#//On the other; said love and sunshine can get a bit embarrassingly much at times lol | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

misunhye · 5 months

Text

MISUN WITH NCT DREAM

word count 250+ each

note if you have anything you want to request for misun, please let me know!! <3

Mark. [ Marksun …? ]

Embarrassingly enough, Mark was one of her first hardcore crushes. The two met when Misun joined SM a few months after he did, and even though he definitely knew who she was when another trainee introduced her to him by saying “You know Kang Sumin’s affair daughter?” to him, he didn’t treat her badly. And, so, of course; she was twelve—thirteen years-old at the time and fell in love with anyone that gave her the slightest bit of attention. Yet, because she was this pre-teen girl, she dealt with her crush by making fun of him and acting like she hated him. Eventually, she grew out of the crush and started viewing Mark more as an older brother. She apologized for her actions, but never explained why she said those things, so everyone else thought it was because of jealousy. Ever since, she’s always looked up to him for advice, even though he was only a year older than her and he joined SM a few months before her. She always gets his opinion before deciding on anything regarding her career. She likes to make fun of him, similar to an actual sibling relationship, finding his reaction too funny not to. But she really does hold a lot of respect for him, debuting so young and already being looked up to as a leader, she knew it must be hard. She tries her best to be there for him, but she knows he likes to hold the weight of the entire world on his shoulders before handing it off to anyone else. She’s always looking for his approval 1/2. The first time anyone ever saw her cry, including NCT, was during Mark’s graduation speech. Misun is the little sister he never thought he needed.

Renjun. [ Minjun / Sunjun ..? ]

Misun is literally the founder of the I Love Renjun club; she was the first trainee he ever met. She can and will fight Haechan for his affection, and unfortunately for Haechan, most of the time, she gets it. Even if it’s in the most subtle ways; placing a hand on her knee or arm, grabbing her hand and squeezing briefly. These two are such conspiracy theorists, it’s crazy. She introduced him to Buzzfeed Unsolved when it first came out and every new episode, they’d watch. Now that it’s over, she sends him TikToks of conspiracy theories. My favorite delusionals. At first, Renjun thought they wouldn’t get along but after seeing how much interests they shared, it’s no wonder. It’s often thought that she’s the one chasing after him, but really, it’s definitely the opposite. He doesn’t usually dote on her but she’s the only one he’ll mostly allow to dote on him. He’ll bat her affection away but then beg for it a few seconds later once she starts paying attention to someone else. He’s just too shy to outright say he wants her attention. They’re always on the same wavelength, often thinking of the same thing and saying it at the same time. They, and NCTzens, genuinely believe they have a connection and can read each other’s minds. She can always go to him to put her in place when she’s acting up or being too delusional. She can also always go to him to help her with ideas for other members, like birthday gifts, etc. He always defends her when another member says something (lightheartedly) to her, and most definitely does when an anti is being an anti. Sunshine and sunshine protector.

Jeno. [ Jensun ]

Misun was so shy around him 1/2. She found him to be cute, and very quiet— not unusually, since she always was, but she’d literally never speak in front of him. He was shy, too, so he’d never talk to her, either, even though he was curious about her. It was just like a celebrity crush, because they weren’t very close at first. She got nervous when she realized she’d have to interact with him when they’d debut, and Haechan forced her to talk to Jeno. She has never regretted it. He’s usually one of the first to scold her because he’s literally the only one she always listens to when she’s acting up. He’s so doting on her, you’d think he was way older than her. There are so many compilations of Nomin being her bodyguards/parents. Probably the only member that will willingly go out with her whenever without complaints because she never asks Jaemin and she also knows he can rarely ever say no to her 1/2. She likes to use it to her advantage. She can always count on Jeno to be there for her when she needs him, and vice versa. He’s the protective brother, but he’s also the cool one. He lets her do her own thing, while also somehow protecting her subtly. Neither usually don’t speak out a lot against strangers but they are literally the meme “He asked for no pickles” for each other. He always encourages her to do things but never pushes. He has only ever been disappointed in her once, and she wishes she could forget all about it or go back in time and do it over again. She’s always looking for his approval 2/2.

Haechan. [ Haesun / Sunhyuck …? ]

These two are … literally chaotic. They’re the evil duo. When you see them together, run. They’re so hot and cold it’s funny. One second they’re playfully or for real arguing, the next they're acting like nothing happened. Their relationship was not like this at the start, the two clashed harshly and Misun was actually jealous of him because she thought he was just so good at everything and was so cocky about it. He thought the same but that she was so effortlessly good at everything (in his eyes). It was bad, neither could be in the same room together for years. It took Mark and Johnny forcing them in a closet together and locking the door for them to talk their rivalry out. However, neither of the older two knew that Misun was claustrophobic. It really took Haechan to calm her down for both to realize that maybe they should put their rivalry aside. Their relationship is barely ever serious besides when it’s called for. Surprisingly, sometimes he gives her good advice (even if she doesn’t ask for it). Admittedly, he brings the best and worst out of her. Haechan is the one who brought her out of her shell during their trainee days, making her make friends with the others. He pushes her to do things she’d never usually do in public but also knows when to stop. Like with all the other members, he ‘flirts’ with her (not during debut, never, but later in the years … yeah) and she responds with an insult or deflects. There was one time she blushed at his words and he (nor do NCTzens because it was on camera!) never lets her forget it.

Jaemin. [ Jaemsun / Jaemhye …? ]

Misun was so shy around him 2/2. She honestly thought he was an angel sent to Earth. (He is. He’s her guardian angel.) She would stutter when he talked to her, because he always tried to get to know her more. He eventually broke through her wall and … wow. Immediately best friends, they made everyone else so jealous of how well they got along and quickly. They understand each other way too much, they’re so similar it’s actually kind of scary. They never have to talk, they can just chill by each other in silence, doing their own thing and they’re fine with that. She goes to him the most for advice for the more personal things and he listens. He’s helped her so much in healing and her personal family problems. It literally crushed her when he went on hiatus and hates remembering memories from that time when NCT Dream weren’t complete. They were also each other’s first kiss because neither of them had kissed anyone and wanted to know what it was like. There was a period of time when they crushed on each other at the same time but missed anything real happening because they knew they’d be better off as friends and didn’t want to ruin anything. They don’t talk about it, but they know, and it’s kind of like a “what if?” He is literally so whipped by her. He spoils the crap out of her, literally like a sugar daddy. Despite them being only months apart, he acts like an older brother and is always taking care of her. He makes sure she’s ate, slept well, hydrated, etc. He can rarely say no to her 2/2. They are literally the embodiment of twin flames.

Chenle. [ Sunle …? ]

The number one pain in her ass. He’s another member that she didn’t like immediately, thinking he thought too highly of himself due to him already technically being famous before joining SM. He didn’t really hate her back, he just acted like he did because she did. She was genuinely so hard for him to understand, and eventually, he thought he did come to an understanding of her character. These two are constantly arguing, NCTzens would be concerned they actually hate each other, but from their actions, they know they don’t. Chenle just likes to get on her nerves, even more than Haechan does. He’s like a kid who is mean to his crush and pulls on her pigtails. They are literally the Tom and Jerry of NCT. He’s the actual devil, she likes to think, but she’s seen him when he thinks no one is looking. He likes to act like he’s older, and very rarely ever calls her noona; not that she really cares. He loves the game “Yaja Time” and uses it to his advantage, even though it’s really no different from their usual since they’ve dropped all formalities. They are never affectionate with each other on camera, it’s always awkward brushing of skin and snatching their hands away like they just got burned. The reason they got past their ‘hatred’ was because of Jisung. If she wanted Jisung, she had to have Chenle. If he wanted Jisung, he had to have Misun. Now, they can’t ever remember a time when they were apart and don’t know why they would want to be ever again.

Jisung. [ Sunsung / Minsung ]

Her angel. She took an immediate liking to him when they first met, thinking he was so adorable. If she was bad at his age, he was even worse. She convinced him to see her as just a friend, not an older sister, because she knew both of them needed some. They’ve seen each other at their worst and best, despite the age difference. He called her noona when they first met, but he’s dropped all formalities early on in their friendship and only really began doing it again for their debut and then stopped again. She likes to take him to fun places like the arcade and ice skating and other things so she can heal his childhood self. She pretends like she’s begging him to go because she wants to, but really, it’s for him. Neither really had a childhood due to debuting so young. Jisung always reminds her that her childhood was taken, too, way before his ever was because of her family problems. He reminds her it’s OK to be a kid every once in awhile. She is his number one hypewoman, she loves everything he does. She tells him almost everything, and they both calm each other down when they get too into the “what if?” scenarios. A hug from him, and all her problems are gone. They’re each other’s protector. She’s one of the only ones to rarely baby him, but when she does, he knows it’s just her way of showing she cares because she does it to the other members, too. He probably takes care of her more than she does him, weirdly. He takes a special pride in being her protector.

masterlist.

40 notes · View notes

spencersawkward · 3 years

Note

hi i love your writing sm, could u do something w having sex w mgg in his trailer🦋

oh yes i can most definitely do that. i just did a blurb that included something similar but i have a whole other fantasy for this one that i think would be so hot. this is just like filthy smut i might have done a lil too much lol.

summary: reader goes to visit her friend, Matthew, on set. when he catches her doing something dirty in his trailer, he offers to help.

word count: 4.2k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, masturbation, dirty talk, face-sitting, degradation, Cocky Matthew, some semi-exhibitionism.

masterlist

my toes curl over the sheets and I let out a dissatisfied groan as I throw the abandoned vibrator onto the side table. ever since flying home from visiting friends in New York, I’ve been absolutely, embarrassingly... horny.

usually, my trusty toy is able to work wonders; this week has been rough, though. maybe it’s something to do with my stress-levels or maybe my body just doesn’t feel like cooperating. it doesn’t help that I have about an hour before I’m scheduled to visit my friend on the set of his show.

I haven’t seen Matthew in almost a year. between his shooting schedule and my own job getting more demanding, spending time together really hasn’t been possible. I miss his laugh and the way our conversations always flow so easily. whenever we hang out, it’s like we pick up right where we left off. and now, as I give up on trying to get one off before seeing him, I start to wonder what to expect. a tour? meeting his castmates?

to be completely honest, I don’t really want to do any of that. I’m sure they’re all very nice people and we’d have a good time, but the last week in the city was so full of group interactions that I’m really hoping to sit across from each other and just... talk.

there’s no point in speculating, though. instead, I glance over at my disappointing toy and sigh. maybe next time.

when I get there, Matthew texts me to wait for him so he can bring me to his trailer. everyone is bustling around, moving according to their own chaotic schedules. a couple golf carts occasionally roll through the space, toting actors and other personnel. it’d be overwhelming for anyone who isn’t used to it.

“Y/N!” Matthew’s voice cuts across the din of the set as he waves. he’s leaning out of the side of a golf cart that he’s driving, which makes me nervous as he pulls up to me. I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he stops the cart and hops out to wrap me in a hug.

he smells good, like expensive cologne and cool air. as he withdraws, he sets his hands on my shoulders and grins at me.

“you look great! how are you?” as usual, he’s talkative. I smile back, though, and take in his appearance. he’s always been handsome, but right now Matthew is looking especially good: the breeze has swept his curls, he’s got on a colorful button-up short-sleeve with parakeets on it, and there’s some stubble growing on his face that’s new. he looks older, more mature.

kind of sexy.

“I’m really well. cool ride you’ve got.” I nod to the golf cart and Matthew laughs.

“you wanna know a secret?” he smirks. I raise my eyebrows and he leans down a little to reach my height. “I’m not supposed to drive that.”

“how’d you get it?” I frown. knowing him, he probably managed to charm his way around the rules, but I’m sure there’s a funny story behind it as well. he’s full of weird anecdotes.

“one of my cast mates distracted the guy who runs the warehouse where they keep them.” he winks, then gestures for me to follow him. I slide into the passenger seat and before I can really process what’s happening, he’s swerving in a wide circle and speeding off.

“I’ve been meaning to call you,” he practically yells over the sound of the motor. “but I know you’ve been busy.”

“yeah, I actually just started writing for this new show.”

“you’re downtown, then?” he glances over with a smile and then we’re slowing to a stop. an enormous trailer sits among rows of other enormous trailers, presumably for his cast mates. he turns off the cart and turns his body to face me while I talk. zeroes in on me in a way that makes my stomach flip.

“for right now, yeah.” I can’t help the smile. it’s been a while since I’ve worked in Los Angeles; I was working as a writer on one of Matthew’s independent films when I got an offer in New York and decided to relocate. and even though it was amazing there, I missed California sunshine and I missed him. we were inseparable before I left.

“so, what I’m hearing is that you’re now legally bound to hang out with me.” he grins in that dazzling way of his. I laugh and nod, climbing out when he does. he opens the trailer door for me. “I have to go back to work in about twenty minutes, but afterwards I wanna take you to dinner.”

“oh, I could have come later. I’m sorry.” I turn to apologize, but he’s quick to wave it off.

“it’s fine. as long as you don’t mind spending an hour in here, it shouldn’t be too torturous.”

I peer around the space, noticing the little ways in which Matthew has made this place his own: aside from all the complimentary gift baskets and notes, the trailer is occupied by strange trinkets that he’s collected, random books and notebooks that scatter the couch and what looks like an attempt at a desk.

“wow.” I say. he sidles up next to me, sighing and realizing that it’s a bit cluttered.

“sorry about the mess. I haven’t really had time to clean up.”

“no, no, I meant ‘wow’ in a good way.” I walk over to the couch and sit down, patting the spot next to me. he smiles, pushes an acting theory book out of the way, and sinks into the cushions a safe distance from me.

“tell me about this job, then.” he immediately starts. I shrug.

“it’s nothing huge, just a teen drama. everyone I work with is brilliant, though.”

“that’s amazing. have you had a chance to work on your art?”

I think back to all the times when Matthew and I would spend free afternoons doing doodle competitions of the crew, usually on random scripts. they were judged by other cast mates, anyone who would take the time to look. I don’t think I was supposed to be on set as much as I was, but it was worth it.

“I wish. my schedule is so busy now, I barely have time to make dinner for myself.” I laugh. he leans back into the corner of the couch, resting his arm on top of the back. I pull one leg beneath me and mirror his actions.

“that’s too bad. I was looking forward to seeing some new stuff.”

“I don’t think any of my co-workers would particularly enjoy the representations I do of them.”

“sour sports.” he says. the strangeness and vehemence of the sentiment makes me snort and I glance at the notebooks around the room.

“how about you? any new masterpieces?”

we go on like this for a while, just catching up and slipping into our inside jokes and memories as if they aren’t from a different time in our lives. although I was excited to see him today, there was a lingering nervousness about it going as planned. sometimes you try to reconnect and the spark is just... gone. but Matthew is still Matthew, and I’m still me.

he ends up leaving to go shoot sooner than I can believe, time passing quickly, and tells me to feel free to read any of his books or look through his sketchbooks. he never hides anything, and it’s admirable.

once he’s gone, I settle onto the couch with a used Ray Bradbury anthology that I found beneath a bag of sour candies and start to read.

my mind wanders, however, as I try to concentrate on the page. I think about how Matthew looks now, how the stubble makes his jaw even more defined. those wide, hazel eyes that always seem to glitter with enthusiasm. I don’t know if I’m still frustrated from the unsuccessful session with my vibrator earlier, but the thoughts begin to turn over in my mind and mingle with other ones.

there were moments with him that I remember, quiet ones where we’d be about to say goodnight or moments where he’d fall asleep on my shoulder in my apartment, where I’d look at him and consider the possibility. we get on so well, and he’s arguably one of my best friends. distance hasn’t changed that. there are things I would tell him that I haven’t told my other friends.

and when he’d brush against my skin, or grab my arm to get my attention, and my imagination would run wild. heated kisses and closed doors. finding the way to my bed in the dark, his hands on my waist while he crawls on top of me. things that never happened but that I imagined as if they were real memories seared into my mind.

and now, sitting in this trailer with this book and on this couch that smells like him, those feelings return like something lost, then found: rushing, feverish, overpowering. the images come in a flux, his weight on top of mine and his teeth dragging over my tits. on this couch, that’s all I want.

there’s a blush on my cheeks as I drop the book on the floor and undo the button on my pants. it won’t take me long; I can feel how wet I’m getting and I haven’t even thought that much about it. the pent-up excitement from earlier will overtake my senses. he said I have an hour, and this might take ten minutes tops.

as my fingertips brush over my panties, I close my eyes and imagine they’re his. curious, gentle, teasing before reaching below the waistband and cupping me. I whimper, starting to trace over the wet folds of my entrance with an eager hand. it feels good, right, and the heat of my body tells me that this time, it’ll work. my head is full of thoughts of him, and I dip a finger in, clenching around the digits. the heel of my palm presses into my clit and I moan, starting to work myself.

I imagine Matthew coming in here after he’s done and kissing me like he’s wasted enough time waiting; like he can’t wait another second to be with me. my pace quickens at the memory of his hands, veined and strong and sure, pumping into me. taunting me.

“Matthew...” I whine, removing my fingers to circle my clit with a hurried pressure. every second burns across my skin, reminding me that what I’m doing is wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself in his trailer while he works, especially not when he’s coming back soon.

but it’s hot, too, and the rhythm I create is impossible to resist. I switch between fingering and toying with my bundle of nerves while clenching my free hand in the couch cushion. my eyes are squeezed shut as I get closer to orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening with every moment.

“o-oh my god,” I hum. “Matthew--”

the sharp intake of breath makes my entire body freeze. my eyes fly open to see the bastard himself standing there, lips parted. he can’t seem to figure out where to look: my face, which was just contorted in pleasure while I moaned his name, or my pussy, which is almost completely on display now that I’ve managed to push my jeans down to my knees.

“oh my god.” I stutter, immediately removing my hand and sitting up. my cheeks are on fire and everything around me seems surreal. this can’t be real. “y-you weren’t supposed to be back for an hour.” I say stupidly. shit ton of luck that hour did me.

“we, uh, wrapped early.” he averts his eyes, then glances cautiously at my face. “I promise I walked in here before I knew. I never meant--”

“no, it’s fine.” I pull up my jeans, still too shocked to make any sweeping movements. he doesn’t seem quite sure what to do with himself, and I speak to break the silence. “sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I wonder what you’d have done with an actual hour.” he says it like he’s attempting to lighten the mood, then winces as he realizes that he shouldn’t have said that. “sorry, bad joke. I’m just-- surprised.”

“Matthew, I’m so sorry--” I start. there’s literally no other direction to take this conversation. I feel like I’ve ruined our friendship within the span of a few seconds.

“were you saying my name?” he asks, eyebrows slightly raised. I would like to sink into the floor and never come up again, I think.

“well, the thing is--” I take a deep breath. “I don’t normally, um... do that in people’s trailers?” my frown makes him smile a little as he relaxes. now that I’m fully clothed, he doesn’t seem so daunted. I scoot up on the couch and glance between the open spot and him to get him to sit. standing only makes it weirder.

he obliges, watching me pull my knees into my chest before I start to explain. guilt is building in my chest now, so much more real after being caught.

“I don’t wanna make this even more awkward than it is, but I feel like I should make it clear that there’s a reason why I was doing it in here and I’m not some freak who, like, contaminates people’s space. like, I was just gonna be super quick about it and be done because-- and now I’m justifying it, which is even worse--”

“hey, Y/N, relax.” Matthew reaches out and touches my wrist, his fingers soft as they pull my attention to his. when I finally muster the courage to look him in the eyes, he’s got a small smile on his face. “I’m not mad or anything.”

“okay.” I sigh, spine going a little less rigid.

“you were moaning my name, though, right?” he smirks. my eyes widen.

“don’t get too cocky,” I try to play it off. “I haven’t been able to get off for the past few days and I only tried it to see if it would work.”

“looks like it did.” he glances between my flushed cheeks and the hand that was playing with myself, which is now sitting on my jeans. how is he being so fucking smooth right now?

“whatever.” I turn my face away, knowing that anything else would be damning.

“are you still... frustrated?” he asks. his voice is low. my face snaps up, jaw dropping. one of his hands is covering the crotch of his jeans, trying to hide something.

“why?”

“I can help you out. only if you want to, of course.” he says this in complete seriousness. my gaze passes over his features once again to make sure I’m not absolutely dreaming. every line in his face, the intensity of those pretty irises, feels too real to be fake.

“like...” I think about his hands, about what he’s offering. it’s heavier than just sex, but also maybe not. it doesn’t have to be; we’re adults. our friendship wouldn’t be shattered by one encounter.

“like I’ll eat you out right now and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” we’ve moved closer on the couch, our faces inches apart while he says it so quietly that I wouldn’t hear it otherwise. the way he licks his lips, stares at me, tells me that we’ve already passed the point of no return. there’s no use in holding back anymore.

“mhmm.” I nod. if I say anything more, I’ll reveal more than he wants to know. that I’ve wanted this for a while, even though I tried to forget the way he makes me feel.

“come here, then.” he beckons me forward and I impatiently crash my lips to his. he responds immediately, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling me to him. he’s greedy, but not in a way that overwhelms. like he’s trying to enjoy the moment. his nose brushes my cheek when he deepens the kiss, my hands looping around his neck. he begins to bite on my lower lip, tugging to get me to moan. I let him explore me, those features that he’s seen so many times but has never touched.

we’re hopeful in our embrace, and my mind feels like spring and how I imagine the earth feels when it’s in full bloom. excitement in my veins as we get more heated. when his fingers unbutton my jeans, he pulls away to take a moment.

“sit on my face.” he breathes out, feverish. I nod, getting up to shrug off my jeans. he watches, licking his lips when I pull down my panties and step out of them, then take off my top and bra. he leans back as if to sink down onto the couch for me, but I shake my head.

“take off your clothes first.” I tell him.

“you wanna see me naked?” he knows the truth, but wants me to say it. the smirk on his face makes me annoyingly aroused. I just start to go for the buttons on his shirt.

“yeah, I wanna see you naked.” I reply. this makes him grin and he helps me out by working on his jeans. we strip him down and then we’re both there, looking at each other.

“c’mere, beautiful.” he grabs my hip and pulls me closer until I get on the couch and position myself. he lies down flat, gesturing for me to scoot up his chest until my core is right above his face. “perfect.”

I’m about to poke a little fun at him for being so confident when he reaches up, wraps his hands around my thighs, and pulls me down against his face.

I yelp, overwhelmed by how he moans against my heat and starts to eat me out. his tongue moves expertly, lapping at the wetness that’s gathered between my legs before teasing my entrance. I release a series of noises that are downright sinful, but the red marks he’s leaving in my thighs tell me he’s loving my reaction. his nose brushes against my clit and I start to roll my hips against his face, falling apart already as he switches between sucking, licking, and sliding his tongue inside me. I grip onto his hair, mumbling like a prayer.

he takes the opportunity to quickly slap my ass before returning to my thighs, burying his face and working with a divine acuity. I can’t believe how good it feels, throwing my head back and arching my spine while I hold my tits. Matthew moves my hand and massages one while he stares up into my eyes, lust evident in every sound and motion.

“Matthew, please--” I gasp. “don’t stop.”

he groans, running his nails down my stomach while I ride his face. I’m needy for him, only uttering his name and more pleas for his tongue. and the sensation of him holding me down like he can’t get enough makes the knot from earlier return easily. I lean back a little, swirl my hips, and then it comes like a white-hot wave.

“oh my god—“ I can barely get it out, moving with abandon. “it’s so fucking good.”

he lets my body slow to a reasonable pace, drawing out the high until I’m swallowing all the air I can get and pull myself away from him. Matthew’s grinning, mouth glistening while he sits up a bit.

“such a wet little pussy.” he tells me, licking his lips. I’m pretty much resting on his chest and I start to move off of him when he quickly straightens himself, wraps his arms around my waist, and pushes me so I’m laying on my back at the other end of the couch with him leaning over me.

I brush his curls out of his face, appreciating the hunger in his face. he craves more of me, and the erection he’s pressing into my inner thigh is proof. I look up at him.

“you’re good.” I concede. he shrugs, smiles. butterflies.

“I just think about it a lot.” the response is simple, but it’s the right one. I blush and he grabs his dick, pumping it a few times before lining it up at my entrance. I search his eyes, those widened pupils, as he shoves into me.

“shit.” he moans, jaw dropping once he’s reaching the hilt. “give it to me, baby.” I can feel him deep inside, cock twitching against my walls as he settles. one of his arms is over me, supporting himself on the arm of the couch, while the other holds my waist.

I don’t speak, only bite down on my lip and whimper through the initial shocks of him. it isn’t until he pulls out that I get more vocal. he starts to roll his hips, never breaking eye contact while I arch my back and moan.

“harder.” I whisper. he tightens his grip on me and slams himself inside. my body instinctively moves up away from the pressure, but he brings me right back down.

“is this what you were thinking about?” he breathes out. “me fucking you like a slut?”

I nod urgently, but he uses an index finger to tilt my face back to his.

“tell me who you belong to, little slut.” his tone is low, laced with lust when he bites his lip and watches my reactions to his cock.

“you.” I whine quietly, grabbing his shoulders for stability while he plows into me.

“louder, sweetheart. you were plenty sure before.” he mocks, pausing after to moan in my ear like he’s absolutely losing it. he roughly tugs me further against him and the sensation makes me cry out.

“y-you-- fuck!”

“c’mon, baby.” he pants. we’re definitely rocking this trailer with the way he’s ramming my body right now. I can feel him like he’s in my ribs.

“Matthew, oh god--”

“show me how you cum, Y/N. lemme see you fucking break.” the final word is punctuated by him bottoming-out within me, his noises their own stimulation to my senses. I’m trying to breathe but it’s so hard with all the thoughts firing in my brain. he doesn’t go easy on me.

“I’m cumming.” my hips jerk up into his, pussy fluttering like it’s trying to push him out. but the tension only makes him thrust harder, further, chasing his own release as I claw at his back and squeeze my legs around his torso.

“can I fill that tight little cunt up, baby?” he moans into my ear, our bodies like undulating waves. I nod and buck against him, which drives him mad as his thrusts get sloppier. we’re filthy together and it’s otherworldly. “good girl.”

he lets out a whimpering sound while he stills inside my body and cums. I feel him twitching, shooting his load into me. I’m writhing while I clench around him, both of us falling apart. for all his cockiness, he’s lovely when he’s orgasming-- mouth open, eyes rolling back into his head before focusing intently on my face, a sheen of sweat that glows on his cheekbones.

when he finally withdraws, leaving me naked and panting on his couch, his eyes run over my body appreciatively.

“that help?” he smirks as he straightens. I glare at him, kneeing him in the ribs, and he leans down to kiss my cheek, giving me a tender look. “I’m joking. are you okay?”

“more than okay.” I smile. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, closing and opening his mouth as if debating whether or not to say something else.

“you’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“thanks.” as if this man hasn’t already fucked me senseless, I blush, look away shyly. he grabs my clothes from the floor and hands them to me.

“do you want some water?” he’s worried about giving me space. there’s a question lingering between us that I’m afraid to ask, especially now that he hasn’t. Matthew has always been the more bold between the two of us.

“uh, sure.” if it means he takes his eyes off me long enough for me to regain my bearings, yes. I watch him pull on the rest of his clothes before standing and going over to his mini-fridge. I’ll need to clean up soon.

“so...” his voice is measured, hazel eyes slipping over my form.

“so.”

“dinner? and then breakfast?” he suggests. my eyebrows raise at the second question, one that he hasn’t mentioned until now. the implication makes me laugh.

“you think you’re getting this again?” I try to act nonchalant, as if I’m not already imagining it.

“oh, wait--” he frowns, hesitates. “that’s not what I meant.”

“what did you mean?” there’s a grin taking over my face, hopeful as I await his response. I guess we’re about to answer that question after all.

“I wanna finally take you on a date.” he smiles softly, surprisingly shy. I don’t even hesitate to answer.

“I’m in.”

#mgg smut #mgg #matthew gray gubler #rpf #criminal minds #mgg oneshot

508 notes · View notes

raziroo · 3 years

Text

Cotton Candy

Pairing: Lotor x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Saying "Shit" twice

Word count: 2,076 (yay) (also, I edited this, I still need to update the word count)

Author’s Note: I'm crap at writing dialogues, and this is my first time writing for a gay couple. I'm so sorry if it seems forced or unnatural or shitty. Don't be afraid to call me out.

Story Moodboard!

It’s with a grunt of effort that I manage to lift the carton containing the cotton-candy-maker.

‘Here, dad,’ I say as my dad takes the box from my hands. ‘That’s all?’

‘Yep, that’s all of it. We’ll conquer this carnival with our delicious cotton candy,’ I nod, doing jazz hands while saying the last part. Dad chuckles. I grin.

‘Hey, Honey!’ I turn back, squinting to spot where my other dad is in the crowd of bustling people. Where, where…? Yep, there he is – in his embarrassingly brilliant sunshine yellow and bottle green striped shirt and hot pink trousers, a sharp contrast to his natural bright red hair. Don’t say that it can’t look that bright; you’ll never know just how blindingly bright bottle green can really be until you see the shirt my dad’s wearing. And trust me, he usually dresses in simpler tones; such bland tones that you’d be surprised to know he was capable of wearing colourful hues as well. It’s only that he’s very passionate about his job, and so whenever we set up a booth in fetes such as the current one, he never misses to match the shop logo.

‘Hul-lo, father dearest, how seems to go your day?’

‘Oh, quite lovely, if I do say so.’

‘Well, that’s simply charming –’

‘Alright, enough,’ my other, not redhead dad snaps with an exasperated sort of smile on his visage. You see, my not redhead, a.k.a. brown-haired dad happens to be British. And that means that me and dad would rather paint our teeth blue than to not tease him. ‘You both need to shut it and start helping me with the decorations, now. You know I’m trash at all that.’

‘Aw, now don’t get discouraged,’ I say, patting dad on the back. ‘After all, not everyone can be as blessed as me, can they?’

‘Hey, why don’t you go look around for a bit? You’ve been helping out since before I have.’

‘Yeah, he’s right, pet. You should.’

I huff, rubbing my palms on the fabric of my jeans. ‘You guys sure? I’m not tired, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘We’re not worried, we’re just saying you should also get a look, you know? There’s a lot of surprising booths this time around. I mean, there are aliens participating too, so…’

‘Hmm,’ I play with my bottom lip a little, then, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll be back in like, an hour? Forty five minutes? Sound okay?’

‘Sounds great.’

‘Bye, then.’ And with that, I turn on the heels of my Converse, wandering about the pretty stalls and eager children and kissy couples and aliens with curious features.

It really feels bizarre, just how astonishingly fast mankind has accepted the existence of aliens. It seems simultaneously ages and just a day before when conspiracy theorists raged all around the world, presenting baseless theories and concepts as to why and how the three-man squad on the Kerberos mission disappeared. Then came the Galra, bringing along with them global terror – because alien life, intelligent alien life existed and humanity remained oblivious all these millennia, and now they were actually attacking us. It could’ve been, perhaps even was, in some other dimension, the end of Earth. But then a defender appeared; Voltron appeared in all its glory, bringing along with it proof that however much these purple aliens claim that humans are scum of the universe, humans were, in the grand scheme of things, the ones that saved the universe too.

It feels even more puzzling to actually be on a first-name basis with the leader of Voltron; that’s right, I’m personally acquainted with Keith Kogane. It was around six months after him leaving the Garrison did I come across him. He’d been loitering around the neighbourhood, had ended up in a fistfight with some other kids, and along with that a split lip and bruised cheek. I’d been watching. When the fight ended, I (somehow) persuaded him to come along so that I could at the very least provide him with a band-aid.

Long story short, we’d bonded over how our moms were no-shows and how dads were the best and we became surprisingly close friends; the only difference was that after the death of his old man, he lived alone. I’d been adopted by my two current fathers. I told him about how when they’d initially adopted me, I was excruciatingly shy. I wouldn’t even come out of my room except meals. It was only when I came to know that they knew how to make candy floss had I timidly approached them if I could have some, because previously I’d always been grossed out at the thought of having to eat that. I’d overheard this group of kids saying that cotton candy was actually just dyed granny hair, so that’s where that came from.

I love cotton candy now. So much so, that even at the age of twenty-six, I will pout if someone takes some of mine without my permission. As if I’d ever allow them to.

Speaking of Keith, I haven’t seen him in years. We lost all contact when he turned eighteen, and then he went off into space, and even when he came back, I didn’t get a chance to meet him. I bear no ill will, though. He must have formed some close relationships. Our past friendship is comparatively much more trivial.

I spot a booth selling grilled corn. I instantly head there.

As I’m about join the crowd of humans and aliens who also want corn, a familiar call of my name leads me to pull a three sixty.

Lo and behold. Keith Kogane.

Despite him having obviously grown a lot, the face was still the same. I’m sure that, if he gets a split lip and bruise on his cheek right now, he won’t look all that different.

There’s a questioning hesitance on his features; he’s probably wondering if he’s got the right person. My pleasantly surprised smile and raised eyebrows assure him. As I step away from the grilled corn stall, I notice a motley crowd behind him; some are purple, some are holding Voltron plushies, and some look way too curious to be in a carnival. The introduction is going to be fun.

‘Keith! You're gonna live a hundred years - I was just thinking about you. But anyways, it’s – it’s great to see you,’ I say with a little giggle. ‘Though I am kind of surprised you actually approached me. The sixteen-year-old you would never.’

He smiles awkwardly in return. ‘Y – yeah… I, just… oh God, this is – I’m sorry,’ he says, his inner turmoil evident.

‘It’s all good. I know you’re shit at small talk, so… like, introduce me? Maybe?’

He nods rapidly, brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, um,’ he turns to the people behind him, telling them my name, how we met, the whole affair. I give them a wave. Most of them greet me back.

‘And, this is Shiro and Curtis,’ he points to the tall, white-haired yet young man, holding hands with a tanner guy, ‘Lance, Pidge and Hunk,’ he points to a lanky, bright-smiled guy, a buffer, kind-seeming person, and a short chestnut-haired woman who, despite wearing baggy jeans and a baggier tee, looks somehow better dressed than me. ‘Then that’s Allura, Coran, and Romelle, they’re Alteans,’ a woman with enchanting beauty and a regal aura surrounding her, a redhead who’s significantly older than the rest with an impressive moustache, and a youthful appearing girl with a big grin, ‘and Lotor, he’s Galran. The Galran Emperor, in fact.’ Lotor is a tall, lilac-skinned man with aristocratic features who shares the same cheek markings as the Alteans. Oh, and he’s unfairly gorgeous, his hair a luscious mane of white which I just know will be soft. It’s hard not to stare. You remember how I said Allura looked like royalty? Yeah, the way this man carries himself, he has the aura and visage of a God. Even in a white tee-shirt and jeans he looks way better than should be legal.

I rip my eyes away.

‘So…are Noah and Oliver here too? I’d love to see them. I mean, I never did get to thank them to permit a possible criminal to sleep in their house.’

I laugh. ‘Never mind that, but we actually sit up a stall here. I could, you know, maybe even get you guys something to eat.’

‘Free? Please don’t.’

‘It’s nothing, really, just… I don’t know, accept it as a small thank you present for not letting the planet go to shit.’

A bit of thinking. Even after a nod from Shiro, it was Lance who said yes. Good ol’ Keith.

When we reach the stall, my British dad is the only one we find there. He looks up, about to say something to me, when he notices Keith.

‘Dad. You remember Keith?’

‘Your possible criminal friend who turned out to be the saviour of the universe Keith?’

‘That Keith. He wanted to see you.’

‘Oh? Well then,’ he dusts his hands, stands up, and greets Keith. Both of them engage in a conversation.

‘You guys wanna try something?’

‘What do you got?’ asks Pidge.

‘What do we got? Um, we got chocolates, candy, marshmallows, jellybeans, tortilla chips, ice cream, popcorn – butter, cheese, caramel, peri peri – Lays, like, a lot of Lays, and the good old cotton candy. What d’you want?’

So, after providing the humans with two Cream n’ Onion Lays, a pack of tortilla chips, a double scoop of butterscotch and chocolate, a small tub of popcorn, and three cotton candy sticks, I turned to the aliens.

‘I’m assuming you guys aren’t familiar with a lot of this stuff, so you could either pick whatever looks to be good, ask your friends, or I could recommend something. What’ll it be?’

Romelle was the one who asked, ‘What’s ice cream like?’

‘It’s sweet. It’s cold. And it’s like… heaven in mouth.’

‘Ooh. I want an ice cream. The… pink one?’

‘That’s strawberry. You can eat it in a cone, or in a cup.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Well, the cup you can’t eat. The cone is like a crispy biscuit,’ judging by her face, she didn’t know what biscuit was. ‘I’ll just give you a cone. It’s all on the house, so no worries if you don’t like it.’

I watched eagerly as she licked the ice cream. An unreadable look crossed her face. Then – ‘This is almost as good as Hunk’s cookies!’

‘Really?’ Coran asked, twirling his moustache. ‘Well, then…’ he squinted to read the names of the various flavours. ‘I would like “cookies and cream”. Yes.’ A cone of cookies n’ cream was served.

‘Allura?’

‘Do you have something that isn’t sweet?’ That was a plot twist. I’d have taken her as someone who appreciated sweeter foods.

‘We do. You want spicy?’

‘…Sure.’ Peri Peri popcorn was given and enjoyed.

And last… ‘Lotor. What would you like to have?’

It takes me a lot of will to not laugh at Lotor’s way too analytical expression. ‘What would you recommend?’

‘Me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Out of all this stuff, candy floss is my favourite.’

‘Candy floss… the item that looks simultaneously like a cloud and an old woman’s hair?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I would like a helping of candy floss, then.’

As I hand Lotor a stick of cotton candy, I wait with anticipation for his reaction.

‘How am I supposed to eat this?’

It takes me a moment to process that. ‘Uh, you just… pinch a little of the stuff in between your fingers, then eat it. Or you could just, um, go in directly, which I’m thinking isn’t really your style.’

He narrows his eyes, but follows my instructions nonetheless. Only a second after putting the stuff in his mouth, Lotor purrs.

Everyone around him, being me, Coran and Romelle (Allura’s off telling Lance how great Earth food is), looks with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Lotor appears as if he’s just died inside. The berry-shaded blush on his face is adorable, though.

'I didn't, like, poison you or something, right?'

'No. It's that... I would never in my lifetimes have expected something so tooth-rottingly sweet to be this delicious.'

'So you're okay?'

‘Yes. In fact, I quite like… this cotton candy.’

I grin.

190 notes · View notes

achliegh · 3 years

Text

Speak No Evil (Rewrite)

O’Knutzy Kink Exploration #2

Gag

Beta: @punkkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, Kinks, Gag

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Leo was out getting groceries, Finn was pinned to the couch, Logan was sitting on him, pinning his lover's hands beneath his knees while texting Leo. Finn groans as Logan grinds against his hard cock while Logan bites his lip, holding back his own sounds. How they got in this position was a mystery. Before Leo left they were just napping on the couch together.

Then again cuddling does make Logan horny.

Sunshine

You: Let's try that thing tonight.

Sunshine: Which one? Sexy thing or food thing?

You: Sexy thing

Sunshine: I’m omw home

Sunshine: Start without me

Logan smirks at his phone then tosses it on the floor, not even caring if the screen has cracked. Leaning down, Logan catches Finn’s lips in a fiery kiss, licking into his mouth, running his hands up and down Finn’s chest; he feels Finn try to get his hands out from under Logan’s knees. Logan pulls away a little to look into Finn’s bronze eyes, smiling a little as he gives his lower lip a small nip. Lifting himself up a bit to be able to wiggle his hands out from under Logan’s knees. Pulling Logan back in for more kisses he feels Logan start to become less dominant and aggressive. Almost losing his edge.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, mon joli mannequin” He sees Finn blush from the French dripping from his tongue and sits up. Next thing he knows he is being carried over Finn’s shoulder to the bedroom. Laughing as he is jostled around he slaps Finn’s butt and kicks a little when Finn retaliates by pinching his side.

“I bet you can’t wait to be dicked down by me, huh?” Finn tosses Logan on the bed and begins to strip himself. Logan laughs and finally gets undressed. Climbing over Logan, bracketing him in with his hands by his head and his knees on either side of his thighs. He uses one hand to support himself and runs his thumb over Logan's cheek bone just soaking in his beauty. “You’re stunning” Logan pulls him down into a kiss as his cheeks heat up.

Logan flips them over and reaches over to the nightstand to grab the lube. He pulls away and puts the bottle into Finn’s hands smiling shyly. Finn left as though he might simply pass away.

“Want me to prep you? Or do you have some plan that I don’t know about?” Finn narrows his eyes at him as he sits up with Logan still in his lap. The lack of answer he gets besides a look and a bit of a lip meant ‘yes’. He reaches down with lubed fingers to trace Logan's entrance, he feels a little smug when Logan shivers and grips his shoulders. Finn starts leaving light, almost non-existent, kisses and nips to his neck and shoulder, pushing one digit in, his stomach rolling with excitement at the gasp that is punched out of Logan. His lover gets louder and his kisses get more desperate as he preps him until he is ready.

Logan comes out of his daze just long enough to grab Finn's hands and pin him back to the bed. Breathing heavily as he smirks at his lover.

“How do you feel about me riding you, but you can’t touch me?” Thinking for a moment Finn is going through his mind trying to figure out if he wants to try it. He had never been restrained before, Leo had tried it and almost broke the headboard with how much he wanted to touch the other two, Logan is extremely fond of it but sometimes he wants to have the control. He nodded slowly after a minute and the smile it produces from Logan should absolutely be illegal. “Okay, remember you can get out at any time, we can stop at any time… Try not to break the headboard” That pulls a laugh from both of them as Logan moves to attach his hands to the headboard. It was tight but not uncomfortable, he pulled a little to remind himself that he couldn’t touch Logan and that was something he loved. He looked into those sweet pea green eyes and relaxed. “Remember the safeword?” Finn nods and groans as Logan moves so his cock is sliding against Logan's entrance.

“Is this your plan? You just wanted to tie me up?” His breath hitches as Logan sinks down on him, Logan's eyes scrunched closed and his nails dig into Finn's chest. “You wanted to be in control today, just wait until Leo comes home and sees what a naughty little thing you’ve been- fuck” He snaps his hips up to meet Logans hips, Logan makes an embarrassingly cute sound and glares at him with out any fire.

“Since you can’t touch me are you just gonna talk your way through this?” He lifts his arms over his head as he sets a rhythm of fucking himself on Finn and arches his back as his hands grip his own hair. “If that is gonna happen I will gag you-”

“Well isn't this a sight to come home to.” Leo was leaning against the door frame watching Logan bounce on Finn, who he managed to get tied up, much to Leo’s amusement. “Started without me again?” He hears Logan huff an annoyed breath as he reaches out for Leo. Walking forward he takes his hand and kisses his hand.

“You said I could so I did, can we start now before I cum?” Logan shifted a little to look at Leo and cried out in pleasure as he hit his prostate. Leo looks over to Finn who is looking a little dazed and sweaty. Trying to figure out what they mean by getting started.

“You mean this isn’t what you planned?” He looks at Logan who is gone with fucking himself. Shaking his head Logan pulls a now naked Leo into a heated kiss and grips his hair and uses it to make sure Leo doesn’t pull away. Leo is feeling around on the bed for the bottle of lube humming when he finds it. “Fuck, you guys are so hot, I can’t wait to see what you sexy idiots came up with. Fuck I want to touc-” His eyes widen as something is stuffed into his mouth keeping him from talking, his breath hitches and he whines tugging on the restraints a bit.

“Three tugs on the restraints and we will stop, okay?” Leo is breathing hard climbing behind Logan, running a hand up Finn’s thigh and one up Logan's side. “I needed to put a pair of boxers in your dirty mouth or else it would get us off before we even got to the main event!” He nips at Logan's ear as he squirts some lube onto his fingers and whispers to him, “ready, sweetheart?” Logan slows his pace and nods. Finn is really confused until he feels a finger slide in next to his cock inside of Logan.

All three of them stop breathing for a moment until Logan lets out a possibly filthy moan and Finn follows suit, Leo slowly starts moving the finger in and out of his lover while putting pressure onto his other lover's shaft. They all move together until Leo has three fingers buried in Logan, who has cum twice. Finn is trying to make as much noise as possible, he arches his back trying to will himself not to cum from the feeling of Logan tight around him and Leo moving next to him.

Leo slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed his hand through Logan’s sweaty hair while sucking on a hickey he made behind Logan's ear. He whispered into his ear for the second time that session.

“Are you ready for this or do you want to stop with just fingers for tonight.”

“No! I want, I want- Je te veux aussi en moi.” He was too far gone to remember English at this very moment and Leo watches as a pretty flush washes over Finn from his ears to his chest, his breath hitches and Leo leans back away from Logan’s sweaty back to lube his ignored cock up.

“Ready?” He sees Logan nod and smile, kissing the side of his head and slowly pushing in, again they all three groaned in sync as Leo slid inside next to Finn. He watched as the redhead's eyes rolled back and his head dropped back onto the pillow. Leo’s attention is pulled to Logan who turns his head to kiss Leo while smiling. Whispering encouragement to move. Leo does as Logan asks and starts moving causing Logan to cum for a third time and shout. Leo kept moving even as he felt Finn start to come.

Logan is in another dimension, he feels Finn release inside him as Leo moves and tears start to fall from his eyes. He was steadily streaming cum from his own ongoing orgasm. He watches as Finn’s beauty over took his sense, the smell of sweat and sex, the view of his beautiful red cheeks and sweat shiny chest, the sounds of him whimpering behind the bundle of boxer briefs in his mouth. He had to kiss him. Logan takes the fabric out of Finn’s mouth and swallows his moans licking into his mouth as Leo continues to fuck them. His breath stutters as he feels Leo start to cum inside him also.

After a while of catching their breaths, Logan unties Finn as Leo and Finn both slip out of him. He falls between his boys cuddling into them, none of them wanting to get up to get a washcloth to clean them up, because they are one sticky mess.

Finn isn’t quite done with them though, after his fog whooshes away he shimmies down the bed and rolls over between Logan's legs. Pushing them open, he surprises Logan by licking over his entrance, pulling a shiver from the shorter man. He knew Lo loves overstimulation so he had a good feeling on how this would go. He starts licking in a pattern of short soft licks and long harder ones mixed in. He feels a weight next to him on the bed and feels one of Logan's legs lift up. Leo lays down on his stomach next to Finn with Logan’s leg resting over his shoulder.

Leo starts kissing on Logan’s inner thigh and nudges Finn’s cheek with his nose, drawing his attention away from sucking on Logan’s entrance and kissing him. Swiping their tongues over each other, Leo catches Finn’s and sucks on it for a second before pulling away, smacking his lips and licking them.

“Good soup.”

“I hate you.” Logan mumbles from above them. His disdain is short-lived short-lived as Leo takes his turn eating him out. Fucking him with his tonuge Logan reaches down, feeling for someones hair and just gripping as he cums again. Dry this time but still wonderful. His eyes slip shut after his climax, feeling the other two shift around and clean up. He eventually opens his eyes again to see one of them on either side of him, Leo is making sure Logan didn’t get hurt during the activities, and Finn was just staring at his face.

“What?” Finn smiles and flops next to him.

“Holy shit, I was not expecting that!” Finn looks at them with an exasperated smile still breathing hard. “How long was this in the works?”

“Ce matin”

“Huh?”

“This morning” Leo laughs a little, taking his place on the other side of Logan.

“Wow, you guys have no patience.”

#leo knut #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #sweater weather #coast to coast #o'knutzy #lumosinlove

27 notes · View notes

hockeyboysiguess · 4 years

Text

impatient | m. tkachuk

a/n: a little bit of pining, a lot a bit of other things. this was super fun to write even if it killed me a little to do.

warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol, and more smut

(this is a new and optional (no pressure but I think it will add to your experience reading my fics) thing I’m starting where all of my fics now come with a recommended wine pairing to drink while you read. full disclosure, I know absolutely nothing about wine and don’t intend to learn a damn thing about it while doing this. i order by the color and price per glass. these recommendations are based off how I feel and nothing else)

wine pairing recommendation: pink moscato, because we’re all basic bitches for matty tkachuk and pink moscato is the basic bitch wine. you know you like it. don’t lie.

word count: 5.3K

“Fuck, Matty,” you breathed out between moans as your fingers threaded deeper into the mess of curls between your thighs.

“Oh, like that?”

His hot breath fanned out across your hot, sensitive core and you groaned at the sensation. Matthew leaned in closer to you, his broad shoulders pushing your legs further apart. He still stopped short of putting his mouth on you.

“Matthew, please,” you whined, your body stiffening as you tried to grind your hips down to get more contact.

“Patience,” he kissed the inside of your thigh, a few inches from exactly where you wanted his mouth, “is a virtue, honey.”

“I fucking hate you,” you complained, but it came out empty.

“Mm, that’s hot,” was all he said before his tongue finally touched your clit and you couldn’t help but let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

Your body decided that moment you finally felt the tension start to unfold was the perfect moment to wake you up from a dream you haven’t asked for, but decided to enjoy anyway.

“Oh, fuck me,” you groaned as you pulled the covers up over your face. “He’s everywhere.”

You stumbled slowly out of bed to the bathroom. Your inability to be patient meant you washed your face with water that was verging on ice cold, which luckily today came in handy and helped you cool you off from your dream. Matthew had found his way into a lot of your thoughts when you were by yourself. He was becoming absolutely unavoidable.

“Good morning!” your long-time roommate and self-identified best friend Kayla sang as you entered the kitchen.

You have her your customary grunt in reply. One of the biggest issues in your friendship with Kayla was that she was a literal ray of sunshine presenting as a human being. She was a blindingly bright, cheery, peppy morning person who wore her heart on her sleeve and believed that everything would be better with a sprinkle of sugar and a little more love. You couldn’t understand how a person older than eight could possibly have the personality Kayla did, but she’d made it this far into life like this, so this was how she was.

“I made you a smoothie bowl. It’s in the fridge next to your coffee that’s chilling so it can be iced coffee,” Kayla informed you, sounding more like she was meant to sing to birds so they would assist her in baking a cake than that she made you, a woman arguably resembling a river troll right now more than a person, a smoothie bowl and coffee.

You grabbed the bowl eagerly, needed something to try to get your mind from replying the self-created imagine of Matty’s shoulders and curly head between your thighs. You sighed as you took your seat at the breakfast bar next to Kayla. You dug in instantly. It was one of Kayla’s better ones.

“Is good, K,” you mumbled around the berries in your mouth.

“Thank ya,” she replied with a bright smile.

“K,” you wiped the corners of your mouth before you turned to her, “can I tell you something if you promise not to tell anyone else?”

“Of course!”

Kayla was lying and you knew it. Loose lips might sink ships, but your friendship was too strong to sink despite Kayla’s knack for spilling all the beans she knew as soon as she was pushed in the slightest of ways. But, you needed to get this off your chest.

“I had a sex dream about Matthew Tkachuk,” you said bluntly.

Kayla’s spoon paused on its journey to her mouth before it dropped back into the bowl aggressively. Little purple droplets of smoothie sprayed across counter due to her sudden movement. Her mouth dropped open as she processed what you said.

“It was like, almost a sex dream, I guess,” you sighed. “He was about to eat me out and his shoulders, god the shoulders and the curls, and it was just, it was so hot and I have no idea what this means.”

“If I start singing that nursery rhyme about you two sitting in a tree kissing are you going to throw your coffee at me?” Kayla was already wincing back in her seat with her hands protectively in front of her face before she finished her sentence. “This cream sweatshirt doesn’t deserve it even if I do for saying that.”

You rolled your eyes at her and turned your attention back to your quickly thinning breakfast.

“Do you maybe like him, like him?” she asked hesitantly.

“He’s super annoying, Kayla,” you reminded her, “and I doubt he’s even into me in the slightly.”

“He’s totally into you and I know you’re into him. Annoying and a big ego is your type. He’s annoying to you because he’s constantly pulling your metaphorical pig tails.”

You rolled your eyes again, wondering if maybe they were going to get stuck up there that your mom had always threatened when you were little, before replying with, “This isn’t elementary school, K. Even if I did have a little crush, he’s not that type of guy and I’m not his type. ”

She shrugged and put her hands up, telling you that her opinion was her opinion and you could like take it or leave it.

“I just told you what I think, that’s all,” she said. “I also think we need to dress you up extra hot for the bar tonight and you better shave, just in case, you know.”

-------

As the first shot of tequila burned down your throat later that night, you were starting to regret telling Kayla. She’d already had three drinks and around four was when the secrets started spilling out and Matthew was bound to show up any minute. The team had lost tonight, but they were still coming out to celebrate someone’s birthday.

“That shirt makes your boobs look amazing!” The last word was sung, entirely unsurprising with your best friend. “Thank god you let me do your makeup tonight too. He’s not going to be able to take his eyes off you.”

“K,” you sighed as you sat the empty shot glass down on the bar, “he’s not exactly a buy-you-roses, take-you-home-to-his-momma, remember-your-anniversary, kind of guy. Pretty sure, if I wanted to, this would be a one and done sort of thing.”

Kayla shook her head after taking another shot that you couldn’t identify the origin of since you didn’t have another. Oh great, four deep.

“I’m telling you, babe. He’s into you. Like, he’s actually into you,” Kayla told you.

“Who’s into you?”

As if on cue, with an actual tug of your ponytail, Matthew was by your side with his classic, every present cocky smile and mop of curly hair, grabbing your attention even though you didn’t want to give it to him.

“No one,” you told him. “You’re just in time to pay for my next drink though.”

“You’re the worst person I know,” Matthew told you with a sigh. “You just talk to me for my money, don’t you?”

“Well, it certainly couldn’t be because of your personality,” you chirped back.

His credit card still hit the bar a few seconds later though, a wide smile on his face. He slid tight up next you, one of his hands gently resting on your back as he threw some cash on the bar along with his card to catch a bartender’s attention. His hand pressed against your back was warm and strong and you wanted to lean into it, into him. You resisted, your body stiffening as you resisted the urge to collapse into him.

“Oh, sorry,” Matthew mumbled as he took his hand away.

“Oh, you’re good! You can keep it there if you want.”

You’d said it a little too quickly and with a little too much pep for you, but luckily the volume of the bar covered it. Matthew just nodded and let his hand gently rest on your back again, his fingers drumming against you, as he ordered his and apparently your next drink.

“Don’t I get to order myself?” you asked him as you tilted your head back to allow for eye contact.

“When you’re paying,” Matthew chuckled before giving your ponytail another quick tug. “So, how’s work? Pretty sure you know how mine went today, so distract me with yours, please.”

You just started to make small talk about your work and his when your drinks arrived. Matthew was already being pulled away from you the second his beer touched his hand.

“Find me in a few!” he shouted over the noise as he was led off to the dance floor.

You definitely didn’t like you if he left that quickly, but you tried to focus on your drink instead of him. You couldn’t figure out what he’d ordered you by the taste. It was strong, but still tasted good, which was about all that actually mattered. You shrugged it off and headed over to mingle among the team and your other friends, mystery drink in hand and thoughts of Matthew in your head.

By the time your ass was back on your barstool, you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you’d had three of Matthew’s mystery drinks and you were feeling them. Still, even at your worst, you weren’t Kayla who had already been yelled three separate times by security for climbing on a chair, a table, and the bar. She could not hold her alcohol even if you paid her a million dollars to do it.

“Jesus, I’m amazed they haven’t kicked her out yet. I see we’re being boring over here though instead of fun like Kayla.”

Matthew. Of course he’d find you the second you decided to take a little breather. You rolled your eyes at him and he laughed lightly. You knew he was teasing. He was always teasing you, always chirping you. You took the last sip of your drink and began the internal debate on if you could handle one more or not.

“Look, Chucky Cheese, not all girl are table dancing types,” you sighed, settling on the idea that one more would probably more likely than not be one too many.

Matthew slid his stool closer to you as he waved the nearest bartender down to close out his tab, apparently deciding he was also done for the night along with you. The scent of his cologne was engulfing you in a way that made the rest of the world around you slowly start to disappear.

“I’m not into table dancing types,” he informed you as he intercepted your tab before you could glance at how much he was shelling out for you tonight. “More into the roommates of the table dancing types. Especially,” he slid the clipboard with the bill to the opposite edge of the bar as his eyes turned back to lock with yours, “when I have it on good authority that table dancing girl’s roommate is into me.”

If you’d still been drinking, you would’ve choked on it with that statement.

“What?” was all you managed to get out in response.

Matthew chuckled a little and nodded softly, as if he’d been expecting that very response. He pivoted on his stool to face you. Slowly and steadily, Matthew leaned in closer to you. Even sitting, he towered over you and it made your breath hitch in your throat. Him leaning into you like this enveloped you in the feeling of him and the smell of his cologne. His lips came to rest just next to the shell of your ear, accidentally grazing it for a moment. If you weren’t already sitting, your knees would’ve buckled.

“Kayla is a little too drunk to keep your dreams a secret. She said something about how my shoulders would look between your thighs? Could’ve heard that wrong though.” Matthew said softly to you. “It’s okay. I’m happy to make your dreams come true tonight.”

He paused for a second and you weren’t sure if you had breathed the entire time he’d spoke. He took a deep breath before continuing.

“That is, if you’re interested.”

Loose lips sink ships, but maybe, just maybe, Kayla’s loose lips were about to make something float for the first time in her life.

“Don’t worry so much,” he whispered against your ear as he sensed your nerves, his lips ghosting across your sensitive skin as he spoke, “I want you so fucking bad right now.”

He pulled back, settling onto his stool again with practiced ease, and your heart started racing in your chest. You could barely hear the crowd over your heart beating in your ears. You had to think of something to say and you didn’t have a lot of time to do. Your brain was racing, not landing on any thought in particular long enough for it to take hold. Matthew knew he had you exactly where he wanted and his confidence was turning you on in a way that you hated that you loved. He leaned in closer to you, his smirk still strong as he came closer to you, his mouth inches from yours. You wanted to throw him off guard, wipe that cocky smirk right off his face, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

“You’ve got to buy me dinner first, Tkachuk.”

You didn’t know what part of your brain found those words. You didn’t know why they’d come out of your mouth. You didn’t even know how truly interested you were. The last one was a lie to yourself, but those words were a 50/50 gamble. Maybe he wanted to fuck you and take you to dinner. Maybe he just wanted one night to get over a tough division loss tonight. You had no evidence other than Kayla’s pigtail pulling theory to support the idea that maybe he might not just be looking for a one night stand and Kayla was so often wrong.

“Hmm, any chance I can cash in on dessert tonight and take you to dinner tomorrow?” The smirk was replaced with a soft smile, a smile that made you want to fall right into his broad chest and never leave. “Because I’m not exactly super patient here and I know you’re going to look absolutely killer in a tight dress at the stupidly expensive restaurant I’m going to take you to tomorrow night, but you’d also look so fucking good in my bed right now.”

"Is that so?” you asked him, stealing his smirk from earlier. “How nice is this restaurant?”

“Not as nice as I’m going to make you feel in a few minutes if you let me.”

You pressed your mouth against his as your way of answering. Matthew’s hands were on your waist, pulling you off your stool and into him as he took over, his mouth working aggressively against yours. Your hands clasped together behind his neck, securing you against him. Matthew was the one to pull back, surprising you. He released one hand from your waist to pull his phone out of his pocket and open up Uber on his phone.

“Unless that didn’t mean what I think it meant, I’m taking you home, woman,” Matthew said as he ordered the car.

“What ever do you think it could mean?” you countered in the lightest, brightest sarcastic voice you could find.

“Don’t tease me like that,” Matthew smirked, his face inches from yours now that his phone was secured in his pocket again. His forehead dipped down to press against yours. “You want this, right?”

“I’m just in this for the idea that the stupidly expensive restaurant has lobster,” you teased him again.

He shook his head softly and let out a soft breath before kissing you again in a way that told you that you were about to be in for a hell of a night. The Uber to his place was a blur for you due to alcohol and anxiety. You wanted Matthew. You knew for certain he wanted you too. That didn’t mean doubt and insecurities weren’t trying to worm your way in and ruin this for you. Matthew’s arm around your shoulders pulled you back to the present. He was pressing you tight against him in the elevator ride up to his apartment.

“Stop with the mind racing thing you do. I can see the hamsters running up there,” Matthew laughed, his head falling back against the elevator to rest as he looked at you. “You’re not going to have to dream about this anymore. You get the real thing and I’m buying you dinner. You’ve come out on top here, even though you’re not actually going to be on top tonight.”

“Keep chirping me and see if I won’t turn around right now,” you replied as the elevator doors opened.

“Your prerogative,” Matthew shrugged and he pulled his keys out with his free hand, “but I think taking your right hand over me is a poor choice for you.”

“Aw, you think I don’t own a vibrator.” Matthew’s hand stumbled as he tried to put the key into the lock, probably something to do with what you’d just said. “Cute of you.”

“Own anything else I might want to know about?” he asked you curiously as he pushed open his door after successfully wrangling his key.

“All in due time, Tkachuk,” you said with a pat of his broad chest as you breezed past him into his apartment.

Matthew breathed out a long sigh. It turned slowly into a chuckle towards the end as he shut the door, his mind jumping forward to when you’d hopefully let him see whatever you were alluding to that was in the back of your top drawer. You didn’t make it far into Matthew’s apartment before his large hands grabbed your hips and spun you to face him, his mouth crushing against yours moments later. Your hands grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and started to pull it up.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there, tiger,” Matthew laughed against your mouth while letting his hands take over and pull his shirt up. “We just got here.”

“If you’re in a slow and steady mood, I’d rather go home to my vibrator.”

Matthew pulled back from your mouth, still laughing as he tossed his shirt to the floor. He didn’t answer you, instead choosing to attach his mouth to your neck, nipping at the thin skin there as your hands found purchase on his bare chest. His teeth grazed across the skin over your collarbone as he worked his way down and your nails slid down his chest, leaving red lines down his pale skin.

“Jesus, fuck,” Matthew groaned out as your actions, his voice only deepening due to the sensation.

His hands on your hips gripped hard, the tips of his fingers pressing into the exposed skin where your shirt had rode up. Matthew slowly guided you backwards until you felt the back of your knees hit the edge of a couch cushion. Matthew left a searing kiss on your lips before he gave you a shove so you fell back on the couch.

“Clothes, off,” Matthew told you as he unbuckled his belt.

“You think-”

“I am in charge. Don’t even,” he laughed softly as he yanked his belt from the belt loops in his jeans and dropped it to the floor. “You’re still very dressed by the way.”

You huffed and stuck your tongue out at him, only making him laugh harder, but you listened to him nonetheless, tossing your clothes to the floor along with his. Matthew stopped with just his boxers left, and you followed his lead. His light eyes were darker as he took in the sight of you in just your bra and panties. Kayla had insisted you wear the one matching set you owned tonight and you made a mental note to thank her tomorrow. Matthew’s tongue darted out to lick across his bottom lip.

“Man, that’s a good look for you.” Matthew paused as he climbed over you, holding up his large frame over yours on the couch on his hands pressed into the cushions next to your head. He lowered his mouth to the swell of your breast, biting gently into the soft skin there. He mumbled against your skin, “Don’t wear clothes anymore.”

“I think I need to, to go to work,” you muttered, your mind far more occupied with what Matthew’s mouth was doing at the moment than speaking.

His hands were coasting up and down your skin, over your thighs, across your stomach. He was touching every part of you and your body was coming alive under his touch. You opened your mouth to add something, but Matthew had used that same moment as his opportunity to pull one of the lace cups of your bra aside and quickly take your now exposed nipple into his mouth. Your open mouth turned into a loud moan as his tongue rolled across the sensitive nub smoothly. You were already almost seeing stars when he gingerly took it between his teeth for a moment.

The bra which had previously been something he appreciated, was now in his way, so it ended up on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Matthew groaned at the site of you without it. He’d decided that naked was your best look, before he’d even gotten you completely naked. You could feel his eyes drinking you in and you would have felt self conscious if not for the fact that Matthew shifted over you, pressing his hardness against your thigh in a desperate attempt for friction.

“Why didn’t we,” Matthew took your other nipple into his mouth mid sentence, letting one of his hands finally stop moving across your skin, to pinch your other nipple between his fingers. He repeated his actions from the other side, tongue rolling your nipple softly before taking it between his teeth. His fingers pinched the other roughly as he did this, making your whine underneath him. He finally finished after releasing your nipple with a soft pop, “do this sooner?”

“I don’t know, but I really need you to touch me,” you whined, your hands flying to his shoulders to push him down.

He didn’t budge. After all, he was a professional athlete with the strength and weight to match the job title. He relented though without much effort on your part, after throwing you a teasing grin, and pulled your panties down your legs with two fingers hooked into each side. He sank onto the couch between your thighs. You gasped as you could feel his hot breath on your wet slit. Matthew looked at you, taking in everything that was in front of him.

“You,” he pressed a kiss to the left side of your inner thigh, “are,” he kissed the opposite side, “so,” he kissed higher up on the left side, closer to where you wanted him, “fucking,” he kissed the opposite side at the same distance from your slit. His mouth moved closer, hovering an inch above your core and he added, “Sexy,” before pressing his tongue between your folds and licking in one firm line up to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the contact and your hips bucked up toward his mouth to try and get more contact. One of Matthew’s hands came down low on your stomach and pushed you flat back onto the couch.

“Easy, easy,” he soft softly, giving your clit a gentle, chaste kiss. “I’ve got you.”

You let out a deep breath as you tried to get your body back under your control. Your control held until Matthew’s tongue started to circle your clit for the first time. He was pulling moans from your throat that you didn’t know you made as he worked your clit slowly and steadily. Matthew was brash and bold and fast on the ice, but he was steady here, taking his time. You were his guide as he let the noises he was causing you to make guide him.

You took notice when he flatted his tongue against your clit and looked up at you, his blue eyes locking with yours for a moment. He slowly and purposefully applied more pressure on your clit before shaking his head back and forth, dragging his tongue across your clit firmly. Your eyes slammed shut and your hands flexed into his curls at the sensation.

“Matthew, fuck,” you managed to break out, your voice cracking between the words. “Holy fuck.”

“Easy, baby. Easy,” Matthew reminded you softly before returning to you.

He ran his tongue down your slit again, dipping it ever so slightly into you, making you squirm and whine, before returning his attention to your clit. He started moving his tongue faster, sliding left to right against the sensitive bundle of nerves as he could hear the noises you were matching shift and build. You were becoming more restless under him as your orgasm starting building, desperate to feel that release. Matthew was impatient to get you into his bed, or onto his couch, earlier but he was so very patient now, milking you slowly and gently, making sure to savor every taste of you he was getting, making sure you were enjoying yourself.

“Matthew, more, please,” you begging softly, tugged his curls to try to push him more into your core.

He listened, suddenly taking his clit into your mouth and sucking softly on it. You were seeing stars by the time he released it, his tongue moving in quick circles over it. You were so distracted that you didn’t noticed his hand move from your stomach until you felt two of his fingers slide into you. The new feeling pulled you over the edge almost instantly. Matthew’s fingers pumped in and out of you as his tongue continued his movement on your clit to bring you through your orgasm.

“Oh, my, god,” you breathed out, your chest heaving, as Matthew slowly pulled back from you.

“I don’t think god had anything to do with that actually,” he joked in reply, throwing you a wink that made you remember exactly the kind of guy he really was.

You were about to throw that back in his face, until he slid the two fingers that had been in you into his mouth, sucking them clean in front of you. Your mouth was slack as you watched him, drinking in the sight in front of you.

“Dessert was fucking delicious by the way,” he told you after releasing his now clean fingers.

He pushed up off the couch and disappeared down the hallway. You heard a drawer open in what you assumed was his bedroom and shut quickly after. You were still catching your breath by the time he was back, foil packet in hand.

“Yes?” he asked, lifting the condom up slightly to you as his way of checking with you.

“Please,” you simply replied.

Your dream hadn’t even gone as what he’d just finished, but you can’t say you hadn’t imagined this before. You desperately wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside you. Matthew nodded in response before dropping his boxers to the floor, quickly ripping open the foil packet and rolling the condom down his hard shaft. He sighed happily as he looked you over, stroking himself a few times.

“Hands and knees,” he told you as he crossed the room to you.

You obliged, flipping over onto your knees, bracing your arms on the back of the couch for more leverage. You felt Matthew sink onto the couch behind you before one of his large hands gripped your ass roughly, squeezing it. He gave the now reddened skin a soft tap before his hand slid to your hip to steady himself as he lined up with you. You both moaned as he slowly slid into it, your wetness allowing for him to enter you in one smooth motion until his hips were pressed against your ass.

“Jesus, shit,” Matthew mumbled before taking a deep breath. “You feel so fucking good. Christ, woman.”

“You going to lose it or are you actually going to be able to-”

You didn’t get to finish that sentence as Matthew pulled almost all of the way out before roughly slamming his hips forward until they met your ass again. You gasped at the sudden and now unrelenting movement as Matthew moved at a rough, fast pace, thrusting in and out of you quickly. You gripped the back of the couch and began to push off from the couch slightly, meeting his thrusts with small movements of your own, making him curse between his teeth at how deep he was inside of you each time.

One of Matthew’s hands was digging into the skin of your hip, steadying him to you and his other was on your shoulder, fingers slowly sliding over from the back of your shoulder to the front, inching ever so slightly toward your neck. You knew what he wanted, but wouldn’t ask for this time around, but you could offer it. You steadied yourself with one forearm on the back of the couch before sliding your free hand up to grab his. His rhythm flattered a little until he realized what you were doing, and then he almost fell apart far too early. You gently guided his fingers until they were wrapped around your throat.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he spat out between thrusts.

You nodded and he slowly and steadily applied pressure to your throat, the side of his hand from his index finger to his thumb pressing in just the right spot to restrict your breathing, but not cut it off dangerously. You started moaning louder with the added sensation and Matthew’s thrusts were becoming sloppy. You knew he wanted to last longer, but he got caught off guard by your assertiveness in the best way possible and wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

“Fuck, fuck,” Matthew mumbled before his breathing hitched in his throat.

He groaned, his hand squeezing down hard on your throat, as his thrusts started to slow as he came down from his high. He collapsed down onto your back when he was finished, releasing your throat so he could wrap his arms around your stomach and give you a quick squeeze. Matthew pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder before slowly pulling out of you. You sighed as you flipped over so you were sitting up on the couch, giving your knees a break.

Matthew climbed off the couch and headed back down the hallway, returning a few moments later with a damp washcloth for you. You were surprised by the gestured, but grateful for it nonetheless.

“I meant it,” Matthew told you as he dropped down on the couch next to you, a water bottle in hand.

You gave him a curious look, trying to figure out what he was referring to in that moment. He took a swig from the bottle before answering.

“Taking you out tomorrow,” he continued when he saw your confusion. He passed you the bottle, before continuing, “I meant it.”

"I didn’t think you weren’t,” you replied with a shrug before popping open the bottle to take a few swigs, grateful for the cool water since you’d both managed to work up a sweat during that.

“Good,” he nodded, curls bouncing with his movement.

The moment was sweet, too sweet for how the rest of the evening had gone. The teasing tone that covered not only the evening, but your friendship with Matthew needed to return. Matthew was also too sure of himself to miss the opportunity at his feet.

“So, did I live up the dream?” he asked you, a cocky grin on his face that matched his tone. “Actually, I know I was better. But how much better was I?”

#Matthew Tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk fanfic #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl blurbs #nhl imagine #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey writing #hockey imagine

543 notes · View notes

warmau · 4 years

Text

☆ sf9 x coworker!au | congrats on your first win!

youngbin

happily gives you a tour of the office on your first day

oh no! did you get a papercut? scrap your knee? get a headache? come to him and he will get you all better!

opens his drawer and it’s neatly organized - labels and color-coded rubber bands

takes criticism with grace you have never before seen, literally could be being torn to shreds by the boss and he just smiles and bows with the utmost respect

(screams about how stressed he is later on in the supply closet when no one is around to hear him)

won’t admit it, but envies the workers who have cute photos of their family and partners on their office desks,,,,,,,,,,when will he have that?

gets paired with you on a project and since you are new everyone thinks you’re just a burden

but youngbin leads you through it step by step, doing overtime if he has to just to help correct your work, and squeezing your hand gently before you have to present it to the managers

way too reserved to outright ask you on a date, but when you invite him to lunch he absolutely agrees and walks around the office with stars in his eyes for the rest of the day

inseong

“hey, don’t do it like that! here let me show you the keyboard shortcut for it! hey you know that’s the old version of microsoft word right? hey! hey! you need my help i know you do!”

sticks his nose in everyone else's business even when his own work is piling up

wears bowties unironically

will talk shit about the higher-ups at lunch and then shower them in praise at company meetings

does not have a filter sometimes, but thankfully his brain and good looks have gotten him out of some tricky situations with clients

pokes his head over his cubicle to ask his best friend jaeyoon the most stupid questions

“jaeyoon, am i annoying?”

“inseong finish the financial report before we both get fired.”

you get an error screen on your computer so you ask inseong for some help

the entire walk to your office, he’s telling you that he’s pretty much a computer genius - like he didn’t go to school for computer science - but if he wanted he could totally just be in the IT department

but when he looks at your computer for about five minutes, he presses something and the whole thing just. dies.

spends time bribing an unwilling, way more tech-savvy chani to come and help you out

and when chani finally agrees, it takes him like two seconds to fix the problem, but before he goes he tells you “inseong just made it worse, watch out for him.”

inseong sticks his tongue out, but gets embarrassingly apologetic in front of you, but you tell him it’s fine - jokingly commenting “being so cute gets you out of trouble alot, right?”

inseong can’t stop thinking about it for weeks - did, did that mean that YOU think HE’S cute?

jaeyoon: hey. snap out of it and get to work dude

jaeyoon

shows up to work with his gym bag, changes in the bathroom, and comes out looking more put together than half the other guys

do not touch his protein shake and salad

it is over for you if you do

always gets roped into doing the heavy lifting and a part of him is too nice to say no, but the other part is like - this is going to be a great squat workout so why not

secretly judges hwiyoung and taeyang for always buying lunch like learn to cook

best butt in the office, maybe even the building

has gotten propositioned by higherups and he’s always turning them down in the most roundabout, kind way

“are you free this weekend jaeyoon?”

“oh i wish i was, id love to spend some time with you - but i have to take care of my grandmother’s ailing........parakeet.”

keeps buying supplies for himself that keeps getting stolen

and everyone is like it’s inseong. he’s taking them. and jaeyoon is like nooooooo he’s my bestie he would never

(he did though)

you ask jaeyoon one day if you should get into running - you’ve wanted to pick it up for a while but don’t know where to start

suddenly his eyes are twinkling and he’s grabbing your hands in his like

“let me show you the wonderful world of exercise!”

you didn’t know what you were getting into, but now you somehow end up morning jogging with jaeyoon

one day dawon spots both of you coming in with duffel bags and he’s like “oooooo did you spend the night together?” and you turn tomato red

as jaeyoon, without a hint of shame goes, “no! but we did just break a sweat together - right!?”

dawon: oh my god

you: oh my god

jaeyoon: what- what did i say?

dawon

designated office party planner

it’s your birthday? someone in HR is having a baby? it’s friday and everyone looks sad so it’s up to dawon to make it better - well here he goes

coffee stain central up on this boy

every time he gives a presentation, someone ends up going like “did that even make sense?”

and dawon, at this point is like, “no i dont make sense. so stop asking. anyway - that’s what i think the company should do about lost net profit.”

when he’s getting scolded for a mistake, he somehow ends up saying something that leaves the manager in a fit of laughter

which results in him never really getting into trouble

(much to the annoyance of other coworkers cough zuho cough)

photocopies his face like he’s in third grade

doesn’t give back the pens he borrows

knocks over taeyang’s plants on a daily basis and blames rowoon’s tall ass for it

he recruits you into going cake shopping after work for chani’s birthday and as you’re looking at them

you notice how hard he’s working to pick a flavor chani likes

and you point out how sentimental he really is about his coworkers and dawon shrugs and for a moment you see a bit of seriousness as he explains, “they put up with me - so i want to thank them in one way.”

you frown, “what do you mean they put up with you? you’re the sunshine of the office!”

the words make dawon bashful and shy for what seems like the first time in his life and he plays it off like a joke to distract you from the fac that

well that you made clown lee dawon all blushy

rowoon

his mom bought him this shirt and no he isn’t embarrassed. his mom has great taste. obviously.

slow typer

unlike inseong, whose tall lanky body can slink past anything like water, rowoon is clumsy

hits his head on door frames, walks into tall file cabinets, his knees his the top of the table during meetings and he gets all apologetic

higherups have tried to convince him to be in a commercial to promote the company but he’s so humble he doesn’t think he’s worthy

dawon from some corner: ill do it

walks into work with his headphones and forgets to take them off until youngbin is practically yelling for him to turn around

bothers chani every hour on the dot

says he just walked over to stretch his legs but really he just wants to see what chani is up to

gets giddy over sparkly new things like the coffee machine being replaced

or getting a new work laptop

one afternoon, you’re really busy typing up a report that when a shadow looms over you - you nearly don’t notice it

until, out of the corner of your eye you glance up and let out a yelp because rowoon is bending over you to squint at your screen

“sorry, oh gosh i didn’t mean to scare you!”

his wide eyes turn puppy-like with apology and you suddenly feel like you’re the guilty party for making such a sweet person sad

when you ask if he needs help or something, rowoon nods and explains that the report you’re working on references an old report he did and he needs to tell you about some changes

without thinking twice he leans over you, both hands on either side of you as he places his large hand over yours on the mouse

you freeze as he clicks around till he opens his report, and feel something shiver up your spine when he talks close against your ear

rowoon is so oblivious, he doesn’t even catch you tensing up, until inseong strolls buy and wolf whistles at you two

(rowoon proceeds to apologize for this incident for the next month straight)

taeyang

last to arrive, first to leave

what does he even do here? no one really knows - sometimes they think he’s just sitting in his office and daydreaming for the entire eight hour work day

his phone is always going off with notifications, but if you send him a text in the work gc he does not respond

gets up to disappear into the bathroom like five times in an hour, compulsively brushes his teeth and puts on hand cream

keeps potted plants on his desk which are named after his favorite celebrities

yes, there is a jongin cacti, don’t make fun of it

when asked a question at meetings, he answers slow and steady and in such a low voice that no one knows what he said

but no one ever asks him to speak up because when he looks at you

he’s looking at you with such an intensity that most people choose to keep their mouth shut

like jaeyoon, some higherups are interested in him, but there’s rumors that he’s probably a secret royal living among the normal populace for fun so no one really tries it

one day, you see taeyang at the water cooler and say a bubbly hello

he responds with a tiny nod and then you ask, “is the water for you or for your plants?”

he blinks and explains that it’s for his plants - which you get all excited about and ask if you can meet them

which catches him off guard because no one has ever asked to “meet” his plants, actually most people think it’s weird that he harbors them so closely

so when he leads you over to his desk - he’s even more astounded with how you get excited over the different names and types

and you thank him for letting you know about all of them

waving goodbye as you leave the office

he tells himself to think nothing of it, but when he finds a stack of plant nutrient packets on his desk the next day with a note from you

he thinks,,,,,,,,,,well finally - there’s someone of interest to him in this otherwise boring office after all

zuho

finishes all his projects the night before

has spent nights in the office

almost scared rowoon half to death when he left and said bye to zuho and when he came in the next day zuho was in the same spot, wearing the same thing, staring at the same open file

rowoon had thought he had been like. mummified

the slacks he wears are too short, dawon will not stop pointing this out

pictures of his cat in his office

every secret santa they’ve ever done, zuho gets cat toys

mutters about being overworked, but really if he just ,,,,,,,, if he just did his work at a reasonable hour - it’d be fine

gets antsy when he’s eating and catches anyone else eating - but like with their hands

like he’ll be enjoying his lunch, but his anxiety hits the roof when he turns and sees that taeyang has spilled sauce on his tie and hasn’t noticed

“please smile more - you’re scaring the client”

you’re having a late lunch one afternoon - so you’re alone in the break room

and zuho comes in, slumping over into the seat beside you and pulling his own lunch from his bag

you haven’t ever talked much with him before so it’s a bit awkward

when suddenly you hear him ask,

“is that a - is that a cat lunch box?”

you feel your face flush with embarrassment, and you try to explain that you’re going to buy a new - more professional looking one -

but zuho shakes his head and lifts the cover to see the cartoon orange cat and

and giggles?!?!?!

and you’re like omg what he looks so cute, he usually looks so intimidating but right now he looks like??? a baby???

and he goes “no, no don’t change it. it’s so nice. also finally, someone with some decency to bring a lunch box - sometimes dawon just fishes half-eaten food out of his backpack and i die a little inside.”

you and zuho bond over being cat people and proper tableside manners LOL

hwiyoung

could give less of a shit about this job

is vocal about it too

youngbin has been trying to get him to wear something more business-y since he started here but if you put a tie on hwiyoung

in like an hour you’ll find it in the trashcan

“why can’t you just wear it?”

“it makes my neck feel weird.”

everyone thought he was this cold, selfish young guy until one day the entire office heard him on a phone call with his sister

getting all mushy and hearing her call him his “cute baby brother”

after that, even if he was trying to death glare at dawon, it wasn’t working

because now he’s the offices “cute baby brother”

even though chani is younger than him LOL

secretly tries to play video games during work hours by switching between tabs

and taeyang is like c’mon we’re not that bad with computer - but rowoon is like woah wait you can do two different things???? at once????? on a computer????

hates to admit it to anyone, but he doesn’t have a drivers licenses so he gets dropped off by friends sometimes

sometimes has to ask youngbin for a ride home and youngbin is like of course!!!!!! anything for a coworker :D

and hwiyoung is like hhhh how are you so happy all the time butalsothankyou

too self-conscious to whip out his glasses so he suffers through contacts

you bump into hwiyoung on the subway, which you never see him take, and can tell he’s lost

because he rushes up to you like he’s never done before and is like are you going to the office!!!!

you and him take the ride together and when you open your phone to play your favorite game - his eyes light up like christmas

and he spends the half hour helping you get passed the harder bosses

you almost miss your stop because you two are way too engrossed in the game and ever since then

hwiyoung thinks you’re one of the “cool” office people

chani

everyone adores him

from his coworkers to the mailman to the secretary to the higherups

all he has to do is show up and everyone is like - in a better mood

which he doesn’t get because most of the time he’s frowning or running away from rowoon

has to fix everyone’s tech problems

but won’t do it for free - so people give them their lunches or even, in extremes, bargain off vacation days

hwiyoung is the only person who doesn’t really coddle him and therefore hwiyoung is the only person chani willingly goes out to lunch wtih

rowoon: chaniiiiiii what are you eating today!

chani: sorry im going to ,,,,,, brazil for lunch, see you in 2-5 business days

he just wants to work in peace and quiet

it took him an hour to explain to inseong how the bluetooth on his phone works

he is the quintessential “look into the camera like you’re on the office” mood

someone from billing tried to flirt with him at the christmas party and nearly was falling over into his lap

and he was like “,,,,,,,,,,are you sick?”

actually really proud of himself when he gets complimented on his work, but he refuses to show a change in emotion

you’re tinkering with an old monitor in the supply room to see if you can fix it and take it home since youngbin said they’ll be throwing it away

and chani walks by just in time to hear inseong tell you to ask chani for help

you wave it off, explaining you don’t want to bother him

and chani tries to walk away, but finds himself working on the monitor during lunch and then shyly and unsurely handing it over to you

“wh- did you fix it?”

“yeah, nothings really wrong with it but -”

“thanks! should i treat you to lunch sometime?”

chani’s already wide eyes go wider and he agrees, stuttering over his words

later on he finds jaeyoon and zuho and without even explaining the situation he asks

“is going to lunch with a coworker what they call a date?”

in about two seconds everyone except you is in the room, pestering chani for information and rowoon is sobbing because ‘chani is finally growing up’

602 notes · View notes

there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years

Text

A New Song

Dean x Cas + Sam x Harry Styles

Word Count: 1365

Warnings: Schmoop!!!!

A/N: Rockstar AU, Part 3: the Destiel coda! This is absurdly self-indulgent and fluffy. I hope it makes you smile cause it definitely made me smile.

Credit goes to @fookinghelljensensthighs for all the Harry videos she’s made me watch and also the line about wanting to shake him sometimes!

Dean frowns down at his notebook, scratching out a couple words and humming the line to himself again. Rhyming “wait” with “too late” seems about as elegant as a fuckin’ anvil. He can do better.

It’s hard to say these lyrics out loud, even here in the privacy of his own living room. He can’t imagine working up the courage to sing them in front of other people.

One other person in particular.

He picks up his acoustic and strums the chorus again before rewriting “too late.” He fronts a rock band, for fuck’s sake, he’s not going out for the Pulitzer in poetry. If Sammy ever gets his lazy ass out of bed, maybe he can help. He’s basically a walking Thesaurus.

Dean takes a deep breath before singing it quietly: “It’s always been you, but I couldn’t ask you to wait, so the moment wasn’t right, and I think I’m too late.”

He sighs and puts down the guitar again, picking up the pen and twirling it between his fingers.

“S’nice,” he hears.

“Fuck,” Dean exclaims, and jumps about a foot.

When he turns around, it’s Harry, of course, leaning against the doorframe with a half-eaten banana in his hand, smirking.

He asks innocently, “Sorry, did I startle you?”

Dean picks up his coffee mug with one hand and shoots him the bird with the other. “Eat a dick, X Factor.”

Harry raises his eyebrows and then eats the rest of the banana in one obscenely large bite, which… yeah, okay, Dean deserved that.

Harry sits in the armchair opposite Dean, chewing slowly, with a pensive look on his face.

“Has Cas heard it?” he asks eventually.

Dean almost spits out his sip of coffee, but recovers quickly. “No. It’s not done yet, I’ll play it for the rest of the band when there’s actually something to hear. Probably won’t finish it, anyway. Been working on it for a long time, still don’t know how it should go.”

“Does Cas… know?” Harry asks, lazy and blank-faced. It’s the demeanor he adopts when there’s a camera aimed in his direction and the interviewer has asked a particularly pointless question.

Dean scowls. Harry just waits, impassive.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Dean mutters, a few seconds too late to be plausible.

“Well,” Harry says, and there’s an interminable pause before he continues at a glacial pace: “It’s... about Cas, isn’t it? The song.”

“No,” Dean snaps reflexively.

Harry blinks at him a couple times.

“Don’t give me the fuckin’ cow eyes, Timberlake,” Dean grumbles. “Save it for Tiger Beat.”

Harry gives him a sympathetic smile, one of the ones that’s practically impossible to mistrust. He’s so goddamn likeable sometimes. Dean really wants to hate him for it.

Dean opens his mouth and shuts it again, then takes a drink of coffee. He clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Can’t you take a fuckin’ hint?” he says, but there’s no bite in his voice.

“How long, then, mate?” Harry asks, half-laughing.

Dean sighs and hides his face in his hands. “As long as I’ve known him.”

“And… does he know?”

“It’s complicated,” Dean mumbles.

“Shocking,” Harry says lightly.

“We almost got together, a few years ago,” Dean admits, frowning down at his own hands and picking at a hangnail.

“What happened?”

Dean shrugs, trying to hide the bitter edge in his voice. “I was a fuckin’ mess. Drinking too much. Scared shitless, too. So I pushed him away before it could get real. Before I could fuck it up.”

“And?”

“He almost quit the band,” Dean says hoarsely. “But he stayed. I think he was waiting, for a while.” He hasn’t said it out loud before, not in so many words. He can’t meet Harry’s eyes.

“For what?”

“For me to get my shit together, I guess. And… the right moment, maybe.”

Dean thinks back to the times they not-quite-talked about it, the way he’d mumbled about it in vague terms, cushioned safely in generalities: “Maybe when I’m better, but I can’t have a healthy relationship right now,” before he sobered up. Then, “Maybe when the band is a little more established, when things aren’t so fragile… when things aren’t so crazy, when we’re not touring so much… maybe then I’ll settle down.”

Harry’s expression is completely neutral, non-judgemental. “And you’re afraid to come out,” he says. It’s not a question.

“Charlie’s always been out, it’s not like -”

Harry cuts him off quietly: “That’s not it.”

Dean knuckles at his eyes and huffs out a breath. He really didn’t want to talk about the big fuckin’ rainbow elephant in the room.

Harry’s been dodging questions about his sexuality for so long he acts like it’s a sport. He and Sam could win Olympic gold in doubles’ Evading Labels. Still, the media is going to catch on one of these days.

“It’d be different if it was all of us,” Dean says reluctantly. “I don’t want to spend every fuckin’ interview talking about where we each fall on the fuckin’ Kinsey scale, alright?”

“So don’t,” Harry drawls, with a careless shrug. “If the music is good, it shouldn’t matter.”

“Easy for you to say,” Dean says sharply. “Have you ever made a record that didn’t go platinum?”

Harry’s expression goes cold and unreadable for a moment. Then his gaze falls, and he’s silent for a moment, picking at a chip in his bright green nail polish. He looks exhausted, suddenly, and Dean’s reminded of how much of his life this kid has spent carrying the burden of other peoples’ expectations.

“It’s not,” Harry says, voice barely more than a whisper. “Never has been. Easy, I mean.”

“Shit,” Dean mutters, by way of an apology.

Harry shrugs. “Not the point, though. Nothing’s easy. No such thing as the right moment for falling in love.”

Dean takes a sip of his coffee, trying to think of something flippant to say. It’s too fuckin’ early for this kind of honesty.

All he can manage is, “You guys seem happy, though.”

When Harry smiles, really smiles, it’s like kittens and sunshine and goddamn ice cream sundaes radiate out of his face, the annoying little fucker, and Dean can’t help but smile back.

“When you… find the right person?” There’s a dreamy pause. “Worth it. Even the scary bits. And... ”

“Sometimes I want to just grab you by the shoulders and shake you, to see if that makes the words happen faster,” Dean says bitchily, but he’s still smiling.

“It doesn’t,” Sam interjects from the doorway, mid-yawn.

Harry stands up, wrapping himself around Sam and headbutting him affectionately in the chest. Dean would swear he’s part cat; Sam, who’s used to it, just pets him idly and yawns again.

“And? Are you going to finish that sentence sometime this year?” Dean asks.

“Mm, yeah. I was saying…” His voice is muffled in Sam’s shirt. “You think you don’t deserve it. Happiness. This kind of happiness.” He looks up at Sam and beams. “But you do. Everybody does.”

“Wait, what’d I miss?” Sam asks sleepily.

“Dean’s going to tell Cas how he feels,” Harry informs him. “And I’m going to make more coffee.” Without waiting for a response, he untangles himself and heads for the kitchen.

“I mean, I don’t - it’s not like - well, maybe,” Dean mumbles, his stomach swooping and swerving sickeningly like he’s on a roller-coaster. “Just… you think?”

“He’s right, you know. You think you don’t deserve it, but… ” Sam pinches the spot between his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Think maybe it runs in the family. I didn’t think I did, either. Still can’t believe it.”

It’s true; Sam still walks around with this perplexed, surprised smile, sometimes, like he’s waiting to wake up, even though it’s been almost a year.

“What if I fuck up?” Dean asks. His voice cracks embarrassingly.

Sam gives him a tired smile. “You’ve fucked up before. Cas loves you anyway. Always has.”

Dean feels like somebody just whacked him over the head with a two-by-four. He stands up on shaky legs and grabs his guitar.

“Now?” Sam asks, eyebrows raised. “Where are you…”

“You’re right,” Dean says determinedly. “Been waiting long enough. I’ve got a song to finish.”

#rockstar au #spn fic #harry styles fic #deancas #destiel

46 notes · View notes

ducksisthebest · 3 years

Text

2021 EoA Discord Ship Appreciation Week Day 5

A/N — This probably isn’t even on topic with the day 5: Meeting/Farewell but this was soo fun to write and I’m not changing it. Although this was a day late, oof. -w- Day 5: Meeting/Farewell

(Meeting)-- After another long, boring Grand Council meeting, the crown princess retired to her room to get some much needed rest. Until knocking was heard at her door, with a sigh, Elena got up and walked to the door.

"Yes-?" Elena paused as she stared at blanket. A blanket that seems to be covering something? Just as Elena was about to pick up the blanket when the something under the blanket moved past Elena and into her room, where it jumped onto her bed and sat there.

Elena stared at the blanket before trying to start a conversation with it, "Um, hi?"

"Meow."

Now she was getting curious, a blanket covered something knocked on her door, ran past her and sits on her bed. Then just says meow?

"Are you a kitty?" Elena asked, approaching the mysterious creature. The creature then curled on her bed, with its head still looking in Elena's direction. Her smile widened as she saw the patterns on its tail, with no minute to spare, Elena jumped onto the creature.

"Oof!"

"Hi Mateo~!" Elena said with a teasing grin.

"Hi yourself." Mateo said as he stood up, revealing his jaquin form.

Elena looked happy and pleased. "So mind telling me why you randomly ran into my room and sat on my bed where I so happened to recognize your tail?"

"And jumped on me?" Mateo added with a bit exaggeration in it.

Elena laughed as she responded, "Yep!"

"I thought you could use some cheering upping. I was walking down to my workshop where I saw you walking into your room looking down. So I thought maybe you could use some furry company!" Mateo said with his tail wagging.

Elena felt warm from head to toe at this simple gesture, "Aww, thank you Mateo. But I'm fine, it was just one of those long, boring meetings." After a few seconds, her face fell slightly, showing a sad face.

Mateo looked sympathetically at his friend before an idea popped into his head, walking up to Elena, he sat behind her with his head on hers. Elena froze at the sudden touch before melting into Mateo's soft fur, relaxing as she turned around and snuggled herself into Mateo.

Mateo asked softly, "There? Feeling much better?"

"Just being here with me is enough, although this feels very calming. Thank you Mateo." Elena thanked sincerely.

Mateo felt happy that she was happy, but he also felt tired. So slowly but surely, Mateo drifts off to sleep. Elena was still wide awake even though she was exhausted from morning to now, she then had an idea as a smirk crawled its way to her face. Just when she was gonna put it in action, Mateo's head slipped off her's and fell on the bed with a soft thud. Elena turns around to see Mateo asleep, she smiles warmly as she covered him with her blanket, then moving in herself. The two of them by each others side as Elena slips into the peaceful bliss of darkness, feeling grateful to have a friend like him. Whether they know it or not, Naomi watched the whole scene as she walks out with a knowing grin on her face til morning.

(Farewell)--

'Well, this totally isn't awkward' Mateo thought as he was stuck in a situation. It wasn't exactly bad, it's just.. he's stuck. Elena had wrapped him up tight with her blanket as she slept peacefully beside him. Naomi walks in slowly to see Mateo wrapped up and Elena sleeping, holding back a chuckle, she walks up to Mateo and taps him on his head.

"Help!" Mateo whisper-shouted at Naomi who seemed to be enjoying his predicament.

"Nah, I think you're fine. Bye!" Naomi whispered back as she left Mateo stranded in this tight situation.

Mateo watched as Naomi left and had no choice but to stay. Mateo dropped his head on the bed as he wiggled, annoyed at the lack of movement he can do. 'Well, if I ever need to tie something, I'll call Elena definitely' Mateo thought as he watched Elena stir and face him. If he was honest with himself, he enjoyed watching Elena sleep as her face was peaceful and calm. But it also made him feel weird, watching your best friend sleep isn't exactly a friend thing. After what it seemed to be eternity to Mateo, Elena finally stirs and opens her eyes. That sunshine smile Elena gave him could seriously drown him slowly in a pleasingly way.

"Good morning~!" Elena said in a cheerful tone.

"Morning yourself princess." Mateo happily said back, but as much as he wanted to stay here forever, he really needs to get out of the blankets. It was getting hotter, or was that just a little something else from this moment? "So mind helping your royal wizard who still happens to be a jaquin get out of your tight blanket burrito?" Mateo sarcastically said.

"Oh! Sorry about that, but I couldn't help it" Elena giggled, which to Mateo, sounded like music he would gladly put on repeat. Elena paused before putting on a wicked grin. "Actually, I have another idea."

Mateo was scared now, he had to get out before Elena does something. "I-I uh, I need to use the restroom! Elena please!"

Elena stopped to think about what should she do, but then realized that he would've gone by now since he did wake up earlier than her. "Mhmm, sure you do."

Mateo inwardly face palmed himself, what was he thinking!? Using the restroom! Oh boy is he in for it.

"Now what should I do with my wrapped up jaquin wizard, hmm. Oh I know!" Elena reached out her hand to the back of Mateo's ear and scratched it.

Mateo closed his eyes tightly, knowing exactly what Elena was doing. He could feel the rumbling in his chest grow as Elena continued scratching behind his ear.

"Hmm, it seems like you know exactly what I'm doing." Elena smirked as she watched Mateo deny his purr that was building up every second.

Not trusting his voice, he nodded.

"Let's see, oh yes!" Elena's smirk only grew as her hand went down to Mateo's chin and began her scratching there.

Mateo could only feel the rumbling grow even more, it felt amazing but it would be embarrassing to purr at the princess' touch. He took a deep breath and held it as Elena kept scratching. Mateo felt confused as he felt Elena stop, opening his eyes, he sees Elena still watching him with an amused smile as she reaches something in her drawer. Preparing himself for what she was gonna do, he felt the blanket around him loosen as it fell to his sides. Mateo looked at Elena as she now had a warm smile instead of a wicked one. Getting up, Mateo stretched his limbs after the long hours of being cramped up in a blanket.

"Thank you! Now this feels nice." Mateo said as he sat up, looking towards Elena's direction. He panicked as he saw her gone, looking all around him for that sneaky princess.

"Elena? Where are you-" Mateo paused as he felt scratching on his head and ears. Without a warning and caution, Mateo let out a loud purr that he had been holding in all that time. Leaning into the princess' touch with closed eyes, Mateo wholeheartedly let Elena please him as he continued purring.

"Haha! I got you to purr! That was soo hilarious!" Elena said through giggles as Mateo covered himself with her blanket.

"I can't help it okay? You're a really good scratcher!" Mateo said embarrassingly.

"Aww, it's okay Mateo. Skylar, Migs, and Luna do it all the time. Plus, that was soo cute." Elena said softly as she lifted the blanket away from Mateo and placed her hands on the side of his furry face.

"Okay, I'll see you later then!" Mateo said as he got up and nudged her with his furry nose. "And just to let you know, please do come by my workshop whenever you feel overwhelmed ok? I'll be here to comfort you or to let you play with, just anything to wipe that frown off your beautiful face."

"I will, thank you Mateo. Really." Elena said with a blush, as he took off back to his workshop. Elena made no sudden movement to get up, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.

'Thank you Mateo. Without you, I'd probably be lost. I love that your care for others never go away but only grow. Maybe one day, I'll show how much I appreciate you in my way.' Elena thought as she got up for the day.

#2021 EoA Appreciation Week #omg- this was sooo cute!#eleteo #eoa discord #I seriously need to put my ideas into works #welp

8 notes · View notes

dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

Text

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 170

170

Lance lavished Keith with extra attention as they got ready for the day ahead. Today was finally the day that Curtis was freed from his curse. Waking feeling ill, Lance kept it to himself. Keith was fighting his own dose of anxiety, coupled with lingering pain from bottoming though that had been a good 15 hours ago now. Making extra coffee, Lance had cooked a few of Curtis’s favourite foods, and comfort food for Shiro, assuming being an anchor for his boyfriend’s soul would be quite taxing on their friend. They weren’t allowed on the same floor as their friends, so Pidge and Hunk were coming with them to Platt, told by Coran to be a few hours late.

When Hunk picked them up, Lance was glad he was the one driving. Keith had hit that angry stage of anxiety, a little snappy and overly apologetic. Lance unable to keep from thinking about the house and Curtis on the drive. Hunk trying to cheer them up as he and Pidge talked tech. The house was clearly an unsaid no go topic for the day. Plans shifting to making the most of the road trip down to see Keith’s father once Curtis was up for it. Keith barely contributed. Lance ignoring safety in favour of sitting in the middle back seat with just a lap belt to be able to hold Keith close to him. Honestly having so much in his head distracted from the discomfort in his belly. A growing feeling something was wrong left him teary, though he knew he’d done everything he was supposed to be doing to keep the pregnancy progressing smoothly.

Parking in the staff parking under Pidge’s direction, Lance was hit with vertigo as he climbed from Hunk’s car, resulting in him tripping on his own feet as his left ankle rolled. Something felt very wrong. Again, he knew it was his anxiety blowing things out of proportion... Embarrassingly, Lance found himself on all fours throwing up. Keith yelling his name as if he’d been shot or stabbed, and not something as damn common as him falling over. Grabbing him around the shoulders, Lance hacked, spitting in his puddle of mess with his nose scrunched up

“Babe?!”

“I’m okay...”

“You collapsed. Do you have a fever?”

Keith smacked him in the head as he tried to check. Lance sighing heavily

“I’m fine. I tripped...”

“You...”

“I tripped. I’m okay”

Ugh. Stupid ankles. It didn’t matter how fast and how strong you were, ankles would get you every time

“We should get Coran to check you”

“Babe, I’m okay... help me up”

Keith hovered. Hunk hovered. Pidge had a bounce in her step as she led them to her office. Everything within VOLTRON was running smoothly. People going about their jobs. No blaring alarms. No one was hurt. No big bad jumped out them. He was being stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. The only thing around to fear was Lance and his paranoia... and his paranoid anger loaf who’d made Hunk carry the picnic basket, then started “helping” him along as if he was old and decrepit, reducing him to shuffling along. Thank god no one else was there to fuss, his anxiety hadn’t settled as it was, now it’d decided to kick into overdrive there’d be no settling it until Keith finally stopped fussing and they could see their friends again.

Keith couldn’t stop thinking about Shiro. He hadn’t called him. He hadn’t wished him good luck today. He’d said nothing to his brother and he hoped his brother took it to mean he trusted things to go smoothly, and not that he was giving up before things had started.

Settling in in Pidge’s office, she shared her space with three other technicians. Keith would have gotten lost if he hadn’t been following her as she confidently led them to the lab. With his arm around Lance, he found himself torn between who to fret over more. His boyfriend who’d fallen over and then promptly thrown up, or Shiro who would acting as Curtis’s anchor right about now. Thank fuck that the fellow lab techs weren’t in at the moment, because he wasn’t sure he could keep his damn temper in check over the situation. He didn’t blame Lance for throwing up. It’d been a while since it’d happened outside... His boyfriend had spent the morning trying his hardest to be reassuring, but when his rock started crumbling, Keith didn’t know what to do. Lance kept him grounded. Lance had to be okay. Plus Lance had totally nailed him the night before and he worried the slip of his ego had somehow upset the twins. Keith had been swept up in Lance’s scent and the way his boyfriend’s body moved. He’d rushed in, over sensitised and flipped some kind of switch inside Lance. He didn’t regret it. Even with his vampire side showing, Lance hadn’t hurt him. His grip firm, without being painful, pleasure pounded into him until he had to touch himself for relief.

Now Lance was sitting in a chair Pidge stole from another technicians desk, his boyfriend rubbing his stomach as their little gremlin grabbed a case for him to rest his feet on. Keith had seen plenty of those cases before. Normally they contained things that someone shouldn’t be putting their feet on. “Dusting” her hands off, Pidge beamed

“Okie dokie, guys. Lance has decided he needed the royal treatment, but do you guys want to see my lab?”

Pidge and Hunk had showed they were they’re for them, by being physically there for them. Pidge was keeping them smiling, as she’d done at the house, using her “gremlin powers” as a force for good. Going to the house had been a sobering experience for them, and Keith had let his duties as the cool mature older friend slide by providing very little comfort to her, despite the fact both her brother and father had been held there. Leaning back in his chair, Lance nominated him

“Keith would love to. I’m going to chill here and be pregnant. Maybe think about breaking into the locker room and appropriating some toothpaste... the options are endless”

Pidge poked Lance in the back of the head, Lance swatting at her hand. How could the pair of them act so normal? Hunk seemed the only one worried outwardly. Lance letting Pidge tease him only served to annoy Keith. His boyfriend might be clumsy, yet he felt there was more going on with Lance that what met the eye

“If you’re feeling that much better, you can come on the tour too”

“I’m busy growing two humans at the moment...”

“You’re on a roller chair. Hunk can drive you”

“Piiiiidge, I promise I’ll listen, but I’m not feeling great. Show Keith and Hunk around, brag about your job. You deserve it”

There was no one there that Keith trusted Lance’s health too. Allura helping in the summoning ritual, and Keith now realising he hadn’t been worried about the two faes. He should be worried. A demon against Coran and Allura... That wasn’t as simple as a werewolf with a cavity. They could be seriously hurt if the summoning went wrong. Catching him staring, Lance held his hand out of him, Keith moving to automatically grip it

“I’m going to be okay. You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving the room. It’s all psychosomatic from what I can tell”

“So something is wrong...”

He’d known it. He fucking knew it. Now Lance was admitting it so it had to be true

“Just a little pain in my stomach, and a little bit of dizziness. I’m fine now I’m sitting”

“You should have told me”

“I know. But I’m in the best place I can be and I’m like pretty sure that maybe it’s because I’m worrying about our friends. They’re going to be okay. Coran knows what he’s doing. They’re going to be okay and we’re all going to in relief once it’s over, you’ll see”

“But what if something’s wrong?”

“The most important thing we can do is be calm. Go check out the tech. I packed my phone, so maybe Pidge can play with that?”

Keith had forgotten about Lance’s phone. His head felt foggy from the moment he’d woken up. Too many thoughts were taxing his brain power. Crossing her arms, Pidge huffed

“I do not play. You guys should appreciate my genius”

“Trust me, Pidgeon, we do. Hunk, Bud. It’s all going to be okay. You’re allowed to be here, so you don’t have to be nervous. Kolivan isn’t here to kidnap you guys, and Coran loves you. I’m sure that engineering side of you is dying to tinker. You’ve already signed a non-disclosure, and as your amazing legal advisor I’m telling you it’s totally fine to relax”

Hunk worried his pointer fingers together

“I’m worried about you. Oh, man. I said it. Dude, are you sure you’re okay being here... You’re pregnant and pregnant people should be resting and we went to the house and you didn’t look very well then and...”

Lance gently interrupted Hunk

“Sunshine of my life, all bromo and no homo, I’m okay. You don’t need to worry. I’m older than you, remember, plus I’m a vampire. A little trip isn’t going to hurt the babies. My stomach didn’t even touch the ground. Go forth and tinker. Maybe you can swipe something useful?”

Lance liked to think he was magically easing everyone, but Keith could tell differently. He felt it, that Lance wasn’t being completely honest, yet Lance did like to stress and worry too much... He felt kind of weird being in the labs without being at work. He’d start back tomorrow, provided everything went well today. Lance had probably already thought about that too. His boyfriend being so thoroughly himself by trying his hardest to support him. Leaning down, Keith kissed the top of Lance’s head. He was being silly. He was letting his anxieties blow things out of proportion

“I’m sorry. I’m not handling this very well”

“Babe, none of us are. But we’re all not handling it well together. We’re a pack remember, it’s natural we’re worried for our family. Now, give me a kiss...”

Keith did as he was told, Lance smiling at him toothily, before continuing

“... and don’t go touching anything”

“Why not? You said Hunk could”

“Because Hunk could probably rebuild anything he broke. We have to face it, babe, we’re a little bit dumb when compared to these two. Not that you are dumb. I have no doubt you could rebuild any weapon you get your hands on, I’m just saying there’s no way I could fix a microscope if I broke it”

Keith got it. He was no wiz when it came to tech

“That’s true. We’ll be... somewhere in here, if you need me call me”

Lance slowly rubbed the underside of his swell

“You know I will. Me and our cupcakes are just going to chill”

Not knowing how long the summoning would take, the wait dragged on. Keith had taken to borrowing a roller chair, keeping himself preoccupied as Pidge worked on Lance’s phone with Hunk. Rolling over to his boyfriend, Lance raised his leg, pushing lightly and sending him rolling across the room. Yeah. They’d hit level of boredom. “Running” back across the room on his tip toes, Pidge pushed her chair back to stop him

“If you two keep this up, I’m going to evict you”

Lance sighed at Pidge, pulling himself up in his chair

“Don’t get snappy at him”

“Then don’t get mad when your phone explodes!”

Lance rolled his eyes, not phased by an angry Pidge

“Is it just me, or does our gremlin sound like she needs another dose of coffee?”

Coffee sounded great. Plus it’d give him something to do with hands

“I’ll go!”

Pidge huffed at Keith’s enthusiasm at leaving. He could have brought Kosmo and taken him for a walk while they waited

“Say how you really feel. You’re supposed to be helping me with the interface”

“I can’t help you until we get there”

Lance wheeled himself over to Hunk

“Hunk, the coffee nerds are fighting. Want to come get the coffee with me?”

Hunk nodded, playing along as he whispered loudly

“They’re scary when they fight”

“I know. I’m surprised Pidge hasn’t invented a Roomba that knives ankles when someone gets between her and coffee”

“Man, don’t go giving her ideas!”

Pidge pushed her chair back, crashing lightly into Lance and Hunk

“You two suck. I hope you both know that”

Lance raised his hand to ruffle her hair

“So Pidgeon doesn’t want a coffee? I guess I shouldn’t get cookies either”

“If you dare come back without cookies, I will end you”

“Many have tried. I’m having cupcakes with the last hunter who came to do just that. You might be a gremlin, but you’re facing a creature of the night”

Pidge sighed at Lance

“You’re a dramatic arsehole, you know that, right?”

“I have been told my arsehole is very dramatic and I don’t even know what that was. Hunk, do you want to come for the walk?”

“Sure... are you up for walking? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I’ve rested and I need to pee. Besides, Keith is cranky. He needs sugar and caffeine”

Keith scowled at the pair of them. He should be the one going for coffee, not his pregnant lover

“Why don’t I get to go?”

“Because Pidge might need your help. We’ll be back soon, babe”

Wheeling herself back to her desk, Pidge mocked him

“Yeah, babe. He’ll be back soon, babe. Don’t worry, babe”

Pidge could pull off being a summoned demon with ease. Keith glad she was using her powers for good instead of running a top class criminal racket

“You’re evil”

“I know”

“Guys, we’re all family and we all love each other. We’ll be back soon. Babe, it’s okay. I love you and I promise I’ll get your order right”

“I know you will. Love you, too. Make sure Hunk doesn’t get lost”

What the heck was that? “Make sure Hunk doesn’t get lost”? What a time to be awkward... Lance snorted

“Pfft. I’ll make him hold my hand and look both ways before crossing the road”

Hunk groaned at them

“Why am I being treated like a kid?”

Lance smiled happily at Hunk

“Because you’re our Hunk and we love you. Pidge, do you want any real food?”

“Nope. I’ve got my own fridge with adult food and everything. You two losers go get the coffee already”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am”

Lance shot Pidge a sloppy salute, Pidge over exaggerating rolling her eyes at him

“Go already! Keith, why do you put up with him?”

“Because I love him”

“Acceptable answer. Okay, come over here and pretend to make yourself useful”

The bad feeling Lance had hadn’t left. Leaving VOLTRON the world felt warmer. The sunshine and busy streets distracting with their overness. So many people were talking he couldn’t narrow in on one particular sound. With each step away from the building, he felt better. The pains in his stomach hadn’t abated at all. Yet if something was wrong, all he could do was wait for Coran as it was. Noticing his distracted mood, Hunk held his hand, Lance smiling and he shook his head when it first slipped into his.

Unable to stop from over ordering, Hunk was on coffee carrying duty, as Lance carried the two bags from the bakery back. The pain now starting to get to the point when he had to slow down, and rest every few metres. Reminding himself he only had to make back to the next block, he tried his hardest to ignore it. It’d pass. It’d pass and the twins would be okay. He didn’t so much care for himself, he’d heal, but them... He couldn’t lose them. He’d give himself an hour. If things hadn’t improved in an hour he’d head down to the infirmary and let them poke at him.

Hunk noticed the stops, the big man slowing to a snails pace to match his. Making their way through the bookshop and into the elevator, Lance dropped the bags as he grunted, staggering into the elevator wall. Something was wrong. Something was very very wrong. These... this felt like... his fake contractions but a hundred times worse

“Lance!”

“Call... Keith...”

Gripping his stomach with one hand, Lance held himself up, bent over with his hand against the elevator walls. A second wave of pain made him moan in misery

“Fuck, okay, okay, okay. It’s only a little further...”

Wetness trickled down his legs, Lance immediately panicking at the warmth

“Call Keith!”

Behind him Hunk had hit the button down to the labs, the elevator doors sliding shut. They’d only just started moving when elevator shuddered, some kind of barely audible boom causing it to shudder around them as it came to a stop. Shit. This couldn’t be good

“I can’t get through to Keith. The call won’t connect!”

“What do you mean you can’t reach... agh!”

Gripping his stomach, Lance’s knees bent, nearly buckling under the pain. A wave of something evil seemed to tear through the air, the hairs on his skin standing upright as his body erupted into goosebumps

“It says no signal! What do I do?!”

Hunk was freaking out. Lance was freaking out. He hated being trapped. He hated elevators but knew the doors would open, so ignored the discomfort of being in one. Above the lights flickered, red replacing bright white light as an alarm started ringing. Something had gone wrong. Something had gone wrong with the summoning. That was the only thing Lance could think of... fuck... fuck it hurt... it hurt so much his head dropped as he swore violently in time with the wave of pain

“Fuuuuuck!”

This couldn’t be happening. He’d done everything right. Every demand placed on him, he’d done it. He’d stabbed himself over and over with those damn injections. He’d drunk Keith’s blood. He’d eaten until he started to hate food.

Coming to his side, Hunk had set the tray of coffees down. Placing his hand on Lance’s lower back, he leaned around him

“Lance? What do I do?”

“Hunk, I need... need you to check... if I’m bleeding...”

“Wha...”

“Just put your hand on my arse and tell me if you see blood”

Hunk moved, his moved hesitant as he pulled down the back of Lance’s pants exposing his underwear. Thank god for elastic maternity pants

“N-no...”

Okay. Okay. That was good. Forcing down a deep lungful of air through his nose Lance released it slowly through his mouth

“I think I’m in labour. The summoning’s gone wrong... I need you to check the elevator doors. See if you can get them open”

It didn’t matter what floor they were on. Coran had built the place with a labyrinth of hidden stairs. If they could get out, they could get help. He could send Hunk through the car park to call Krolia, Matt and Rieva

“On it... Dude, do you want to sit? I don’t know what to do...”

Poor Hunk. Lance had to keep strong for him, but fuck... He needed Coran, like right now!

“No... no... standing... is better... fuck... fucking fuckery fuck...”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

7 notes · View notes

starwarsnonsense · 4 years

Text

Top 10 Most Anticipated Films of 2020

Now I’ve got my embarrassingly late ‘Best of 2019′ list out of the way, I can finally proceed to the list that’s probably more exciting - my most anticipated films of 2020!

This list excludes films that have already been screened at festivals (otherwise, stuff like Saint Maud would be here). It’s also somewhat analogous to groping about for a light switch in the dark - these lists very rarely accurately predict my ultimate favourites for the year, so it’s more of a fun speculative exercise. Hopefully this puts some intriguing-looking films on your radar for the year ahead!

1. Dune (dir. Denis Villeneuve)

Plot: The story of Paul Atreides (Timothée Chalamet), a brilliant and gifted young man born into a great destiny beyond his understanding, who must travel to the most dangerous planet in the universe to ensure the future of his family and his people.

Why be excited? The reasons to be excited about Dune should be pretty self-evident - it’s directed by one of the greatest filmmakers working today (Villeneuve’s Incendies and Blade Runner 2049 are all-timers for me), and is based on one of the best science-fiction novels ever written. The cast - Timothée Chalamet, Rebecca Ferguson, Oscar Isaac, Javier Bardem, Charlotte Rampling, and more - is absolutely stacked with talent. There’s every reason to believe that this will be something special, and I couldn’t be more pleased that Villeneuve is the man responsible for filling that Star Wars-shaped hole in the December release schedule.

2. Annette (dir. Leos Carax)

Plot: A stand-up comedian (Adam Driver), and his opera singer wife (Marion Cotillard), have a two-year-old daughter with a surprising gift.

Why be excited? You may not have heard of him, but Leos Carax is one of the most exciting directors working - he only makes around one film a decade, but the films he does make tend to be very special. I’ve only seen one film of his - Lovers on the Bridge - but that was filled with such ecstatic romance and wondrous visuals that it made me tremendously excited for Annette. Annette is a top-to-bottom musical with songs by American duo Sparks (if you know them for anything, it will be ‘This Town Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us’), and said songs will be delivered by Adam Driver and Marion Cotillard. It goes without saying that both actors are extremely talented performers with great voices (see Driver in Marriage Story and Cotillard in Nine for evidence), and I’m looking forward to seeing how they demonstrate their talents here.

3. Last Night in Solo (dir. Edgar Wright)

Plot: A young girl (Thomasin McKenzie), passionate in fashion design, is mysteriously able to enter the 1960s where she encounters her idol, a dazzling wannabe singer (Anya Taylor-Joy). But 1960s London is not what it seems, and time seems to fall apart with shady consequences.

Why be excited? I’m not the biggest Edgar Wright fan, but I admire him greatly and the premise of Last Night in Soho is like cat-nip to me. Speaking to Empire, Wright explained the story as follows: “I’m taking a premise whereby you have a character who, in a sort of abstract way, gets to travel in time. And the reality of the decade is maybe not what she imagines. It has an element of ‘be careful what you wish for’.” I’m a sucker for a good, old-fashioned high concept, especially when said films play with genre and really challenge the viewer. The two female leads - Thomasin McKenzie (JoJo Rabbit, Leave No Trace) and Anya Taylor-Joy (The Witch, Emma) - are among the very best young actors working today, and the supporting cast features absolute legends such as Diana Rigg and Terence Stamp. Whether it’s successful or not, this film feels like a genuinely original prospect and I’m eager to see how it turns out.

4. The Green Knight (dir. David Lowery)

Plot: A fantasy re-telling of the medieval tale of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.

Why be excited? There has been a sad lack of films based on mythology in recent years - or, to be more accurate, there has been a sad lack of films that attempt to honour what the myths were actually trying to convey. The stunning trailer for Green Knight promises a film that genuinely engages with its source material, and is just as interested in the psychological truths of the tale as the spectacle of its fantastical scenarios. Dev Patel is an extremely talented actor coming off another great movie in The Personal History of David Copperfield, and the supporting cast (Alicia Vikander!) appear to be fully committed to their parts. I’m excited to see a true myth on the big screen again, and David Lowery (A Ghost Story, The Old Man & The Gun) can be trusted to give an old tale a new sense of vitality.

5. The French Dispatch (dir. Wes Anderson)

Plot: The staff of a European publication decides to publish a memorial edition highlighting the three best stories from the last decade: an artist sentenced to life imprisonment, student riots, and a kidnapping resolved by a chef.

Why be excited? It’s a Wes Anderson movie! Of course I’m excited! In all seriousness, the trailer was all I needed to get hyped about this. It’s clearly Anderson’s quintessential style, but it also shows flashes of some very bold and striking compositions (yes, I’m thinking of Chalamet on the back of that motorcycle) that you wouldn’t necessarily think of in relation to him. I’m intrigued by the prospect of there being stories nested within a story, which feels like the perfect choice for the structure of a film about a newspaper. The cast features all of Anderson’s old favourites (Swinton! Murray! McDormand!), as well as some exciting new additions (Timothée Chalamet, Elisabeth Moss, Christoph Waltz, among others) that feel so well-suited to his style it’s surprising they haven’t worked together before. Bring on all those immaculately composed shots and exquisite colour palettes.

6. Tenet (dir. Christopher Nolan)

Plot: Unknown. The project is described as an action epic revolving around international espionage.

Why be excited? I hate to sound repetitive, but ... it’s a Christopher Nolan movie. That alone is enough to be hyped about this. Details of the plot are vague for now, but the teaser suggests the sort of intelligent, high-concept film-making we’ve come to expect from Nolan. John David Washington - who impressed in BlacKkKlansman - is a great choice for the lead, and I also love that Tenet will feature Robert Pattinson and Elizabeth Debicki (among my favourite actors) in prominent roles. There’s not much else to say given how little we know about this, but suffice to say I’ll be there on day one!

7. Wonder Woman 1984 (dir. Patty Jenkins)

Plot: Wonder Woman (Gal Gadot) comes into conflict with the Soviet Union during the Cold War in the 1980s and finds a formidable foe by the name of the Cheetah (Kristen Wiig).

Why be excited? The original Wonder Woman was an absolute delight, and I couldn’t be more pleased that Patty Jenkins is back to continue Diana’s story. The decision to pick up with Diana in the 1980s is most intriguing (and paves the way for all kinds of exciting choices when it comes to the music and the fashions), especially since it looks like the film is actually going to explore the implications of being an immortal being in a mortal world.

8. Raya and the Last Dragon (dir. Paul Briggs and Dean Wellins)

Plot: A lone warrior from the fantasy kingdom of Kumandra teams up with a crew of misfits in her quest to find the Last Dragon and bring light and unity back to their world.

Why be excited? The animation scene in 2020 looks kind of ... blah at the moment, with the notable exception of Raya and the Last Dragon. The setting was described by the film’s producer as "a reimagined Earth inhabited by an ancient civilization that venerated the mythical dragons for their power and their wisdom”, and that alone is enough to fire up my imagination. Off the back of Moana and the Frozen films (which I all unabashedly love), I trust Disney Animation to instil this with plenty of colour and verve.

9. I’m Thinking of Ending Things (dir. Charlie Kaufman)

Plot: An unexpected detour turns a couple’s road trip into a terrifying journey through their fragile psyches.

Why be excited? Directed by Charlie Kaufman (writer of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), I’m Thinking of Ending Things is based on a prize-winning novel. However, despite the pedigree the main reason I’m looking forward to this is Jessie Buckley. Buckley gave a star-making performance in Beast a few years ago, and has since proven herself an actor of immense talent and skill (see Wild Rose for proof of what a powerhouse she is). I’m excited to see her career continue to go from strength to strength, and I’m Thinking of Ending Things seems poised to be a great showcase for her.

10. The Last Duel (dir. Ridley Scott)

Plot: King Charles VI declares that Knight Jean de Carrouges (Matt Damon) settle his dispute with his squire (Adam Driver) by challenging him to a duel.

Why be excited? Ridley Scott is a bit of a mixed bag for me, and has never come close to reaching the heights of Alien and Blade Runner with his recent work. Nonetheless, against my better judgement I can’t help but be excited by the prospect of a medieval epic with Scott at the helm. The acting talent attached to The Last Duel is top-notch, and I’m particularly fond of Jodie Comer (of Killing Eve fame) and Adam Driver (do you really need me to say more?). There’s a very real danger of the highly sensitive plot (the ‘dispute’ at the heart of the story concerns an accusation of rape, the truth of which is to be determined with a duel) being mishandled by Scott, but the involvement of screenwriter Nicole Holofcener gives me some hope. This could turn out to be a misfire, but my hope is that it will, at the very least, be interesting.

#dune #annette #last night in soho #green knight #the french dispatch #timothee chalamet #Adam driver #jessie buckley #the last duel #i'm thinking of ending things #raya and the last dragon #wonder woman 1984 #tenet #films #2020 in film #cinema

135 notes · View notes

madamebaggio · 5 years

Text

That Dress

Notes: I’ve literally just finished this, so I had no time to re-read it or ask for someone to beta it for me.

Let me know if I let something too terrible passed.

Also, this might have spoilers for season 3.

***

Something wasn't right. Gilbert was absolutely sure.

When he got back to the doctor’s office, he’d found not only Bash looking worse for wear, but also a message from Anne, asking him if he could pick her up from Aunt Josephine’s house.

The memory of Anne saying she didn’t need anything from him was still quite fresh in his head, and it made him wonder what could have possibly happened.

Bash told him he’d meet them at the train station, so Gilbert left him being looked after by doctor Ward and went to Aunt Jo’s.

Her weird butler opened the door for him and took him to the parlour. “Mr. Gilbert Blythe.” He announced grandly.

Aunt Josephine got up. “Mr. Blythe. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Miss Barry.” He nodded at her. “Is Anne already here?”

Aunt Josephine seemed confused. “No. I didn’t know you two had agreed to meet here.”

Now Gilbert was also confused. “She sent me a message to meet her here.”

“Hey, Gilbert.”

Cole was entering the room, strutting and with an apple in his hand.

“Cole.”

“Cole, dear. Did you know that Anne sent a message to Gilbert?” Josephine asked, a suspicious note in her voice.

Cole bit into his apple and hummed noncommittally.

Josephine narrowed her eyes at him, then sighed. “If you excuse me, I have something to look at.”

She gave Cole a look as she passed him, but didn’t comment.

“Anne didn’t send me a message, did she?” Gilbert guessed once the two boys were alone.

“Not really.” Cole answered, not an ounce of regret on his voice.

“What are you playing at?” Gilbert was justifiably mistrustful.

“Nothing as nefarious as you seem to think.” Cole told him cheerily. “Let’s be honest. You’ve had a crush on Anne for a few years now, right?”

“I… I beg your pardon?” Gilbert stuttered.

“Don’t bother denying it.” Cole made a dismissive gesture. “I swear every time you even look in her direction, I can see it in your face. I mean, the whole world can.”

That gave Gilbert pause. Did that mean that Anne…?

“Anne has no idea, before you ask.” Cole told him, probably able to see by his expression what Gilbert was thinking about. “I told her once, but she didn’t believe me.”

Gilbert sighed in relief. He didn’t know what he’d do if Anne knew. To be honest, he plain didn’t know what to do when it came to her.

And sure, fine, he’d been madly in love with her -and yes, in his head he was allowed to admit it -for a long time -perhaps embarrassingly long -but that didn’t give Cole Mackenzie the right to do something about it.

“You told her?” Gilbert groaned. Oh no!

“A long time ago.” Cole shrugged. “I think it was during the situation with miss Stacy.”

That was forever ago! And she didn't believe it? Maybe she just didn't want to. Maybe Anne just didn't think about him at all, not the way he thought about her.

And her eyes.

Her freckles.

Her words.

Anne kept running through his mind like a fairy -would she find that romantic enough? -and Gilbert was just a boy madly in love with a girl, who didn't even notice it.

He wished he knew how to show it more, but all his attempts to get close to Anne always failed miserably -since the very first day -and then she came to him talking about Ruby. He didn't know what he was supposed to do.

It was maddening! Just like Anne herself and yet…

And yet.

“Anyway.” Cole clapped his hands. “I just thought I should let you know.”

Gilbert didn't believe him for a second. “So you called me here under false pretences just to tell me you know I like Anne?”

“Yes.”

Right. Sure.

“I think I hear Aunt Jo calling me.” Cole declared cheerily. “You can wait for Anne here.”

Cole left and Gilbert was in no mood to call him on his obvious lie. He was going to leave, because Anne wouldn't be happy if he was there, he was pretty sure. She might think he was trying to take care of her or something.

And God forgive if he…

He was in the hallway when he saw Rollings opening the door and Anne coming in.

His whole world came to a screeching stop, as all the sounds around him disappeared and he was left with only her, right there in front of him looking like an angel, a fair, a princess, a goddess…

Oh no.

“Gilbert? What are you doing here?” She asked, clearly concerned. “Did something happen?”

“I…” He tried, he really did, but he couldn’t answer her. He didn’t think his brain was still working at all.

She was dressed like a woman, not a little girl. Wherever the dress had come from, it seemed made for her. The light green color seemed to bring out the best of her own coloring; and there was something slightly different about her shape, which suggested she was wearing a corset, and knowing that made Gilbert’s heart flutter for some reason.

But Anne was always Anne, and -despite the fact she was dressed like a lady -her hat was on her hand and her hair seemed to be falling from its updo, the red curls framing her face, but all of this just made her that much beautiful to him.

It was like seeing a glimpse of the future, of the woman she’d be. Stronger, more mature, but still so free and beautiful and… Anne.

“Gilbert!” Anne had been clearly trying to get his attention for a while now. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “Bash found Elijah and it wasn’t pretty.” He saw himself speaking. “I came to see if you were ready to go, and…”

“Is he alright?” She wanted to know.

He felt bad for lying to her, but he couldn’t tell her about his conversation with Cole.

At least not yet.

“Yes. Doctor Ward took care of him, but he’s eager to go home.”

“Of course. I’ll just change and we can go.”

“Right…” He could feel himself blushing. “What happened…?”

“Oh.” She seemed a bit uncomfortable. “I was trying to look older, so I wouldn’t need a chaperone to go around.” She admitted.

“Always so resourceful.” He grinned at her.

“Well, this is a bit strange…”

“No.” He spoke immediately. “You look beautiful.”

Anne was staring at him agape, then she shook her head. “Not funny.”

Well, he’d said it already, so… “I am serious. You look… You look like a dream.”

Her face became immediately red, but she kept looking straight at him -so unafraid -and he kept looking at her, because he knew he could do this for the rest of his life and never tire.

I was a strong certitude that took over him out of nowhere, and he just knew -he knew -that he wanted the honor of being with that Anne of the future.

He took a step forward. “Anne, I… I was wondering…”

“Yes?” She encouraged, leaning her body forward without even noticing it.

And he was looking at her lips, and predicting a disaster, and he could see Marilla in his head not being happy about it at all, but she was right there and he was there too…

He didn’t even realise he’d leaned down until his lips brushed hers. He straightened back immediately, but it was already done.

They looked at each other for a minute, both shocked and a bit confused, and still…

Gilbert didn’t know who moved first -and he didn’t particularly care, because suddenly her lips were on his again. It was urgent and clumsy and so amazingly perfect he flailed for a second, trying to stop the spinning of his head and the mad beating of his heart.

However, all he could feel was Anne and her soft lips, and he could swear she tasted like sunshine and dreams.

They separated as suddenly as they started kissing, both breathing hard, both blushing fiercely.

“I… I have to go change.” Anne murmured, passing quickly by him.

Gilbert let her go, but he could feel the tingle on his lips and the smile spreading on them.

This day had turned out perfect in the end.

***

Notes: As usual, let me know your feelings!

#madame baggio #fanfic #anne with an e #anne shirley #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #anne x gilbert #shirbert #season 3 #possible spoilers

161 notes · View notes

fatechica · 4 years

Note

could you spare a crumb of be brave and kiss the girl?? we mere mortals are starved for content

Oh, I’ll give you more than a crumb, anon. Because all y’all have been waiting so patiently, here’s 2000 words from the next chapter!

(And, while I’m here, sorry for taking so long with this, everyone! I thought I was gonna be able to get it out last weekend, but my life refuses to calm down at all and I’m busier than ever, it feels. I’m still working on it and I’m somewhat optimistic that I’ll be able to get the next chapter out sometime within the next week, but I make no promises other than I’m still going to keep working on it.)

Hope this little snippet of Mileven being cuties as usual helps tide you guys over until I post the chapter!

----------------

El sleeps away most of the morning, only briefly waking once or twice, and the moments of consciousness don’t last long. Her phone buzzes a handful of times with text messages – most notably from Dustin and Jen, wondering where she is and, later, how she’s feeling once they find out she’s sick – but the morning goes by otherwise undisturbed.

El wakes up, actually wakes up, a little before noon with a dry mouth and dizzy head. She’s not hungry, but she knows she should probably eat something, and toast isn’t too far out of her ability right now. So El hobbles back downstairs, a few minutes later, re-enters her room with a small plate of toast and a glass of water, settling back into bed just in time to be there when her phone starts ringing.

Despite how crappy she feels, El smiles at the sight of Mike’s name flashing across the top of her phone’s screen. She grabs her phone and answers it as she leans back against the pillows, body feeling heavy with exhaustion. “Hi,” she says, voice croaking. She winces, cringing at just how gross it sounds. But she just can’t bring herself to care too much – she’s too tired.

“Wow, you sound horrible,” Mike’s voice sounds in her ear, soft and tender, the faint hint of an echo behind it.

El lets out a laugh, feeble and raspy. “Charmer. Bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Only you,” Mike says. He lets out a sigh. “How are you feeling? Dustin said you were sick. I wanted to call earlier, but I didn’t have a chance until now.” A low chuckle; El shivers at the sound of it. “I’m hiding in the bathroom so no one catches me calling.”

“I’m ok, I guess,” El says. “Feel like crap. Just wanna sleep all day.”

“So, I guess our ‘study session’ is cancelled for the day?” The words are light, but there’s a note of disappointment that El can’t help but hear, shallow and self-centered.

Her stomach sours at the sound of it, of that disappointment, robbing her of what little appetite she might have had. Sorry a cold’s getting in the way of making out, her mind whispers petulantly. El shakes herself free of the thought a split second later. It’s not like she isn’t disappointed, either. “Yeah, unless you want me falling asleep in the middle of it,” El says. Ooh, sleep… god, sleep sounds good and El knows she’s doing a horrible job at keeping the exhaustion out of her voice.

“Still, I miss you,” Mike says with a soft, wistful tone. “Trig isn’t the same without you and I’m scared to think of what US History is going to be like.”

“I miss you too,” El says, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I wish you were here.” And it’s true. For as shitty as she feels right now, the idea of having Mike with her, next to her, right now sounds just heavenly.

“I can come by after school, if you want,” Mike says eagerly, words leaping into her with a rapid clip, like his lips can barely keep up with the force of them. “Help you get better. Like, make you tea and stuff.”

“And stuff?” El quotes back, a breathless giggle in her voice.

“Yeah, like, whatever you do for people when they’re sick,” Mike clarifies. El can hear the smile in his voice and it makes her heart hurt imagining what he must look like right now, fingers itching to trace the curve of his lips before capturing that smile with her own lips.

“Ok, you can come over after school,” El says. “I’ll make sure the door’s open in case I’m sleeping.”

“Ms. Hopper, I’m shocked,” Mike says with totally faux dramatics. “Leaving your front door open where anyone could walk through it. What would your Chief of Police dad say?”

El snorts, wincing a little at the harsh rush of air through her nostrils and the back of her throat. “It’ll be fine. This is Hawkins.”

“You won’t say that when there are strange men coming into your house in the middle of the afternoon.”

“Are you calling yourself a strange man? Should I be alarmed?” El asks, smiling. Despite how crappy she feels physically, teasing and flirting with Mike like this always makes her feel at least a little like she’s basking in sunshine on a warm spring afternoon. And her heart just unfurls even more, like there’s no end to the depths of her feelings for him. It’d be scarier if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

“I was hoping more for excited, but if alarmed’s the best I’m going to get….” Mike trails off, giving El space to giggle, before he speaks once more. “But I’ll let you go. I need to go eat lunch, anyway, and you sound like you’re about to fall asleep.”

“After I eat my toast,” El says. “Then sleep.”

“I’ll see you later,” Mike says, voice soft with a wistful sigh.

“Ok, I–” The words get stuck in her throat and El doesn’t dare try to push them through. Not whens she’s so tired. Not when she’ll say something she might regret. “I’ll see you when you get here.”

“If you’re not asleep,” Mike says.

“You’re not exactly quiet, so I think I’ll be ok,” El says with a sleepy laugh.

Mike’s laugh echoes in her ear, and whether it’s triggered by what El said or El’s own laugh, she’s not sure. “Bye, El.”

“Mmm, bye Mike.”

True to her words, after El hangs up the phone, she eats her toast, drinks some water, and promptly falls back asleep.

But, not true to her words, El’s still asleep when Mike eventually comes over after school. Partway through the afternoon, around 2 or so, El wakes up to make sure the door’s unlocked for Mike to come inside and she promises herself she’ll be awake when he comes over in a little more than an hour. Cross Country is over, so there’s no more practices after school, and it doesn’t take long to get to her house from campus (it’s Hawkins – it doesn’t take long to get anywhere).

So El doesn’t think it’ll be too hard to stay awake for when Mike gets there. Only, almost the moment she crawls back into bed, El falls asleep again.

As a result, she totally doesn’t hear the sound of the front door opening. Or the sound of her phone buzzing with an incoming text message or footsteps coming up the stairs.

And though she barely registers the sensation of her bed jostling and mattress dipping, it’s not enough to pull El from the illness-induced slumber that’s holding her in its clutches as tightly as it can.

It’s only the feel of a light touch trailing down her face – from her temple, across the apple of her cheek, ending at the edge of her jaw – that pulls her up into the land of consciousness.

El blinks blearily, vision foggy with sleep, and it takes a bit for the haziness to clear for her to recognize what, or who, she’s looking up at. “Mike?”

Mike’s smiling down at her, soft fondness in his gaze, and El’s heart feels full to the point of bursting. He’s here. “Hey, sleepy head. How’re you feeling?”

The question brings awareness back to how crappy she’s feeling. “Ugh, gross,” she says as she catalogs the way her throat feels scratchy and hear head feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton and her limbs feel like they’re going to fall through the mattress beneath her. On top of it, she’s sure she looks horrible – like she’s nowhere near the top of her game right now and, embarrassingly, Mike’s here to see it. “I probably look repulsive.”

“You’re sick,” Mike says as his hand trails back up her cheek, fingers catching the hair that’s fallen over her face to tuck it behind her ears. El shivers at the tenderness of his touch, a low murmur of pleasure emanating from her throat. “But you’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, no matter how sick you are.”

Oh. Oh. Her heartbeat trips over itself as it stutters and skips in her chest. Warmth, fierce and overwhelming, explodes in her veins like a supernova. The feelings that course through her are too much – way beyond too much – and El’s a breath away from drowning in them and never being able to find her way back out.

And it really, really isn’t fair that Mike’s looking so very handsome right now, on top of it – black swear with dark jeans, hair a bit windswept, smelling like clean laundry and a little bit like the outdoors– as he looks down at her with unbearable sweetness.

Honestly, how is she supposed to resist him?

“You’re such a flirt,” El says, deflecting, as she pulls herself up to a semi-sitting position, Mike mirroring her pose as they lean against her pillows.

“I learned from the best,” Mike says with a cheeky grin. His hand moves down from underneath her ear, touch trailing down her back as his fingers dance along the length of her spine. His gaze follows the same descent as his hand as it skims down her body, eyes lighting up. “So that’s where my t-shirt disappeared off to,” he says and the grin on his face turns wolfish and too please by half.

A flush creeps up her cheeks, partly from how Mike’s looking at her like he wants to devour her, and El finds herself with a teasing pout pulling at her lips. “I’m not giving it back, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Well, maybe if you wanted to give it back to me right this second,” Mike says as he waggles his eyebrows at her, hinting heavy-handedly. “But I like how you look in my clothes.”

A gasp bubbles up in her chest, shocked at just how forward Mike’s being. And El hates that she’s sick because she kind of really loves Mike like this – confident without being presumptive, sweet and hot at the same time – and how it makes her want to give him everything.

Well, this sucks.

“Ugh, I hate being sick because I really wanna kiss you right now,” El says and, this time, the pout on her face is all too real.

“That’s why you need to get better,” Mike says. “So you can kiss me for being so adorable.”

A raspy laugh escapes her and El shakes her head. “Yes, that is the only reason to get better, of course.” She scoots over to him, pleased to see him shifting to accommodate what’s about to happen. “But, in the meantime, cuddles will have to do,” El says as she latches onto him. Her arms wrap around his torso while she pillows her head against the top of his chest, and El lets out a contented moan as she feels Mike’s arm wrap around her. “Hmm, so warm,” she sighs as she burrows in deeper.

Mike’s laugh vibrates against her ear where it’s rumbling in his chest and El never wants him to be any further away from her than he is right now. “Oh, I see how this goes. You’re just using me for my warmth,” he says, teasing, but it’s undercut by a fondness in his voice that just makes El want to melt into a pile of goo.

“Warm snuggly boyfriends are the best boyfriends,” El murmurs as exhaustion begins to pull at her once more, lulled as she is by the gentle, seductive warmth of the boy she’s snuggled up against.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Mike says. El feels him shift against her and, a moment later, his lips press a whisper of a kiss to the skin of her forehead. “Get some sleep, El. I’ll be here.”

Already half asleep, El mumbles her response. “Kay, good.”

And, so, safe and warm, held tight in her boyfriend’s embrace, El lets exhaustion continue pulling her under until she falls completely and totally asleep.

#stranger things #mileven #be brave and kiss the girl #i swear i'm getting close to finishing this chapter #but again #time is my mortal enemy #why does life gotta be so busy anyway?#at least i have adorable mileven fic ideas and hcs to keep my thoughts company #Anonymous

42 notes · View notes

littlemindblabbles · 4 years

Text

First Time’s the Charm

Pairing: Soonyoung x Jihoon (SoonHoon)

Summary: here’s the little one-shot on Soonhoon that’s related to my multi-chaptered fic The Bet :)

“JIHOONIE! Good morning!!!!” Rolling his eyes, Jihoon cringed at the loud boy currently making his way to him. Soonyoung really wouldn’t stop will he? Ever since the first day of high school, Soonyoung has made it his mission to be Jihoon’s friend. From following him through the school hallways, sitting with him in the canteen during lunch, alway asking Jihoon if he wanted to study together after school. Part of Jihoon knew Soonyoung probably had a small crush on him, but that ball of sunshine was quite fun to hang out with so gradually, he agreed.

“HI! How was your night, I hope you managed to get home safe, we did leave the library pretty late. I’m actually kinda glad you forced me to go home instead of walking you home, I was so tired I fell asleep the moment I got back. And I would have overslept if Wonwoo doesn’t walk with me to school everyday!” Ah yes, how could Jihoon overlook the emotionless figure standing right next to Soonyoung. Jeon Wonwoo, Soonyoung’s best friend since kindergarten. The two of them have been stuck together since then, though their friend group has been expanding due to how friendly Soonyoung was, Jihoon included. He didn’t mind Wonwoo, the guy didn’t talk much, which was sometimes a breath of fresh air after being stuck with Soonyoung for hours. They hung out a lot in threes, Jihoon suspected it was because Soonyoung didn’t want to make his crush too obvious. Sigh.

“I’m fine Soonyoung. I made it home perfectly safe, and I had a good night thanks for asking. I know you woke up late, the two of y’all were running into school just as the school bell sounded, and you’re wearing yesterday’s jeans with a shirt that’s inside out.” Soonyoung looked down and turned beet red, sheepishly grinning.

“Oh? Right, I didn’t really pay attention to what I was wearing, it was more of just making sure I had clothes on. It’s okay, I have a spare set of clothes in my locker that I keep for dance.” If there was anything Soonyoung got more excited than talking to Jihoon, it was dance. It was basically Soonyoung’s life, and he would talk about it to anybody if he could. If you wanted to get into Soonyoung’s heart, just bring up something related to dance and he’ll love you forever.

“You’re practicing today? I have to finish up an essay, so I’ll be in school till late. I don’t mind sitting in the practice room to keep you company.” Based on Soonyoung’s reaction, it sounded as though Jihoon just gave him a million dollars.

“This is the first time you’ve initiated a hangout! I’m so happy my influence has finally rubbed off on you. I’ve got to get to class now though, see you during lunch! Bye Jihoonie, bye Wonnie!” Waving frantically, he ran off. Wonwoo, finally showing a slight smirk, nodded his head towards his retreating best friend, raising an eyebrow.

“Too obvious right?”

“Yeah, I’ve known for awhile now”

“Well, please do something about it, I might die if I hear him tell me about how you looked at him for longer than 10 seconds when y’all talk.” Jihoon laughed, he didn’t know why, but something about that boy made him smile.

---

“You finished your essay? Do you want to eat something, I know writing must have made you really tired. My treat, I finally accomplished a really difficult move today, I’ve been practicing for months.”

“No, I’m fine, maybe you can treat me some other time. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow. I have to say, you make dancing look so effortless, even that difficult moved looked amazing when executed by you.” Jihoon wasn’t trying to patronise him, Soonyoung really was like a different person when he danced. He was’t lying when he wanted to watch Soonyoung practice, he could watch him for hours and still be amazed.

“I think I managed it today because I had my lucky charm.” Jihoon stopped, turning back to look at Soonyoung, eyes slighlty widened. “Jihoon, I know I haven’t been the most subtle, and I’m sure someone as observant as you has probably figured things out. You may act all cold and harsh to most people and we may seem like polar opposites but I know deep down, when you’re with me, you can be the sweetest person in the world. I love the version of me when I’m with you, and if I could, I want to spend more time with you without having to drag Wonwoo around. I want to take you out for movie dates and fancy dinners, have someone to give cheesy gifts to during Valentine’s Day, take those embarrassingly cute selfies that you pretend to hate but secretly look at when you think I’m not looking, get all the scoldings in the world when you teach me how to play video games. I want all that with you, so please will you go out with me Jihoon?” Wow, Jihoon didn’t know Soonyoung had it in him to be romantic. Of course, he already knew his answer, but Soonyoung being all cute and romantic and not awkward or shy at all was a huge surprise.

“I hope you know that I don’t just hang out with anyone till dark like this everyday. Of course I like you too Soonyoung, and yes I will go out with you.” The moment the words left his lips, he was enveloped in a huge hug by a very very sweaty Soonyoung.

“Omg, you actually agreed! I thought I would have to try about like 5 times before you accepted me, but you said yes on the first try! This was even better than when I first asked you to be my friend.” Oh, was I that mean till he had that impression of me? Oops.

“Wonwoo’s going to be so surprised! Oh, I better tell him now!” And suddenly, before Jihoon could process anything, his now boyfriend(?) left him standing alone in the dark outside the school gates.

This was more the Soonyoung he was familiar with, way too excited and jumpy till sometimes he does things absentmindedly. Smiling to himself, he started to walk home, wondering when Soonyoung would notice his mistake.

The phone call came in later than expected, Jihoon was already showered and laying in bed. But he picked it up nevertheless, amused to hear what Soonyoung had to say.

“JIHOON I’M SORRY! I don’t know what came over me, I was so so so happy you agreed, I just ran off to tell Wonwoo because he told me I would fail today. You’re home right, I just reached school but you’re nowhere to be found.” Jihoon noted the irregular panting and heavy breathing from the other end. Poor Soonyoung, he must have sprinted to school the moment he realised his mistake.

“Yes, I’m home. I wouldn’t have waited in the cold for that long, I value my life. And it’s okay, really I know you. I’ll see you tomorrow alright? Have a good night.” Not wanting Soonyoung to waste anymore time outside, he hurriedly hung up so Soonyoung could go home. Not thinking much of it, he continued getting ready for bed.

Awhile later, his phone chimed. It was Wonwoo.

W - Couldn’t have been a little less Jihoon with that answer? Now your boyfriend is cramping up my arm because he fell asleep worrying that you may reject him tomorrow because of this. I’m going to have a cramped arm because of the both of you.

J - Oops, I didn’t really think much of it. I’m fine, I was actually wondering where was the excited but absentminded guy when he asked me out. It was actually so sweet and smooth I was impressed!

W - As much as I am surprised you agreed to go out with him the first time, I am not happy with this current outcome. Please reassure him tomorrow, while I try to get some sleep without losing all feeling in my arm. Gdnight!

Jihoon must really have given everyone the impression he was only tolerating Soonyoung to be nice. But at least Soonyoung knew how he truly was whenever they were alone, he was the only one Jihoon could let his guard down and still feel safe around. Looks like he had to clear up this little issue as soon as possible.

---

“Soonyoung, you’re in school already? But you’re never earlier than me.” Shocked, Jihoon could only stare incredulously at the sight of Soonyoung waiting by his locker even before Jihoon reached.

“Wonwoo shoved me out at 5 am, and asked me to go home so he could get a bit more sleep with his arm back. I was too nervous, so I came to school early. Please please forgive me for yesterday, don’t reject me because of this.” Soonyoung was trying his best to look cute, giving Jihoon the huge puppy dog eyes. Silly boy, Jihoon already found him cute when he wasn’t trying anything. Only knowing one way to complete ensure Soonyoung knew he was okay, Jihoon took a huge breath and leaned forward to place a peck on Soonyoung’s lips.

“Now do you believe me when I say I was really okay with everything?” Soonyoung nodded vigorously, before pulling Jihoon into another super tight hug.

Note: This turned out longer than expected, but hope y’all like it! Please check out my Masterlist for more fics.

16 notes · View notes