wet, Tom” you almost moaned, pushing yourself a little harder against his hand when he failed to give you exactly what you needed. His fingers. Buried deep inside of you.

“Hmm” Tom groaned, two of his digits spreading your lips apart at a torturing slow pace, “I like the sound of that…” his knuckles were barely halfway when you buckled your hips off the door, begging for more, “what’s that darling? Tell me what you want…” he was whispering by now, slowly pushing his fingers into your desperate slit, “I want to hear you beg for it…”

You felt him push deeper, curving his fingers into a hook every time he reached your g-spot. By now you were so aroused you just knew it would take you more than a couple stroke to cum heavily into his awaiting palm. You could hear the sloppy sound of your own wetness every time he slammed his slick, extremely skilled digits back into your throbbing pussy. His lips curved into a hasty smile as he could feel you literally drip all over his palm and wrist.

“I want you… I want you so much” you barely managed to whimper as he increased the pace, his wrist working its magic between your thighs.

“Hmm hmm? I’m gonna need you to be more specific baby… what exactly do you want?” his thumb grazed your clit for a brief second and that was enough for you to squeal under his touch, making you clench suddenly around his fingers, “say you want my cock” he almost growled as you felt his hard-on twitch against your thigh, begging to be freed.

“I want your cock” you immediately wimped, your own words sending shivers down your spine as you twitched with anticipation, “I want it so, so bad…”

“Good girl…” he hummed, slowing down the pace so he could add a third finger, stretching you out slightly this time, “d’you think you can take it though? It’s pretty big…” he smiled, twisting his hand just enough so he could dig himself a path.

You simply nodded, unable to speak anymore, but as you were about to beg for more, Tom removed his hand, leaving you frustrated and hornier than ever. His face changed suddenly as he watched you pout, his hand reaching up for your lips.

“What about that pretty mouth, then? You think it may fit?” he smiled, spreading your lips apart so you could taste yourself on his soaked fingers. You immediately obliged, sucking at it, one by one, never keeping your eyes off him. When he shoved three of his digits, watching as your tongue twirled around it, cleaning it off completely, you could definitely tell his eyes had gotten darker, filled with unspeakable thoughts you would be begging to hear soon.

“You’re gonna let me fuck that pretty face?” he added, removing his fingers from your mouth so he could give you a soft, cheeky slap on the cheek. You nodded, obedient as ever. “Say it” he commanded, louder this time, “say you want my cock inside your mouth”.

“I want it… I want your cock inside my mouth” you pouted, only because you knew he loved to see you beg like a spoiled little princess. You’d seen it in his eyes, the way he looked at you every time you tilted your head to fake an innocence that was long gone.

Tom stepped back, walking away slowly as he watched you standing there, flustered, your hair all over the place, panting out of lust and frustration. Pulling his shirt off, you watched as his impressive chest unveiled in front of you. Abs like rocks, a thin strand of hair tracing a path from his navel to his crotch, disappearing under his jeans, his impeccable V-line bringing images you never thought you had within yourself. As he pushed his hair back, daunting you with his a look half way between arrogance and disdain, it felt like all signs of dignity had left your brain as all you could think about was to crawl to the floor and beg for his cock.

“What you’re waiting for then, Darling?” he smiled, unzipping his flies as he watched you walk towards him and get on your knees within seconds.

Your hands pulled at his jeans until it finally pooled around his ankles. Looking up to stare into his eyes, you felt both small and powerful, submissive but in control as you were now responsible for this man pleasure. It was up to you whether he’ll get to cum or not. But as you considered edging him as an option, Tom wasted no time in remembering you who was actually in charge.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” he sighed, grabbing your hair into a fist as his other hand stroked his cock through the cotton fabric of his boxers. You could tell he was just horny as you were as a couple pre-cum had already stained his briefs, turning it into a darker shade of grey.

Again, you nodded, removing his hand so you could replace it with yours, palming him through his briefs as he growled against your touch. He was big. Actually much bigger than you expected but somehow, you were up for a challenge. Tracing the outline of his cock with your fingers tips, you felt him push his hands on the back of your head, forcing you to come closer to his crotch.

“I want to fuck your pretty little mouth so, so bad” he groaned as you unexpectedly ran your tongue all over his stiff through the fabric, feeling it twitch as you palmed his balls. By now he was so hard you could feel the veins tracing a dirty road up to his leaking head as Tom started grinding slowly against your mouth, messing up your hair with his desperate fists.

When you pulled down his boxers, you took a couple seconds to stare at his glorious manhood, hard and pressed against his abdomen where it curved slightly, your mouth watering with a thirst you could have never pictured, especially when standing in Tom Holland’s bedroom. And yet, you couldn’t wait to have this magnificent piece of flesh filling up your mouth.

“Like what you see?” Tom smirked, boasting as ever but immediately squinting his eyes with a deep growl the minute he felt your tongue licking at the base, slowly going up until you finally bobbed on his creaming head.

You had always been good at this, giving head. Not that all of your partners would give you a proper review in the morning, pointing out your highs and lows, but there were just things men couldn’t do, like hiding the fact they were just having the time of their lives. And right now, Tom actually looked like there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be than standing here, with his cock in your mouth.

Twirling your hand at the base where you mouth couldn’t go just yet, you started bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking your cheeks in so your mouth would pop every time his dick came out. You had quickly figured out a couple things about Tom, including the fact he just seemed to love it dirty and noisy. You could actually hear him growl louder, his fist tightening its grip into your hair every time he slipped off your lips, only for him to shove it back a little harder and definitely deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it baby… Just like that… you’re such a good girl…”

You were a good girl, indeed. Always had been. Straight-A’s student from day one, the pride and joy of your parents, spending most of your week-ends doing some volunteer work whenever it was needed while being a caring, polite girl who never did anything wrong. Right choices only.

Or so you thought. Obviously, tonight would be always marked as the only questionable decision on your impeccable path to perfection. But still, as Tom grabbed your face with both hands to push himself deeper and all the way down your throat, making you gasp for air slightly, you had no regrets.

You stayed still for as long as your lungs could handle it, holding on to his firm, muscular buttocks as you swallowed him all. Looking down on you, Tom was left speechless as his cock stretched your cheeks out, his balls resting into your palm as you twitched them slowly, making it jolt with both pain and pleasure. When you felt like you were about to gag, you pushed yourself back, gasping for air as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Your cheeks felt numb and yet it missed the feeling of being stretched out already.

“Hmmm baby look at you…. you think you’re ready for it?”

“Yeah” was all you could blurt out. Yes to anything he wanted. You were prepared. You longed for it.

Looking around as Tom started pumping himself, getting ready for you, spitting into his palm to lube himself up so your lips wouldn’t drag along his shaft too much, you just couldn’t believe you were there, kneeling on the navy carpet of Tom Holland’s bedroom, the epitome of the ultimate frat boy. A huge flag from his favorite sports team was hanging above his bed, his never-ending hats collection sitting on wooden shelves by the wall like it was some kind of “frat boy starter pack” Art exhibition. In the corner of the room, you caught an unexpected glimpse at a guitar. It looked fairly new, but never in a million years would you have pictured Tom playing guitar. On his desk, his laptop was still open on a Spotify tab where you’d probably find a playlist based on some typical white boy rap music but against all odds, the room looked neat compared to what you had in mind.

“You look so beautiful” he sighed, out of nowhere, and to be completely honest, had your mouth not been filled with his dick, you would have probably picked up your jaw from the floor. Taking him all in once more, you just pretended you couldn’t hear, sparing you some awkward misunderstanding. Maybe those words were actually directed to his dick. After all, the boy loved himself just that much.

His hands were all over your face, wiping tears from your eyes every time he hit the back of your throat a little too hard, stroking your cheeks, massaging the back of your neck, roaming through your tangled hair as your kept up with his reckless pace, his hips swinging back and forth while you remained completely still so you could take him like a champ.

“God, I love to see you choke on my cock….” He gritted through his teeth “so…so hot…” you could tell he was getting sloppier now, pumping in and out of your mouth abruptly then a lot more slower as a couple twitch from his cock gave you a hint of his upcoming grand finale.

By now, you were a slippery mess, the taste of pre-cum hitting your throat as you dribbled all over his shaft, obscene sounds of suction coming out of your mouth every time he pushed himself out and back in all over again.

“F----uuuuck….fuck baby I’m gonna come!” he grunted, the sudden high-pitch of his broken voice driving you insane as you pushed yourself up a little so you could open your mouth wider, expecting him to fill it up soon enough. “D’you want me to cum in your mouth? Uh?” again, he gave you a little slap on the cheek, not quite hard enough for you to feel any pain. You nodded, moaning whatever came close to a “yes” as every single inch of your mouth was filled with Tom.

You heard him whimper, twitching a couple times, harder with his thrust as his hand fisted into your hair abruptly throughout his climax. Looking up to see his face, your eyes locked with his as he came all over your tongue, raining down your throat with a couple last, sloppy thrusts.

“Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuuu------“

Your eyes immediately teared up as you tried your best to swallow every drop of cum he had to give, the corner of your lips dripping like an overflowing sink.

Then there was a complete silence.

As you wiped your mouth off the thick, warmness of his cum, you felt him kneel to your side, then sit. Both of you looked completely exhausted, drained from every ounce of energy you had left.

“Well, that wasn’t half bad… for a little brat” he spoke again, and you just couldn’t believe he had gathered the energy to say this when he could have chosen silence.

Laughing quietly to yourself so you wouldn’t slap him across the face, you decided not to fuel him up and remained quiet instead. His hair had gone curlier than heaver, his glistening red face making him look like any cute boy you could easily fall for.

“I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna see a lot more of you at frat parties now?” he spoke again, and though it truly pissed you off to admit it, you just knew this wasn’t a one-time thing. For all you knew, this, was barely a prequel to a long, bumpy story of a good girl gone bad.

All because of Tom-fucking-Holland.

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Move On IV (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello!💕 I don’t even know how I managed to finish this with the crazy week I’ve had💀 I had 3 exams, a huge paper to hand in and a presentation. But somehow, I did this too and I wanted to post it as soon as possible🥰 I’m quite happy of how this one turned out considering I hadn’t that much time to work on it. So I hope you like it!♥️ There’s not many parts left (2 or 3) but I have an idea for a “sequel” so if you guys like this one, maybe when it’s done I’ll work on that!

Now enjoy, stay safe and enjoy the holidays, even if this year isn’t the best one for celebrations😅 See you soon🥰 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, angst, implied Hvitserk x Reader, don’t kill me for this lol

Words: 4179 (I’m sorry)

Move On   II    III

gifs belong to @therealcalicali​ and @honestsycrets​

You actually liked to go shopping. You enjoyed walking around the shops and looking at beautiful clothes and shoes. You didn't like to try on the clothes, though, because the comparisons between the model on the photos and you were awful. 

"Aren't you gonna try that on, Y/N?"

Torvi's voice startled you. She just got out of one of the fitting rooms, wearing a beautiful silver dress that made her look even better than the model. You widened your eyes. 

"I... Don't think this will fit me" you glanced at the clothes they made you pick. Party clothes; tight dresses, short skirts, low cut crop tops... "I'm more of a comfy sweatpants and oversized hoodies girl" you raised an eyebrow. 

Torvi chuckled, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. 

"Come on, Y/N, I want to see how you look on them!"

She looked at herself on the mirror, frowning softly. You looked at the pile of clothes on the wooden table and wondered why you agreed to go shopping with Torvi, Gunhild and Lagertha when you could be at home, eating cookies and watching Disney movies with Hvitserk. 

They insisted on going shopping and then go and grab lunch. As you barely had any social life anymore, you thought it'd be a great idea. Then they entered one of those expensive shops that you could only admire from afar and glare with jealousy to the people that exited the store with a couple of bags. 

"Okay, I think this is the one" Torvi shrugged happily "What do you think?" She turned around and you smiled softly. 

"You look beautiful" 

"Thank you" her smile widened "You're the sweetest, Y/N"

"Are you girls done?" Lagertha's voice startled you, her head peeked through the door. 

"Nearly" Torvi winked at her "What do you think about this dress? Y/N likes it" 

"I think you look perfect on it" Lagertha smiled at her ex daughter in law. You were still amazed with the narrative of that family, but it wasn't your place to judge "What about you, Y/N? Did you try anything?" 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Torvi interrupted you. 

"She didn't, I keep telling her she should, but she won't listen" she raised an eyebrow and you groan, rubbing your face. 

"Come on, we're not leaving until you try something on" Lagertha chuckled. 

Sighing, you rubbed your face and grabbed the clothes, rolling your eyes as you entered the fitting room, making Torvi and Lagertha smirk in victory. 

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"So... We could go out" Torvi looked excited as you stared at your lunch. You had nothing against modern, expensive restaurant but you weren't sure if it was legal that they asked that amount of money for that. 

"We're already out, Torvi" Gunhild chuckled. Out of all of them, she was the one you could relate to the most, she was the most calm, the quiet, but also as fierce as Lagertha if not more. 

"I know" Torvi rolled her eyes "But maybe we should go out to a nightclub, you know, I haven't been out in forever and I want to, this whole 'plan the perfect wedding' thing is stressing me out" 

"You don't need to plan the perfect wedding, every wedding is perfect when you're in love" Lagertha raised her cup of champagne softly, and you chewed at your food slowly. 

"I know, I know, I just... Ubbe is the one, you know?" 

"We know, Torvi" Gunhild smiled widely at her "But you see... My own wedding with Björn was quite rushed, and still... Magical" she blushed softly, looking down. 

You smiled, remembering her wedding. You had attended with Ivar, who wasn't too excited to go to his half-brother's wedding and was nearly obligated by his family. The two of you left very early, but not before having sex on the limousine Björn had rented. 

"I know you will have the same thing with Ubbe, I can see it" Lagertha caressed Torvi's hand over the table.

"Okay stop getting emotional, I know what you're doing" she narrowed her eyes at them "Can we go out, please?" 

They laughed, and even you chuckled softly.

"Y/N, I trust you, don't leave me alone" she pouted at you "Tonight?" 

"I'm afraid I work tonight" you smiled apologetically "But you all can go out! I'm sure you'll have a better time without me" 

"No, we need you" she sighed "Tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, I suppose tomorrow is fine..."

"Perfect!" She giggled. 

"I'm afraid my time on nightclubs is already over, girls" Lagertha laughed "But I wish you have a great time, enjoy your youth" 

"I think I can" Gunhild nodded "But I'll leave early" 

Torvi looked satisfied. 

"Okay, I can call Sigurd's new girlfriend too" 

"Sigurd has a girlfriend?" You raised an eyebrow. You didn't know anything, but as you barely talked to him due to his bad relationship with Ivar, it didn't surprise you. 

"Yeah, I met her when we had dinner with them to tell them about the wedding... She's cute, and nice... It looks like our dear Sigurd finally settled down... Ubbe was relieved to hear about her, he was really worried that the rockstar life was too much for him" 

Even Sigurd, the now semi-famous musician that girls pursued after his gigs, the soft and sweet Sigurd that had had nearly as many girls as Hvitserk, had settled down. He had an stable relationship. You, on the other hand, had a shitty job and spent your nights watching Disney movies. 

You kept eating as Torvi talked about her favorite clubs, trying to decide which one was more suitable for a girls' night. But suddenly, someone entering the restaurant, and your eyes widened. Torvi stopped talking and Lagertha raised an eyebrow, turning her head to look at the door. 

Of all the people you'd think you might run into on a posh restaurant, Aslaug wasn't one of them. She looked as beautiful and flawless as always, with her hair tied on an elegant bun and her subtle makeup that made her pretty eyes stand out. Ivar had his father's eye color, but the shape was much more similar to his mother's. They resembled each other, and it made your stomach turn. 

She looked around the restaurant, and when her eyes found yours, she looked surprised. An strange expression crossed her face, but she flashed you a sweet smile. Aslaug seemed cold and distant to most people, but to you she was always sweet and caring, treating you like the daughter she always wanted but never got. 

Her smile turned a bit stern when she looked at Lagertha and Torvi, ignoring Gunhild. Then she turned to the bar, smiling politely at the waitress. 

Then the eyes turned to you. You cleared your throat nervously and avoided them. It was true that, out of Ivar's family, the only people you had a close relationship with were Hvitserk, Aslaug, Floki and Helga, and sometimes Ubbe, even if that changed when he decided to get closer to his half brother and Lagertha. Now things had changed, and you still felt a bit out of place in this new social circle Alfred had introduced to you, but your link to the "enemy" was much stronger. 

"I... I'm going to say hello" you muttered. 

No one said anything, and you nearly felt sick. When you arrived to the bar, Aslaug was talking to a man next to her. You hadn't even realized he walked in after her, like her favored son, she had the gift of making everyone aware of only her presence by just walking in a room. 

"Hi, Aslaug"

She turned to face you, her face lightened up and her smile widened. This time it reached her eyes. 

"Y/N, my sweet girl, hello" she hugged you tightly, and you sighed, hugging her back. You missed her "I was wondering if you'd say hello... How are you, my dear?" 

"I'm fine" you nodded "How are you?" 

"I'm good, honey, I'm so happy to see you, I was worried when you..." She licked her lips, nervously "I called you a couple of times, but you didn't pick up" 

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that... I kind of neglected my phone for a few weeks" 

"I understand" she nodded. If anyone in the world understood exactly how you felt, it was Aslaug "I truly do, Hvitserk has been talking to me about you, I'm glad you haven't completely cut off communications with my family, we need you" 

"Of course" you giggled "Hvitserk is one of my closest friends, and that won't change" 

I hope, you thought. You kind of felt very replaceable. 

"I'm glad to see you" she repeated, the smile never left her lips "Remember you will always be welcome in our home, Y/N"

"Thank you, Aslaug" you nearly teared up "I think I should go back now..."

"Yeah, go and have fun, dear" she caressed your cheek softly, not even mentioning the people you were with "Goodbye"

"Bye, have a good day" you shot her another wide smile. 

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Thora looked impressed when you arrived to the cafeteria with Torvi, Lagertha and Gunhild. She was polite to them, but it was obvious that she was surprised to see you hanging out with them. 

'Wow' was the only thing she said once they left, making you promise you'd wear the dress you had bought that morning to the club the night after.

"Don't even mention it" you groaned, rubbing your face as the both of you got ready to start your shift. 

"I didn't take you for someone that had brunch with these people" Thora held back a laugh, and you hit her arm playfully. 

"They're really nice" you muttered "They're just trying to make me feel better" 

"Yeah, they seem nice, but... Are you sure you fit in that group, Y/N?" She raised an eyebrow "Don't get offended, but I never pictured you in there"

"No, I don't" you sighed "As I'm seeing Alfred now, I suppose they see me like one of them" 

"You're seeing..."

"Not like that" you glared at her "Shut up, we're just friends" 

This time she didn't hold back the laugh. 

"I went on a date with Hvitserk" she cleared her throat, and you looked up at her again, interested. 

"And?" 

"Nothing, he's just not my type" she shrugged, making you groan.

"He likes you, I know it" you winked at her. 

Thora shook her head. 

"Hvitserk is the kind of man that likes everyone" she laughed "It's okay, he's nice and fun, but not what I'm looking for... I have another date tonight, though, with a guy I met on Tinder" 

"You're on Tinder?" You frowned as you kept drying the coffee cups. 

"Yes, and you should too" she giggled when you widened your eyes at her "Come on, Y/N, you're young, hot and cute, stop thinking about a boy that didn't appreciate you, you deserve to spend your nights having orgasms, not chocolate ice-cream" 

"But I like chocolate ice-cream" you muttered.

"More than orgasms?" She chuckled, and just when you were about to answer, she interrupted you "Don't answer, you're weird" she rolled her eyes. 

Hvitserk surprised you at the end of your shift with a bag full of beers. He had brought his car and offered you a late night with beer, chips and reality shows. As it was probably the best plan you could have, you said yes, and opened one of the beers even before entering the car. You saw Hvitserk glance at Thora as she stayed to close the cafeteria and wait for her date, chatting with a girl she knew from university that visited her at work. 

"You should work a bit for it" you said, raising an eyebrow at him as he drove to your home with a poker face. 

"She's not interested" he shrugged. As Hvitserk wasn't used to having girls reject him, it had hurt his pride.

"But you can make her interested if you do things right" you chuckled "You Lothbrok boys are always waiting for girls battling their eyelashes at you" 

Hvitserk laughed. 

"You're right, what can I say? I'm surprised you didn't battle your eyelashes at me yet" 

"I was busy with your brother, Hvitty" you giggled "Until he got tired of me"

Hvitserk's smile faded slowly, and as soon as he could, he put his hand on your thigh, turning to look at you. 

"How are you, Y/N?" 

"I'm fine, it's okay" you muttered, shrugging "I saw your mother today" 

"Yeah she told me" he nodded, his attention back to the road "She also asked me not to say anything to Ivar" he sighed "It's because she doesn't like Freydis, she came home for dinner the other day and I could swear she would have loved to sink the knife on her neck" he held back a smile. 

God, you loved Aslaug. 

"Why? What happens with Freydis that no one likes her?" You asked, curious.

"You've seen them together, haven't you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, briefly... Alfred and I left immediately, I barely talked to them" 

"Ivar is infatuated with her" he sighed "He's lost his mind, Y/N, he's not even rational now, his whole world is Freydis, it's not love, it's... I'm worried about him" he frowned "He's changing, he can't see anything past her" 

"Have you tried to talk to him? Maybe he needs a bit of big brother guidance"

"I can't talk to him, he's... He doesn't listen. No matter what I tell him, he doesn't trust me"

"Ivar has a hard time trusting people" you said softly "Maybe..."

"Don't defend him" he glared at you "I know what you mean, but he's known her for a few months, Y/N, and he's pushing away every single person that was important to him, he's not even going to physical therapy anymore" 

You frowned a bit. Ivar hated therapy, but he always understood he needed to do it. Suddenly you felt the need of texting him.

"Stop worrying about him, Y/N" Hvitserk narrowed his eyes "It's my job to worry about him because he's my little brother, but you can forget about him now" 

When you arrived home, Hvitserk went directly to the kitchen to heat up the sandwiches you had taken from the cafeteria and put the beers in the fridge as you entered your bedroom, sighing tiredly. 

"I'm going to take a shower" you raised your voice, and after Hvitserk hummed, probably with his mouth full of food, you entered the bathroom, closing the door and taking off your clothes. 

The warm water relaxed your body and you were able to finally stop thinking, leaving your mind completely blank. 

It didn't last, though. 

As soon as you left the shower, you unlocked your phone, looking for Ivar's contact. The last text messages you had exchanged were from the last days of your relationship. Ivar didn't like to text, so he usually only replied with monosyllables and then called you to hear your voice, but in those last weeks he hadn't even replied. In that moment, you had tried to convince yourself that it was normal, that he might hadn't feel like texting you, but then he had broken up with you. Scrolling down the messages, you could tell exactly the day he had realized he wasn't in love with you anymore -if he had ever been in love, which you started to doubt-. You let your throat ache and a couple of tears run down your cheek before wiping them away and writing the message you had in mind. 

Hi Ivar. Are you okay? 

You didn't think he'd reply. But after hearing people saying how weird Ivar was acting (even more than the usual) and how Freydis had changed him, you started to wonder if he was okay. No matter how much he hurt you, he was still someone you cared deeply about. 

A knock on the bathroom door startled you. 

"Y/N? Are you alive?" Hvitserk sounded a bit worried as he knocked on the door. You cleared your throat and dried the few tears on your face. 

"Yes! Sorry! I'll be out in five!"

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The beers didn't last as long as you thought. It was past midnight when Hvitserk convinced you to open the bottle of vodka you had bought months ago and already forgot why. 

It resulted on a blurry night, as the both of you started feeling more and more happy, you watched stupid movies and laughed at them. You forgot about Ivar, the text and the ache in your chest. Hvitserk was the only one that could make you forget everything and laugh so much. 

"Come on, that never happens" Hvitserk groaned, rubbing his eyes with his voice already a bit unsteady. The brothers had a high alcohol tolerance, but Hvitserk was always the one that got drunk first "The girl never runs back to us, we're the ones that have to chase them" 

You giggled drunkenly, hitting his arm. 

"Yeah, we have to make you work for it"

He rolled his eyes, drinking directly from the bottle now. 

"It's always easier to go out to a pub and have sex with another girl" 

You giggled again. For some reason, every single thing he said felt like the funniest thing ever. 

"Yeah, we can do that too" you smirked "For example, as you don't want to work for Thora, she's now out on a date and probably having sex with another guy while you're in my apartment getting drunk and criticizing terrible movies... Who's losing now?" You raised an eyebrow, smiling in victory. Hvitserk frowned and glared at you as you laid back on the couch. 

"Are you saying I should go out and find someone to have sex with?" 

"No" you giggled "I'm saying you should call Thora tomorrow" 

"Anyway" he scoffed again "You should be the one going out to have sex" 

"Me?" You laughed "Why?"

"When was the last time you had an orgasm, Y/N?" 

You closed your eyes and pressed your fingers against your temple. It was hard to think when you had that... Noise in your head. 

"I can't remember" you muttered "Probably before..." You hummed. He knew what you meant. 

"What?" He widened his eyes, and his jaw dropped "It's been months, Y/N, what the hell?" He groaned "You didn't even touch yourself?"

You were so drunk that you didn't even flinch at his question.

"I don't have time for that" you frowned. 

"Well, now I know why you're always pouting and looking like a lost puppy"

You opened your eyes to glare at him, even if you only saw a blurry bulge on the other side of your couch. 

"I don't pout" you scoffed "And I'm just not ready to get to know someone new, Hvitty"

"You don't have to know them, you just need to fuck them" he shrugged "It works, you know, it helps to move on... In fact, this is what you should do; you should go out, pick someone, take them to my flat and fuck them on Ivar's bed" 

You couldn't help the burst of laugher that brought tears to your eyes. Hvitserk looked amused. 

"I'm serious, that should teach that asshole a fucking lesson, he needs it" 

"I miss him" you muttered when the laughter died down "I texted him" 

You couldn't see it, but Hvitserk sighed and rubbed his eyes. He moved then, startling you when he laid down next to you, hugging you softly. It made you smile. 

"You need to stop, Y/N" he whispered then, and the lump in the throat came back "You really need to move on, you're amazing, and there's so many people in the world that deserves you much more than my stupid brother"

"I know" you sighed "But I want him" 

Hvitserk hummed. He knew the feeling. He also knew you'd get over it, with time, but now it was difficult. 

"That's why you need to go out there and enjoy your youth, Y/N" he drank from the bottle again, making you laugh "Get drunk, have sex and stop living like you're fifty and getting over your second divorce"

"Sounds easy when you say it" you giggled turning around to face him. 

"You just need to do it" he muttered. Your eyelids already felt heavy, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ivar. You didn't even know why, Ivar and Hvitserk didn't really look alike, but in that moment you saw him, his deep blue eyes staring at you, his pouty lips, his cute nose... Even that nervous expression he had whenever the two of you were alone. Your heart started beating faster and faster, and you felt his arms around you. You could even smell him. Oh, gods, you missed him so much. You would give anything, your own life, just to be able to kiss him again, even if it was for the last time. 

So you just leant in and kissed him. 

He kissed you back, but that kiss didn't feel like Ivar's... This one was much more rushed, it was good but... It lacked Ivar's passion and intensity. It wasn't the same. 

Anyway, you kept kissing him, as his hands roamed up and down your body. You might knew you were kissing Hvitserk, but decided to ignore it. Maybe he was right and you just needed someone to move on. 

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Ivar just glared at his phone. He had been glaring at it for the past two hours, since Freydis left, saying she was meeting some friends that night. Then he checked his phone and he nearly dropped it when he saw your name on his screen. Why were you texting him now? He thought you hated him. It was easier that way. 

He rubbed his face, groaning and laying back on his bed. His legs hurt so much that day... No matter how many painkillers he had taken, how much he rested. He was feeling like someone just ran over him with a truck. 

Hvitserk didn't come home either. Not that it made a difference. The long nights they spent drinking cheap beer and talking about family and life were long forgotten. They weren't as close now. He was probably fucking someone he just met, or getting drunk. Did he mention he'd go to your house to see you? Maybe. Ivar had stopped listening whenever your name came up, trying to avoid that rage he felt the last time he saw you, getting all cozy and giggly with Alfred. The fucking Alfred. 

You always insisted he was only a friend, but he knew better, if he hadn't left you for Freydis, you'd probably have ended up leaving him for Alfred. He was better for you anyway. 

Hi Ivar. Are you okay? 

Why did you care? Were you thinking about him and suddenly wanted to know if he was okay? Did anyone say anything to you? 

He had to hold back a smile when he saw your profile picture. It was you in Iceland, hugging one of the huskies Floki had on his house in Skógar. Freki, the husky you had fallen in love with, was infatuated with you, too, and Ivar found very amusing how he would follow you anywhere, trying to get your attention. It reminded him of himself, actually, annoyed when you diverted your attention to something that wasn't him. Ivar had a serious talk with the dog, explaining him that he wasn't allowed to get into bed with you, let alone cuddle you in your sleep, the only living being that could do that was Ivar.

He took that picture one morning you decided to take Freki for a walk. The husky had been so excited to see you that he had knocked you down to the floor, making you laugh. The picture had you looking at the camera, hugging Freki as he tried to lick your cheek. 

When he locked his phone again, the warm tingling on his chest disappeared. It made him sigh, closing his eyes. Freydis was perfect, wasn't she? She was beautiful, sweet, she loved him. She made him understand he was special, that he needed no one but her. 

She was perfect. She was the one, and she loved him as much as he did, she always said it. At least a few times a day, she smiled sweetly and said that she loved him, so that meant she loved him, right? You didn't say it that much. But then again, you would have never left him alone knowing he was in pain. 

Shaking his head, he unlocked his phone again and wrote a quick text. 

Yeah, thanks. 

Then he deleted your number. He didn't want to see that photo with Freki, smiling at him, he didn't want to think about you or about what you would have done. You weren't part of his life anymore. 

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I hope I didn’t forget anyone :( if I did please tell me

[yunhohoe]

Pairing: Mingi x Reader

Warnings: Smoking; Swearing; guns and violence and injury; just some pretty intense moments in general;  y/n’s boyfriend is super toxic and unhealthy; fingering; nipple play; unprotected sex; main character death. (Kindly let me know if I missed anything you think should be added)

Genre: ANGST; Smut

Rating: M

Word count: 11k

Summary:  Jobs like this were never easy.  Your boyfriend Blue was an asshole and you didn’t particularly like your work. But, Blue’s best friend Mingi who always tagged along always made the moments more enjoyable.                   One day a job gone wrong sends the two of you to eachothers arms.

a/n: Hiii this is my first ever Ateez fic please go easy on meee.  If there are confusing parts it is likely going to make sense in the end! This is a story with a twist :)

You were rudely pulled from your sleep by a persistent ringing of your cell phone.

Your hand shot to where it sat next to your pillow.  Grabbing it and seeing that it was your boyfriend calling you groaned and quickly swiped to send it straight to voicemail.

Talking to Blue first thing in the morning had always been a pain, he always had something to complain about, usually involving something that you’d done the day before.

You got out of bed and made your way to the shower, your phone buzzed in your hand at least five times and you did your best to ignore it.  You knew it was Blue spamming question marks or asking why you aren’t picking up.

You let your phone buzz the entire time you showered, almost purposefully taking your time, you knew you had time.  He wasn’t coming to pick you up until 9:00.

You let your hands run all over your body as you rinsed off your favorite body wash, taking in the moment before you had to start a day that had been giving you anxiety for a long time.

When you’d been told a year ago that you’d be given an opportunity to be a part of this program you almost didn’t believe it to be real.  

Even though Blue would be there, (despite him being your pick of partner you really couldn’t stand the guy) you said yes.  

You said yes for one reason.

Song Mingi.

Blue’s best friend.

Yes.  You knew it was wrong that you had always had the biggest crush on your boyfriend's best friend but he was everything Blue wasn’t in all the best ways.

Blue was a coward.  Not in the way of getting scared of spiders or ghosts or things.  But in the way you knew he’d throw anyone under the bus to save himself if needed, even you.

Mingi was never a coward, while you’d seen him let out a cute scream at a spider or two, you had trusted him with your life.  You would trust him with anything.

And it’d been far too long since you’d seen that face…

So you agreed, and here you were, putting on your red lipstick in the mirror.  You only wore red lipstick on special occasions and this was definitely to be one.  

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Once you had gotten ready head to toe in your best you walked out the front door of your apartment building and made your way to the bustling front where taxis were leaving as fast as they arrived.

This city definitely didn’t ever stop.

It had always been going going going…

Just like you.  Since the day you were born you’d kept pushing forward at a relentless pace, and here you were, staying in one of the most luxurious apartments in the city, paying for it with money you made.

Well…

“Are we doing this or not y/n? Did you go fucking deaf overnight?”

Blue.

You sighed and turned to see him yelling at you from the driver's seat of his flashy car.

It was a bright shade of teal, four seater car with purple coloring misted over it in spots almost too subtle to see.  When the sun caught the paint the right way it lit up with the glitter mixed in and could get almost blinding.  Inside was a blue haired man that never ceased to turn heads.  It was much like the way you dressed head to toe in glamorous jewelry, your bright red shorts that matched your lipstick were far too short and shifted many glances their way.

You’d really missed dressing up this much.  You only ever did when you were going to a job, it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to draw attention to yourself in your line of work. (though it had come in handy as a distraction a few times.)

But, you couldn’t help it, and neither could Blue.  Maybe that's why despite all of the toxicity in your relationship you stayed together.  You hung well on eachothers arms.

You hopped into the driver's seat and were instantly pulled into a sloppy wet kiss with an intruding tongue.  You did your best not to gag and gave him a fake but believable smile as you pulled away.

“You’re making us late.” He grumbled and put his car into drive, he sped up so fast the wheels of the car skidded on the pavement and you were off.

You had to admit, while this was far from your first gig you could never escape the heavy beating of your heart that kicked in once you were on your way.

The interior of Blue’s car was just as extra as him.  All black leather with blue lights places perfectly throughout the car to light it up in a cool hue.  The deep blue reflected off Blue’s short but scruffy turquoise blue hair, giving it some more depth than it had when he was out of the car.

He did seem cooler when he drove..

Maybe that's another reason why despite his constant harsh words you were drawn to him.

You met him on a job where he was the driver, and the two of you had been tangled up with each other on and off ever since.

The car skidded to a stop and you felt your seatbelt click to halt you from falling too far forward.

You turned to Blue to glare at him for his rough driving but he wasn’t looking at you.  He had a giant smile on his face as he waved almost childishly out the window.

Now realizing where you were you sucked in a silent gasp and quickly tugged down the mirror on the visor above you to make sure your hair and makeup were still alright.

You wiped a little bit of lipstick that Blue had smudged under your lips and shoved the visor back up as if nothing had happened.

You took in a deep breath this time, your heart pounding out of your chest, you swore it might actually give you a heart attack.

The bubbling warmness was coming up from your stomach to your throat until you couldn’t stop yourself from saying his name.  

“Mingi!” you yelled out of the car window to him.

The tall man approaching your car silently now ducked down a bit to meet your eyes and gave you his signature body melting smile and a tiny wave that he kept close to his body.

Unlike you and Blue, Mingi wasn’t flashy.  He was still friendly, and certainly could turn heads in his own way.  

But it was almost like he knew he didn’t need to try.   You wished you could feel more confident to be like that, effortlessly attractive, the kind of hot that makes you turn heads even when…

“You look like that's what you rolled out of bed wearing!” Blue scolded Mingi as he hopped into the back seat.

“Wow, I’m already being attacked? I’ve been here two seconds.” Mingi dramatically feigned being deeply offended.  

Though, he likely *was* wearing what he woke up in.  The man was in grey plaid pajama like sweatpants and an oversized plain black hoodie, his hair that had been dyed bright red at one point was now a pale and faded orange and he looked like he needed a couple extra hours of sleep.

But god.  Was he the most perfect sight on the eyes.  Even Blue, despite his asshole personality couldn’t help but love the man in a way you’d never seen him love anyone, even you.

They’d been best friends since grade school and when you started dating Blue you’d realized they were a package deal.

It always blew your mind how such polar opposite people could become friends.  Mingi was kind where Blue was cruel, and Mingi was strong where Blue was weak.

You couldn’t help but kick yourself for sitting in the front seat that day years ago with Blue instead of getting in the backseat with Mingi.

Damn him and his flashy hair, and damn you and your addiction to shiny things, despite how poisonous they might be.

“You look just fine Mingi.” You giggled.

“Thank you.” He lifted his chin up jokingly and smugly.  You chuckled and tried your hardest not to study his adorable features and make it obvious that you had some feelings here…

How could such polar opposite people become best friends?

Maybe they weren’t totally opposite, because they did share one thing in common, the same thing that you also had in common with them.

“So where did the app say to meet up?”

*Crimson Rexcruit*

The app each of you had on your phones.

The app you had met them through.

“There's supposed to be two more meeting us at the City Bank.” Blue mumbled off the last bit.

“Wait…” you felt maybe due to the mumbling you’d misheard.

Mingi as well had a confused expression on his face, leaning forward to put his head closer to the front seat.

“I’m sorry.  Did you say City Bank? As in the largest bank in the city.  As in the most guarded bank in the city?” He questioned his friend.

Blue simply nodded.

You felt your blood turn to ice and you were stiff in your seat.

“Um...Blue...That's not in our grade?” Your voice was almost a squeak.

The way the app worked was you had to have someone else with a high enough grade on the app to vouch for you.  Once you had that you could unlock parts of the app that allowed you to take low level jobs with low pay until you got enough good reviews to move higher.  You and your group had always hovered around the level of small gas station robberies, usually when no one was there, or only one attendant.  

Mingi usually went in with whoever the app told you to meet up with.  Blue was your getaway driver, and you were the lookout and distraction if needed.

It had always worked smoothly,it required little planning, and had almost become routine.

This bank robbery was jumping quite a few levels above what you were used to.

“It is now.” He said shortly, not taking his eyes off the road as he drove.

When you join a ‘Crew’ through the app you are required to appoint a leader, and your leader was Blue.  The leader would get a lot of details about your jobs that the other crew members wouldn’t, it was to help with deniability and keeping information from getting around.  But, damn did it get annoying when Blue kept things from you.

You rolled down your window a crack, remembering that Blue always kept a pack of cigarettes in his center console of his car.  You went to grab for one and it was slammed shut almost pinching the tips of your fingers inside.

You yelped out a high pitched gasp and held your hand close to your chest.

Blue still looked at the road but one hand had left the steering wheel and was holding the console lid shut.

“Thought you quit.” He snapped.

You looked back to Mingi who was silent but obviously trying his hardest not to get involved, shifting his gaze out the window as if he couldn’t hear the two of you. He wasn’t one to get nervous or stand down.  To anyone but Blue that is.  

It was unfortunate because you knew that Mingi was the only one Blue would listen to.

“Well you’re really making me want one.” you said coldly, pissed off for a few reasons now.

“Oh well.  There's not many left anyways and you always smoke two in a row for some reason.” He seemed to mock you for your habit.

“She can have one of mine.” Mingi offered from the back.  Apparently now not pretending he wasn’t listening to the entire conversation.

“Thank you Mingi.” You sang smiling at him, unbuckling and turning all the way around in your seat so that your ass was almost poking against the windshield.

Blue cussed under his breath and seemed to debate on pushing you back into your seat.

You leaned into the backseat, opening your mouth with a slight smirk on your face, pleased that Blue wasn’t getting his way this time.

Mingi seemed to part his lips slightly along with you, staring at the space between yours.

His eyes locked onto the way your tongue slightly rolled behind your teeth as you waited for him to stop fumbling his fingers over the pack he was pulling out of his hoodie pocket and put the cigarette in your mouth.

His eyes only darted down for a quick second as he pulled one out, they were back to your lips like a magnet as he reached his hand out to place the cigarette between your lips.  

You felt a place in the not too far back of your mind wish that instead of pulling his hand back away after that he’d let it linger, let a finger trail the border of your lips, tracing the red to memorize with his fingers the way he was with his eyes.

But, instead he quickly pulled away and relaxed back into his seat.  He smiled a thin toothless smile at you, as if to say ‘our transaction here is done now.’

Which it was.

That didn’t make it less frustrating though. You didn’t huff though.  You were used to bottling it all up, and you’d come to terms long ago with the fact that Mingi would never be yours.

Blue was who you had chosen, and he did have things about him that were positives to being his.

He was richer than Mingi.  Being the leader came with an extra cut of the pay each job since he would be the one to get the highest charges if caught.  It was fair, and none of you had ever argued it.

Blue was good in bed.  Not that you didn’t imagine Mingi to be either…

But, you couldn’t really complain there.  He liked to toss you around, and you liked to be tossed around.

You settled back into your seat and caught Blue giving you a sulky glance.  You pretended not to notice and instead of addressing what would likely turn into a fight, you grabbed the lighter set in the cupholder.  You lit your cigarette, tossing the lighter back into the cupholder without care, causing it to bounce down back out and down onto the floor.

Not caring to pick it up either you rolled down your window a bit more, letting the breeze carry the smoke out of the car.

Why was your heart still beating so fast? You knew how these jobs went, you knew how this job would go.  Right?

It was quiet for a long time.  

Blue usually liked to turn up his music and get hyped up before a job, so you took to just staring out the window as you smoked.

You caught a glimpse of mingi in the car’s rear view mirror.  He was looking at you.

Instead of looking away from being caught staring, he stuck out his tongue goofily.  You chuckled and coughed a bit on the hit you had been taking in.

Cute.  

He was always so cute.

More seconds passed, or was it minutes?

You didn’t remember the drive to the bank taking this long…

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Finally your car was parked by a side door that you were told would be left unlocked for your crew and the two solo Crimson Rexruit users.

They came in a second car and were to assist Mingi with the robbery and they would take the money to the client that put the job out.  

Your team never dealt with transporting the money, your money always promptly got distributed by your job title and deposited into your accounts by the app after the client received their money.

“Okay. I’ll go stand out and wait for the-” Mingi started.

“Wait.” Blue cut him off.  Uncharacteristically he gulped, and his hands fidgeted on the steering wheel, though he’d already parked the car.  He took a deep breath in and chuckled.

“So I’m actually going in with you this time.  We need four for the job inside and they’d only hire five people.” Blue explained, then turned to you. “You’re gonna have to drive.”

“Excuse me?”

Though it was your thoughts exactly, it was Mingi’s voice that spoke.

Blue turned around as much as he could in his seat to face his best friend.

“She can do this and be look out.  It’ll be fine.” though nothing in Blue’s nervous tone made you feel like everything was fine.  Blue never went in...and this was going to be his first job inside?  

“We all already have enough money to live the rest of our lives happily.” your hand shot out to Blue’s leg.  “You know we don’t *have* to do this…” you tried to reason with him.  You knew it was a lost cause, but you couldn’t help but try.

Once Blue had something on his mind there was no way anyone could stop him.  Except maybe…

“Mingi?” you whipped your head around to face him, hoping that he could yell some sense into his friend.

“I-...” He seemed to debate in his mind for a while.  “If it's what the app told him…” he shrugged “We’ll be fine.” he gave another thin unsure smile.

You sighed.  It was worth a shot.

“Okay.”

Blue and Mingi got out of the car and you moved over into the driver's seat, adjusting it for yourself and rolling the window down all the way while they spoke with the other men that had just arrived.

Your boyfriend walked over to the window and pulled you into another cringeworthy kiss.  

“I’ll be back in no time baby.” he winked at you. You smiled, looking him up and down before he walked away.

He really was something else.  While you didn’t particularly like him much, you never would wish harm on him.  Your stomach had already been in knots before you had learned he’d be going in as well.  It was almost impossible to handle the feeling that came after.

Mingi next walked over to you, bending down and resting his elbows on the ledge of the open window.

“I’ll look after him.” Mingi smiled. “Won’t take my eyes off him.”

You nodded, “I know you’ll look after him.” of course he will.  As much as Blue loved Mingi, Mingi loved him right back.  

His eyes narrowed into a different expression, and he started to almost speak but instead shut his lips tightly, as if to completely block any words from slipping out.  Mingi pulled out another cigarette from his pack, surprising you and causing you to jump a bit as he boldly just placed it between your lips.

“You never had your second one.” He chuckled

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in.  It almost caused the cigarette to fall from your lips to your lap.

“Oh yeah.” You muttered, the stick between your lips muffling your words, “s’been a while.”

He then smiled with a nod and stood up, patting the top of the car before starting to walk away.

“Mingi!” You yelled out. The unlit cigarette not saved from its fall this time.

He instantly spun back around and raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah y/n?”

He spoke your name so beautifully.  So clearly like cool water hitting your throat on a hot day.

You almost forgot what you were going to say, smiling goofily for a moment as a smile grew on his face in return.

“You stay safe too.” you spoke.

He chuckled and nodded, sticking his hands in his hoodie pocket.  

“I will, don’t worry.” he winked.  

You felt your heart flutter just before it sank. He pulled a gun from his hoodie pocket to show you.  Flashing it just for a moment before returning it and leaving his hands into stay.

He smirked and returned to where Blue and the other men were talking.

Mingi never carried a gun…

He hadn’t known this job would be different…

Why the *fuck* did he have a gun?

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You waited for far too long.  The unlit cigarette sitting under your lap motionless.  Just like you.

Your hands were gripped on the steering wheel so tightly your fingers hurt.  But it was the only thing distracting you from what you knew what was to come.

Any second the door they all went in would open and you’d need to make sure your foot was on the pedal as fast as you could to get your crew out of there.

It was just taking so long.

Did it really take that long?

The anxiety was getting too much to handle and you remembered the cigarette in your lap.  

Your hands were so shakey you could barely bring it to your lips, but it made it there in time.

You went to grab for the lighter in the cup holder and upon your hand only hitting plastic you remembered you’d dropped it on the floor on the passenger seat.

You leaned over to rummage around, not seeing it anywhere and figuring it must’ve gone under the seat you started to go to move it back…

And at that moment the sound of the metal door being swung open echoed out in the alley you were parked in with a loud bang, causing you to jump up and hit your head on the underside of the dashboard.

You quickly say up in a panic.

After that was only the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement as fast as they could.

The passenger side door was flung open and a panicked Mingi hopped inside.

In his arms was a giant duffle bag, and on his hands was…

“Mingi is that blood?” Your jaw hung open.

“Fucking drive y/n.” he hissed in a stern tone you’d never before that day heard from him.

“B-Blue?” You stuttered out your lower lip trembling.

“DRIVE!” he screamed, slamming a hand on the dashboard so loudly that your foot smashed onto the gas without you even meaning to.   The car jerked forward and you just kept going.

It seemed like your body had decided from here on out to autopilot.  

Everything seemed like it was moving forward faster than it ever had in your life.  This city certainly moved fast but the distance between you and wherever Blue was right now was growing faster.

You didn’t seem to be running from anyone so once you got a few blocks over you started going the speed limit and tried your best to blend into traffic in Blue’s flashy car while a bloody Mingi sat wide eyed and silent beside you.  

He was trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down but seemed to be struggled to get one out without it getting caught in his throat.

You drove and drove for what felt like an hour, pulling into the driveway of a house a few towns over you’d stayed at a few times with Blue on vacation.  He didn’t own it or anything, yet the keys did happen to be on Blue’s keychain.  He’d managed to snag himself a print of it the last time you’d stayed there.

For some reason it was the place your body had just brought you to.

And you felt then that it was lucky it had.  There were no cars parked out front and all of the lights were turned off.  It looked extremely vacant.

You parked and rushed over to Mingi’s side of the car, opening his door frantically.

“Are you hurt?”

He was clutching the duffle bag tightly, lightly knocking his head against it while muttering.

“Mingi!” you spoke quietly but sternly.

He shook his head against the bag. His bloodied fingers that were locked intertwined with each other had now dried and likely smeared blood onto the bag as well.

“Then we gotta get into the house and find something to cover up this car.” You grabbed him by the arm trying to prompt him to get out of the car.

He was reluctant at first but after a few tugs nodded and let you help him out of the car.

You walked him to the door of the house, looking around double checking if you were followed.

It seemed to be in the clear, and the house was fairly secluded, probably a half mile either way before you’d see another house.  Yet, with Blue’s very stand out choice of ride, it was still better safe than sorry to find something to cover it up.

That was step two.

Step one was to get Mingi inside.

After missing the keyhole a few times you finally got the door unlocked and Mingi (without your assistance, and despite you trying to reach out to help him) stumbled over to a couch in the first room the entrance led to.  He almost fell into it, the duffle bag still clutched tightly in his arms.

“You stay there.” Your voice was scratchy, as if you’d been screaming, had you screamed at some point?

Mingi didn’t respond, eyes held shut and he laid down onto his side.

It seemed like that was him agreeing so you nodded and took to searching the house for some sort of blanket or tarp.

You found a large cover in the bathroom of the home and made your way out to the front lawn with it, glancing back to make sure Mingi was still resting on the couch.  He was, exactly how you’d left him.

As you pulled the sheet over the car you noticed a bit of blood on the dashboard where Mingi’s hand had hit.  

It was not a sight you’d ever expected to see.  It was obviously something that everyone who did the things you did had to consider at some point…

But when it actually happened it made you realize you had never *really* thought through the consequences of what your Crew was doing.

The realness of the danger was a lot different than the rush and thrill of getting away with it.  There wasn’t anything sexy about this moment, not like all the other times where the adrenaline had you and Blue ripping each other's clothes off the minute you walked into the door after a job.

Blue...

No.  This felt more like being sick, every kind of sick you’d ever felt all at once.  

You hurried to finish getting the car covered and sped back into the house.

“Mingi?” you called out to the man still motionless on the couch.

He remained silent, squeezing the bag closer to his chest.

“Mingi where's Blue?” You walked over to him, kneeling down next to him.  

He winced at his friend's name, shook his head, and rolled over away from you.

As always, no one tells you anything.  Even when it could be life or death.

This time you decided to make a huff.  It was immature of you but you weren’t quite in control of your emotions.

You stood up and ripped the duffle bag from his arms, tossing it across the room.

Almost in the same moment, as if to replace the loss of the duffle bag, Mingi’s arm shot out at you.  His hand to your waist pulling you down, causing you to lose balance and topple onto the couch on top of him.

He shifted himself to make room for the two of you and brought you in tightly, even tighter than he’d been holding that bag.  

Now he started to sob.

You’d never seen Mingi cry, let alone anyone cry with such a raw and rough outpouring of emotion.

His hands now started to scramble across your back, his full body shaking as he sobbed, and your hands running through his hair until the two of you drifted off to an unintentional sleep.

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You couldn’t help but notice the way every curve of Mingi’s body was pressed up against you when you woke up a couple hours later.

His pajama pants not  leaving much of a barrier between himself and the shorts you were wearing as he shifted his front closer to you.

As much as you wanted to press back into him…

As much as you could…

The (even) bigger situation here set in.

You sat up, almost knocking him off the couch onto the floor.

“Hm?” He mumbled at you.

“Mingi wake up.” you shook his shoulder.

As if he’d for a moment completely forgotten the events of earlier, and only saw what he thought must’ve been a dream.  A dream where you had fallen asleep next to him.  Maybe a dream he’d had many times, since he smiled fondly, and almost with a hint of familiarity.

That faded all too quickly though as the sleepiness lifted its fog on his brain.

His eyes no longer held any light, it drained instantly and he shot off the couch.  Stumbling clumsily back.  

“Fuck.” Wide eyed he pulled the gun out of his pocket.  

“I’d had that pressed against me this whole time!?” you almost screamed at him.

“The safety is…” He fumbled it over in his hands. “On...now…” he winced.

“Fuck Mingi.” you muttered, standing up and walking over to him. “Please put that thing somewhere...not here.”

He nodded with no hesitation and walked into the kitchen, putting it in one of the drawers.

When he returned he sat on the couch with his hands on his elbows and his mouth pressed firmly into his hands.

“Tell me what happened Mingi.” you sat down next to him, putting a hand on the fabric of his sweater over his bicep, feeling him flex slightly at your touch. “Please” you pleaded.

He nodded and moved his hands, sighing and shaking his head.

“It was a set up...but not for us.” He sucked a deep breath in slightly starting to tremble “  Once we were almost out of there Blue got a text.  Not from the client but from the app.  The message told him we had an option...If we killed the two solo partners we’d get their share of the money. I-” he paused “I don’t get why but Blue instantly seemed on board he just...lit up.” Mingi waved his hand over his face. “Fuck. Fuck y/n.  He wasn’t acting himself I swear.”

He was now pleading to you almost.  

“Okay…” you started to play with the hem of your shorts as you prompted him to continue.

“Y/n...he was gonna do it. He...did. Do it..” he cocked his head to the side biting down on his lip and whimpering slightly.

You sucked in.  You had known that was coming next.  You really had.

In a question of whether Blue would be capable of something like that, (while Mingi seemed to think it was out of character for him) your answer would have always been yes.  Yes he could, and yes he did.

“He took my gun out of my hands almost instantly y/n...and it was so quick.” tears now started to pool in his eyes.  He cleared his throat and took another breath. “Um...yeah.  He shot them.  Just...like that.” he blinked a few times.

“Oh…” was all you could manage to reply. It was quiet for a bit until Mingi started muttering something under his breath.  He was starting to rock back and forward slightly where he sat.

“So you left him behind?” you asked.

“Ah.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to.  Everything was just so...fast.” he muttered, standing up and leaving the room in a hurry.

You pursed your lips together, not following him right away.  Sitting with that thought again.

Blue had killed the two other partners.  Blue had killed two people.  

It wasn’t the kind of feeling that would ever be shaken.  Even sixty years from now this memory would be one of the last on your mind.

You let yourself cry a moment.  Finally.

You cried for Blue and what he’d done.  You cried for the people he’d killed and their loved ones, and those right now expecting them home.

“y/n?” Mingi’s voice called from the other room.  

“Not now Mingi.” you choked out, your emotions slowly gaining momentum.

Fluffy orange hair poked around the corner of the room, he was in the kitchen now peeking around into the living room area you sat in.

“Tea?” He wiggled a box he must’ve found in the closet, he was putting on a fake smile, it could’ve been more for himself than you,  but it helped.

You nodded, wiping the wetness from your eyes with the back of your hand.

He returned not too much later with two green mugs in his hand, setting them down on a table beside the couch.

Mingi then sat down hard next to you, shaking the couch a bit and chuckling at his clumsiness.

You smiled slightly and reached out for one of the mugs that was on the other side of him.

He caught your arm gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist and holding you for a moment, looking into your eyes with ones filled to the brim with pain.

“Um.  The tea is still pretty hot.  I wouldn’t” he explained himself, giving you your arm back.

You looked over to the steam rolling off the top of the mug.

This isn’t fun.

Why did you do this?

What was the point of any of this?

Why did you choose this…

You debated screaming out for an escape.  You knew the words you could say…

But you weren’t ready yet.  Not yet.

And then there it was.

Your reminder and reason for doing this.

Mingi smiled your way.  Maybe a bit forced still, but a completely body melting smile.

You instantly rested your head on his shoulder, wishing you could do more than that in this moment.  Begging your body to let you do more than just gently rest your head on his shoulder.

Your hand could easily move out to his knee and trail up his leg...

But not yet. As much as you knew it would help the two of you.  As much as you were 99% sure right now in this moment you both wanted more than just your head on his shoulder, it wouldn’t be right.  Not right now.

Your eyes did flash to the clock hanging on the wall for the first time in a while.  It was only 5pm.  It seemed like a week had passed since this morning.

You let more seconds pass with your head on Mingi’s shoulder, there wasn’t much else you could do.

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A few hours later Mingi was cooking you both dinner. There wasn’t much in the cabinets that hadn't expired.  No one had been here for a while.

Yet he swore he could whip something up with what he could find.

You’d chuckled and agreed to let him try while you laid out and read magazines on the couch, admiring the bright red toenail polish on your toes and wiggling your feet lost in the moment...forgetting the moment.

Until a loud clatter of pans snapped you out of it.

You jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen to find Mingi on the floor holding his hand with a pained look on his face.

“Oh my god!” you ran over to him, crouching down and pulling his hand from being held to his chest to where you could see. “You’ve burned yourself.  Here…” you stood and started to pull him up by his good arm.

“I’ve got it y/n” he hissed.  Standing up on his own and turning the faucet on.

“It didn’t look too bad. It should feel better really soon” you tried to comfort him.  A pot of half boiled noodles and water was splattered all over the floor.

“Y/n I’m so sorry…” He muttered.

“It’s just pasta.” You shrugged.

That didn’t seem to be what he was talking about.  But he simply just said, “Yeah”

“Let me wrap your hand up at least.” You figured there had to be a first aid kit somewhere in the house.

He nodded and sighed, looking down at his hand and shaking his head.

You’d never seen him so out of sorts.  Though who wouldn’t be after what he said he saw.

You wondered how he could’ve burned his hand that badly on a pot that definitely had a long handle.

It hurt to think on that curiosity for too long.   You were pretty sure the answer was one you wouldn’t like hearing.  

There was some gauze in a bathroom closet thankfully, though not much it seemed enough to wrap his hand.

You walked back out to the kitchen to see it empty.  Peeking around the corner to where the living room was you saw Mingi sitting on the couch poking at his burn with his other hand.

“Leave that alone.” You snapped.  It startled him, yet when he saw you his face softened and his body seemed to relax into the couch.

“Sorry.” he muttered.

“Here.” You sat down next to him.  You didn’t mean to sit so close, but when you sat the couch seemed to slide you close to him, assisting your body’s efforts to be as near as possible to this man.  

The side of your leg was now completely pressed against his.  It didn’t seem to miss his attention either.  

When you looked at his face there was the softest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.  You almost involuntarily gulped at how undeniably sexy his expression was.  How completely enchanting sitting this close to him was…

“H-hand.” you mumbled, holding your own hand out.

You felt the soft fabric of his hoodie now brushing against your shoulder as he moved even closer putting his hand palm up in yours.

The burn looked a bit worse than it had earlier, but seemed like it would heal alright on its own.  You couldn’t risk taking him to a hospital anyways.

Slowly you took the roll of gauze and while gently holding his hand up you started to carefully wrap it around.

You almost zoned out into your task, making sure that you were doing it just right, diligently keeping your eyes on his hand.  Well...until you were almost done and your eyes accidentally wandered up from the burn in the center of his hand to his fingers.  It seemed to take your eyes longer than you realized to study them all the way up to the tip.  Maybe you were trying to picture the feeling…

You slowly shifted your gaze up to Mingi and realized that his eyes had been locked on your face this entire time.  He’d been studying you study his hands, his lips starting to quiver as he watched you purse yours in concentration.   It’d almost seemed that he’d found it attractive the way you had been so focused on taking care of him.

Now that you were face to face you were hit with a slight embarrassment for being so close.  His face being only inches from your own.

You started to pull back from him, but his lips quickly parted and he let out a small noise in protest.

Time seemed to still.  

Maybe it had.

Maybe you were being blessed with a few more seconds to linger on that cute pout on his face.

On the way his hair was still so messy from sleeping earlier.  On the way that despite the pain in both of your eyes, despite the hurt that you’d always carry from this day...you wanted nothing more in this moment than him.

Finally.

You leaned forward to him, finally pressing a soft kiss on to his lips.  His body completely tensed up in surprise.  He held both his hand away from you as if something horrible would happen if he touched you.

Quickly you pulled back, thinking you must’ve misread the moment.

“Oh.” You brought your hand to your lips and tugged at your lower one a bit embarrassed.

“y/n.” Mingi spoke in a pained tone.

Your eyes had dropped down to your lap and you didn’t quite feel like looking back up at him.

“y/n.” this time he whispered.  That time was for him, almost like your name would soothe whatever it was he was feeling in this moment.

You jumped when you felt his fingers on your face.  He had his good hand now gently tucked under your chin, coaxing your face over to look at him.

“I’m not a good person.  I’m no better than…” he seemed to plead this at you, then let go of your chin with a sigh.

It made no sense to you.  How could he think he was a bad person.  How could he even think to start to compare himself to Blue like that.

You shook your head.

“You could never be like him Mingi.  He *killed* people.” you shuddered. “I-” you paused. “I’m sorry I kissed you.  You’re going through a lot, we both are.”

His eyes suddenly widened and now both his hands were on your face.

“No!” he almost shouted. “Fuck.”

You were being held now close enough that you could just ever so slightly lean forward and brush your lips against his again.

“I shouldn’t do this.”  He whispered, you could feel the soft breath of his voice against your skin.  

You closed your eyes for a moment and felt a warm wave wash over you.  He was so perfect and beautiful, and he was hurting so badly.

You had no idea what was really going on inside of him.  If you did maybe you wouldn’t be doing this.  Maybe you would’ve agreed.  But, then again, when the morals were put aside, neither of you could deny that not only did you both want this but…

“Mingi please.  You have no idea how many years I’ve wanted you, and I know you want me too.” you finally felt the words you’d carried for a long time lift from your chest, they were a weight gone that you’d always thought you’d die with.

He froze again, processing likely.  His lips muttered something silently.  You figured he was thinking on how he also had been ready to die with the thoughts he’d kept of you.   Like you, he had probably decided that he would settle for the small glances and giggles, and the miniscule flirtatious exchanges that Blue had always seemed to let slide.

Neither of you had ever thought anything would come of this.

But, neither of you had ever wanted anything more.

It was Mingi’s turn to put his lips to yours.  

All the air in your body seemed to leave as he almost pounced on you, pressing your back to the couch and roughly hooking one of your legs around his waist.

You were swirling with the feelings of arousal and surprise.  You felt a throb between your legs.  Yes.  If you could have anything in the world it would be this.

It would be him.

The way his pillowy lips moved against yours contrasted so starkly in comparison to Blue’s sloppy uncontrolled kisses.  Mingi kissed you like he was tasting his favorite food, savouring each moment and letting you melt into his mouth.

You had a hand tangled in his hair, his scruffy orange locks gave you quite a good handful to grip onto and you pulled his head to the side, putting your lips to the soft skin of his neck and parting your lips to suck.

He growled out at the feeling and started to grind himself against you.  Through the thin fabric of his pants you could feel the throbbing length of his cock start to grow against your leg.

He continued to hump into you, pressing you into the couch as he did and moving himself so that you could grind yourself against his leg in return.

You gasped out almost instantly when you felt his muscular thighs press into you.  You began to reflexively roll your hips against him, hoping to find some relief to the now aching need growing.

When your lips had left his neck, they gifted him with a beautiful purple mark on his skin.   You smiled at your artwork and gave it a quick peck.  

Mingi chuckled and brought his lips back to yours, giving you some more perfectly placed kisses.

He then winced and let out a hiss.  He’d started to move his injured hand down to where your bodies were still moving against each other desperately.  In the heat of the moment he’d forgotten his injury.  Shaking his head at himself he bit his lower lip and moved himself so that he could get his good hand between your legs.

He pressed two fingers against the outside of your shorts and rubbed a few times, giving you a mischievous smile as he noticed your eyes start to roll back at his touch.

He walked his fingers up to the button of your shorts, not taking long with getting it undone and unzipping them in one firm pull.

Mingi leaned down and nipped at your lower lip causing you to squeak and giggle.  His eyes sparkled back down at you,

He then moved himself to the side to get his hand in a better position, have his fingers start to tickle and play at the hem of your panties.

You felt a warm shiver bring goosebumps to the top of your skin.  You smiled up at him in amazement at his affect on you.

He also didn’t miss the effect he was having as he started to slide his fingers below that line.

It felt like a lifetime of waiting.

This.

The thing that had made it worth pushing through those jobs.  That made you keep building and growing even after everything you’d been through in your life.  

Him.

The person who held your heart so tightly when he hadn’t even known it, his eyes that held so many captured memories of you.  

Whether it was letting his eyes linger too long on the way smoke would fall from your lips as you’d stand lookout smoking your second cigarette.  The first one was always on the way there for the nerves of getting to the job.  

You snapped back to the moment when Mingi’s finger pressed firmly on your clit and started to circle.

You moaned out a soft hum and let your head fall back into the couch.  

Mingi hummed back a pleasure filled soft groan in a response to your noises, and moved his finger down to gather some of the now dripping wetness from your entrance and bring it back up to your clit, swirling it around in circles coating you in your own wetness.

Your hips bucked up into his hand, but he pressed you back down firmly.

“Stay still baby.  Let me.” He ordered, his hand now flat and held heavy to keep you from moving. “Are you gonna stay still?” he started the ever so slightly wiggle his fingers.  The small movement causing you to want nothing more to jerk your hips up again, but you obeyed.  You wanted nothing more than to please him now that you finally had him.

“Yes!” You desperately gasped out.

Mingi’s eyes were wild and while there were pained memories behind them, in the front, in this moment was lust.  You could see glazed over and excited eyes hungrily scanning and making their way from where his hand was in your shorts, and where your lips parted as you moaned for him.  

He pushed you further and further towards the high he was taking you to.  Taking turns between dipping his fingers into your soaking hole and bringing them back up to flick over your clit at a relentless pace.

“I-I’m close.” You gasped out.

He dropped his forehead to yours, and gave you a few encouraging pecks on the cheek.

“Please.” he moaned, begging to feel you cum under his fingers.

You felt him pick up his pace, his fingers rubbing against you now just where you needed them.

You bit down on your lip and tossed your head back, moaning and uttering out a mix of swears and Mingi’s name.

“Damn…” He whispered, his fingers still on you, now just slowly sliding over your sensitive nub as you twitched under him.  He gradually slowed his pace until he was lifting his hand out from your shorts, letting you come down from your orgasm.

You felt pure bliss and happiness.  There was nothing in the world besides Song Mingi.

He was now standing up and lifting his hoodie quickly up over his head.

You’d actually never seen him shirtless.  You’d always wondered and imagined…

When his shirt would slip up occasionally and you’d catch a glimpse you swore you’d get so light headed you’d end up on the floor.

So this?  For him to be standing in front of you, taking his shirt off and almost presenting himself to you with a cocky smirk.

You were lucky you were already laying down.

He tossed his hoodie and the shirt under it off to the side, now standing in front of you in only his pants that  hung far too low on his hips.

His tongue darted out quickly to wet his lower lip.

“Yeah?” He looked down at himself then back up to you.

As if he needed to ask.  How could you not find him sexy.  Every inch of him he’d revealed seemed to be just as effortlessly sexy as the rest of him.  You wouldn’t have expected anything less, but that definitely didn’t stop it from taking your breath away.

“Fuck yes.” you nodded in approval, giving him an obvious look up and down.

“Yeah, I thought so.” he smiled as he hopped back on top of you on the couch.

He slipped his hand back into your pants for a moment and rubbed you a little more, collecting some of your wetness on his fingers and bringing it up to your lips.

“Open.” he whispered his command, his eyes were heavy lidded and almost in a trance now staring at your lips with unwavering attention.

You parted them just enough for him to push his two fingers inside.  He slid them on your tongue and you closed your lips tightly around them, flicking your tongue along as you took your lips from the base of his fingers up to the tip.

He took a sharp breath in that caught in his throat, and he moved his hips needily against you hoping to find some relief for his very apparent hardness pressed to your center now.

“I want you Mingi.  I’ve always wanted you.” You spoke as he sat back on his heels on the couch to pull your shorts and panties off.  He held one of your legs up after your clothes had been tossed aside and rested it on his shoulder.  

He pressed the gentlest kiss you’d ever felt right above your ankle, then trailed his lips all the way down your leg, making you shudder and tremble at every touch.

“Mingi…” you moaned out when his lips hovered near your still dripping lips between your legs.  He didn’t stay there though, he kept moving himself up, pulling up your shirt as he left more kisses on your skin.

Your stomach twitched, getting slightly ticklish at the feeling as he kissed near your sides.  

Pulling up the fabric of your shirt further left him now with another barrier still as he reached your bra.

His hands made a quick job of unhooking your bra and fully tossing the rest of your clothes aside.  His burn still wrapped but the pain apparently ignored and pushed aside by his want.

He excitedly breathed out a “There.” and dove his head down taking one of your nipples into his  mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck!” You hissed out, your hands shooting to his hair and holding him close to you.

“Sensitive nipples baby?” He pulled his mouth off you just slightly to speak.

“Mmm.” Was your only reply, and you tried to push his head back down onto you, needing to feel him more.  He delivered exactly what you wanted with a breathy chuckle, making your nipple back into his mouth, his good hand was on your other breast, now taking that nipple between two fingers and lightly pinching.

You yelped out and squirmed with pleasure under his touch.  

“Fuck me already Mingi!” you almost growled, grabbing his hair and pulling his head off of you and facing you.

You didn’t think you could take another second without feeling him inside of you.  

His hand left your tits and scurried to the hem of his pants at your order. His eyes were excited and surprised at your intensity, but he seemed to be extremely turned on by it, and started to comply with your request right away.

He seemed to sigh with relief as he pulled his pants down and let his cock spring free.  He took himself in his hand and moved a few shallow pumps around the base of his shaft before moving to position himself at your hole.

“I’ve imagined this so many times…” he whispered, pausing and moving the head of his cock up and down against you.  Your hips seemed to move up towards him on their own power, hearing that like you he’d imagined this moment over and over was music to your ears.

“Fuck me now Mingiiii” you whined out.

Finally he lowered his head to rest next to yours, burying himself in your neck and burying his cock fully into you in the same motion.

You gasped out at the sudden feeling.  

He didn’t wait long before moving.  Your walls clenched around him as he picked up his pace and your nails were scraping against his back before you knew it.

You hooked both of your legs around his waist giving him a position to move deeper inside of you.  He took what you gave him and started to pound into you at a pace that had you unable to hold back your moans, they had now turned almost to screams of pleasure.

Mingi made his own beautiful noises, grunts and groans that you’d be committing to memory forever.

You wished that this moment could last forever..

But, as he started to roll his hips into you now at the most desperate and careless pace so far, you knew he was close to his finish.

“y/n…” he whined out needily before biting down on your shoulder and thrusting himself into a few more rough times.

You could feel the warmness of his cum filling you up as he stilled.  He gasped out a soft “F-fuck” as his cock twitched and emptied every last drop that you were milking out of him, slowly moving your hips while he reveled in the moment of his orgasm.

He pulled out of you and rolled to his side next to you, clutching you tightly and bringing you to his chest.  His eyes shut and he was muttering something too quiet to hear against the top of your head.

He looked so peaceful, and happy, like a man who’d never been touched by all the cruel things that this world had to offer.   Like a Mingi that you wished could stay with you for the rest of your life.

Like the Mingi you wished that he really was.

The second cigarette was while you stood waiting, it was for the nerves of Mingi’s safety.

Every time that goofy smiling man went into one of the buildings your crew was told to show at, you feared for his life.

You’d never asked him or Blue why they got onto Crimson Rexcruit.  It was sort of customary not to ask.  They’d never asked you why you joined.

You wouldn’t have minded if they did.  It was pretty simple for you.  You wanted money, and you didn’t really have many skills, but you craved shiny things.

Blue seemed to fall into the same boat as you, he loved all of the flashy and pretty things that came with the money crime brought in, and all of his talents aligned well with this line of work.

Mingi though you never understood.  

Why would such a sweet, well mannered and kind person take up a life of stealing and...whatever else it was he did that you didn’t want to think about when he went into jobs.

You didn’t like to watch in on him, keeping your eyes to the outside, making sure you could tip the crew off if things seemed off or cops were on their way.

That didn’t mean you weren’t curious, curious about the man that Mingi turned into that would get him to force a cashier to hand over their entire store’s safe.

Did he scream? You’d never heard him scream…

Not before today that was.

Did he threaten them?

Did he always bring that gun…

“Mingi?” you asked softly to the man nuzzling his head against you.  You reached out to play with a few strands of his hair.

“Yes?” he mumbled into you.

*Ask him why he brought the gun…*

“Where do you think Blue is…”

Mingi’s body tensed up, he stopped nuzzling against you.

“I-” he bit down hard on his lower lip and shut his eyes. “Can’t we just have this moment?”

*of course we can.  Please let's stop this and just have this moment*

“No...I need to know Mingi.” your voice spoke.

He slowly sat up, pulling himself back into his pants.  You sat up with him, tugging a knit blanket that was hanging from the back of the couch and wrapping yourself in it.  It was itchy against your skin, but you’d shivered the moment Mingi’s touch left you.

“Y/n…” His hands were balled into tight fists, you were scared he might break a finger.

*Tell him it's okay.  Tell him he doesn’t need to worry about this right now.*

“Please Mingi, tell me what happened...all of it.” your voice spoke sternly.

Mingi’s head snapped right to you, and he let the words just fly out.

“I shot him.  He’s dead, I shot him.” his tone was emotionless but his hands were shaking so hard…

*reach out and grab him*

“You...what…” your voice was wavering now.

“I went to grab the gun from him after he shot the two men...I- it happened so fast...we were both screaming...I was telling him to give it to me and somehow we got on the ground…” now he was falling apart, choking on every word. “He had the gun pointed to my fucking head.  He had his finger on the fucking trigger and he said ‘They told me I could kill all of you and walk out of here, you owe me your life asshole’ he screamed it and...I wasn’t even thinking.” He buried his hands in his hair and tugged down hard. “Damnit.” he muttered “I turned it on him, then I grabbed it and fucking turned it on him...and just...shot…”

You were like a statue in place, your blood might have even stopped flowing, your heart definitely stopped beating.

That...didn’t sound like Mingi.

Mingi would’ve thrown away the gun.

“Wh-” You trembled, not able to bring out anything more.

“You don’t understand what it's like when you’re in there y/n.” he sucked in a wavering breath, trying to collect himself but speaking in a raspy voice. “It’s like you’re in survival mode...things in your brain work a bit differently...um” he shook his head, “that's not an excuse.  Fuck. Fuck” Mingi grabbed a television remote from the table next to him and threw it at the wall angrily, it hit and split into a few pieces, the batteries flying across the other side of the room.

‘ *Hold him. Please.  Let me reach out and hold him* ‘

“I can’t even look at you…” your voice muttered.

‘ *no…let me look at him a little longer* ‘

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick…” your voice spoke again.

Everything was spinning and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at anything but your hands in your lap.

‘ *not yet, not yet,* ‘

“Y/n. I’m so...fucking sorry.  Dammit he was my best friend. How do you think I feel?” his broken voice rang in your ears, yet you still didn’t look up at him.

A loud clock started to tick in your ears, it thumped louder than your heart was beating in your chest.

‘ *not yet, please not yet,* ‘

If you could do anything to turn back time…

To change things, to make this moment anything but what it was…

‘ *Tell him you love him.* ‘

Louder than everything you’d heard today was the knock on the door, and the voice that yelled out.

“Police! Open up! You’re surrounded!”

You turned to face Mingi in horror, watching as he snapped into action running to the kitchen and grabbing the gun from the drawer he’d stashed it in.

“Mingi wait you don’t have to-” You gasped out, grabbing his arm as he rushed frantically back into the living room with you.

He looked crazed, an opposite man to the one cuddled to your side only moments ago.

*Ask him why he brought the gun*

He nervously fumbled with the safety on the gun and then turned to you.

“Get the fuck in the other room.” He was serious and stern, his eyes were pleading.

‘*Let me stay with him. Please. Please.*’

The voice outside the door yelled out again.

“We’re coming in!” It boomed out in warning.

“I said GO!” Mingi screamed, his whole body shaking with the force of his words.

There was a crash of something hitting the front door.

You had your eyes on Mingi, and he had his wide nervous eyes on the door as he raised his gun, held it out in front of him towards where the noise had come from.

And time stood still.

The world went quiet. All except for a sob that ripped through your throat as you fell to your knees.

“PLEASE!” you screamed out.  Finally the voice that had been in your head begging to be let out was speaking.  “Mingi I love you!”

He was still frozen, holding the gun out in front of him.  In front of him the door was hung in mid air, it had been busted through by the police and you could see the start of a leg that had begun to push its way into the house before everything stopped.

“Let me tell him I love him.” your hands were pressed to the floor grasping at nothing as you sobbed.

A voice echoed in the room.

“You know we can only let you do things that were in your memories.”

“I know...but can’t we try?” you pleaded, staring at the ceiling, not quite sure where to direct your attention.

“No,  It's impossible.” it spoke in monotone.

You took one last look at the beautiful troubled man in front of you, studying every last image, photographing his eyes, his lips, his hands, even though they were clutching that gun.

The gun that you will never even at your dying breath be able to figure out why he had on him that day.

You’d hoped to also find a bit of clarity here for that.

But, like it had been all your life, it would stay a mystery to you.

It seemed like you’d only blinked and you were back in a blindingly white room.  

The beeping of monitors clicked everywhere around you.

“Hello y/n.  Welcome back.” The voice from inside the room spoke to you.  It belonged to a man in a white coat who stood over you now.  

He reached down to your arm and started to check the chords and tubes you were hooked up to.

Your arm…

You looked down to see the wrinkled and aged skin that had seen many many years after that day, but had never forgotten what it felt like to touch Mingi.

Mingi had died that day, almost seconds after that last moment you saw him. The police had seen the gun in his hands and there was no hesitation.

You had cowered on the ground beside him, holding him as long as you could.. It had taken two officers to pull you off of his body.

“I’m sorry that It didn’t get to be everything you wanted…” The doctor spoke, his hand hovering over a blue button.  “Are you still ready?”

Was it everything you wanted?

No...not quite.

But life never really was.  That didn’t make the good parts any less enjoyable.

“Yes. I’m ready.  I got to see his face one last time.”

The doctor nodded, “You’ve had a hell of a life y/n.”

You felt a warm smile grow on your face and you shut your eyes, relaxing back into your bed.

Mingi’s body melting smile flashed one last time in your mind.

“Yeah, I really have.”

[sweetheartyoongi]

Super Junior Scenario: Shirts

Leeteuk: supreme MC has been signed on for another variety show, and you get to tag along to the first episode taping. You’re both in his dressing room when wardrobe comes in to try and figure out what Lewk™️ would be best. He tries on outfit after outfit, mixing and matching all sorts of tops, bottoms, and accessories. It’s fun to watch...for a while, but fashion shows are only enjoyable for so long. When he and his dressers are preoccupied, you sneak over to the reject rack and play dress up on your own. You’re enjoying yourself so much you don’t notice your boyfriend has returned and can’t take his eyes off of you. You finally notice his stare in the mirror as you’re in a large printed dress shirt. Before you can defend your actions, he moves closer, wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss on your temple.

“I love when you wear the things I wear,” he whispers in your ear.

Heechul: “Come on, we’re going to be late!” You exclaim.

“No,” your boyfriend retorts from the closet, “I don’t look beautiful yet!” You roll your eyes. You were just going to meet some of his friends for a casual dinner, you have no idea why he has to look any special way. Heck, you’re wearing one of his hoodies, that’s how nonchalant this outing is.

“You look beautiful in anything, honey, so just pick something please.” After a few more minutes that felt more like an eternity he walks into the living room, finally dressed. You’re so excited to go you almost didn’t notice what he was wearing - an oversized hot pink shirt that’s extremely familiar because it’s yours. Sharing clothes was common in your relationship, but it had never really gone both ways before now.

“Is that my top?” You ask.

He points to your outfit, “Is that my top?”

“I think it’s cute on me.”

“And I think this is beautiful on me. Now let’s go, you’re making us late.”

Yesung: it’s your seventh date (not that he’s counting or anything), and the first one taking place at his home. You’re cooking together, and he’s insanely nervous, so you turn on some music and start dancing around to try and calm his nerves. However, he’s not always the most coordinated dancer...and before he can stop it, he’s bumped into you while you’re holding a pot of sauce. Obviously the sauce gets on your top, and Yesung’s not sure what’s redder - the stain or his cheeks. He can’t think of what to say, so he just reacts instead, and runs to his room, returning with the first shirt he could find. You nod in thanks, and leave to change. Yesung is head in hands mortified, and it breaks your heart to see when you come back.

You pull him into a hug, and hope to cheer him up by asking, “Was this just a ploy to get me in your clothes?”

He eyes you in his shirt before mumbling “No but I’m not mad about it.” You laugh at his cheeky reply, which in turn makes him smile.

Shindong: as we know, he has a history of people borrowing his shirts, and it’s not a terribly positive one. Moving forward, he vowed to let people know when he didn’t want them doing it anymore. And he’s fully ready to now, in his hotel room during tour, when he sees that one of his favorite shirts is missing. He’s about to storm into Donghae’s room (number one repeat offender) and demand it back, when you walk out from the shower wearing the clothing in question. The way it hangs off of your body, your wet hair dripping onto the shoulders, leaves Shindong speechless.

“Something wrong?” you ask. He chuckles softly and shakes his head.

“No, you just look really cute.” He still won’t tolerate his shirts being taken, but for you, maybe he could make an exception.

Eunhyuk: “We’re just going to have to go through it, you know.”

Unfortunately your boyfriend’s right. Walking to the restaurant seemed like a good idea at first, but now that it’s pouring rain and you have no umbrella or coat, you have regrets. The fact that you’re in a fitted white top isn’t ideal either. But you just sigh, grasp your boyfriend’s, and brave the storm. To say you both are absolutely drenched once returning to his place is an understatement. It’s also an understatement to say seeing you in your wet white shirt doesn’t completely thrill Eunhyuk. He’s about to take you in his arms but you quickly run to his room to dry off and change. You come back out, now in one of his comfy hoodies, and are instantly pulled into his embrace.

“Only you would find something sexier than a wet shirt,” he says before capturing your lips with his own.

Siwon: he’s such a traditional guy, and the trope of his s.o. wearing his shirts turns him on makes his day. You know this, of course, and use it to your advantage. After a late night dance practice, when he’s totally sore and spent, he comes home to see you tried and failed to wait up for him on the couch. He finds your snoozing form endearing, but gently shakes you awake to get you into bed. When you open your eyes and see his handsome face you smile and sit up. In doing so, your blanket falls to the floor and reveals that you’re in nothing but one of his white tshirts. The sight stirs something in Siwon, and all the aches and sores are forgotten as he throws you over his shoulder towards the bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed, mumbling a “love seeing you baby, especially like this,” while kissing your neck. You smile a devious smile. Works every time.

Donghae: “Oh come on, I just washed this one,” you sigh at your nine month old son, who had just let out a baby barf while you held him against your chest. You’re still amazed at the vile things that can come out of such a cute baby. “Okay,” You say, quickly strapping your son into his nearby bouncer, “Mommy’s going to be right back, after I burn this shirt.” Your son giggles as you quickly leave.

And of course, in that split second is when Donghae comes home. “Hey there buddy,” he coos, crouching down to kiss his son’s head, “what are you doing here all by yourself? Where’s your mom?”

“Finding something else to wear after your son so kindly puked all over my shirt.” You say as you come back into the living room, now wearing one of your husband’s many Tempus sweatshirts. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Donghae, who stands back up and tugs at his sweatshirt until you’re securely in his arms.

“You know, I think our son is lonely and wants a sibling. Maybe we should go make him one.” You playfully smack his shoulder, earning a happy babble from your son. “See? He agrees, majority rules, let’s go make another.”

Ryeowook: no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be able to hold your alcohol the way your boyfriend can, based on his composed nature and your inability to walk in one direction. You stagger into his flat, loudly recounting all the fun you had that night. “That was so fun,” you slur, unaware that your boyfriend was moving from room to room, “but it’d be way more fun if you were as shitfaced as I am.”

Ryeowook chuckles while tossing clothing at you, “I’m sure it would be. But now it’s time for bed, so get dressed.”

“Asking me to strip for you? Kinky, Wookie.” He smiles while ignoring your drabble and heads to the bedroom, getting ready for bed himself. He’s already laying down scrolling through his phone by the time you finally walk in. His breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you in his Super Show 6 tshirt.

“Planning on taking advantage of me?” You ask cheekily, incredibly aware of his lingering stare.

“If taking advantage means holding you until you inevitably need to puke, than you better believe it.” You smile and jump onto the bed.

Kyuhyun: he is obsessed with seeing you in his clothes, to the point where he will literally steal hide your clothes so you have no choice but to wear his (bc Evil Maknae is Evil). Today really isn’t the day, though, because your parents are going to stop by and the cute outfit you had planned on wearing is nowhere to be found.

“Kyuuuuuu,” you groan from your bedroom, “I’m serious, where’s my dress? I’m not answering the door in nothing but your ratty old shirt.”

From the kitchen, Kyuhyun smirks and calls back, “Keep calling my stuff ratty and see if you ever get your dress back again.” You sigh in frustration, trudging into the kitchen and resting your head against your boyfriend’s back in defeat.

“Babe, please, I’m begging you. This is my parents’ first time seeing our new place. I can’t look like I was freshly fucked.”

“But you were just-”

“Keep hiding my dress from me and see if I’ll ever be freshly fucked again.” You stare each other down, seeing who will crack first. Finally, he gives in.

“Pantry, top shelf.” You smirk, planting an obnoxiously loud kiss on his lips.

[thewriterxo]

Prologue to one of my stories “Keep Dreamin’”

The day started like any other. I was rushing around my kitchen with my homework dangling from my teeth and my pants falling off my hips due to the fact I hadn’t found my belt yet. The toast popped up from the toaster which startled me enough to spill the coffee in my hand all over my shirt. I complained about how hot the substance was against my skin and bounced around the room like an ape on crack. When my little sister Bella found me I had caught my balance and ripped the top from my body, throwing it towards the basement door where my mom would know it was dirty. Bella was shaking her head with a smirk, happily pouring herself a cup of coffee and not even flinching to help me.

“Great, all my shirts are dirty,” I complained and gripped the counter, hoping I could break it.

“Just take one of mine,” Bella told me. “You need to dress more girly anyways. Band shirts and oversized hoodies is tomboy attire.”

“Shut up,” I groaned and pushed her shoulder playfully while I ran for her bedroom.

Digging through the messy pile of clothes on her closet floor, I finally found a black shirt hiding in the many colorful ones. It was cropped and cut to a V at the top, and it was probably her only black shirt. I slipped into it and finally met her back in the kitchen where I was able to butter my toast and get a new cup of coffee.

“We’re going to be late again,” Bella rolled her eyes from where she stood by the front door.

“I’m coming!” I groaned and shoved both pieces of toast into my mouth so I could grab my coffee and backpack. We both fell into my moms old beat up Honda she had passed down to me.

Our mother worked as an assistant for a very successful business man and she made pretty decent pay as he was very old and she worked for him for ten years. She worked long hours and was usually gone on business trips with her boss as she needed to be with him most of the time. She made a home in a suburban neighborhood where she raised Bella and I mostly alone. My father passed away five years after my baby sister was born.

The memories I had with my father were always nice to look back on. He was my absolute best friend. I had a special bond with my father, one much different than I had with my mother. Him and I did so much together. He would always take me fishing or camping which made my love for the outdoors grow. He was always there for me at such a young age and I could never picture my life without my father. By the time I was seven he was ripped from my arms all together and I was heartbroken. Doctors had to put me on antidepressants at the age of eight because I became mute. I wouldn’t talk to anyone, not even my mother. But once I was a teen and attended junior high, I found a group of friends to break me out of my shell and show me how to have more fun. The first time I had ever been to a party was with them, and it showed me there was still things to enjoy in life.

When we had been invited to a high school party we were beyond ecstatic. Sapphire, Paige, Asia and I had planned our outfits days in advance, and made sure we looked our best for that party. I could remember walking into the crowded house, lights dim, music blasting, and smoke everywhere. The smell of alcohol would burn my nostrils and as my friends raced for the kitchen to get drinks, I wandered towards the smell of marijuana. It was so intoxicating to me that my nose dragged me into the living room where a couple of boys wearing beanies and hoodies sat dozing away on the couch. They passed around the blunt as I watched, intrigued as they inhaled and exhaled the smoke.

“You want a hit?” one boy with bloodshot eyes had asked me and I couldn’t deny his offer.

The first time I smoked weed was one of the best days that I never wanted to forget. For years I was miserable and completely unhappy what with my father gone and my mother rarely home. All I had was my sister but she couldn’t understand my pain for our father. She didn’t have the same relationship I shared with him.

After smoking that plant though I finally felt like I could smile. The feeling of my body going numb had me relaxing, all the tense muscles easing up. I danced with my friends all night and enjoyed myself. For once, I was completely in a trance of happiness and I loved it so much that everyday since that night, I’ve smoked. I wasn’t going to say I was ashamed of myself for being a pot head. Almost everyone in my school was smoking weed. Some more than others…but as long as I could be off the damn antidepressant pills then I was fine.

Arriving at school was where Bella and I parted ways. She would wander off with her friends while I’d head to the back of the school where I’d meet up with Paige and Asia.

The three of us have stayed close throughout high school, but Sapphire grew distant our freshmen year. She started to become friends with the more popular group of girls. Heather ran the group. Being the daughter of the mayor made her the most popular girl in school. If evil took a human form, it’d be those girls, much different than Sapphire, but as long as they didn’t bother me then what do I care. They’re your typical high school bullies.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Paige smiled, already stoned.

I took a seat with them on top of the rocks hidden behind trees and got passed the thing I craved the most. When I took in my first drag, I couldn’t help but feel much more relaxed.

“Look at you in a crop top,” Asia beamed with her pearly white teeth. “Borrowed your sisters clothing?”

I rolled my eyes and took another hit. The girls were like my sister, always harping on me because I rarely dressed like a girl. It didn’t matter to me what I wore. Who was I trying to impress? I wasn’t going to wake up earlier just to look cute.

Asia and Paige were the opposite. They made sure their hair looked nice, always applied makeup, and dressed cute.

“I spilled coffee on myself again,” I laughed. “All my clothes were dirty.”

I passed to Asia and rummaged through my backpack to make sure I had my homework. I then pulled out my usual dark green oversized jacket and flung it around myself. Paige shook her head and laughed.

“This history test has me stressed,” Paige groaned and indulged herself with a conversation about school work. Asia focused in on her ramble while I leaned back and enjoyed the numbness my body consumed.

Every time I got high I would think of my mother for a split second. She knew what I was doing and she didn’t like it. It took me forever to convince her this was better for me than popping pills to make myself happy. I’ve gotten so used to the antidepressants that they weren’t even working anymore. Weed was different, it would always work.

By the time I was in third period I was already falling asleep. I wasn’t able to smoke last night considering I ran out of my supply, so I got a shitty night of sleep. I tapped my pen frantically on top of my books as I watched my classmates pile in, trying desperately to keep my eyes open. I watched Sapphire walk in with her long blonde hair burned straight and her plaid mini skirt nearly riding up. She didn’t even pass me a glance and sat all the way across the room where she normally sat. It appalled me how a person could let so many years of friendship fall apart just to be popular. I knew Sapphire the longest out of my friends. In kindergarten she was the new girl and no one really wanted to be friends with the new kid. I was the only one who sat with her, who’d play with her, and who’d be her friend. Now look at us. She walks past as if she had no idea who I was. I guess that’s what happens when you let your ego get the better of you.

When school was finally finished I dropped Bella off at a friends house and headed downtown where my dealer lived. The apartment building was plain and blended in with the rest. Worn down and ready to collapse. I was always worried walking up the long flight of stairs as they squeaked and shook every time I walked on them.

James pulled open his door when I knocked and I stepped inside, making myself comfortable on his shitty couch. Prescription bottles covered his crusty coffee table as usual and there was a line of white dust already set up. After James snorted the line he sat next to me and cleared his scratchy throat.

“I ran out of weed,” I told the boy and he nodded.

“I know. Why else would you be here?”

James was dangerous. Tattoos covered nearly his entire body and his muscles told anyone that he was the wrong one to mess with. But I knew he had a soft spot for me. I was the only client he’d even allow in his home. His brother and him sold more than just weed, and considering they were the only dealers in town they made bank.

“The thing is, I don’t have the cash right now,” I told him and bit my bottom lip.

James looked my way and sighed heavily. “Kelsey,” he began. “You already owe me three-hundred-“

“I know, I know,” I stopped him. “I told you I’m going to get it to you. I just got to ask my mom for some cash. I haven’t seen her.”

“You’re telling me that you haven’t seen your mom in two months?”

I bit my lip even harder and moved awkwardly where I sat. The truth was it was always hard getting money from my mom. She knew what it was for and she’d always tell me to find my own way to get the cash.

“James please. You know I need it.”

James took the blunt he had from his ear and began to smoke it, not answering me and instead staring off into space. He would eventually cave and give me what I wanted, and I would tell him I’ll pay him back and be on my way. So I just sat there and waited.

“I’m giving you half than what you normally take,” he finally told me and I smiled, reaching over to kiss his cheek.

James passed me the blunt and I couldn’t deny it. I stared down at the prescription bottles filled with pills and wondered what the big deal was. If weed made me feel this good, then how good could those make me feel? I’ve never tried it and never really thought of it. But gazing at the pills now had my brain souring with questions.

“Think you could sell me something stronger?” I asked him, motioning towards the table.

“No way. I’m not going to let you get hooked on that shit. It’s dangerous.”

“Oh c’mon,” I scoffed. “Just to try?”

“You don’t just ‘try’ hard drugs. You get hooked. And considering the shit that goes on in your head, I already see you becoming a feen.”

“You’re no fun,” I groaned and leaned back comfortably.

When I became determined to do something, I’d find a way to do it. And I began to grow even more curious as to how these pills could make me feel.

[b0blegum]

He Goes by the Name H. One [end]

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: DJ!Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Rating: PG (but who wants their parents to read this with them tho, just read at your own risk lmao)

Genre: Romance

Status: FINISHED

Part: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - end

a/n this is the longest among all chapters, so be prepared.

He had been a keeper since that night. He'd drive you to your office and pick you up again if he didn't have to go to his office and he'd check on you from times to times, just to make sure you're okay. He even ordered you a delivery foods and send it to your apartment (or his, if you're staying at his when Changkyun wasn't there) & made sure that you have proper 3 meals a day.

Changkyun, who was good at catching things, knew immediately that something was going on between you and his friend and he often teased both of you when you, Changkyun and Hyungwon were lounging at Hyungwon's living room.

He wasn't fine about this, actually he told you that Hyungwon was kind of jerk and had a lot of flings that made him hard to trust and he wasn't wrong, though, remembering what Hyungwon did to you at the first day you met. But as days went by, you somehow found the innocent, nice, playful side of him.

Today was finally his birthday. You had thought for almost a month about this, whether you should go all in and gave him everything for his birthday. Part of you wanted to give him everything but part of you don't, just like when you consulted to Changkyun and his respond was, "Not that all in, please. I don't trust him that much."

But in the end, you decided to just gave him a bit of surprise. You decided to go to his apartment and bake a cake, probably decorated his room and made a surprise.

His apartment was empty, since Changkyun was staying in his father's apartment and Hyungwon was still at work. So you began baking the cake, started from measuring all the ingredients you'll need.

You were totally confident about this, because you've been making cakes and cookies zillion times that you didn't even need the recipe anymore.

"One cup of this... And then the sugar..." You talked by yourself as you poured the ingredients one by one to the large bowl. "Ouh, this smells really good!" You inhaled the strong vanilla scent from the thick dough.

Hyungwon's kitchen was basically a mess now. Flour spreaded on the marbled counter table and lots of dirty bowls piling up at the sink.

"Now let's get this baby to the oven." You smiled widely after you poured the dough to a circular aluminum cake pan. Sprinkled it with a bit of chocolate chips and white chips, hopping it'd melt and add an extra chocolate taste.

You waited  for almost thirty minutes until the cake had perfectly raised and a sweet lingering smell filled in Hyungwon's apartment. It was raised perfectly, not overcooked nor undercooked, just right as you wanted it to be. Then you cut it carefully into a heart shape before you poured a white shiny marble-y glaze allover it, covering every edges of the cake properly.

"Perfect." You said as you put a dark chocolate decoration on top of the cake and put it on the fridge. You ate the leftover and stunned by the taste. You, of course, used a lot of chocolates in it, but it didn't taste that much of a chocolate and you're sure this was the taste Hyungwon would like.

You then began to decorate his whole bedroom. Spreading flower petals on the floor and the bed, where you'd put the cake in the middle.

You still had around an hour before he arrived at home from work, so you decided to made use of that time to shower and put on your short white dress. A dress made of satin, only thigh length long with a low v-neck, enough to expose your cleavage, but not that low that made you look slutty.

"This isn't too much, is it?" You looked at the mirror where you could see the reflexion of your self after you're done putting on the no make-up make up.

It was then when you heard a clicking sound, the sound of the front door opened. It must be Hyungwon.

You adjusted your dress and dusted it to made it fall even more perfectly on your body. Smile plastered on your face as you walked to the door, waiting for him to open the door and hugged him immediately while wishing him a very happy birthday.

"No," he chuckled. "Yeah, you saw her, right? I know she's hot." You overheard him. He must be talking on the phone, since you didn't hear anyone aside the voice of Hyungwon.

"Yeah, my first intention was to fuck her, but..." You felt something weird boiling inside of you. "I don't know," He chuckled again. "Yeah, we've been together for like... Almost a month? No... I haven't fuck her just... I don't know man i—"

"Who wants to fuck who, Hyungwon?" You slammed the door open, made the boy who was still taking off his jacket stop and startled. He hung up his phone immediately and threw it on the couch.

"(Y/n)," he walked closer. "Why are you... Here?" He tried his best to smile.

"Answer me." You brushed off his hands when he was about to invite you for a hug.

"It's..." He looked away for a second. "Nothing."

"Don't lie to me. I heard your conversation." You bit the inside of your cheek. "I should've listen to Changkyun." You whispered to yourself.

"What?"

"Don't what me like that. Tell me if i heard it wrong and all of that convo wasn't about me." He kept silent and ran his fingers through his hair. "That must be about me, then." You put on a sarcastic smile. "Thank you, Hyungwon." You turned away, wanted to go to his room to grab your things and went home, but he managed to grabbed your hand.

"Wait, (y/n). It's not like what you think." You turned to him.

"Oh, yeah? Than you better have a good explanation for that."

Again, he kept silent and could only looked away, didn't dare to look you into the eyes.

"Okay, i'm leaving." You walked to his room, layering your dress with an oversized hoodie you were coming here with and snatched your purse to leave.

He didn't seem to stop you. You could see him from the side of your eyes, he stood there, looking down with one hand rested on his waist and one hand rubbing his face, probably regretting, but whatever he felt, all you know for sure was your own feeling. You felt nothing but angry and disappointed.

"Don't you ever dare to call me." With that you slammed the door behind you.

Hyungwon's POV

That was unexpected. She never came into my house uninvited, but i should've realised today is my birthday and of course she'd surprise me by showing up at my apartment. Of course.

And i just made the most stupid mistake i've ever made in my entire life. I just blurted out my first intention on the phone. Well, that was not actually a mistake since i didn't know she was here, but still...

I just saw her leaving. I could see it clearly she was angry and upset and i knew she hated me by now. I can't stop her because she was right. It was all about her what i said on the phone.

I looked at my phone, hoping that she'd send me a text, cuss words would also be okay since that'd be silly if i expected an i love you, but there was none.

I messed my hair and groaned in frustration. How could i be so stupid to not realising she'd be at my apartment.

I walked heavily to my bedroom, just to see petals scattered all over the room and there was a cake on the bed, along with a card and a box of something next to it.

I didn't realised, but my lips were curved into a smile as i walked closer to my bed and sat at the edge of it. Admiring the beautiful cake she made (i know, because i just know), her cute handwriting on the card and the box that was wrapped nicely with a ribbon on it.

I read the card slowly. I know she poured all of hear hearts into this, judging from the words she wrote.

"I love you, too, (y/n)." I said, answering her 'I love you' on the card.

Then the box. I puliled one end of the ribbon to entangled and opened the box. It was only a bunch of small cards, stacked neatly and clipped with a giant clipper. I questioned myself, wondering what was this things.

I took out one card and found some writings at the back of it.

'Back hug'

"Back hug?" I then took another card to found another writings. "Ask me to buy you something you want." I began to understand what was these cards mean.

I think i shouldn't read all the cards, but i was too curious and took another one from the stacks.

'Make love'

Suddenly, you felt something weird inside you. Your heart beats fast, but not in a good way. You felt like someone was punching you in the stomach and cursed you out.

Make love was something... We've never done. We did obviously sleep together, spent the night together a lot of days, but we never really... Make love to each other.

Not because we didn't want to, no. She even lured me to doing that couple days ago but...

it was just me.

I had the intentions to fuck her out at the first time we met. She was so sexy that it made me hard just by thinking of fucking her, but after i spent days with her, i realised she was different. She was not the girl God made just to fuck me, just to pleased me. She was the one God made for me to love her and i just want to make love to her for the first time at the very special time for her,

On her birthday.

Two weeks for now.

I really want her to feel special on that day.

I want to give her anything she wants on that day.

But i ruined everything and she left.

Two weeks passed by and Hyungwon was a literal definition of a mess in that times. He missed a lot of shows and often seen drunk.

Medias had been spreading a lot of rumours about him. Started from he was caught drunk-driving to smoke pot.

And so did you. You lost your focus many times at work that made all wondered what happened with you.

You missed him. You really missed him, but you just can't go back to him after what happened that night.

"Isn't that Hyungwon, (y/n)?" Your bestfriend asked when both of you were watching an evening news.

"I think so." You nodded.

"Speaking of him, why have i never seen him coming here again?"

"We... Kind of broke up."

"Kind of?" She rolled her eyes. "There's no such thing."

"I broke up with him." You changed the channel. "Can we just not talk about it, please?" Your bestfriend shrugged and just nodded an okay.

"Oh, by the way. Changkyun is calling you." Your bestfriend said, looking at your phone on the table. Vibrating non stop.

You took the phone and greeted the boy hello.

"What? Why?" You shook your head. "Nope, i'm not coming to his house.... Changkyun, wait. I trust you, but..." You stopped talking, letting the boy persuaded you. "Okay... Okay. I'm coming. Wait there!"

You stood up and left to your room.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yep! Won't take long." You shouted from your room as you grabbed your cardigan and a purse, before heading to the shared bathroom. "Changkyun is sick and that guy doesn't have any medicine in his house." You grabbed the medicine box and took it with you.

"Alright... Be safe, (y/n)." She then waved you goodbye.

It took you almost thirty minutes to reached his apartment. It was quiet from the outside, just like usual.

You put your hand on the lock and hesitantly put in the code.

It worked? You thought, after it made the clicking sound. He didn't change the password?

But it was dark inside, only lit by tea candles.

"Changkyun?" You called his name as you tried to switch on the lamp, but it didn't work out. "Where are you?"

You kept walking, following the directions led by the candles. the room was almost pitch black but you still could tell where you were heading.

To Hyungwon's room.

"Are you inside?" You asked. Eyes wandering around the apartment, what the hell is this?

"Changkyun?" You knocked on the door once, but the door immediately creaked open. "I swear to God if you jump scare me–" you stopped mid sentence.

"Happy birthday, (y/n)." You found someone you had missed for days towering before you, holding a small cake, enough just for the two of you.

"Hyungwon?" You called his name for the first time after that day.

"Blow and make some wish." He smiled. You stood there still, looking into his eyes. You missed him so bad that you just want to cry right now.

"Come on." He took your hand and brushed it lightly with his thumb.

You blowed the candle and he put the cake away immediately before pulled you in for a hug.

"Happy birthday, (y/n)." He kissed your forehead as his hand cupped the back of your head. "I missed you so much." He said softly on your ear. "These days were the worst of my life." He added. "I was so stupid i couldn't gave you explanation that day. I'm so sorry, (y/n). It's just... It's true that my first intention was to... You know. But... As we spent the days and nights together, i realised.... You are different and..." He pulled away from the hug and looked intensely to your eyes, "I started to love you."

He felt ridiculed by his own words that he let out a small chuckle. "I know this surprise would probably means nothing to you but i just want to prove it to you that i really—"

You stopped him with a peck. Just your lips touching his for a couple of seconds. He was quite taken aback by your moved but you could feel him smiling quite awhile after and his hands started wrapping around your waist and invited you for an even deeper kiss.

"I missed you too, Hyungwon." You whispered as you both searching for airs between the kisses.

Your hand ran up to his nape and one grabbing his hair gently, while he led you closer to the wall and pinned you.

"I know today is your birthday," he said, catching up with his own breath. "But can i use one of the card you gave me?" He smirked as he planted kisses on the crook of your neck.

"Which..." You moaned as he bit the flesh of your ear. "One?"

"The 'make love' one?" He sucked the skin of your shoulder, marking you.

"I've... Been waiting for that," again, you moaned between words by how good he was on kissing and teasing you. "For ages." You smiled.

He then picked you up. His hands cupping both of your ass-cheeks as you kissed him hungrily and grabbed his hair, before he threw you gently on his bed, began kissing you again with one hand unbuttoning your shirt.

"Me too, (y/n)." He bit your lips softly before he began trailing kisses down from your jawline.

Both of you weren't even fighting for a dominance. Both of you just played equally, following where one took the other, to savour every bit of his soft and gentle touch, to swallow every love words and moans he let out and paid him with a deep kiss he deserved.

And that night was the one you sure you'll never forgot.

"I love you so much, (y/n)." He whispered.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND LOVING THIS SERIES! I still cannot believe i got more notes than i expected when i first posting this series and thank you for the kind words you sent to me via asks & messages. I love you all xx

and don’t forget to give my other babies as much love as you gave to this series >> MASTERLIST <<

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1-100. Just give it to me all

ALNLSNGLSG ARE YOU SERIOUS OMFG im so sorry this is going to be Long

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? I’ll say Pandora just because it’s the only one I’ve actually ever used. If I used Spotify I’d probably like it the most but I don’t use those apps so

2. is your room messy or clean?VERY VERY MESSY I need to clean it but im lazy

3. what color are your eyes?Brown!

4. do you like your name? why?My birth name? No. And that’s why I changed it ahahahaha yes I like the name Jae since i chose it myself. It’s short and simple

5. what is your relationship status?Single 

6. describe your personality in 3 words or lessContradictory ....... Situational 

7. what color hair do you have?Currently it’s blue c: Natural color is a lightish brown

8. what kind of car do you drive? color?I don’t have a car nor a license :/ I want a motorbike tho ! a black one

9. where do you shop?I shop pretty much exclusively online. Buyma or Amazon, typically

10. how would you describe your style?I’ve been told that I dress like a “bad boy”. I like leather and black and ripped skinny jeans but I do like casual stuff too. Like hoodies and sweats

11. favorite social media accountIf this is talking about my own social media accounts, then this one right here on tumblr. I’m not very active anywhere else

12. what size bed do you have?uuuuhhhh I don’t know proper terminology but it is small

13. any siblings?Yup! I have an older sister and a younger brother

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?Japan probably? It’s super pretty and I’ve always wanted to visit

15. favorite snapchat filter?hmm I don’t use snapchat that much but probably the flower crown one it’s cute

16. favorite makeup brand(s)I don’t wear makeup tbh so i dunnooooo 

17. how many times a week do you shower?7 I don’t ever skip showering 

18. favorite tv show?Psych? I also like the 100 currently

19. shoe size?asglnasg... god .... im a 6 in mens nd like a 7 in womens i have small feet

20. how tall are you?ALNSLGNSG im trusting no one has read this far so it’s okay to disclose this info...exposin myself.. im 5′2″ ............

21. sandals or sneakers?Sneakers !! I don’t wear sandals like ever

22. do you go to the gym?Yes! Only recently, actually! I just bought a gym membership with my friend and we’ve been going 3 times a week c:

23. describe your dream dateoh geez I havent really thought about this? I’m not very romantic or anything (im on the ace spectrum) but... i dunno. I think it’d be nice to just have fun together. An amusement park maybe? And just a lot of hand holding and smiles

24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?Upwards of 100 bcuz my mom keeps giving me money even tho i dont use it

25. what color socks are you wearing?HAH im not wearing any 

26. how many pillows do you sleep with?1-2 it depends on the night

27. do you have a job? what do you do?I work at the cafeteria in my school. I run the register and help to stock items and also serve food to people

28. how many friends do you have?wow this is a Tragic question. Online I have quite a few! In person i literally have....... 2. Barely that lol. More like one

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?Killed my sister’s fish (on accident)

30. whats your favorite candle scent?I’ve never thought about this or really smelled many candles to begin with :( something mild though. Maybe a mild vanilla??

31. 3 favorite boy namesuuhghg 1) Cain 2) Luka 3) Eden

32. 3 favorite girl names1) Erin 2) Rayna 3) Kira

33. favorite actor?I rly dont give a crap about actors if I’m being honest lmao. Uhh choi minho :)

34. favorite actress?Lupita Nyong’o?? she’s gorgeous

35. who is your celebrity crush?I don’t have a crush on him but does Lee Taemin count

36. favorite movie?Princess Mononoke

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?I read ff more than books these days. I don’t have a fav book

38. money or brains?is this what I prefer? Money binch if I had money I wouldn’t need brains also I’m dumb anyways 

39. do you have a nickname? what is it?No I do not

40. how many times have you been to the hospital?Twice? Maybe 3 times

41. top 10 favorite songscheck out shinee’s entire discography 

42. do you take any medications daily?Nope

43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)i ?? have no idea?? I guess oily? My skin doesn’t get dry so

44. what is your biggest fear?Probably flying. I hate planes

45. how many kids do you want?Exactly none

46. whats your go to hair style?? uh side-swept? I have no idea what to call it just what my hair normally looks like I guess

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)A moderately sized house

48. who is your role model?Not to be cheesy but Lee Taemin also Kim Kibum also Choi Minho also Kim Jonghyun also Lee Jinki

49. what was the last compliment you received?that I’m great? lol

50. what was the last text you sent?’okay’ to my mom lmao

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?ARE YOU TELLING ME SANTA ISNT REAL??? okay but for real who remembers the age they find out omg .. i was Young so idk maybe like 13

52. what is your dream car?ohhh boy a lambo for sure

53. opinion on smoking?Gross. Smells terrible

54. do you go to college?I do indeed. I’m gonna be a senior ya’ll

55. what is your dream job?To be a writer I guess. I don’t really have a dream job

56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?Suburbs? I dunno. I like living in the city I’d probably die of boredom in some rural area

57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?hell yea binch

58. do you have freckles?nope!

59. do you smile for pictures?Not for selfies but for other pictures yes I feel like it’s weird or rude not to

60. how many pictures do you have on your phone?like 300 something

61. have you ever peed in the woods?what the fuck?? lol?? no??

62. do you still watch cartoons?does voltron count :/

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?neither if I’m being honest but Wendy’s I guess. I never ever eat at mcdonalds

64. Favorite dipping sauce?barbeque sauce?

65. what do you wear to bed?An oversized shirt and boxers lol

66. have you ever won a spelling bee?no i cant say I have

67. what are your hobbies?Writing, sometimes. Playing video games. Bein unhealthy

68. can you draw?Naaaah

69. do you play an instrument?No :( I wish I did but I never learned any

70. what was the last concert you saw?SHINEE WORLD V IN LA!!!!!!!!! BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!

71. tea or coffee?Coffee bcuz i h8 tea

72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?Well the coffee at dunkin donuts is worlds better so dunkin donuts

73. do you want to get married?no

74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?i dont have a crush

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?’when’ lol i dont plan to get married

76. what color looks best on you?black, in my opinion

77. do you miss anyone right now?no not really

78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?open because if it’s closed my cat will scratch on it incessantly until she’s let in

79. do you believe in ghosts?hell yeah dude

80. what is your biggest pet peeve?when people like, dance around a subject. I prefer it when people are straightforward. Especially if they want something from me

81. last person you called`Honest to god I can’t remember. I don’t ever call people lmao so probably my mom

82. favorite ice cream flavor?I like Rocky Road a lot!

83. regular oreos or golden oreos?regular. Golden oreos are a lesser creation

84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?RAINBOW. GIMME DAT GAY SHIT

85. what shirt are you wearing?It’s just a plain white t-shirt

86. what is your phone background?ot5

87. are you outgoing or shy?Horribly, annoyingly shy although I can mask it pretty well

88. do you like it when people play with your hair?yes :D

89. do you like your neighbors?lmao I don’t know them?? They arent noisy though so yes I like them since they aren’t annoying or anything

90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?Both. I take a shower in the morning and wash it then. And then do a skincare routine at night

91. have you ever been high?no.... not that I know of. One time I took nyquil though and it Fucked Me Up i felt high but idk if I was or if that’s even possible

92. have you ever been drunk?nope. I’m not a huge fan of the idea of getting drunk. I don’t like letting my guard down like that so if I ever do it’ll be when I’m alone

93. last thing you ate?a mento 

94. favorite lyrics right nowthe entire lyrics to So Far Away by yoongi

95. summer or winter?WINTER. I hate summer fashion i like being able to wear my jackets and jeans and not Die of heat stroke

96. day or night?night I guess just bcuz I can be alone

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?dark chocolate is superior in every way

98. favorite month?uhm.. December? Because its the end of the year and I’m on break then and Christmas and cold weather and hot chocolate

99. what is your zodiac signI’m a virgo 

100. who was the last person you cried in front of?uhhhHHHH I really make it a Goal to never cry in front of people since im just super uncomfortable with that and honestly dont feel comfortable enough around anyone to do that. My sister walked in on me when I was crying once though so her I guess

[glitterghast]

tell me more abt the modern au .... pls

okay so i completely let myself get carried away with this au. like…i need to put it all under a cut so that people don’t wind up with a massive wall of text on their dashboards

so yeah, it’s modern day and a poly au and the best way i can think to describe it all is through dot-points. but essentially, it starts before they all even know each other.

Jenny:

- likes girls and guys, with a slight preference for girls

- wears skinny jeans and oversized hoodies, or pretty dresses and cardigans. no in between

- a nurse at the local hospital, works with patsy

- was dating jimmy before she even knew any of the others

- listen,,, poly jenny/jimmy/alec technically kickstarted the entire poly ship in this au 

- meets trixie through some first aid course she was conned into doing at the school

- they kinda danced around their mutual crush for a while before jimmy and alec did the whole “oh yeah why don’t the four of us go out tonight- whoops we suddenly can’t go, guess it’s just you two” kinda thing

- always has to be the first one awake in the morning

- almost always arguing with patsy over how things should be organised. they can never agree

- she swears the most out of everyone 

Trixie:

- likes girls and guys equally. bisexual and not afraid to call you out on your bullshit stereotypes

- no change of fashion from canon

- dyes her hair weird colours

- has a history of addiction that she’s almost entirely recovered from by the time she meets everyone else

- works as a kindergarten teacher

- has known cynthia for a year; lived in the apartment across from her and gives her lifts to work

- dated cynthia before they met any of the others, even if they’d never admit they were a couple

- drinks too much coffee

- needs to kiss everyone before she leaves for work

- is okay with clutter as long as the Aesthetic™ of the room isn’t ruined

- has a huge dog called max who she dresses up in baby bonnets and carries everywhere

- loves the dog filter, won’t rest until she can get it to recognise max’s face 

- tries to be BFFs with her girlfriends’ mothers 

Cynthia:

- aroace. gets defensive when people think it means she just can’t date people

- has that sort of ‘skirts and peter pan blouses’ look, never really wears anything too colourful, always wears stockings despite the weather

- long history of mental illness; has had trixie drive her to therapy on multiple occasions

- works at the local library and bookstore

- volunteers at the parish hall and animal shelter

- (it’s entirely her fault that trixie has max)

- has a therapy cat named mary

- met jenny through trixie. they were kinda awkward for a while but…well this is a poly au so the rest is history

- often winds up the middle of cuddle puddles 

- officially dubbed the baby of the group by patsy 

- actually gets the angriest out of everyone 

- can remember everyone’s routines and eating habits. knows just how each person likes their coffee/tea/hot chocolate and what mug they like it in 

- knows how to dupe everyone else in every game ever. mario kart? always knows the shortcuts and always chooses rainbow road. monopoly? always ends up with hotels on every space. uno? somehow manages to have an endless supply of +4 cards

Barbara:

- fluctuates between saying she’s bi and saying she’s pan. has a preference for guys

- wears cute pinafores and overalls, huge collection of socks 

- has a huge collection of cacti and succulents, calls them her children

- somehow always manages to have a smudge of dirt somewhere

- likes pineapple on pizza 

- works at a cafe in town, knows patsy and delia from how frequently they eat there

- lived with them for a while after her apartment building was scheduled to be knocked down

- effectively the constant third-wheel

- went to school with trixie, had a huge crush on her 

- it takes her ages to figure out that trixie’s dating jenny and cynthia (and by this point that relationship is sorta starting to merge with delia and patsy)

- so it actually kinda takes her ages to join the entire relationship herself 

- (it’s totally patsy and delia who set her up w/ trixie lbh)

- was kinda scared of max for a while

- tries to be the peacekeeper of the group but it rarely works 

- idk whether or not tom exists in this au or not

Patsy:

- trans lesbian

- wears flannel all the time

- “if people can’t tell i’m gay within a second of meeting me, then what’s the point?”

- the only one who doesn’t celebrate christmas, begrudgingly deals with delia going overboard every year 

- constantly exhausted but “coffee is for the weak”

- will kill a man if she doesn’t get nine hours of sleep 

- delia’s high school sweetheart

- gay matchmaker. are you straight? she’ll find you someone that’ll make you rethink that

- tries to keep everyone else on a schedule, but it never works 

- can’t cook for shit 

- like seriously she nearly burned the house down trying to boil an egg 

- wants to be a writer, can’t find a moment of peace 

- A+ comfort-cuddler (needless to say, she’s really bad at seeking comfort when she’s the one who needs it)

- always has a mini first-aid kit on hand (for delia. she’s the only one who ever needs it)

- kicks in her sleep 

Delia:

- really fucking gay but i don’t need to tell you that

- legitimately gets offended when people think she could ever like a guy

- deaf. she’s deaf. the most concrete headcanon in this au 

- had adhd and a lack of self preservation 

- always covered in plasters

- will climb/drink/eat/do anything for money

- an artist, goes from job to job most of the time

- paints on the walls, the ceiling, the banister

- paints on barbara while she sleeps 

- once painted the door handle to patsy’s room because she wouldn’t buy milk 

- gets drunk and gives herself and/or trixie stick-n-pokes 

- takes super long showers, uses the hot water 

- totally didn’t mean to send those nudes to you 

- steals people’s clothes 

Valerie:

- nonbinary

- likes girls exclusively, but has only had boyfriends before (in high school)

- wears horrid 80s fashion (but will always let trixie dress her up)

- plays old video games. she’s really bad at them

- manager at the cafe babs works at 

- went to school with cynthia 

- join the poly group way later

- starts dating trixie and dates only her for a long while (see: nearly a year) before joining the cuddle puddle and moving in

- she and delia argue about pointless shit a lot 

- someone takes their eye off her for a second and she winds up in some small-town jail in scotland 

- sleeps in the latest 

- takes people on the cutest dates 

- rivals trixie for being the neediest affection-wise

so that’s like. the main group. but then you have jimmy and alec who’re dating jenny (and each other) and they’re like…the OG cuddle puddle so i’m gonna include them too even though they don’t move into the same flat like the rest 

Jimmy:

- small bi trans guy 

- like seriously he used to hold the half-inch he had on jenny over her head, and then they met alec and now he has to come to terms with his shortness 

- been dating jenny for like…a while 

- they kind of told people they were dating just so they’d stop asking questions but then it just sort of…became a real thing

- they came out to their parents together because they’re kind of inseparable 

- met alec through working as a carpenter and was like “holy shit i wanna kiss him but i can’t reach his face”

- eventually they came to the decision that it’d be alright if he kissed alec

- so he did? it was very unexpected for everyone involved 

- weirdly enough jimmy’s the start of the poly au 

- shares trixie’s love for the dog filter 

- has This Look when he wants kisses (it always works)

Alec:

- tall™

- dresses all smart and shit but also has a bunch of hoodies (that jimmy and jenny steal)

- is competitive with jenny over everything: finishing books first, getting through the door quicker, giving jimmy more kisses in a day, putting the most juice in their glass without it spilling over 

- doesn’t Get™ snapchat or any other type of social media 

- actually really good at drawing 

- secret art BFFs with delia 

- building inspector; nearly fell through a hole in the ground because he got distracted by jimmy 

- likes to see how much she can annoy jenny before she says something

then there’s like. extra characters who aren’t part of this giant fucking cuddle puddle they’re just there (but they’re important i promise you)

phyllis:

- lives in the flat next to the one the girls move into 

- a retired nurse 

- tries not to be so stern now that she isn’t a nurse anymore

- doesn’t succeed but at least she has a massive soft side

- lives with five cats 

- looks after mary sometimes 

- doesn’t like max at all 

- tries to teach her cats spanish 

- the others worried that she’d be super homophobic but she adores the giant gay family that lives next door 

- delia’s her favourite, though 

- purely because she witnessed her follow patsy barefoot out into the rain, yell “shoe’s are for pussies”, then proceed to climb patsy’s side like a fucking animal and cling to her while the taller girl kept walking 

dr. turner:

- still married to shelagh with all their children dw 

- works with jenny and patsy at the hospital 

- (i still haven’t decided whether shelagh works at the same hospital) 

- he’s basically who patsy and jimmy see about hormones n stuff like that 

- so in the end he kinda finds out about this huge relationship because how else could two of his patients be dating another nurse at the hospital 

- he’s p cool but he’s not really a main part in the au, so i don’t have much of a story for the turner family Whoops 

so that's...essentially it?? tl;dr: jenny knows trixie through work, and meets cynthia through trixie. they meet patsy, jimmy and alec through jenny, and through patsy they meet delia and barbara. and then through barbara they meet valerie. dr. turner and shelagh work with jenny and patsy. and phyllis is their next-door neighbour who probably puts up with far too much shit. this entire response is 6-7 pages in a word document. thank you