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angelsanarchy · 8 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 11 -> CH 12

"Are you knocking over a pharmacy?”

“Medication alternatives.”

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Jack made sure to get up at a decent hour so he could shower and give Ace an impromptu bath. Nothing special, just a quick rinse and fluff. Jack wouldn't exactly say he was trying to earn some brownie points but he hoped that if he returned Ace in top condition, maybe Y/n would bring him by more often to stay.

Jack was sitting on a lawn chair in the backyard tossing the ball to Ace when Y/n came around the corner, sunglasses pushed up to hold her hair back.

"Well look at you two, looking especially fluffy." Y/n handed Jack his coffee and took the seat across from him.

"I gave him a quick rinse this morning." Jack nodded as Ace jumped up on the seat giving Y/n kisses.

"Ah yes, thank you for washing the stench of your lust from my dog. I'm sure my mom would appreciate that." Y/n tossed him the burrito and he kissed the aluminum it was wrapped in.

"You are my new favorite neighbor. Have I told you that?" Jack complimented.

"Considering you don't talk to literally any other neighbors, I will accept that begrudgingly." Y/n reached in the bag and pulled out her own breakfast burrito so they both could eat.

"Oh I also brought you this." Y/n reached into her bag and pulled out a slip of paper, handing it over. Jack eyeballed it unsure of what he was reading.

"Are you knocking over a pharmacy?" Jack joked and she shook her head with a mouth full of food.

"Medication alternatives. I don't know what your exact ailments are but if they're psychological, these can absolutely help with negative side effects." Jack examined the list and noticed she had put little notes next to certain medications.

"Wow this is...extensive. You must think I'm really fucked up." Jack tried to play it off as a joke but she shrugged.

"The whole world is mentally ill, Jack. The only truly sane people are the ones smart enough to realize they need the help. There's nothing wrong with that." She took another bite of her burrito.

"I've been fucked up since I was a kid so medication has always been a part of my life. As you get older, shit changes and you've got to adjust some things." She roots around in her bag and pulls out a pill bottle.

"I've had manic depression since I was about 15 but by the time I was 18, I had asked my doctor about the longevity of the pills and he acted like a fucking prick about it. Who was I to question his methods as an actual doctor. The bastard took me off the meds cold turkey and I spiraled. It was fucking hell." Y/n had no hesitation explaining her medical history.

"After I changed doctors, I had to start taking medication for an extreme anxiety disorder that was caused by the bullshit he put my body through, which in turn completely shut off all sexual desires until I was at least 21." Jack's attention piqued.

"You had zero sexual desires going into your 20's? I feel like I fucked more at 20 than I have in my whole life." Jack commented.

"It just wasn't there. I would watch porn, read it, try different kink scenes and nothing even got me remotely turned on. Plus the anxiety meds dried my pussy out to an insanely uncomfortable level. It was like sandpaper just trying to masturbate." Jack winced.

"Jesus...what did you do?" He was enthralled now. She was so open with him and it felt good to be able to talk to someone who experienced some shitty medication side effects. He felt less alone in the struggle.

"After being sexless for almost 6 years, I finally said enough. Told my doctor it had to change because I was too young to not get off and I was tired of feeling like my cunt was a wasteland for tumbleweeds." Jack almost spit his coffee from a chuckle.

"Slight medication adjustment and you'll be happy to know I broke the sexless streak and have never been wetter." She held up her coffee cup and Jack clinked his cup to hers.

"Well I'm happy that you've regained a wet pussy and all the sex a nurse has the time for." Jack smirked and she tossed a hash brown at him.

"No pressure obviously. I just think it's stupid to put yourself through bullshit for no reason. We have mental illness but they don't have us. Fuck those stupid chemical imbalanced bullshit. Take back your life, man." Y/n continued to encourage and Jack nodded.

"I really appreciate this. Thank you. You didn't have to do all this but I really do feel like I might be able to use it." Jack tucked the paper into his pocket and Y/n nodded feeling accomplished.

"I will not only commend you on the strides of being able to finally jerk off but to be able to multitask while doing so is pretty impressive." Y/n continued to pick at her food and Jack pinned his eyebrows together confused.

"Multitask? It's pretty simple: point and shoot." Jack chuckled.

"No I meant jerking off while smoking. I would probably set my bed a blaze." She teased making crimson creep up Jack's neck.

"You...how did-"

"Smoke rises sweetheart. The window was open and you weren't exactly being a church mouse." Y/n crumpled her trash and threw it into the brown bag. Jack covered his face with his hands and wanted to silently melt into the chair.

"You're welcome by the way for the free show. I was going to buy you a new ashtray but since you said you were able to cum, I feel like I've completed my job on that one." Y/n reached out and tugged on Jack's elbow.

"Don't be embarrassed. Next time don't be such a tease and get naked yourself." Y/n waited until Jack looked at her before smiling.

"Yeah...I'll be sure to do that...if I don't just throw myself out the window first." Jack scoffed as she got to her feet and whistled to Ace.

"Where's the fun in that?" She smirked giving him a wink.

"Enjoy your day, Thurlow." She called over her shoulder as Ace followed closely behind her. Jack watched her hips sway as she walked away, ass bouncing in light washed jeans. It was the little shake she gave that made him shake his head.

She knew he had seen her. She had seen him. She still got naked. He owes his doctor a fruit basket.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Thurlow x Y/N #Jack Goes Home #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #11/38

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 years

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Wants and Needs: Part 3

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Y/N

Summary: Jake “Hangman” Seresin sets his sights on you, Rooster’s best friend, but it doesn’t take long for you to understand what type of man the cocky, blond pilot is. Unfortunately for Hangman, you have no interest in a womanizer.

Wanrings/Notes: This is very similar to my other fic because that one was basically a wip of what this turned out to be.

Also: Hangman’s ego, fluff, flirting, eventual smut, protective angry Rooster.

Words: 1142

All parts in Masterlist

Part 3: Rescue

You were forced to hold you drink close to your chest to avoid knocking it into the loads of pilots packed into the medium-sized bar. Everyone, pilots and some of their significant others, had about two inches of breathing room, but you seemed to be the only one struggling with it. Maybe because pilots were used to being in somewhat tight quarters. And maybe because those pilots’ girlfriends were more than happy to have their bodies smashed up against their man, if not only for the sake of making sure every single woman knew he’d be taken.

But you were both single and unaccustomed to cramped spaces. And for the first time, you were beginning to worder if you had claustrophobia that had just laid dormant for your entire life. You couldn’t even manage to squeeze your way through the bodies to get back to Rooster and your friends. And calling for them was out of the question. Your voice would undoubtedly be drowned out by the roar of combined laughter, shouting, and clinking glasses.

Leaving your drink on the bar, you used both free hands to part the bodies and shimmy yourself through until you could reach one side of the building. The wall felt cool to your skin as you propped yourself against it and got a decent breath for the first time in the night. A fresh breeze from the closest open window penetrated the cloud of heat surrounding you.

“You did pretty well escaping that,” you heard from your left. You whipped your head to the side to find one of the pilots—without question, a new recruit—standing awfully close, one shoulder against the wall as he took sips from his beer.

His smile put all of his shining, white teeth on display, but there was a cocky edge to it. You knew most of the pilots were like this. The danger of their job and their near physical perfection gave them a certain level of confidence few others possessed, but you were getting a little sick of the panty-dropping grin—well, unless it was coming from one particular pilot. Though you couldn’t deny that the one before you, with his dark hair and blue eyes, was as annoyingly handsome as the rest.

“I’m sorry?”

“Your escape; it was narrow. Like a F-18 slipping through a hundred-foot gap between two mountains,” he said, using one of his hands to mimic a plane turning on its side and weaving through imaginary terrain. “Nothing short of impressive.”

“Thanks,” you let out an awkward chuckle. “I think.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” he said as his eyes drank in the shape of your body. “Eurus.”

Your eyebrows rose. “That’s your call sign?”

“That’s right,” he smirked and winked, but something about it felt slimy,” Greek God of the Eastern Winds and bringer of storms.”

Had the guy dropped his drink in favor of flexing like Hercules, it wouldn’t have surprised you. He certainly had the build to do the hero justice, and the ego to make you nauseous. “Wow. That’s—intense.”

“I’m an intense guy, baby. But I have a feeling you’ll like it.”

Your jaw almost dropped. Why these men felt the need to set their sights on you was beyond you. “Excuse m—”

“Alright, Icarus, that’s enough,” Jake said from behind you. His voice both overworked your heart and provided you a certain level of comfort, like a warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders in a snowstorm. You turned but he kept his eyes on the younger pilot, clearly amused by the irritation on his face. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“It’s Eurus,” he spat.

“I really don’t care,” Jake chuckled and crossed his arms. “Just move along.”

When the new pilot cursed and left, you copied Jake’s stance, crossed arms and all, and tilted your head to examine him. He was quite proud of himself, you could see. An exercise in stretching his masculine need to protect you for whatever reason. Or if not for that, then solely to put a claim on you.

“Sorry, I was a little late on the rescue, sweetheart,” he said with that damn grin; the grin that, coming from him and him alone, could probably get you to fall on your knees. “It’s hard to get from one side of the bar to the other tonight.”

Scoffing, you sputter out, “The rescue?”

“No need to thank me; your presence is reward enough,” he said, moving closer to you, irises flashing with an intensity that made your lips subconsciously part; enough space between them that his tongue could easily slip inside. “—And I know you’d rather talk to me than him.”

You blinked and regained some shred of your composure. “Don’t be too sure. He said nearly the same thing to me that you did when we first met, just in his own special words.”

“Well I’m at least better looking than he is.”

With a hum, you said, “See, I’m not so sure about that either. Being insanely attractive seems to be a requirement for those in your profession.”

The corners of his lips quirked up, right before he wrapped his fingers around one of your wrists and led you out the back door onto the quieter part of the porch. The waves crashed against the shore; the soft sound more commanding than the chorus of voices back inside. He pulled your body close to his, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the underside of your wrist.

“Hangma—”

“I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. Just admit you want me so we can finally do something about it.”

“As if you didn’t look at me as well.”

“I have no problem admitting to that. You know I want you,” he said, raising a hand to cup your cheek which you gently swatted away.

“You want something from me,” you corrected with a soft laugh, “That’s different.”

“It is different,” he nodded. “It’s also not what I said.”

“I told you I know men like you, and men like you are—”

“Y/N!”

You hopped away from Jake, three solid feet finding their way between your body and his at the sound of Rooster’s tipsy voice. “Brad?”

“Hey,” he called as he peeked his head through the doorway. “I’ve been looking for you. We need you to settle a debate.” He eyed Hangman briefly with pinched brows of a skeptic before looking back at you. “Come on; before we get so drunk we forget what we’re talking about.”

“Be right there.” Rooster returned to the mass of pilots, and you turned back to Hangman. “Rescued twice in one night,” you said, “I’m such a lucky girl,” then you headed back into the bar to find your friends and leave Jake Seresin to himself.

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sinpiesinpie · 3 years

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Writer Appreciation Game

Rules: Tag your favourite writer(s) and let us know what about their writing you like and if you have an example link it so we can all check it out!

@kpoptrashlord-007 First and most talented ofc!

Tana is a top tier writer who’s a little under appreciated on tumblr. Writes for so many bands and also has an anime side account. She writes more like Stephen King or Anne Rice and maybe that’s why people are sleeping on her. She could literally leave this gig at any moment and become a professional!

Hide & Seek (Hwanwoong x Reader) ~ Yandere is her expertise and this one is my personal favourite. I know that people really love her Taehyung Ring fic but this one is so intense and the world she built for this was beautiful.

An All Night Affair (Bangchan x Reader) ~ Smut. Race car driver Christopher. Need I say more? Literally every smut piece she does is pure gold but this is pick. It’s so erotic. I mean wow. I can just imagine myself there and .. blushing.

@biaswreckingfics

If you love angst this is your writer! Britt knows how to make you feel all the feels. Personally I’m not into having my heart broken before getting it mended in the cutest way - but if you are she has several Exo series that you can check out! Otherwise these are some that don’t include the angst hehe:

Seonghwa Fluff (Seonghwa x Noona Reader) ~ I might be a little biased, I mean Seonghwa, but this is adorable and I love it. It is short and to the point.

Soulmate AU (Mingi x Reader) ~ This is hilarious! I feel like soulmate au’s are overdone and it’s always fun to find something that puts a fun spin on the trope.

@smileysuh

Nova is a multi band writer as well but I think she is probably most known for her NCT Frat, CEO and Cam series- although a lot of other bands join in as well. This writer is on fire, literally! All the smut and it gets quite intense so read at your own discretion ;)

Cam Baby Series ~ PubGMarkT (Mark7 x Reader) ~ I mean wow. It’s hard to pick from just one of the Cam Baby series, and I’ll be honest, I have to go through and read a few of these since I skimmed some of them - my ADHD doesn’t let me sit for long lol - but the cam baby series has longer and shorter options from several different bands so check it out!

Frat Boy Series - Team Captain (Jaehyun x Reader) ~ I haven’t finished this one yet - it’s 14k - but it’s Jeffrey sooo .. I mean wow. I haven’t read a lot from this series yet but judging from the comments she is getting people are loving it and you will too!

@geminirules

Luna writes for a lot of bands but I think the ones I have seen the most are her Seventeen pieces. She likes to try out different things and I love watching her grow as she creates new content.

Valentines Day (Inseong x Reader) ~ SF9?! Yasss. This is so cute and I heart it with everything I have. Please don’t sleep on SF9 and don’t sleep on Luna :)

Icarus (Taeyong x Reader) ~ Yass! This is a Greek mythology au and I love the world building here! This has everything, smut, fluff, resurrection, it’s so interesting .. it is 20k so there is a lot to go over here, I am half way through and I can guarantee this one is well worth the read.

A/N: I almost didn’t do this because I follow so many amazing writers and I didn’t want to leave anyone out! This is just part one - I have so many fics I need to read that and I plan to make another one of these once I get to more of them!

I am only adding a few here - there are soooo many awesome writers on this site! Please don’t feel bad if you didn’t make the list, it just means I haven’t read your stuff yet! This is why I am sending this out - so we can all find new awesome content!

Tagging my writer moots that I need to check out - comment your your favourite piece(s) so I can read them and add it to the next one! (If I missed you and you write let me know)

@winwiniee @peachhyychenle @moonshineboyz @trippy-dejun @qianinterprises @yutahoes @darkmulti @yukheislipsx @kaexloey @yeo-moonbae @lookingforluna @sakuracheol @just-come-baek @taemin-jaemin @drunk-on-yuta @royal-aeris @kpop---scenarios @treasuretaeil @myeoning-call @intokook @naturalogre @dayawantstosleep @dream-escaper @you-can-mork-me-in-your-heart

#fic recs #fanfic writers #ask game #writer game #nct #SF9 #stray kids #ateez #got7 #oneus #exo #sinpiesinpie

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hisunshiine · 5 years

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—we met in a cafe |knj|

⟢ pairing: namjoon x f!reader

⟢ genre: nsfw. 18+ | strangers to lovers | smut & fluff.

⟢ warnings: explicit smut detailing: kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, brief breath play, cuddling aftercare

⟢ summary: A chance encounter on a rainy day leads to more than just the rain making you wet…

⟢ word count: 2.3k

⟢ author’s note: Who can resist a rained on smart Namjoon who rides a bike and reads in cafes? AKA Real life Kim Namjoon. *swoon*

Of course it would start raining as soon as you are just far enough away from your house that turning back for an umbrella would be pointless. Every time you straighten your hair, it seems that it rains. Today is no different for you, apparently.

Sighing, you run to the nearest overhang, which happens to be for a cozy cafe that you always pass but have yet to stop into. Always busy, there are a lot of things you want to do, that you say you’ll do, but alas... you never got to.

Looking at the sky, the dark clouds seem never-ending and the rain begins to fall harder, wind blowing it in sheets across the mostly abandoned sidewalks and roads. You decide to just text your friend and postpone your meet up for another day. Pulling out your phone, you turn to the side so you can see the screen better and quickly type your message to them, not paying attention as you put it back into your back pocket and turn back towards the door, causing you to run right into a tall figure.

Both of you are heading into the cafe, though the other person is drenched in comparison to you—luckily you hadn't been that far from the cafe when the rain began.

"Oh, sorry." You give a small bow with your head in apology before opening the door and letting them go in ahead of you.

"Thank you," a deep timbered voice says, full of warmth and honey.

You look up in time to see a flash of dimples, water running down them in rivulets from rain-drenched blonde hair, before he turns away to go to the cafe counter.

You stand in line behind him, debating on what drink you want to get. You’re slightly cold from the rain outside, and decide a hot chocolate would be perfect. You can get a toasted cheese danish and sit at the window booth, reading on your phone or playing a game of some sort until the rain dies down.

After ordering, you mill around the small shop, looking at the cute art on the walls and trinkets on the shelves. The cafe has a small bookshelf with different novels in it, a sign saying "Take 1, Replace 1". A cute book swap of sorts for locals.

"Hot Chocolate!" The barista sets down the large mug at the pickup counter, and you head to grab your drink. Except that the dimpled man is also reaching for the same mug.

"Oh, um I think that's mine?" You say timidly to him.

"Did you also order a hot chocolate?" he asks you.

"Mmhhhmm." You nod your head at him.

"Wow, we seem to be on the same wavelength today." He replies, smiling. At that moment the barista brings out a second large mug and your cheese danish.

You blush, realizing that he isn’t holding your hot chocolate hostage.

"Sorry about that..." You can’t even make eye contact you are so embarrassed.

"Easy mistake," he comments gently, seeing your shyness. "I'm Namjoon."

"Oh, hi, umm.. I'm Y/N."

"Y/N. That's a pretty name."

"Thank you."

You start to turn towards the window booth, when you realize he’s also heading that way and his coat is already in the bench seat.

You stop walking, cheeks once again feeling hot as you look around for another place to sit. He notices your gaze to the booth and the way your body stiffens.

"Did you, uh, want to join me?"

You do really love to watch the rain fall, so you nod yes.

Namjoon is intelligent. You realize this quickly as he easily strikes up a conversation with you, talking about the artwork in the cafe. There is a depiction of the Landscape with the Fall of Icarus on the wall, and he asks what you think about it.

"Honestly, I don't know much about the artwork, but I do know the story of Icarus. It's one of those parable types, like listen to what your parents say because this bad thing can happen if you don't," you laugh.

He takes in the painting, his eyes appearing sad.

"The painting, I feel like, depicts this indifference society has towards the suffering of others." He stands up, impassioned, pointing at the farmer. In the image, the farmer is not looking out at the sea where Icarus's legs are flailing as he drowns.

"And the farmer continues to plow..." he says quietly, but you hear it anyways. His voice returns to normal volume.

"See this farmer here? He doesn't even turn to look at Icarus who is drowning in the water. He continues about his business, despite someone dying. I'm not saying he needed to run down and jump in the water, but he did not even alert anyone to it. I think it is a reflection of how society has become numb to the suffering of others, maybe because so many people are suffering... what can we do to avoid falling into despair?"

He sits back down, and seeing the astonished look on your face, buries his head into his mug, taking a big gulp to cover the awkwardness. Your lips are parted, eyes slightly widened at his knowledge, and the depth of the conversation.

"I think..." you start, stopping to clear your throat, "I think that you might be right. Everywhere we look, people are suffering, whether it's in war torn countries, experiencing traumatic events, being bullied or teased, mental health struggles." You tilt your head thinking. "We become indifferent because if we focus on it, we then become the suffering, burdened with that awareness. I think the farmer represents the 'ignorance is bliss' concept, because if we don't see that hurt or pain, we can remain happy."

He nods, glad that you get it.

"Exactly!" he smiles.

It's been 3 hours; your hot chocolates are empty, but your conversation is full. You have talked about the most random things, from astrology to religion, politics to nature, and currently are debating music tastes. You both enjoy hip hop, going to concerts, and he’s showing you his favorite song at the moment.

The rain has stopped, but neither of you notice or care, lost in your own world in the cozy cafe.

Giggles and heavy breathing fill the entryway to your apartment. The sound of shoes being shed and coats being tossed to the floor slightly cover the unmistakable sound of two sets of lips moving in tandem before coming apart to rejoin. Moving backwards down the hall, your hands grip onto his damp shirt, leading him towards your room.

Cold hands dive under your shirt, sliding the hem up and over your head, before returning to your waist. You shiver from the cold encompassing your warm stomach, his long fingers pressing slightly into your back. He's stooping slightly to reach your lips, and you take the opportunity to rid him of his shirt as well; it’s wet and cold, and you want it to be even. He chuckles into the kiss, lifting you to him, your legs wrapping around his waist. You lean into his lips, chest to chest as your fingers run through his blond hair. He groans when you pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, moving his lips from yours to your exposed neck. You try and catch your breath as he slowly travels the length of your neck and shoulder, nibbling gently with every soft kiss he places there. His hands are underneath your ass, holding you as close as possible to him, and you can feel his hardened member restricted by pants pushing out against the bottom of your thigh.

You let out a soft sigh of content, and he looks up at you, a small smile with questioning eyes.

"Feels good." You mumble, answering his unspoken question, lips seeking out his again.

"Bed," you say in-between kisses, and he obliges your demand, putting you down on your back.

Namjoon reaches for the button on your jeans, undoing it and pulling them off your body. Your underwear soon follow.

"Spread." He whispers, and you open your legs wider as he runs his fingers over your entrance, feeling how wet you already are. He spreads your slick back and forth, teasing you before he enters you with his fingers. He slowly works in and out of you, trying to get you ready for what’s to come. He leans down over your body to nibble on your ear, sending chills down your spine. He feels your reaction and chuckles under his breath. Pulling his fingers out of you, you watch as he loudly and lewdly sucks the wetness off of his fingers.

An intelligent and kinky man.

"Mmmm..." He then tugs at his own pants, undoing his belt before letting both his pants and boxer briefs drop to the floor. His now unrestrained length is hard, pre-cum beading at the tip.

Climbing back over your body, he kisses your lips swiftly, before biting on the bottom lip and sucking on it. He presses his body into yours and you could feel him throbbing on your thigh. Your body reacts; you can tell you’re craving it. His hands never leave your hips as he spends some time catering to the lips on your face. Finally, you come up for air, and his eyes search yours, questioning if you have any doubts. You’re ready though.

He reaches down with his right hand, placing it under your left thigh to pull it up and out, letting him fit more comfortably between your legs. He leans back towards you again, this time kissing along your collar bones. Namjoon raises his lower half, and you can feel him maneuvering his member against your opening.

"Tell me if it hurts," he whispers.

He enters you slowly, with a low grunt at how tight you are around his throbbing head. He pushes through, pausing once the tip is fully submerged inside of you, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Oh... Fuck," you moan out, because despite being wet and wanting it, it’s been a while. He begins to push deeper into you once you look at him and nod, letting him know you were ready for more of him. He leans down over you and you can see how much restraint he is exercising by not plunging into you. You move your hands up and down his arms caressing them, feeling the tension of his muscles and the veins popping out along them. You widen your legs, opening them in a butterfly position to allow him easier access, and with one last push he’s buried to the hilt. You both gasp as he slides that last amount into you, from the pleasure of being filled and the clenching he feels from filling you.

He begins to roll his hips, long thrusts causing him to glide in and out of you, and you release breathy moans every time he enters you.

"You feel so good, you're going to make me cum already." He murmurs against your lips, praising you. "Your body is so warm—shit."

He slows down, trying to prevent prematurely ejaculating, and you whine, wanting him to speed up.

He readjusts your position, putting your legs up on his shoulders and he resumes his speed, giving in to your whining. Your breathing quickly becomes unsteady. You can begin to feel an orgasm coming, because of how your skin begins to do that thing where you feel all tingly—like it's vibrating. He knows you’re close too, because he slows down and places your legs down on either side of him, and you wrap them around his waist. He lays on top of you so your skin is touching and he begins to work slowly, rolling his hips to hit every angle. His lips are on yours again, one hand caressing your face.

"Nam-ssss—j-joon... I.. I... unffff." You hiss, struggling to get the words out.

You can feel it coming. His fingers trace your face from your hairline down to your neck, and then he bends his arm and puts his forearm against your throat, pressing down on your windpipe. He kisses you harder and begins to speed up the movement of his hips, and you reach euphoria with help from the pressure at your throat. It builds up the pleasure, and you are soon leaking all over him, slick spreading to your thighs as you climax.

Feeling your release, he removes his arm, the flood of oxygen sending you gulping for air. He fucks you through it, feeling you clench around him as you come.

"Say my name," he breathes out, voice shaky as he tries to maintain.

"Nam..."

"Say it," he asks again.

"Fuck.. Nam... Na.."

"Say it!"

"Namjoon, fuck... Namjoon." You half whimper, half moan, sending him into climax.

Afterwards, you lay in his arms, your cheek to his chest as he plays in your hair. Snuggling under your covers, the rain has started again, pattering against your window. Half asleep, you’re listening to him talk, telling you about what he was doing earlier that day that had him get stuck in the rain. Something about riding bikes with his friend Seokjin, and exploring the nearby park. He calls it 'Namjooning'.

"Does this also count as 'Namjooning'?" you ask him, giggling into his chest.

He laughs, a nice deep sound that rumbles his chest where your ear is pressed against. He then leans down and whispers into your ear.

"Nah, I would call this 'Namfuc...'"

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hanneswrites · 4 years

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icarus’s life has only just begun

Pairings: Hattori Heiji/Kudo Shinichi

Rating: T

Word Count: 865

Summary/Tags: Heiji supposed that most of the situations that Kudo got himself into were unavoidable in some sense, as his sheer dedication to finding the truth to every mystery presented to him was nearly unstoppable, but that didn't stop him from being worried. Fluff?

Written for @dcmksecretsanta for @nightfoliage!

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At times, Heiji had to remind himself that Shinichi was, in fact, a genius, and not a complete and total idiot. He supposed that most of the situations that Kudo got himself into were unavoidable in some sense, as his sheer dedication to finding the truth to every mystery presented to him was nearly unstoppable. But sometimes it made him wonder, you know? The first time Shinichi told him about a few of the cases that he handled as Conan, particularly the ones involving the Detective Boys, Heiji had wanted to cradle him in his arms and literally never let him out of his sight. The image of Kudo—of Conan—drowned in a private cave system, lost, scared, and alone in his final moments was brought to the forefront of his mind, and he almost cried. Almost.

It really didn’t help that Shinichi was just so...lackadaisical about being in near-death situations. Like, Heiji understood, he really did. He was also stupid and stubborn and a little too trigger-happy when it came to diving head-on into dangerous situations, but there was a point, in his own experience, where you sit down and think, “Wow. That just happened. I almost died. I was almost not here right now. I almost drowned in a private cave system where no one would find me for weeks or months or ever.” Heiji still wasn’t over that one.

As soon as they’d begun hanging out more regularly, Heiji noticed a sharp increase in the amount of times his life was seemingly in danger, and when they’d started dating? Well, it had almost become a near-daily occurrence at that point. Running into burning buildings and examining the recently deceased became Heiji’s daily routine and he was happy because, well, Kudo was by his side. If he thought about it, it was really only a matter of time before a situation like the one they were in now came about.

Shinichi was trying to disarm a very complicated bomb at the moment. There were thirty-odd passengers aboard the train, many of whom were currently freaking out about the fact that there was a bomb set to go off in less than five minutes that could in no way be removed from the train. If the train stopped, the bomb goes off, if they slow down, the bomb goes off, if Shinichi didn’t disarm it within five minutes? It goes off. Overall, this was definitely not how Heiji had envisioned their supposedly relaxing three-year anniversary trip.

“Heiji,” Shinichi reached a hand out towards him and Heiji handed him a flashlight, “Can I ask you a question?”

Heiji frowned, that was never a good sign, “Yes.” A few moments pass and a hundred different scenarios run through Heiji’s mind, every possibility of what the next words out of Kudo’s mouth could be, and yet?

“Will you marry me?” Shinichi ginned as much as he could as he put the flashlight between his teeth, eyes still focused on the wires as he carefully moved them around. Heiji just blinked, his mouth open, mind blank. That definitely wasn’t what he’d been expecting.

Shinichi spared him a glance, grin still firm on his face, and motioned with his head toward his pocket, “Ring’s in the back left pocket. You can get it if you want.”

“Shinichi.” Heiji took a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, willing the frustration building in him down. He moved closer, placing a hand on Shinichi’s shoulder.

“You’re going to propose to me properly when we get off this damn train.” Heiji smiled, taking the flashlight from Shinichi’s mouth. Shinichi’s eyes lit up not a second later - he found what he’d been looking for.

“Of course,” Shinichi said, smiling as he caught Heiji’s gaze, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Shinichi snipped the wire and for a brief moment, the clock ticked on. One second, two, three, and then it stopped. Nothing. No big explosions, just two detectives tentatively holding their breath.

Shinichi let out a long stream of breath, dropping the wire cutters haphazardly onto the floor. He wrapped his hands around Heiji’s and just started laughing, collapsing to the floor and bringing Heiji down with him. Shinichi’s laughter was infectious - it always was - so Heiji laughed along with him.

“Well,” Shinchi grinned, arms wrapped tight around Heiji as he buried his face into Heiji’s shoulder, “Happy Anniversary.” Heiji huffed, chuckling.

“Yeah,” He kissed Shinichi’s hair, “Happy Anniversary, drama queen.” Shinichi pulled back, feigning offense.

“Since when have I ever been dramatic? I was being serious.” Shinichi maneuvered enough to pull the sleek ring box from his back pocket, holding it out to Heiji, “I had a big thing planned out, you know. There was going to be a fake murder scene and everything.”

“A fake murder scene. And that doesn’t scream ‘Drama Queen’ to you?” Heiji teased, flipping open the ring box to reveal an elegant band of twisted silver and gold.

Shinichi brought his hand up to Heiji’s face, cupping his cheek, “Do you like it?”

“Yeah.” Heiji leaned into the touch, smiling, “I do.” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Shinichi’s lips.

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darkdarkeryetdarkpit · 5 years

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♡ LOVELY OOC MEME ♡

♡ TAGGED BY: @featherlightless (Curse you- I’m always wearing a jacket-) ♡ TAGGING: Anyone who’s age is currently divisible by 3.

NAME: Riksu NICKNAME: Rikki I guess? Not sure why, but that’s usually what people come up with. It’s all good. AGE: 20 FACE CLAIM: Chao from Sonic. Usually SA2 PRONOUNS: she/her HEIGHT: 5′5″ish? Maybe an inch or two shorter? It’s close. BIRTHDAY: August 29th

AESTHETIC: No idea. Uh, skip?

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Kagerou Daze by Jin.

FAVORITE MUSE ( S ) YOU’VE WRITTEN: Honestly there’s been a lot. My favorite muse(s)? Probably whichever I’m writing at the moment!! I get really invested when I play them, and don’t often turn back when I stop. Though I’m partial to some characters in a book I’m writing, if that counts. I’ve played them some to get a feel for writing them.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE ( THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON ): Okay, story time. Everyone’s gonna either laugh, or think the mun’s a total fool. Until a bit before this blog, I didn’t know anything about Kid Icarus! I’d played the first like... six chapters at a friend’s house YEARS ago. And I couldn’t ever get any farther because I haven’t really spoken to that friend since, and I didn’t own the game myself. Cut to a few years later. Bab Rikki’s grown up a bit and totally forgotten about Pit and his adventures. Also, little to no interest in anything smash related. My interest piqued when Young Link returned, but that’s a both story for another muse, and wasn’t enough to get me to enter the fray on its own. Anyway, like a month late, I watched the World of Light trailer. You know the one, reader. Yeah I’m talking to you. The one everyone died in. And... I saw the angel boys being flown away! And then Palutena goes down and they fall. I was... Confused. Based on what I knew, Dark Pit shouldn’t be flightless!! Only having played the beginning of the game, I was unaware at the time that he lost it. And I’m... spiteful, at times. I thought he was treated unfairly there, so I decided to get in to smash just to main him to “”make up for it””. Then, I just start loving the guy. I’ve got a soft spot for sarcastic characters with a lot going on. More on that next question. ANYWAY, I wanted to play his game! To better understand what was up with him. So I borrow Uprising from another friend, and blow through it. I LOVED it! Every second. Then I get to the Rewind Spring, and realize that I was... dead wrong about everything. But by now he’s my smash main. And I love the guy. He’s hilarious, and DEFINITELY the kind of character I gravitate towards. But no one around would really... write that kind of stuff with me?? So I made my first tumblr RP blog, and I’ve been here ever since. Seriously, I don’t know where you followers come from- There are way better blogs for Dark Pit than mine out there. But- Wow this answer was long- okay then.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: Like I mentioned in that novel up there, I love characters who have that biting sarcasm, but actually have a lot going on. To play Pittoo correctly, you kind of have to understand his motivations, and the things he REFUSES to say aloud. He’s not actually so horrible, he’s just got pride, and a driving need to differentiate himself. Stand out. He’s strong-willed, and I LOVE writing characters like that. Honestly, this was bound to happen eventually. He’s a type of character I know I can play, and have a blast doing it!

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: Oh man I dunno. Love of the character I’m playing, maybe? I want to be a writer. I’ve always just loved it. So I mean... I’ll take inspiration from just about anything! Especially RP partners. I’ll get REALLY invested in threads.

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS: I adore smashverse. World of Light too. I like stories. More serious threads are my bread and butter, but I love fluff too.

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: Okay he has this... habit. Dark Pit is very capable of dropping a thread I don’t want to drop. Annoyingly, he has a hard time responding when someone catches him off guard. So I’ll just stare at a reblog and... lose any sense of how to type. If he doesn’t know what to say, I’ll probably draft it! And then come back... And it’’ll repeat. Not much to be done, and I hate it.

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namariea · 7 years

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Hello, Neighbor | V

Since moving in you have compiled a comprehensive list on your mysterious neighbor across the way.

Do Kyungsoo, otherwise known as Asian Bobby Flay and apparently Bruno Mars’ protégé.

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Words: 3.4 k

Genre: Fluff

Previous: I II III IV

The coffee shop by the apartment was bustling with life, the endless stream of customers eager to get their caffeine fix.

An easy jazz tune filled the gaps between the chatter in the room but tucked away in the back corner, no amount of smooth saxophone could ease the tenseness in your body. You hung your head in your hands over the table, silently having an existential crisis as the figure across from you hummed in contemplation.

“So let me get this straight….and feel free to stop me if I go astray” Seulgi started, her voice slightly wistful, paying almost no mind to your despair.

You grunted.

“For the past month that you have been living in your apartment, you have been having sporadic encounters with the guy living across from you”

Grunt.

“During that time, you thought nothing of those moments except for about two weeks ago when you apparently saw him looking … how was it you described it…. Ah, like Korean Adonis”

Your head slipped lower in your hands.

Grunt. “And since said moment, rather than simply asking the boy why he was dressed like some incubus you decided the logical path to take would be to just never look at him again. By keeping your curtains closed for the past two weeks in an attempt at avoiding him…”

…

“Are you an idiot?”

Slipping from your grasp, you let your forehead crash into the table with an audible thud. People around turned and glanced quizzically in your direction, but you paid them no mind, starting a rhythmic smashing of your face against the surface. You heard Seulgi give a forced, polite laugh and quietly apologize to the fellow patrons saying something along the lines of quarter life crisis, nothing to see here, terribly sorry. Groaning, you gave your forehead a couple more good thumps before looking up. You were immediately met with a blank face, but you knew she was secretly reveling in your pain.

You are surrounded by sadists.

“I really do not see what’s the problem here, from how you’re reacting he must have gone from 0 to 10 real quick”

You grumbled from your splayed position on the table

“That’s not true….”

“He was at least a 7 before that”

Seulgi gave you a dull look

“…8.6 at the most.”

Letting out a bored sigh and picking at the remnants of what was a blueberry muffin, she deliberated “So you have always had a hot neighbor, woo, good for you, but just because seeing him in something other than baggy workout clothes suddenly got you all hot and bothered-”

“Oi, I was not hot and bothered-”

“-as I was saying” she gave you a pointed look, not appreciating your interruption “now would be the prime time to be looking, no? Icarus loved the warmth of sun so what did he do? Boy got himself some wings to see it closer.”

“Leading him to fly too close, thus melting his wings and falling to his death.” you deadpanned.

She waved a dismissive hand, “Pah, that’s just the Grimm brother’s version"

“Seulgi, the Grimm brothers didn’t even- look” you sighed, finally sitting yourself up from the table.

“You’re right, I probably shouldn’t have avoided him for so long, but what else was I supposed to do? He looked so…” you trailed, hand waving in the air in search of a fitting word, not having to wait long as your impatient comrade offered after a beat,

“-bangin?”

“Wow. It is truly a wonder why you never took the literary route when we were in art school”

Seulgi scoffed, taking a sip from her coffee “I had the option of being active and dancing to my heart’s content or sitting on my butt all day taking notes about some dead guys poems, it was a no question”

“Regardless” she continued, “the reality of the matter is that you now know you have the hots for your beta-turned-alpha neighbor and you’re going to have to face him eventually, lest you move again”

She almost smacked you from across the table as you gave a thoughtful look. Looking at her watch she reached for her bag and began to stand, you reluctantly following suit, realizing your break was over and it was time to head back to the office.

“Don’t be such a coward. He’s just a guy, he won’t even be in the same room as you when you talk for crying out loud, not unless he decides to break through two panes of glass, leap 10 feet over and land in your apartment. Though seeing your behavior, I wouldn’t be surprised if he resorted to that”

“And just what exactly am I supposed to say if he asks where I’ve been?” You shook your head as you felt the start of a headache beginning behind your eyes.

If he even noticed my absence that is

“Well that’s your fault it dragged on this long, isn’t it” She replied flippantly, the both of you exited the shop and started walking towards the subway.

“But if you want my opinion, I’d highly suggest not revealing how you have hiding because you cant control your impure thoughts around him-”

“For God’s sake, I told you it’s not even like that -”

“Ohhhh” An arm came out in front of you to bring you to a halt on the sidewalk. Turning to you slowly, you saw the beginnings of a smile take form on your friends face.

A very scary smile. One that only appeared when she was about to suggest something really dumb.

You were getting bad ju-ju vibes.

“I know exactly what you should say, say that you had …company…over and didn’t want to be disturbed”

You blinked. Once. Twice.

Then you hit her over the head.

“He has never shown any interest in me, what am I supposed to gain from that?”

Not deterred from your violence, if anything her eyes lit up with mischief, she pressed on “nono, it’s great, it’s like in those dramas, you throw down the boyfriend card and he is suddenly drawn to you because your unobtainable” she actually let out a cackle.

“I’m saying this because you are my friend and I care about your well being,” you almost let out an appreciative awww, but alas, tender moments were never in your cards.

“But if I find out you haven’t emerged from your hermit hole by Wednesday, I’ll come over and get his attention myself” You began to protest but she wasn’t hearing any of it “whether or not you listen to my advice is up to you, but so help me if I don’t get some juicy update by Wednesday I’ll take matters into my own hands”

Sadists, I say

You were walking past the living room one day when you heard a sharp yowl from the window.

Pausing on your way to the kitchen, you cast a tentative glance towards the cat perched on the windowsill, figure hidden by the curtain. You listened carefully, thinking that maybe she got her claws tangled in the fabric of the curtain again. The first time that had happened you calmly approached her with the full intention of relieving her from her cloth prison, as any caring owner would do. However, it would appear the frightened lump of fur was so lost in her terror, clearly thinking that this was the end, that she mistook your hand for that of the curtain God’s there to take her away. She then proceeded to bite and scratch anything she could get her stubby hands on.

Two and a half hours in an emergency waiting room later, you were being stabbed by multiple needles and given three beautiful stitches on your right hand. The freeloader didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed when you got back.

Since then you have always made sure she was fully aware of your presence before doing anything to help, for both her safety and yours. But secretly you were also still bitter about the first incident that you wanted to watch her struggle and realize her folly.

That’ll show her that the one with the opposable thumbs is the boss around here.

Another yowl came from behind the curtain and you made your way over, rolling up your sleeves in preparation.

“Missed me that much huh?”

You stopped mid-step, hand halting in pushing up your sleeve. The smooth baritone carried to your ears and you couldn’t stop the nervous stutter your heart gave in response. You were not ready for this confrontation, it wasn’t even Wednesday yet. Your palms began to sweat, not knowing how to proceed, however the voice was oblivious to your presence, and carried on.

“Looks like it’s just you and me again, Miss Mimi. Are you sure your owner hasn’t left you for some other stray?”

Meow.

There was an easy laugh in response, “Well hopefully despite wherever she has run off to she has you looked after, I wouldn’t want to have to pull some mission impossible stunt and save you”

Your eyes widened in horror as Seulgi’s words from the other day echoed in your mind. There was absolutely no way he was serious, you knew this, but just the thought of him being in your apartment set your mind into a frenzy.

You heard a phone ringing in the distance, “Ah, I’ll have to cut this short today, Mi. Say Hi for me the next time you see her, ok?”

Meow.

The silence that followed indicated that he had indeed left his spot at the window and you let out a shuttering breath. A million thoughts were swirling in your mind, so he did wonder where you’ve been. Granted, he said it because he wanted to know Mimi wasn’t going to starve, but it was still indirectly about you nonetheless. He also said he had to cut it short today, just how often does this man sit there talking to your cat? You try to think, but you were positive you’ve never heard him before today.

The nudge to your leg had you looking down, staring into bright cerulean eyes.

“You’re either the best or worst wingman ever”

She purred in response.

Eyes cracked open tiredly, blearily staring at the ceiling you blinked until your vision cleared.

Noting the lack of sunlight, you rolled over and pressed the home button on your phone, the harsh light making you squint in annoyance.

5:33 AM glared back at you and a groan highly resembling a beached whale emitted from your throat. Knowing there was no way the remaining hour before your alarm went off will be spent sleeping, you begrudgingly rolled out of bed.

Today was Wednesday. The thought came to you as you stirred creamer into your coffee, throwing a wary eye towards the closed curtains in your living room. Oh, how easy it would be to just keep them closed for all eternity… it wasn’t like you were some houseplant that needed sunlight for photosynthesis anyways. But you knew deep down that you would have to face the inevitable, because even though you loathed awkward situations with a burning passion, you feared the wrath of the brunette waiting for a reply today much more.

Best not tempt the fates today.

Cautiously you approached the curtains, suddenly feeling a strong sense of trepidation.

Oh square up you pathetic f-

You pulled back one of the white curtains with gusto, coffee in hand and eyes shut in anticipation. Cracking an eye open, you almost let out a victorious laugh, as you were met with dark curtains blocking your view from the apartment across.

Well…that wasn’t half bad.

You took this time to take in the view you had for the first time in two weeks. It really makes the room look a lot nicer, you mused, glancing back and watching the rising sun trickle in and brighten the living room. You almost felt foolish for your behavior, it was your house for Pete’s sake, you shouldn’t be letting one encounter prevent you from living your life as you wished.

Berating yourself, remembering your inner dilemma weeks ago that you knew nothing of the dark-haired male that lived in the other apartment. You owed each other nothing and if you didn’t want to interact with the man all you had to do was not talk to him, it wasn’t like the conversation was mandatory every time you saw him, you weren’t friends.

But you want to have those conversations, don’t you? Wouldn’t mind getting all buddy-buddy with Mr. Mysterious.

Your left eye twitched in annoyance as your heart and mind continued to have heated debate over what if’s. Once your coffee had gone cold and barely half finished, you were no closer to coming to a decision on how you were going to interact with your neighbor whenever you saw him again. Making the decision to get ready for work earlier than usual, you did so for no other reason than not wishing to be in this apartment any longer.

Picking up the keys off of the coffee table, as you made your way towards the door an hour ahead of schedule you missed the site of a familiar pair dark curtains pulled back.

Once you returned to your apartment the sun had almost set in the sky.

Not only had you arrived earlier to work that day, you had unconsciously stayed later than usual as well.

You thought nothing about it until Seulgi found you in your office, typing away at your computer.

She all but forced you out of the building, raging to herself about I don’t care if it’s not politically correct in 2017, but you need to grow a pair and man up, woman.

In all honestly it was not your intention to stay late, you were so caught up in your work that you simply lost track of time.

It was not until Seulgi found you that you realized what may or may not be waiting for you when you arrived home.

Having left your curtains pulled back, it was highly likely that you would encounter the other when you got back, and you still hadn’t figured out what you were going to say to him.

Deciding to wing it as you approached your door, as you unlocked it and stepped into the hallway you took a long, meditative breath.

Here goes nothing.

You started by walking to the light switches in your hallway and in one fluid motion, your living room was illuminated.

If you were going to do this, you weren’t going to do it as a coward.

You had, as a wise woman once said, grown a pair and manned up.

Not entering the lit-up room just yet, you instead walked back to the bedroom and changed out of your work clothes, wishing for nothing more than to get out of the business casual attire you were confined in all day.

Slipping on a baseball tee and some shorts you took your laptop out of your bag and padded towards the kitchen.

Since the kitchen and living room were situated in an open concept you had no choice but to eventually face the kitchen, however you busied yourself with dinner first, as your stomach was making itself known.

Whipping up a quick meal that you found on your laptop, you hummed as you worked, mindlessly bopping to the music that you had playing in the background.

Once you finished cooking you walked to the cabinet and refilled Mimi’s bowl before taking your culinary creation to the small dining table.

While watching an episode of your favourite drama you finished off your dinner and did the dishes. Returning back to the table to retrieve your laptop, you had intended to finish the remainder of the episode.

Meow.

You swore that cat was out to get you.

You stopped midway from picking up your laptop and glanced over at your cat who was sitting on the windowsill.

Not alone.

You stared at the man in the distance and though you couldn’t properly see him, you nevertheless lent forward and offered a polite bow.

He returned the gesture and you took a deep breath.

Showtime.

You began to make your way over to the window, closing the laptop and tucking it under your arm as you gave the man before you your undivided attention.

“I’m sure she has told you all of my deepest darkest secrets by this point,” you started, throwing a suspicious look at the furry mass by your hip “there isn’t a loyal bone in her body.”

The man smiled and let out a chuckle, “She has been talking about you in great detail I’m afraid”

“Just bad things, I presume”

“Only the worst” he offered a secretive smirk and you snorted.

“Speaking of the worst, I was afraid that the paint fumes had done you in” setting your laptop down you paused at his words and your mind went into overdrive thinking about how you were going to respond.

Briefly you wondered back to your friend’s advice, wondering if you should lie and make up some outlandish story.

Deciding that living a life of treachery was not something that tickled your fancy, you looked up in response.

“Ah, almost, I must have breathed in too many fumes, I was quite sick so I was out of commission for the last while” that wasn’t a whole lie, you were feeling oddly sick, just that it was most definitely not from paint fumes.

But like hell you were going to let him know that.

He let out a hum and nodded his head, apparently accepting your answer, but his eyebrows then furrowed.

“But you’re fine now, right?” he looked cute, worrying over you like a mother hen.

You gave him a grateful smile, waving your hand dismissively.

“It’s going to take more than paint fumes and bad ramen to do me in, fear not good sir”

“Besides, I need to see if SooJin wakes up from her coma and realizes that Joonwoo-“

“-is actually the man that saved her from the burning building when she was a child and that he is being swindled by her uncle who wants to take over the company?” you blinked at the excited look the boy gave you, who was nodding his head eagerly, hands animatedly waving as he spoke.

“….you watch soap operas?” You couldn’t believe the usually reserved man was actually gushing about a daytime drama.

Eat it, Seulgi, you uncultured swine. I told you it was an art.

“Well I’m never home to watch them when they air, but I usually stream them when I get the chance.

I dislocated my ankle really bad a few months ago and was put on home arrest, it was the only thing on at the time and I’ve been hooked ever since” He let out a sheepish laugh as his shoulders shrugged indifferently.

You let out a loud laugh and he seemed startled by the sound, but you weren’t paying attention to him anymore as tears began to well up in your eyes.

You started to shake as giggles bubbled from your throat, needing your hand to brace on the windowsill, not being able to stand straight.

“I can’t…believe…this…is happening…” You could barely breathe, “-looks are definitely deceiving” You commented, sending him a sly smile, eyebrows wiggling.

His face suddenly was dusted with a stunning shade of pink and you wanted nothing more than to squish his cheeks together.

Too precious

He began to mutter something about being totally manly and how it was good study material.

You started to come down from your hysteria but the smile never left your face.

“It’s ok, it will be our little secret, neighbor. But really,” you leaned in conspicuously, as if you were discussing something top secret.

“What do you think Soojin’s next move will be once she wakes up?”

From that moment on you managed to entice him into a totally manly conversation about plot holes and never-ending character resurrections.

Much like work, you were so lost in the conversation, completely forgetting about the awkwardness that you were supposed to be feeling, that you lost track of the hours passing as the two of you talked. The conversation drifted from daytime dramas, settling on mindless chatter that left you with bits of information about the man before you that you never knew you wanted to know.

All the while a wide smile adorned both of your faces.

Chapter VI

#muse: kyungsoo #length: chaptered #kyungsoo imagine #kyungsoo fanfic #do kyungsoo #exo imagine #exo fanfiction #exo scenarios #exo fanfic #exo

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