#and Hans is like ''I want to kiss her so fucking badly''
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Posting a wip because I'm so happy with how this is coming out~
#art wip#wip#oc art#my ocs#oc artist#songs of stars and dreams#Alice Rosa#Hans Falkhart#look at how Smitten they are#specially Hans#Alice is like ''I really like spending time with him! He's the best!''#and Hans is like ''I want to kiss her so fucking badly''#Also i uh tried to make a wip watermark and uh i dont think it came out as i wanted#but eh its not bad
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Serendipity
chapter six
summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.
no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.
pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader
warning(s): 18+ content, light smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of curses and dark magic
series masterlist; previous part; next part
You both silently stared at eachother, surrounded by the knickknacks in the Room of Requirement.
"You look like you're thinking awfully hard." you say in a teasing whisper.
"I'm trying to figure out if that really just happened, or if the weed has fogged up my brain." he replies in with a huffed laugh. You laugh and step a little closer to him so that you're chest to chest and you stare up into his eyes as you smile. Gods, he was so fucking tall.
I can assure you, it was very real.
He smirked.
So you wouldn't mind if I did it again?
He kissed you with fervour. You felt insatiable; you felt like an addict, longing for more of his touch.
Mattheo. He groaned when you mentally whined his name.
You sound so pretty, sweetheart.
His hands trailed from your hips to your shoulders, until they cradled your face, bringing you even closer so he could deepen the kiss. Then, almost as if he didn't know where to settle them, his hands trailed back down, past your hips to the curve of your bum, cupping the underside of your thighs.
"Jump for me." he mumbles as his grip tightens. You do as he says and he brings your face to his level, causing your arms to briefly squeeze at his shoulders before you loosen them and bring your palms to cradle his face, angling your's to a better position. He groans, moving his lips to the long column of your neck; you tilt your head to the side to give him more access.
You drive me mad, sweetheart. Gods I don't think I'll ever be able to stop.
Then don't. You whimper as his teeth graze a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
"Tell me you want this." he mumbles, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin.
"I want this- Gods I want you so badly." your reply is delayed as you lose yourself in the euphoric feeling of him. Suddenly you're spun around and dropped, rather unceremoniously, on the plush velvet cushions of the chaise lounge that Mattheo was utilising before you came in; he was towering over you, leaning on his strong forearms that were positioned on either side of your head.
He presses forward and kisses your lips softly, gently trailing them down your chin, to your neck, his body moving to hover over your's so that his hands could toy with the fabric of your blue and bronze tie. Silently asking if he can remove the obstacle in the form of your school uniform and you happily oblige, shoving away at your robe sleeves as he meticulously undoes the knot of your tie. You repeat the same motion with the emerald and silver tie donning his collar and fight to remove the buttons from the holes of his shirt which leaves an open view of his stunningly sculpted abdominals that ripple against supple, tanned skin.
Patience, sweetheart. He says, his voice echoing in every crevice of your mind. Smooth and silky like honey.
He kisses you again before his mouth travels south, his fingers deftly removing your arms from the sleeves of your shirt once he got the buttons undone.
"Gods. You're a criminal for hiding all of this from me, sweetheart." He mumbles into the skin of your collarbone, onyx eyes staring up at you under his long lashes, desire deepening steadily.
You furrow your brows. "What?"
He sucks a deep mark into your skin before soothing it with his tongue.
"Your body is divine, Meadow." he groans as he kisses along the strap of your bra, one hand travelling behind your back and lifting your body up, with your help, so that he can unclip it, with unsurprisingly accurate precision.
Mattheo moves even further down your body, hands beginning to massage the sensitive skin of your thighs as he spreads them apart, flipping the fabric of your skirt up. He's pressing kisses at your naval now, following a path from the bottom of your belly button to the edge of your panties. He huffs a laugh at the fact that you had coincidentally decided on wearing a lacy dark green pair that day.
Piss off. Your voice is a low grumble in the forefront of his mind, which only makes him laugh more. But he sobers quickly, pressing a kiss to where your clit sits under the cover of your panties. He teases you like that for a long minute: presses kisses to and massages the sensitive area, watching you with hawk-like eyes as you squirm under his hold.
Your whines and moans spurred him on, so he continued until you were practically begging for him to do something...anything more.
"What's the magic word, sweetheart?" he teases, his voice a low, taunting rasp.
"Please." you mumble with a whimper. Matt-"
That's seemingly all it takes for his resolve to crack and he practically tears the underwear from your body, throwing up somewhere behind him. Immediately, he buries his face in your core, using his tongue to lap up the wetness that had begun to pool there, thumb brushing sensually against your clit.
Gods. You're so wet. 'S this all for me? You can't see his expression from where he's devouring you whole, but you can feel and hear the smirk in his voice.
"Yes!" He was so good. So effortlessly good that you didn't know if you'd exclaimed out loud or in your head. It was so overwhelmingly good.
He lapped at your centre like you were the first meal he'd had in days, and when you felt a familiar tightening in your core, he seemed to become more feral, transcending from a man starved, to something entirely more alluring.
When he used two of his fingers to scissor you open while his thumb nimbly rubbed fast circles on your clit, you came with a shout, curling over his body, and yanking at the mop of unruly black curls atop his head. He groaned and you keened from the overstimulation as he carried on, speed increasing in fervour as he kissed, sucked and licked at your most sensitive parts.
"Matt- Théo, please! T-too much! Ah!" you were reduced to a babbling and whining mess as he took his fill from you, hands tracing soothing circles against your thighs as he brought you through your climax.
When he finally relented, you were panting from exhaustion, eyes glazed with lust and skin shiny with sweat. When you looked at him, you all but melted into a puddle of desire: his mouth and chin was slick with your cum and he was slowly sucking the fingers he'd had inside you, not thirty seconds ago. Gods he was so fucking attractive.
You weren't even ashamed to be openly oggling him as he used his discarded wand to summon a couple flannels to clean you both up.
"You taste heavenly, sweetheart." he mumbles as he presses another kiss to your lips. You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue. You want more. You want him.
"No. The first time I fuck you will be in a bed, sweetheart. Not some old chaise lounge in the middle of a room that anyone can walk into." he says with a smirk as you narrow your eyes at him, but your face only holds a sort of satiated amusement.
"Get out of my head, you dick." you let out an airy giggle as he flicks your forehead lightly.
It all feels so...domestic. Completely flipping what you thought you knew about him. But you suppose you'd learnt more about him in the weeks you'd spent in his presence than you had in the entire almost six years you'd been at Hogwarts.
You'd never seen this side of him before, however.
"If you tell a soul, I'll have to do unspeakable things to you." he says, smirking as he unapologetically rifles through your recent thoughts, but you find that you really don't care.
"What sort of unspeakable things?" you ask, a teasing lilt to your tone.
He only chuckles, that wicked smirk gracing his features.
"One day, you'll find out, but not today. We need to talk." The serious tone of his voice washes away any of the warm, bubbly feelings you had garnered at his response to a possible repeat of whatever had just transpired. Sobering you up from your lust-driven state immediately.
~∞~
As you both go through the motions of sorting yourselves out properly, you're relieved that the atmosphere, at the very least, isn't an awkward one. Once you're in your uniform once again, creases smoothed out, tie neat and pristine, arms folded across your chest, Mattheo guides you through the meandering trails that littered the Room of Requirement, until you come across something akin to a library – towering bookshelves and a cosy looking sofa, complete with an old mahogany coffee table.
"Sit down, Princess." he says softly, and you do as he says, watching as he walks to the nearest bookshelf and reaches for a book on a particularly high shelf, titled A History of Curses and Dark Magic, Volume Three.
"What are we going to read eachother post-coital stories now too?" you scoff with an unsatisfied scowl on your face.
"Not quite." he chuckles at your put-out expression. "I've spent the last week researching different curses and forms of detecting dark magic." He sits beside you, thigh brushing against your's. "And I think I've found out what's happening to you."
Curiously you take the book from his hand. It was old, heavy. The pages were beginning to brown and tear at the edges, the spine cracked insurmountably.
"What did you find out?" you ask, turning to look at him, to find him staring at the column of your neck, where he'd left a mirage of love bites and hickeys. You smirk as he mumbles a basic healing charm, watching the way his face sours when the marks magically fade away.
"Can you show me what happened when Dumbledore gave you the ring you told me about?" he questions, bumping his thigh to your's. "Open your your mind to that memory, like I taught you."
You do as he says, closing your eyes and allowing the vivid memory to take ahold in your mind, your own voice a distorted echo as you feel Mattheo's presence permeating the memory.
"Interesting." Dumbledore says as he pulls an old signet ring from his deep robe pocket, holding it out for you to take. You watch imperceptibly as Mattheo narrows his eyes on the ring, his ring.
"Can you tell me what you feel when you touch this, please?" Dumbledore's voice echoes in your mind. You do as he says and take the ring into your hands. Twisting it around your fingers, allowing your magic to swirl around it before it burns your fingers. You drop it in an instant. That same cold, tingling feeling you felt when Blaise rotated the necklace washed over you right afterward.
"It's cursed?" you asked, looking up at the Headmaster for confirmation, who is staring at you with knowing, inquisitive eyes.
"Something like that, yes." he says, his decaying hand twitches in response. You watch as the ring seems to vibrate in your lap, something that was amiss to you in the original moment.
You suck in a breathe when you're both forced from the memory. Mattheo is looking between you and the book curiously.
"The way your magic surrounded the ring. It's beautiful." he says. "It's one of seven, you know. I have one and the other five are in the manor."
The signet ring on his hand, that you never seemed to notice before, glints in the dim light of the room, the insignia is identical to the one in Dumbledore's possession.
"Seven rings?"
"No, seven heirlooms. Two rings and five other things that I've never been allowed to touch. They're all quite ugly actually, never had any use for them."
"I don't think the ring is ugly." you say, taking ahold of his hand to bring the ring closer to your face. "It's weird. I felt the energy in the one Dumbledore gave me the second he walked into the room, as well as in the memory itself. This one feels....lifeless."
"The book says it has something to do with different magical cores." Mattheo explains and you nod in understanding.
"You can do wandless magic just as well as you can do non-verbal magic." a statement, not a question. as if he already knows the answer and just wants to hear proof. "But wandless magic takes even the greatest witch or wizard years to master." he continues. "I've seen your development. It took you mere months to master that skill."
"Stalking me now, Riddle?" you tease, but when he doesn't entertain your jokes, your smirk drops. "What are you insinuating?"
"Where do you draw your magic from when you perform wandless magic?"
It's a bit of a taboo in the wizarding world. If you told your friends about the source of power you use, you'd surely be looked at like you were insane, specifically by Hermione who would've surely come across this sort of thing in her mountains of extracurricular reading. But you had grown frustrated when the only progress you'd made upon teaching yourself the throes of wandless magic, was lifting a quill an inch into the air for less than a second. The magic you utilised instead is highly unstable when used incorrectly, and it's borderline illegal in the minds of few people, namely those in the Ministry who specialised in Magical Cores. It teetered on the edge of unassailable power – something most people wouldn't dare mess with.
"I draw it from the air." you mumble, turning away from him, ashamed. "I know it's unconventional. I tried using my own magical core, but it never seemed to work. I did it on accident the first time, but I was successful. Then when I tried again the conventional way, it didn't work. I don't abuse the power, only borrow."
He tilts his head as realisation seems to seep into his features.
"Show me?" he asks, squeezes softly your hand with his large one that you're still holding, unconsciously.
You nod, hesitantly shifting your gaze to the book in his lap. You focus on drawing from the energy surrounding the old hardback, watching as the swirls of your magic, invisible to the boy beside you, intertwined with with potent magic supplied by the Room's core. You felt a rush of power surge through you as the book begin to levitate from Mattheo's lap, only to fly into your awaiting palm. You inhaled sharply at the prickly feeling the magic left coarsing through your veins.
"Incredible." he mumbles as he stares between his lap and the book that you now had in your grip. "And you did that using the magic in the air, not your own?"
You nod. "It always leaves a minute lasting effect afterwards, sort of like a consequence of using another magical source. There has to be a balance. If I do it too much I begin to feel a little dizzy, but I've never fainted like I did in the Wing last week."
"I was right." he mutters to himself, nodding his head, his lips quirking. You raise a brow at him.
"Care to share with the rest of the class?" you question, sarcastically.
"You're a syphon, love."
You sit there for a moment, silently contemplating his words. A syphon. A rare ability among few witches over the centuries; even rarer than a seer.
"How'd you come to that conclusion?"
"I wasn't sure until you showed me how you draw power from the air around you."
When your face drops to a confused frown he draws your body into his, lifting you so that you're sat on his lap, facing him.
"Listen. This isn't a bad thing. It's far from a bad thing. Trust me, sweetheart." he reassures. It's obvious to you that he knows something that you don't.
"What aren't you telling me?" you mumble, hands reaching to mess with the curls at the nape of his neck.
"When its safe for you to know, I'll tell you I promise. But for the sake of saving my friends-"
"And you." you interrupt, but he only shakes his head.
"For the sake of my friends, I can't tell you until the time is right."
"And when will that be? After you ghost me for another week? A month?" you sigh. "Is that what you're going to do when we walk out of here?"
He sighs deeply, his hold on your hips tightening ever so slightly as he brings you closer to him.
"That was a mistake on my part, sweetheart. You make me feel things that I was certain I wouldn't ever feel. I'm truely sorry."
He seals the apology with a long, breathtaking kiss, which momentarily leaves you unable to speak.
~∞~
Some hours later, you're sat beside Hermione at the Gryffindor table for dinner, Harry sat opposite you both. Ron was further down the table with Lavender Brown practically in his lap, the former of your friends sending poorly hidden glares his way.
"How's befriending Professor Slughorn going, Harold?" you ask, taking a sip out of your bronze goblet. After Dumbledore's visit last week, you sought out your three friends and demanded answers regarding Slughorn and Harry. But much like you, Dumbledore wasn't being as straightforward with the Chosen One as he thought he would be, especially after the miscommunication of last year, which inadvertently got Harry's Godfather killed.
"Not brilliantly." Harry mumbled as he stabbed his fork into his chicken.
Hermione scoffed.
"He's completely understating." she said. "It's going abysmally."
"Well, what methods have you used to get the information?" you ask, incredulously. How difficult was it to get information out of a man who spent his free time in the pub drinking away his sobriety?
Harry stammered as he tried to think of a reply and you balked at him.
"You didn't just outright ask him did you? Harry are you an idiot?" He gaped at you as Hermione snickered behind her goblet.
"Dumbledore showed me the half-memory that Slughorn gave him. There's a vital piece of information missing." he cringed as your face morphed into further disbelief. He knew that you knew he'd done the complete opposite of the logical thing to do.
"Don't tell me you tried to play out the memory with him, when Voldemort's own son could have been eavesdropping from fifty feet away?" you snapped, feeling entirely not guilty for dragging Mattheo's name into it. What does that say about the person you've began transitioning into?
"I'm not an idiot." he ignored your deadpan look, shaking his head he rambled on. "I sought him out after our last potions lesson, when everyone had left."
He stopped abruptly, turning to Hermione who, in turn, swivelled to face you.
"Speaking of Riddle," she started. "You weren't in the library earlier when I went to find you. Actually, I haven't seen you since after Ancient Runes after lunch."
"You're name wasn't on the map." Harry accused, eyes narrowing behind his thin wire glasses. "Riddle's wasn't either."
"Why were you in the Room of Requirement with him?" Hermione asked gently, as if she were trying to coax a misbehaving child to fess up information.
Internally, you were beginning to panic; the lies and excuses you'd been sporting for Mattheo's sake fizzling out by the seams. Your heart was irratic and you would've confessed there and then, had it not been for the calming presence of Mattheo's magical core in your mind.
What's wrong sweetheart, you look like you're going to pop a blood vessell.
Charming, Matt truly. You snark and he chuckles in your mind before his presence washes a feeling of seriousness over you.
What's wrong? He's insistent.
They're suspicious of us. Of why we were in the Come and Go room together.
How did they know about that?
That isn't important. You weren't stupid enough to give away one of Harry's best assets. What do I tell them without having to lie. I can't bare to lie again.
He's silent for a moment and you internally curse him as Harry and Hermione seem to be berating you, but you hear none of it, focusing on the pulsing of Mattheo's magic as he takes his sweet time to respond.
Tell them what you were doing. Say that you were annoyed by my avoidance; that it interrupted your schedule; that I was taking advantage of your time.
Harry was in the middle of a they-are-all-Death-Eaters spiel when you interrupted him to finally answer after what had only been a few moments.
"I don't know what you want me to say, Harry. I've been tutoring him since the start of the year. Which you both already knew." you send a look towards Hermione, who shrinks away. "He's been avoiding me all week – Rowena knows why – so I made Theo tell me where he was."
You stifled a laugh when Theo dropped his fork under the deathly glare that Mattheo sent his way.
Behave. You mentally slap him.
He smirked wickedly at you.
"He was probably doing his father's bidding." Harry spat.
"Maybe. But he needs a stellar Ancient Runes grade if he wants Theo to keep him on the Quidditch team. I'm doing Teddy a favour, nothing more." you reassure, and while it was only a half-lie, the guilt ate away at you all the same.
The pair seemed to sigh in tandem before Hermione turned to you, apology written all over her face. The guilt seemed to intensify.
"Just–" she paused, glancing over at the Slytherin table momentarily. "Just be careful will you? I don't want you to get hurt."
"I am being careful Mione, don't worry about me." you smile, but your pretty sure that, and judging by her unconvincing glance shared with your friend, she doesn't believe a word you say.
And after what happened in the Room that could grant you whatever you wished for, you weren't so believing in your resolve either.
~∞~
wasn't actually planning on writing smut this early but it kind of just happened lol this ones quite a long one, but i had a lot of things to add for the plot
sidenote; ive finally started reading acotar after its been on my tiktok fyp for time and low-key i see why i dnf'd the first time i tried reading it😭 but im speeding through it actually - im on like chapter 20 i think
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latest fanfictions read (firstprince edition):
forehead kisses.
Movie nights had become a weekly tradition for Alex and Henry.
As per usual, the movie Henry had chosen had Alex slowly dozing off next to him, his body relaxing onto the couch. He feels Henry grab the blanket and place it over him, and then-
Well, then, Henry’s fingers begin carding through his hair, and Alex doesn’t know what the fuck to do. It’s evident Henry doesn’t know he’s awake, but the touch feels… nice. Safe. Comforting in a way he didn’t realize he needed.
And then… well. And then.
Henry leans down and kisses his forehead, and his entire fucking world tips on its axis.
tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Collage, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff and Humor, Roommates, Forehead Kisses, Bisexuality, bisexual awakening, Alex is really dense, Nora is exhausted, First Kiss
when you know, you know
With shaky hands, Henry pulls out the ring from the box, looking at Alex with tearful eyes that he adores so much. Asks, "Alex, darling, will you marry me?"
Alex lets out a watery laugh, swiping an arm across his face to get rid of the rapidly falling tears. He kneels down to cup Henry's face and brushes his thumbs across his cheekbones softly.
"Baby. Don't you remember?" Alex whispers, leaning their foreheads together. "We're already married."
or,
Alex "marries" his best friend when he's six-years-old. It just takes some time for them to fall in love, but they get there.
tags: Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, not kidding it's so fluffy, Getting Together, Feelings Realization, Pining, Mutual Pining, Jealous Alex Claremont-Diaz, Protective Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alternate Universe, Roommates, Growing Up Together, Idiots in Love
When you smile, I am overcome
Alex smiles into kisses, and Henry notices. It’s a bit of an issue.
tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, so much kissing!, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, They love each other so much!, Canon - Movie, Canon Compliant
(this fic was inspired by one of my posts 🥲🥲❤️🩹)
Your lips on the collar of my shirt
What happened after karaoke. Inspired by Alex’s lipstick printed shirt.
notes: this fic is referenced in when you smile, I am overcome. Please read that before or after if you want more fluff and sweet kisses.
tags: Canon - Movie, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, drunk henry
something weird happened (that might change my life)
Exactly how much wine has he had tonight? He wasn’t sure what to think or how to react, only the sudden realisation that he had to stay really still because if he moved and Henry realised what his fingers were doing, tangling like that in his curls, he might stop, and Alex was quickly becoming aware that he didn’t think he wanted that to happen.
So, he forces his eyes back to the screen and tries to focus once again on Princess Leia and Han Solo instead of on Henry Fox. It doesn’t work. He wants so badly to lean into Henry’s body, encourage his fingers to keep moving through his hair … across his cheek, down the curve of his neck ... Suddenly, he’s wondering what Henry’s tongue would feel like on his skin, tracing the lines of his hipbones, licking stripes along the mounds of his thighs ... His mind jerks him back to the room and to reality. What the fuck?
Or
Oblivious Alex mistakes Henry for a pillow, things escalate from there.
Based on that one Reddit post.
tags: Roommates, Alex has a sexual awakening, After he mistakes Henry for a cushion, Shower Sex, Rimming, Oral Sex, Porn with Feelings, Explicit Sexual Content, Bisexual Disaster Alex Claremont-Diaz, POV Alternating, Explicit Language
Giving Yourself Grace
Isabella is very young, and Alex is home alone with her for the first time while Henry is away for the shelter. He learns some dark truths about himself when he struggles to help Isabella.
tags: Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Alex and Henry are Girl Dads, crying baby, Stressed Parents, Neurodivergent Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Henry gives him that hug but good
darling, you're the one i want
"Henry, thank God.” Alex’s voice is slurred so much that it takes Henry a few seconds to put the words together, and even then all thoughts of the date escape his mind. He frowns.
“Everything okay?”
“No. Yes. I don’t—it’s okay, baby, I’m not mad.” Alex takes a shaky breath and Henry swears he hears a sob from the background, small and desperate, carving out whatever’s left of his heart. “It’s fine. It’ll be fine, just… Andres is sick.”
Or, the one in which Alex has to cancel a date because his son is sick, and Henry shows up for the two of them anyway.
Part 2 of in paper rings, in picture frames, in latte art
tags: Alternative Universe, Single parents, Kid fic, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Sickfic, Single Dad Alex Claremont-Diaz
when he walks in (i am loved)
Henry has chores. They’re chores he’s allocated to himself, ones he loves to do in his free time, when he’s home alone. But he can’t keep thinking about Alex, what he did to him this morning, and it proves to be a distraction.
or, henry gets well fucked and well loved
tags: Post-Canon, ousewife henry ftw, Top Alex Claremont-Diaz, Bottom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Dom/sub Undertones, henry has a bit of a size kink, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Morning Sex, Aftercare, dabbles into subspace, gratuitous use of petnames, this is just porn with little plot, Domestic Fluff
i'll show you every version
Alex and Henry are joined at the hip. the world takes notice.
king of my heart, body, and soul
“Did you finally find what you so rudely abandoned me for?” Henry says with a pout.
“Hush, you big baby,” Alex chides as he fiddles with the object in his hand. It’s a tube of… lipstick?
or: in the midst of sleepy delirium, alex writes the word “king” in red lipstick on henry’s chest and they go a smidge insane over it.
tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sleepy Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Wet & Messy, inappropriate use of lipstick
born a restless child
Henry’s heart nearly gives out at the sound of Alex’s bedroom door opening. He jumps and then winces, thinking that he might have jostled Alex. But if an intruder is breaking into Alex’s home, he would want Alex to be awake for that.
The intruder in question is Alex’s five-year-old daughter, Ellie.
And she’s crying.
or: when Alex's daughter has a nightmare, his new boyfriend henry makes the cautious decision to comfort her.
tags: Not Canon Compliant, Single Parent Alex Claremont-Diaz, Nightmares, Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff
in the blur
‘It really was a beautiful speech,’ he says, glancing towards her. She’s in a pair of leggings and a faded UT Austin sweatshirt, hair piled into a bun and her eyes rimmed with dark circles. She's barely slept, still worrying about Alex. There’s a mug of steaming tea in front of her, and one clasped in Henry’s hands.
She shrugs. ‘I was just trying to think about, you know.' She waves her arm in the air. 'What the two of you mean to people, what he means too.’
---
After his speech, Alex falls asleep. Henry takes the opportunity to talk to June.
tags: Missing Scene, Sibling bonding, Conversations, Found Family, Big Sisters
of smoke trails
Alex is more than happy to accompany a visiting group of twenty third graders on a school trip to the White House. But escaping electrical fires was not among the learning points of this trip. And to make matters worse, one of the students is marked missing during the evacuation.
Armed with a fire extinguisher and the suit on his back, Alex dives back into the building without a second thought. Henry, already evacuated and standing on the lawn, can’t do anything but watch as his boyfriend disappears through the heavy smoke.
tags: Major Character Injury, Fires, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Alex Claremont-Diaz, Worried Henry Fox-Mounchristen-Windsor, Whump, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Field Trip, Established Relationship, Hospitals, Hospitalization, Angst, Fluff and Angst
you can see it with the lights out
Alex thinks of the water. Of feeling like he might never reach the surface, might never reach Henry. But Henry is here; Alex remembers falling asleep in the glow of his presence, and beneath his shaking fingers, Henry’s chest is warm and his heart is beating steadily and Henry is here.
Alex is afraid, but Henry is here.
tags: nightmare fic, Alex Claremont-Diaz Has Abandonment Issues, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Location: The Lake House (Red White & Royal Blue), Henry comforts Alex, Hurt/Comfort, Mostly Hurt/Comfort
wanting
It slammed into him with the force of a semi truck out of the blue on a random Tuesday in July. the AC was out; they were sprawled out in the living room in nothing but their boxers, complaining about the heat and threatening to off their landlord in a million different ways. Alex was on the floor, Henry was on the couch, one leg draped over the back, his arms thrown up over his head. Henry had said something; something absurd and hilarious and Alex can’t for the life of him remember what it was, because all he remembers is lifting his head off the floor, and catching sight of that shining head of golden hair caught in a sunbeam and thinking—
And thinking.
God, I love him.
tags: Love Confessions, Frottage, Longing, Pining
The Domestication of Household Spiders
"How thick do you think I am, exactly?”
Alex mumbles something under his breath that sounds like, “Got away with it this long, didn’t I?”
Henry’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “I’m sorry, are you bragging about lying to me?”
After a long pause, Alex says, “...No.” slowly.
“Hm. Thought not.”
In which Henry can’t recognise the sound of his own boyfriend’s voice, Alex isn’t as good of a liar as he thinks he is, and living with a superhero is both exactly, and not at all, what Henry thought it would be.
tags: Alternate Universe - Spider-Man Fusion, Spider-Man Identity Reveal, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Lawyer!Alex, Spider-Man!Alex, Concerned!Henry, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Secret Identity, Injury Recovery, Mental Health Issues, Established Relationship, Cute David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), Moving In Together, POV Henry
Burnt Offering
He just needs to get through washing his hair. Simple.
Except washing his hair has never been simple. It’s the polar opposite, actually.
The more he thinks about the task set out in front of him, the more daunting and impossible it feels. His limbs feel like lead and the weight of the hot water pouring over him makes his head buzz.
But Alex can do this. He’s done it before. A shower after a long lacrosse game or that one time he had the flu and had to stop three times to sit under the water and collect himself.
He can handle a little finals week exhaustion. He has to.
---
Or, Alex’s hair care routine is elaborate, he struggles to let Henry help him, and he learns some important things about receiving love through service.
icy keys & heated skin.
Alex discovers something in the bedroom. Something involving icy cold keys and flushed feverish skin.
or Henry likes the key a little too much, and Alex finds out.
#rwrb#red white and royal blue#rwrb fanfic#firstprince#firstprince fanfic#alex claremont diaz#henry fox#taylor zakhar perez#nicholas galitzine
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the extra mile
“I wanna call her. Give me back my phone!”
Han was whiny as fuck. You got back on the plane to your home country earlier and ever since he was losing it. He practically forced the guys to drink with him. Was it supposed to decrease his anxiety? Certainly. Did it increase his neediness for you instead? You bet.
Chan rolled his eyes for the 100th time that night. Looking out for Jisung was hard enough under normal circumstances but now that he was tipsy and heartbroken? Unimaginable suffering. “Han, y/n is still on the plane. How are you supposed to call her? Can you like, chill out for a second?”
He huffed in annoyance. “I can’t wait that long.. I really need y/n.”
Why were you so important to him? Well, shouldn’t the person you lost your heart to be anything but important?
He met you at an award show a couple of months ago. He was there to perform on stage and collect a price for his outstanding songwriting, when he saw you waiting tables. You had him starstruck from the get go. He was yours the moment you coyly smiled at him. He eyed you all night, wondering when the time would be right to approach you. He didn’t want to disturb you while working but he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to you like a magnet. It didn’t seem like you were Korean, which he didn’t mind at all. He loved your appearance – you caught him gazing at your full lips, sparkly eyes and long legs multiple times. Han couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips while discovering your body with his hands. Fuck, he was not supposed to think like that. The media would lose it if word got out that he was dating. And yet, he was captivated by you like never before.
Minho pulled him out of his daydreaming as he was shaking a bottle of soju in front of him. “Hey, you up for a drink or what?” The boys poured down a couple of shots before cornering Han. “Ji”, Minho asked upfront, “are you really sure about this? Are you sure about y/n?”
Han felt the clenching in his chest again, he was very well aware that this adoration for you could hurt him very badly. “Yah, what the fuck? Of course he is sure of y/n!” Changbin chirmed in.
Minho rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Will the romance queen shut up please. This is real life, not a drama.” Changbin got up flustered, ready to fight for his convictions about love. “So what? What’s so wrong with them falling in love? Love is not a crime!” Hyunjin, who was utterly wasted by now, chimed in forcefully. “Exactly, falling in love is not a crime! You go, Han!” “I am surrounded by idiots”, Minho muttered under his breath. “Well, are you?” Han turned around to face Jeongin, asking curiously about the state of Han’s heart.
Was he in love with you?
Han thought back to all the precious moments he shared with you. One time he took you out for a nightly walk at Han river. You held hands, giggled and kissed in moments you felt invisible. Han always had to dress up but you didn’t mind – you felt like dating a super hero that had to be incognito with his love. Han remembered when he was sick with the flu and you came over and took care of him. You brought him chicken needle soup, massaged his feet and played his favorite movies all night long. You even kissed him when he begged you not to. He remembered all those juicy nights in which he had lost himself between your legs, thinking to himself if he would die right now, he would leave content. The memories of kissing you, holding you, squeezing you and ultimately fucking you did a lot to him.
Han was too engulfed in his memories to notice the boys gossiping about him. “He is so out of it, look at him. He’s smiling like a lunatic. Han. Haaaaan. HAN JISUNG!”
Han snapped out of it: “What the hell?” Laughter filled the room, followed by more rounds of soju. “You know what? If you think that she is worth it, you should go for it. I support you, Ji.” Felix beamed at Han, taking his hands into his own reassuringly. “Yes, team love!”, Changbin and Hyunjin sang in support.
The company and investment of the others always made him happy. They made him feel seen. “Is she worth it, hyung?” Han’s face lit up again. “Innie, baby, are you seriously asking me if y/n is worth it? She is. Oh my god, she is. I’ve never met someone so fascinating as her. I mean where do I start? Have you seen her? She looks like a literal angel. No really, god himself has handcrafted her and sent her down to earth only for me to find her. She is so beautiful, no other girl could ever compare to her. That pretty face? That sexy figure? Her swag? Her drive? Her ambitions? Her sex appeal? She’s kinda like Minho, only nicer. And a woman!”
All eyes were on Minho now, which he hated, so he naturally started laughing, brushing it off as a joke. Minho glared at Han who kept praising you relentlessly. “And she is so smart, did you know? She always explains shit to me which I didn’t even know I didn’t know. Y/N is the coolest. She’s kind and compassionate and generous and so sweet. I could go on forever. I probably will if you don’t stop me. She-”
Jeongin threw himself on Han laughing: “Okay, okay, okay, I get it. Y/N is a catch. Relax now, Jesus.” Han smiled brightly, thinking about you always had that effect on him. You warmed his heart no matter where you were. “So, what’s the problem then? Apart from the dating ban, I mean.”
Han took a deep sigh, remembering his biggest fears. “She had to go back. So now… we have to go long distance, I guess. If you think about it, it’s really fucked up. I am not allowed to date, she is thousands of miles away – how are we supposed to make this work? How can I love her the way she deserves to be loved? What if someone else takes my place? What if she leaves me?”
He got interrupted by Seungmin’s snort. “You don’t actually believe that, do you? There are thousands of girls fantasizing about you fucking them brainless and degrading them to sluts and you are unsure if she wants to be with you?” The others were too shook to speak, jaws to the floor accompanied by eyes wide-open. “What? Don’t you read the stuff they write about us? It’s hella entertaining, I’m telling you”, Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, unbothered by his member’s shocked faces. Chan was the first to re-find his composure: “They do what?” Seungmin rolled his eyes, not buying into this naivety. “As if you didn’t know what they’re writing about you, bang daddy chan.”
Laughter erupted amongst the other members. They got on their phones so quickly, overly eager to read the stories stays made up about them. Everyone but Han, that is. “Chan, can I have my phone back now?” Chan was too interested in the story about him being a werewolf to realize what he was up to. “Oh yeah, yeah, go ahead.”
Finally. Han checked his phone – still no message from you. Were you still up in the air? Should he text you again? Should he read the stories about him spitting into girl’s mouths instead? He contemplated for a second until his phone finally rang.
„Y/N! Oh my god, did you land?“
Laughter sweet like honey filled the other end of the line. „Ji, baby, are you drunk?“ His cheeks got rosy. It took you only a couple of weeks to figure him out. “What if I was?”, he tried to play it cool. “I’d probably get back on the plane and fly back. I know how horny you get when you’re drunk.” A giant smirk was playing on your lips.
Han almost shouted into his phone: “YES I AM DRUNK. VERY DRUNK. I NEED YOU TO COME BACK Y/N, RIGHT NOW!” He heard you laugh again. Oh, that damned laughter of yours that made him weak in the knees. “Will you?”
You sighed heavily. “Right now? No. Soon? Yes. If you still want me to, I mean.” He was about to combust with love for you. “Of course, I want you to. I don’t wanna be apart from you at all. I miss you, y/n.” “I miss you, too, Ji. I cried so much on the flight home. The lady next to me got so worried at one point and asked me if I was okay.” It hurt him knowing you were suffering like that because of him. “Do you want to know a secret?” Han nodded: “Yeah.”
“I told the lady about you. I told her about the amazing boy I fell for, unwillingly, but completely and whole-heartedly without a doubt. I told her about the way we are, how we joke around, how we understand each other without a word and always put each other first. I told her about the magical, sexy connection we have and how special it is. I told her how grateful I am to be loved by someone so amazing as you, Han. Even if only for a short time.”
He had a lump in his throat, fearing what you would say next. “Do you know what she told me? She was like ‘My dear, it’s true, you won’t have it as easy as ordinary couples. But then again, this doesn’t seem like an ordinary love, does it?’”
Han sighed out in relief. “Don’t ever think I’ll let go of you, Ji. You won’t get rid of me so easily.” Now it was Han’s laughter that filled the line. “I don’t plan on getting rid of you, y/n. I am yours. And you’re mine. Promise?”
You blew a giant kiss into your phone before hanging up: “Promise!”
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I'm about to enter work but I just had a thought.
That convo about poly minsung where MC was in love with Jisung but he was dating Minho but also has feelings for her, while Minho is aware of this and despises MC initially because of it? MC can't stand him either but tries her best for Jisung's sake, who's her beloved friends first.
Hate fucking between MC and Minho?
Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet
Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT), Sour Sweet (Angst)
Allergy Warning: Female Pronouns, Enemies to lovers, verbal fighting, sexual scenes, hate sex, scratching, slight choking, mixed emotions, and poly! Minsung (Han only mentioned)
This fight was the biggest blowup either of you had ever experienced. Both of you were red in the face and your lungs screaming for air. Neither of you would ever get physical with each other but cutting one another down with words and guilt was completely on the table. As you two went back and forth, spewing absolute filth in each other's faces, poor Hannie was left to sit and watch.
Han and Minho have been the partners in crime for years now. The two met back in university when Han was a freshman in Minho's hall. They knew the relationship was scandalous, but they couldn't deny the attraction. It started one night when everyone was out partying, Minho wasn't looking forward to the paperwork the next morning. As he did his nightly walk, he saw a lone figure sitting in the living room under a single blue light. He knew the student was Han, he would never forget a face like that.
"Why are you out here all alone?" The poor boy jumped out of his body when Minho spoke. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"
"It's fine" Han held a hand over his heart. "Everyone is gone so I thought I'd visit the community living room…when there is no community"
The two laughed at Han's slight joke. Minho decided to join the boy for the remainder of the night until he decided to go to bed. Ever since that day the two spent every night together, and soon every day.
Han taught Minho a lot about himself. For starters, Minho was very much attracted to Han. He never really aligned with any sexual orientation, it wasn't something that concerned him but when Han asked who he had a crush on, he said the first thing that came to his mind. Han, he wanted Han.
There began their relationship, who was Minho to question it? Around 2 years later, just before Minho's graduation, Han confessed he had been attracted to some women around campus. Not that he was going to cheat but maybe he was more Bi than he thought. Again, Minho didn't give it any thought and kissed the sweet boy to stop his babbling. That was until you came along.
Han met you during a mandatory art class in your final year. Instead of paying attention to how art had evolved over the years you two focused on evolving your friendship. Class conversations turned into text messages and partner projects bled into late-night pizza parties. Every time you two hung out, it was always at the Minsung apartment. Minho couldn't stand it; he couldn't stand you.
At first, he didn't really mind you, thinking it was nice for Han to have a new friend. As time went on, however, the emotions in him grew. It wasn't until Han came to him, expressing the idea of taking you out on a date, did Minho boil over. He had never felt so strongly about anyone as he felt towards Han and you. Where he loved Han, he had to hate you. That was the only logical explanation for why he couldn't get you out of his mind late at night.
The fight only broke out because Han slipped up. He wanted this to work out so badly. Jisung saw the way Minho looked at you and the smile that graced his face when you were half asleep on their couch. Han knows Minho didn't want him to see how he gave you the nice blanket off their bed when you spent the night. Minho swore he hated you, but Han knew better.
"y/n! Shut up, you picked the movie last time!" Han yelled out as he dodged your popcorn assault on him.
"Last time was like 3 weeks ago, I say we start over" You went to snuggle up into your blanket more.
"Can we completely start over? Han didn't need that art class anyways" Minho spoke under his breath next to Han. You were blissfully unaware but Han heard everything.
"Minho stop. I needed an elective you know that" Your head perked up at the old couple bickering.
"But you had to choose the same one that the pretty girl from the cafe picked?"
"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW SHE WAS TAKING IT"
"Well maybe it wasn't you, maybe she did it to follow you. She seems to want to be in every aspect of our lives." Minho was quick to quip back.
"Did you guys forget I'm here? I would apricate if you two would acknowledge me if you are going to talk about me" Both boys jumped a bit at your announcement. Minho wasn't fazed long.
"Admit it! You wanted to be a home wrecker, you want Han all to yourself! You are so sad about your own life, you need to destroy someone else's."
"LEAVE ALREADY! WE DON'T WANT YOU HERE!" Minho was red from his head to his feet.
That is when the yelling broke out. No one was sure when this turned into a standing argument. Han had given up on butting in, he would fix it later. Right now he was focused on how your hand reached for the front door.
"Minho…like I told you last night…Let Han make his own choices." With that final statement, you left.
Han looked up at Minho, heart visibly broken in his eyes. What did you mean by last night?
"Don't start baby boy, I don't want to get into it"
"Min, what was she talking about"
"I was just protecting us"
"What was she talking about, Lee Minho" Han never used his name like that.
There was a beat of silence as Han took in what Minho was saying. He had had enough of this bullshit. Why couldn't Minho see he was self-destructing?
"Last night she asked me something about trying to make this work for your sake. I told her if she cared for you, she should leave you alone"
"You" Han broke the silence. Minho's eyes shot up in fear. "You, if she cared about you! You can't handle the fact your emotions are mixed again. You are pushing her away like you did me! You like to think our love story was perfect but it wasn't, it was messy. I had to keep breaking down your walls until you finally let me in. We have a good thing with her Minho, don't lose that"
Minho was left alone in the living room as Han had called it a night. It was unspoken but clear that Minho could make this right or sleep on the couch. He didn't know what else to do but go find you. He grabbed his keys and hoped you were home.
He knocked on your door with a shaky stutter, contemplating if he should just leave. He was so sure about his feelings for you, this was stupid. Han was just being a bleeding heart again, wanting everyone to be happy. But you were the reason this was all wrong! He never had issues with Han until there was you. You were the issue.
"Y/n" he let out a heavy sigh. "can I come in"
"Minho?" A questioning voice sounded from the slightly open door. A quick motion wiped away the wet streaks from your puffy eyes before
Minho could see.
"Why, so you can call me desperate and depressed again? No, thank you."
"Y/n wait! For Han, can we talk for Han" It took a moment but the door finally opened.
The conversation was off and on for at least an hour if not more. You sipped on your drink as Minho picked at the skin around his fingers.
"For Han" you agreed.
"You shouldn't do that. It could get infected" The change of tone alarmed Minho.
"Why do you even care? I can't stand you and you still care about my hands?"
"You say you hate me but yet you came here to apologize."
"Talk, I'm not apologizing."
"Whatever you came here for" You sat down next to him on the couch and scooted a little closer. "I am here for you"
Minho looked deep into your eyes. He never noticed how he could read your emotions like a book in them. You wore your heart exposed to the world, like Han. Everything he loved about Han he could see in you. Why did he hate you? That was a question that he was never able to answer. He just knew he had to, you wanted his lover. But when he looked in deeper, maybe you wanted him too. Overwhelmed with his own emotions, Minho did the only thing he knew to quiet them. He kissed you.
You jumped back but didn't pull away. When it felt safe you moved back in. It started slow and cautious but quickly became heated. Minho wasn't sure if he wanted to make love to you or fuck you back into your place. He just knew right now; he was lusting for you.
Minho pushed on the small of your back, indicating he wanted you on him. You straddled his legs and settled into his lap. It was evident what was about to happen by his growing hard-on. You pulled away from his lips to catch your breath. His expression looked lost.
"Minho, we don't have to. We can just forg--"
"No, I want to, fuck I want you so bad. I don't know why I want you I just feel so--"
"Pent up?" He nodded as you were the one to now finish his sentence.
"Let it out. Fuck me the way all of your thoughts want you to. After we will pretend nothing happened. But right now, I need you just as much as you need me."
No words were said, none were needed. Lips smash into lips. It didn't matter who made the first move what mattered now was that it was beginning to heat up. Long slender hands wrapped around your waist. The fingers on those hands played with the edge of your shirt.
Minho needed to be in control. He needed to cloud out his thoughts with lust. The image of you whining under him gave him a rush of relief. You had to be trapped in his arms.
His first attempt at control left him empty-handed. Your tongues fought for dominance, and he could quickly see himself losing the battle. Like the sly cat he was, Minho played dirty. With a bite to your bottom lip and a tug, you moaned out. This was when he attacked. He took over the hungry kiss and slipped his hands under your shirt, one on your lower back and another inching its way to your chest.
"Cat got your tongue, baby girl?" Minho found his confidence when he saw nothing behind your pretty glass eyes. "You were all bark earlier tonight, yet I'm the one who had to bite."
His adventurous hand thumbed the underside of your chest. He was pleasantly surprised by the missing article of clothing.
"OH look at this baby, you were expecting me weren't you"
"No! I was going to bed. You just showed up looking for---hmm!"
"I think the kitten liked that didn't she" Minho rolled your hardening bud between his thumb and index finger. "I think that bed you mentioned might be a better place to continue, seeing how I'm already losing you."
You were tossed onto your plush bed, and both of you let out a small laugh as you bounced back. Your shirt and pj shorts were discarded somewhere in the hall along with Minho's black tank top. He was currently trying to tear off his sweats while you reach down for your panties.
"Don't." You looked up and were met with deep and dark lustful eyes.
"What?" You asked in honest confusion.
"Always doing things your way. That's what I can't stand! You always get what you want like a princess. Not tonight kitten, your listening to me." He stepped out of his sweats and lowered down to your eye level. "Dont. Touch. What's. Mine"
Before you knew it, two hands circled your ankles and anchored your feet to the bed. With your knees perfectly bent and legs opened, Minho laid a fat wet lick to the cotton of your panties. The gesture was more possessive than anything else. He did it a few more times waiting until you bucked up with impatience. When you did just that his hands grabbed the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your hips to help him but the sound of tearing fabric caught you off guard.
"Minho! What the fu-"
"Shhhhhh, always complaining. I'll buy you a new pair, a thousand pairs even! I just need you"
In that moment he sounded so desperate. You were so clouded by his dom persona. You forgot the man he was battling in his mind. He wasn't doing this out of pure lust and anger. There was a third element at play and he needed to be in control to figure it all out. You submitted to him.
Starved for you, Minho attacked your exposed sex. His mouth took purchase on your clit while his fingers explored your cunt. Just the tip of his middle finger poked in and out while he sucked on your bud with full force. It was like the two sides were fighting each other. It didn't matter to you as you were fighting for your life up on the mattress.
When your tense guard softened to an open state Minho's position stood tall. There was a silent understanding that floated through the room. Minho was allowed to do whatever he needed to. Right now, that was tasting you.
"Fuck, look at you. You taste better than your attitude would lead on. All you needed was some attention, right? Mhm, just admit it. You wanted my attention all along" You were about to answer but were cut off by your crying moan. "Oh, it looks like I found it. Good girl, just feel it. Feel the man you hate making you feel better than anyone has before. Oh, so good baby. Atta girl, just cum"
Your hands found their way into Minho's hair and took hold, the extra length helped you stable yourself. With a slight pull out of pure pleasure, Minho sat back and moaned. Before you could say anything he shoved two fingers into you.
And cum you did. You never knew you could finish so hard from someone's fingers alone but the way he spoke to you sent you over the edge. He seemed hesitant to degrade you but praise didn't come easily either. Whatever the intoxicating mix was, you were drunk on it.
So gone in fact, you didn't notice Minho looking around like he had lost something.
"I can't find my wallet" he seemed stressed and panicked. It was nice getting little glimpses of the man underneath the monster.
"Condoms left drawer. No no, the one under the light. There you go" Your response should have been comical but the heavy breathing showed its true desperate intention.
Minho opened the drawer and reached in for the familiar foil packet when his eyes found something far more interesting. A teal rabbit vibe that was worn from use. He brought the toy to life and you were immediately embarrassed by the buzz.
"This? Do you use this? This pathetic little thing. Please tell me you can take more than this, or baby I'm about to break you." Minho turned the toy to the highest setting and laid it down on your bare clit. "See, I bet I could make you moan so much louder if I just did this--" Minho replaced the toy with two rough finger pads and slightly pinched your clit. You yelled out in both pain and pleasure. "Ha, thought so"
Minho threw the toy behind him, not caring if it hit the wall and shattered. You didn't need it anyways when he is about to give you the real thing. After adjusting the condom, Minho lined up with you and slowly began to push in. The voices yelled at him to shove it in fully, to claim you, to make you pay for the words you so eagerly spewed in his direction. Then he saw the squinted look of pain in your eyes and his heart screamed for him to comfort you. For once he was going to listen to his heart.
Sweet lips found the side of your face and left little lingering kisses. A hand distracted you by toying with your previously abused bud. Your voice hitched and was overtaken by unsteady breathing as he further pushed into you.
"Shhhhh, it's okay. You are doing so well baby, taking me like a good girl. Shhhhh no no it's okay, you are okay, I got you." He was able to fully seat himself inside of you. "Pretty girl? Mark me all you want, got it?" With that Minho placed your hands on his shoulders and wrapped your bent legs around his waist.
His pace was slow and steady. He fought back the need to ruin you, especially as your claws dug into his skin. It felt like a heavenly sin to him. You were an angel, he couldn't see your halo until just now as the light illuminated your blissed-out features. Maybe he was the devil in the situation?
"More"
"What?" Your whine brought him back to reality.
"More Minho, fuck more please" you begged. Who was he to deny you?
Minho set a rough and steady pace. Pulling all the way back to the tip and then forcefully resetting his position. Over and over until you tightened around his cock. He took both of your hands in one of his and pinned them above your head. Your legs were removed from his waist and pressed into your chest. Minho took a moment to slowly test out the new angle. When a slight thrust made tears of ecstasy pool in your eyes, he set the pace.
It wasn't long before his groans and moans mixed with yours. His were laced with the smallest of whimpers, he was getting close. His free hand caged your neck and ghosted pressure to the sides. Looking deep into your eyes, Minho spoke.
"Cum"
You all but screamed out as you came on Minho. Your thighs were drenched and his torso glistened to match. You whined as you felt yourself become empty. A small chuckle left Mimho's lips are you frantically searched for him. He appeared at the side of your bed, a hand slipping into your hair. Holding the roots tightly, Minho positioned you how he wanted you.
"Eyes on me, mouth open" You were too far gone to question him. "Good girl"
Minho's eyes fought to stay open and he yanked on his still-hard cock, using your wetness as lube. He threw his head back in pleasure and bit his lip at his last few feverish tugs. Minho came all over your face, missing your mouth almost entirely.
He caught his breath quickly before running over to grab his shirt and clean you off. You pulled away as the fabric smeared the drying cum into your skin. He found a half-full bottle of water and wetted the unsoiled side of the tee. He cooed and shushed as he cleaned you.
Once you two were back to the world of the living the room fell silent. There was an unanswered question that choked you both. It was obvious the night wouldn't move on until it was addressed.
"Look" Minho spoke softly, unsure of what he wanted to say. "I didn't know I could feel this way about someone…well, I guess about two people. I took my confusion out on you, I'm sorry." A small sniffle followed.
"Minho, it's okay. I understand how confusing it can all be. To be honest I think Han might be the only one who is sure of himself here." That got Minho to crack a smile.
"If you wanted, we could make this a thing. Us, the three of us. I think we could really do it this time." Minho's eyes shined with a thousand hopeful stars.
"Minho…" and those stars burned out at your dishearted tone. "I'd like to but I can't forget everything you've said to me in the past. They hurt and I know I hurt you too. You can't deny that. I'm not saying no, but I think we need to work on it"
"How does a date sound" Minho placed a gentle hand on your bare thigh.
"A date sounds nice"
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pairings: |Dom!Kate| |Sub/brat reader|
cw: first person pov, degradation kink, dacriphilia, impact play, spit kink, choking
You were waiting for Kate to get out of her podcast/ interview type thing. Kate was in her office room in the house. She was speaking to the interviewers about IOWA basketball, Her recent draft. You were in the room bored, wanted her so badly.. So of course you send her a sexy photo while she’s in the interview. Kate gets your message. She checks the notification & see the photo.
Kate texts you back saying “y/n why the fuck are you sending me photos like this. You know I’m in an interview rn.” You text back “what I didn’t even do anything..” Kate just leaves you on read. You wait till the interview is over. Once you hear her say bye to the interviewers, You go straight to Kate. As you make your way over to Kate. She says “Go back in the room now & undress since you don’t understand what you did wrong.”
You obviously heard what she said.. but you didn’t want to just let her get what she wants that easily. You go to the room & just sit on the bed, waiting. Kate goes to the other room and grabs her strap & a vibrator. Kate walks into the room & she visibly looks super mad.
Kate asked you “why the fuck aren’t your clothes off?” She pulls your legs apart & she pulls off your pants/underwear. You try to touch her arm & kiss her. Kate just pushes you off & slaps you. She keeps undressing you, until you’re fully naked infront of her. You try to lean in to kiss her again. Kate takes her two fingers & sticks them in your mouth making you choke a little. She says “Didn’t I warn you to not fucking touch me, Your a dirty little slut. Now if you wanna touch me your gonna have to beg for it.”
You start to tear up a bit at her degrading you. You start begging say “Kate please let me touch you.” Kate slaps you across the face & says “Wrong name, You know exactly what to call me.” While tightening her hand around your throat. You say “m-mommy I’m so sorry.. please can I touch you.” You said with pleading eyes, hoping that will change her mind. Kate sits right next to you. Kate lifts you so that you straddle her thigh. Kate says “Since you wanted to act like a little slut & send me photos while I’m in an interview. You will get treated like one.” Kate forces you to open up your mouth, As she spits in your mouth. Forcing you to swallow it, You start sighing & whimpering. Kate put a finger in you to be “nice”. She expected you to do all the work. You start trying your best to ride on her hand. You’re not getting the right spot so you just stop.
Kate asks “Why’d you stop? Tired of doing all the work?” You say “yes m-mommy it’s too hard, I want your help please.” Kate says “well you should’ve thought about that before you wanted to act like a little slut, I would’ve gladly helped you if you weren’t acting like a spoiled brat.” You start trying to hide in her neck & kiss on her jaw.
Kate takes her hand to force you to look at her, with the opposite hand she grabs the vibrator puts it on the highest setting. You start to whimper & moan, having the vibrator on you plus her one finger. As you think that’s all she adds another finger & slaps you across the face for not keeping eye contact with her.
Kate says “you look away from me & I’ll stop.” You try your best to keep your eyes on her, but it feels so good. Your eyes start to tear up & you feel a knot in your stomach. Kate starts to look up at you. She asks you “mama, you about to cum?” & you start nodding uncontrollably. Kate takes her finger out & turns the vibrator off.
you start to sob & put your head in her neck again looking away from her. Kate sticks her two fingers in your mouth. While with the opposite hand putting the strap in you. She makes sure she puts it in real slow. You start to slowly get on the strap feeling overstimulated as ever. You say “mommy, can you please do it faster please.”
Kate slaps your ass so hard while leaving her hand on your ass. You start to feel that knot in your stomach again. Kate decides to be nice and let you cum on her fingers. You slouch over her shoulder like a baby. While Kate licks on her fingers. Kate starts to put her fingers slowly back in you. Leaving you to start crying again & whimpering. You start crying saying “m-mommy please.. I’ve been good.” Kate rolls you on the bed & Kate gets on her knees.
She puts your thighs on her shoulders to get a good angle. She starts to eat you out very fast, like her tongue is hitting all the spots. You start to feel something again, but it doesn’t feel like cum. It feels like something else. You just close your eyes & take a deep breath. While Kate speeds up her tongue & You squirt on her face. Kate licks it all up & she says “wow, baby I didn’t know I can make you do that.. It felt good didn’t it mama.” While rubbing your thighs & kissing them. She gets up to grab a rag to wipe the surrounding areas off without touching your clit knowing it’s really sensitive.
she goes to get you some sweats & one of her shirts for you to put on. She puts the clothes on for you. She starts to give you a bunch of kisses on your face & asking “baby, I didn’t go to rough right, I hope your okay baby.” & you say “I’m fine baby, Actually liked it.” Kate says “Your such a dirty girl.” While winking at you. Kate pulls you to lay on her while you guys start to fall asleep.
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☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 4) ✨
✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)
✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!
✨wc: ~4.5k
✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? future angst and smut??? definitely fluff.
✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?
✨ author’s notes: pls pls pls let me know if you’d prefer shorter, more frequent chapters like this one, OR longer chapters posted about once per week. i’m heavily debating lol
✨ warnings: cursing from time to time.
Previous Chapter Recap:
As wonderful as the daydream was, Chan suddenly snapped out of it. He froze, standing rigid, then almost tumbling back. There’s no way.
There you stood in front of him. With all the beauty that you were. But you were with someone. A man. Chan squinted to see what he could make out. Jungkook? Fuck, that was definitely Jungkook.
You smiled up at him and clung onto him for a long hug. He gave in, leaning his head down to plant a small kiss on the top of your forehead. With that, you giggled, waved, then ran inside the company building.
With that, Chan felt his heart shatter for the very first time.
Through the building’s glass walls, he watched as you made your way a little further, then stopped to bring your phone out. 10 seconds later, he felt a buzz from his phone.
From: y/n’s instagram
Hey, I’m here :) Should I head on up to you?
He wanted to cry.
Note: More characters are involved in this chapter! Just wanted to lay it out here to refer back to if needed.
Y/n- Changbin’s mentee
Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee
Kara- Seungmin’s mentee
Sunnie- Han’s mentee
Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee
Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee
Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee
Jenna- Chan’s mentee
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Y/n’s POV:
You felt like you were floating. You felt like you were unstoppable. You wanted so badly to call Anna and tell her that you had just had the best date of your life. The conversation was so easy with Jungkook. You may not have had much in common, but he was FUNNY. He was charming too- such a gentleman. True, you didn’t know him extremely well yet, but the side he did show you was basically perfect.
The butterflies in your stomach just wouldn’t go away. You needed to step aside though and text Chan, letting him know you were here to see him. You were curious to know what he would say. Okay, curious may not be the right word. You were SHAKING waiting to find out what he would say. But either way, it was fine. You were unstoppable after all.
Hey, I’m here :) Should I head on up to you?
*SEND*
You stepped to the side of the building so that you were away from the middle of the foot traffic entering and exiting the building, waiting for Chan to respond. You didn’t want to show up to his studio unannounced, especially if he was in the middle of something.
Looking down at the bouquet still in your hands, you let your mind wander back to your last few seconds with Jungkook. How he was the perfect height for you to hug him and get your face just above his shoulder. How warm he felt while standing out in the cold. How completely natural it felt with him. How when you pulled away, he had the most endearing look in his eyes and a big smirk on his face. He spoke lowly, almost whispered, “Can I see you again?” lowering his head to land a gentle kiss to your forehead. All you could do was blush and give one quick nod, avoiding his eyes. You giggled and waved, as you took off to head toward the building. You pictured the way he looked while waving back to you, almost sad that he wasn’t going with you. The day could simply not get better.
Unless Chan confessed his love to you of course. In which case, you’re fucked. Because what in the hell were you supposed to do then? You needed the universe to decide for you. Maybe Chan just wanted to talk to you about Berry’s health, if Bella had any similar problems, and what you did for them. Maybe he was curious how all of the mentees were doing and if there was anything he could do to help. Or maybe even to give you some tips before filming began- maybe he cared about you and genuinely wanted you to do well on the show. Any of those were more likely than him to say he had feelings for you. Hell, you barely knew the man.
You stood and twiddled your thumbs. A few minutes had gone by since you sent Chan the message. You were hoping he didn’t forget about you. You couldn’t take putting off all this anxiety for another day or so. You decided to look around and mentally note the small things in the JYPE building you hadn’t noticed before. How the walls were fully glass… Like FULLY glass. The chic silver lamps posted around the floor. The one giant green plant resting by the wall on the other side of the room. Someone was definitely taking good care of it.
*DING*
From: gnabnahc
Hey, yeah sorry. I figured out the answer to what I was going to ask you about. All good! Sorry to leave you hanging. Have a good day.
You put your phone down and somewhat felt your heart drop down into your stomach. You had been nervous, yes, but it was going to kill you more not to know. ‘Well hell.’ You puffed a breath out and frowned, crossing your hands over your chest. Just looking around now not quite sure what to do. ‘I guess I’ll just go and try to find Anna.’
You turned your attention back to your phone, frowning harder when Chan’s message was still displayed on the screen. You quickly swiped out of it and went to Anna’s ‘favorited’ contact in your phone.
Chris bailed. Where are you?
You stepped back shyly, not sure which way to head. You figured she would be in the cafeteria, probably with Kara and Sunnie. You decided to stand and wait for another second until she responded.
As you stood waiting, you saw an all black figure out of the corner of your eye. There were a million people moving in and out of the building, but this one was basically speed walking through. You noticed their entire head was down, fixated on the floor… Was that Chan?… The fingernails covered in black and white polish gave you the confirmation.
You could tell he was storming toward the elevator. Normally, you wouldn’t be so forward, but the stars were aligning it seemed like. You mirrored his fast pace and headed after him, off to the large elevator.
“Chris, hey! Wait up!” your voice raised slightly from behind him. You could see hesitancy in the way he slowly started to decelerate, almost shuddering in the process. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he turned his body around towards you. His normal smiley and joking exterior seemed to have gone away.
You finally caught up. “Hey!” you said cheerfully. ‘Game plan: Act like you’re not bothered and/or confused as hell.’ You smiled up to lock it in. “How are you?”
He was pale, almost like you’d be able to see every vein in his body if you tried hard enough. The only color on his face was a pink spot on the tip of his nose, probably from being outside in the cold. With his gaze on you, he looked like he’d seen a ghost.
He didn’t speak for a moment, collecting his bearings once he had finally fully turned to face you, beanie low almost covering his eyes. “I’m okay, how are you?” he said with a tone you could only describe as hollow. Distanced. Apathetic.
“I’m doing okay. Was just sad I wasn’t gonna be able to see you today!” you beamed. You were determined to lay it on thick. “But I’m glad you got everything worked out. I hoped everything was okay?”
He looked down to the flowers still resting in your hands, quickly bringing his eyes back up and settling somewhere on your face, but definitely not your eyes. “Yeah, it’s fine,” he strained out behind semi-gritted teeth. “But I’ve gotta get going upstairs. I’ll see you around.”
With that, he turned his body much quicker than before and paced the few yards away to reach the set of elevators, one of which was about to open.
You couldn’t believe he just brushed you off like that. Going to all the trouble to invite you to his studio, his one sacred space, and now the best he wants to do is “see you around?” Asshole. ‘This is the universe, y/n. This is just the universe giving you your answer. You asked for it and you got it. That’s a good thing isn’t it?’ you questioned yourself. ‘Of course it is. I have my answer. I can just focus on Jungkook from now on.’
Realizing you had just been standing in the middle of the floor, you stepped aside and checked your phone.
From: Anna
he bailed? wtf! on the rooftop with our friends, come find me rn please.
Thank God. You didn’t think you could deal with standing here alone for much longer. You started toward the elevator and waited patiently for it to arrive once you mashed the button.
The rooftop sounded like a cool place. And it was. It was basically additional space for people to hang out NOT inside of a practice room or shooting room. A lot of people would take food up there just to eat and chill with friends. It was fully encapsulated though, just like the first floor, with floor to ceiling windows- windows even comprising the entirety of the ceiling. It had a breathtaking view. You had selfishly hoped Anna would be alone. ‘God damn it,’ you thought as you stepped onto the elevator, pressing the uppermost button for the rooftop and then settling into the back corner. ‘If Anna doesn’t keep her big ass voice down, so help me god.’ You pictured having to cover her mouth with your hand to stop her from letting out expressions that could be heard on the other side of the room. That was one thing about your best friend- nothing was ever inconspicuous with her. You DID love that that meant there were no secrets between you two. What you DIDN’T love was that she inadvertently made both of your business everyone else’s business. AND your other friends were with her. So that’s gonna be awkward. As much as you were thankful for Kara and Sunnie’s friendship, they weren’t exactly known for hating drama. It was definitely best to leave them out of this. ‘God I hope they don’t get too curious. What am I supposed to say?’
You brainstormed different ideas, different lines you could pull to get her one-on-one without seeming like something was wrong. You thought and thought and thought until you arrived at your floor.
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You narrowed your eyes as you scanned the rooftop for your friends. Long cafeteria-style benches lined the middle. As intently as you looked, you didn’t recognize the tops of any of their heads. ‘But is that? Ah fuck.’ It was the top of Felix’s head. Closer look. ‘Oh goody. Changbin, Seungmin, and Han too.’ Behind their slew of heads, you noticed the shorter frames of Anna, Kara, and Sunnie. ‘Cool. This should be cool,’ you sneered to yourself.
As you walked toward the group, you saw Anna’s head first, briskly turning in your direction. She snapped her head back toward the others, said a few words, let out a quick smile, and then unseemingly got up and walked toward you instead. Once she was out of their field of view, she picked up her pace and motioned for you to move backwards toward the elevator. There was a small foyer between the elevator and the rooftop room, so you decided to back track and wait there.
“Are you crazy?!” Anna scream-whispered once she arrived. “You were gonna bring that big ass bouquet in there and not expect people to ask questions?!” she pushed her hand down to motion to the flowers. “BEAUTIFUL big ass bouquet, oh my gosh,” she got side tracked, taking them in her hands and examining them.
“I’ve had more things on my mind than remembering some flowers in my hands. ALSO you told me it would be our friends up here, not an entire crew!”
“Hey, the guys are our friends too,” she frowned, handing the bouquet back.
“You know what I mean!” You pierced into her eyes. “BUT, holy shit Anna that was the best date I’ve ever been on!!!” you squealed. Your voice had raised at least 3 octaves. Your one free hand started flapping freely as you talked. “He was such a gentleman. He held my hand as I walked up the stairs. He made a reservation at this fancy restaurant for us. He helped me take my coat off AND put it back on. He paid for both of us and left a good tip. And, well obviously, he got me these flowers,” you blushed. “And it was just so easy with him! The conversation just kept flowing. The date was over before I knew it. I mean I am kinda relieved its over just because of nerves, but ugh, it was just- it couldn’t have gone any better.” The smile on your face and sparkle on your eyes told Anna that right away, but she let you ramble on. “OH OH and get this! When I went to leave, he KISSED. MY. FOREHEAD. Deadass his lips touched my forehead. And he asked if he could see me again! I- AHHHH!” You hush-screamed, waving your hands all around. Your eyes had closed tight from how much smiling you’d been doing.
“You said yes I’m presuming?” a smirky grin sprawled across her face, eyes looking into yours like she was teasing.
You rolled your eyes with a shit-faced grin. “Yes bitch, I said yes,” you laughed.
“That’s so amazing,” her eyes turned into puppy dog ones now, pout on her lips. “My little bestie is in loveeeee.”
“Okay, let’s not go that far. But yes, it was really reallllly good.” You couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’m just so happy for you… And like, not to ruin the moment, but what happened with Chris?”
You took a deep breath. ‘Not to ruin the moment my ass.’ You closed your eyes for a few seconds and shrugged your shoulders. You didn’t know much, just that he canceled on you and then left you hanging, yet again in the lobby. ‘Just a hot and cold asshole, I guess.’ Your respect for him had basically gone out the window… Buttt, maybe you were being a tad bit unreasonable. Maybe he just got busy. HONESTLY, you were probably reading too much into it. After all, he’d done nothing to make you think that he was interested in you in anyway. That was all just wishing thinking on your end. ‘And ACTUALLY, I should be thankful for him canceling. Now I can put to rest the stupid thought that he wanted to talk to me about anything more than a simple question he was curious about. There was no picking between them, because Chris was never in the equation to begin with. See, that’s good!’ you thought to youself. Still, you couldn’t deny that your heart ached a tiny bit, lost in the possibility of what could have been. But now you’d never know.
You expressed that to Anna as best as you could.
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Chan’s POV:
Chan could physically feel his heart fall into his ass. He set his phone down on the table and proceeded to punch both fists down on either side of his keyboard. Today, he was supposed to be nervous, yes- but not gutted. Not like how he felt now.
You were supposed to be in his studio with him now. He was supposed to be talking to you about how to do well on the show and how he would help you with anything you needed. How if you ever needed a shoulder to cry on, he would always be there for you. Just like last time. But only for you, he wanted you to know. The others were great. His mentee was great too. But none of them were you. None of them captivated him like you. None of them showed their raw emotions, nor got them out of him, like you None of them so effortlessly filled in the gaps that were missing inside of him like you. It had to be you, it just had to.
‘Way to go Chris. Not only did you ruin your shot by not taking it earlier, but now she probably feels like you blew her off… As if she would ever look at you anyways. She has Jungkook now. What more could she want? He’s way more successful, talented, and handsome than you could ever be… You know what? You can’t even be mad at her for going with him. Damn, you would too if you were her. Why would she want someone like you? Can’t do anything right. Couldn’t even get her here in the first place. You just didn’t deserve it. You don’t deserve her.’
With his head dropped low over his keyboard, fists still resting by the keyboard, he wanted to cry. He really really wanted to cry. But makeup was done, and there would only be a few moments for touch ups with so many people shooting today. So no, he couldn’t cry. But damn if he couldn’t get angry.
In a split second, any ounce of sense he had left his body. He started pounding his fists repeatedly into the table holding his keyboard. Hit after hit after hit. He didn’t care how it hurt, he just needed to let the inner pain out. Maybe by doing that, he could replace it. He bounced up out of his seat, darting hid head to look for anything he could get his hands on. A snarl spread wide across his face. A lone pillow sat on his couch, and he lunged down, throwing jabs into it left and right. In that moment, he was thankful for all the makeup to cover his face which had gone completely red with frustration. “GOD DAMN IT,” he screamed with a final punch to the pillow, now moving on to throw punches down into the couch. He felt his knuckles turn red from rubbing harshly against the fabric. Probably rubbed raw, he could tell. But he still didn’t care. He eyed down an empty plastic bottle on the table, rage still written in his face, and took a swift hold on it, using both hands to twist in opposite directions until it was completely deflated. With as much aggression as he could muster, he threw it to the ground and thrusted his heavy boot-covered foot down on top of it to squash it. Another stomp followed, then one after that, then one after that. He threw his entire heart, body, and soul into it with each violent step. “FUCK,” he screamed out, when he was finally satisfied. His teeth still snarled, he took a deep breath and huffed it out as quickly as he brought it in. He sprang toward the door, forcefully opening it before storming out. He didn’t know where he was going yet. He just knew he couldn’t be in that god damned room for one more second. Not without you.
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Y/n’s POV:
You and Anna had made it to the filming rooms on level 10. You made sure to get there a bit early in order to find out which room to go to. There were around 50ish Everyday Idol contestants, not to mention their mentors who were also there to shoot intro materials. It was chaos trying to figure out where to go. You passed by Room #4, locating your name on the sign. Anna, Kara, and Sunnie were also filming in this room. You noted four other names on the sign, so you assumed that all the Stray Kids’ mentees would be here. So naturally, the members would be as well.
‘Fuck my life.’
You each squeezed your way through the crowd to make it past the doorway. You were happy when the first face you saw was Changbin. He was dressed in a fitted black top, dark jeans, black shoes, and a black leather jacket. A single small silver chain finished off the look. It was the first time you’d seen him out of the confines of a practice room, so seeing him all dressed up was a new experience.
They most likely matched your outfits up to give mentors and mentees a similar vibe. You looked down to your own outfit, giving it a final once-over. Tight black pants, a loose black button up that had been styled to hang off your shoulders, chunky boots, and plenty of silver rings, earrings, and bracelets. Your favorite of all was the dainty silver necklace wrapped around your neck with tiny stars and planets dangling off. It was too loose to be considered a choker, but too tight to be a plain necklace. Something about it fitting just right around your neck made you feel some type of new sexy vibe. Well that, plus the muted dark red lip choice was a dead giveaway of what they were going for. The final touchups before walking in had definitely been good to you.
Changbin walked your way, offering a small wave.
“Binnie!” you smiled and hugged him. His thick arms wrapped around you, making you feel safe. “What have you been up to today?”
“We had practice earlier, then a bunch of us ate together. You were invited obviously. Where were you?”
You panicked. The first thing to come to mind is what spilled out. “Oh, you know… just lady problems,” you brought your eye up into a dramatic wink.
“Well that’s something,” he made fun. “I hope you’re okay though?”
‘How sweet.’ “No, I’m totally fine! Just semi-nervous trying to figure out what we’re supposed to be doing today.” You looked around, making a mental note of the others in the room.
“They’ll walk us through it, and we can practice of course! They’ll probably put you in the frame and make you answer a bunch of prompts so other people can get to know you. Where you’re from, likes and dislikes, what you do in the ‘normal’ world, nlah blah blah. Then they’ll probably get some takes of us talking- that part I don’t know much about yet. I do know that you and I will take some photos together at the end. Same for the rest of the members and group photos as well. They will probably want some interaction between only you all. Nothing really to worry about.” He was right, it didn’t sound too bad. Apart from the fact that Chan would be here any minute and even if he didn’t feel it, the awkwardness you would feel is through the roof.
‘Calm and collected, y/n. Calm and collected. Literally what are you worried about? This is gonna be so easy.’
“Obviously I know you, Anna, Kara, and Sunnie, but I can’t quite remember the names of the other girls. I know we all met at drinks the other night, so I feel kinda bad,” he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Don’t feel bad. I really haven’t seen them since that night either.” You knew two of them fairly okay- Mindi and Nisha. They were super sweet, Hyunjin and Minho’s mentees. The other two, you weren’t quite sure about. Alyssa was Jeongin’s mentee and nothing was necessarily wrong with her, she just kept more to herself and didn’t seem very friendly to the rest of the group. Jenna, who had Chan as a mentor, was the same way. I mean surface level, they were fine, and you could all get along well enough. But do you ever get the feeling that someone just isn’t a “girl’s girl?” It’s like that. They aren’t girl’s girls. That’s probably why they clung onto each other.
And if you were honest, you weren’t quite sure how Jenna felt about you. You tried your best to talk with her, to make a connection in some way. Either she didn’t like you or her personality was comparable to a rock. ‘Either way, that is one dry bitch,’ you thought. You’d never say that out loud though. Ever since the night you’d all met up for drinks, something was off about her. An air of “I think I’m better than you” seemed to wear over her like a veil. You remembered how great the conversation was with Chan that night. The way that he looked at you, and how happy you both got when you kept finding things in common. It was like you had endless things to talk about. Even emotional things. You’d give up a lot to be able to go back to that night and experience it again. Maybe Jenna didn’t like you simply because you connected well with her mentor? ‘More than she did, I’m sure,’ you thought while rolling your eyes.
You walked with Changbin to the other side of the room where some of the Skz members and new cast members were all standing around talking. No Chris in sight though, thank god. They caught you up on everything you missed during lunch. Everyone compared outfits, went through what they’d probably have to talk about, all the usual stuff.
Felix pulled you to the side after a few minutes.
“Those flowers earlier were really pretty!” He teased, with a toothy smile spreading across his face.
‘Huh? Did he see me?’
“Aw, thank you! They were definitely some of the prettiest I’ve seen!” you played along, hoping he wouldn’t push further.
“Get them from anyone special?” he asked, again in the same sing-song tone. His cheeks were now stuck out from his smile, raising his eyebrows high on his face. He was definitely trying to wind you up.
‘Fuck, did he see me with Jungkook? I mean that’s fine I guess, but god please don’t make this weird. It was just a first date. Jesus Christ Felix why are you like this?’
“No,” you answered, trying to sound both playful and nonchalant. “It was just a friend. I’ll tell them you said that though! Thanks Felix.”
“No need, I already told him!” Felix winked down at you, nudging his elbow into your side. What the hell?
“Oh really? I didn’t know you two were close like that.” Literally not once had you seen any sign that they’d spoken to each other, let alone were good enough friends to keep in touch about girls they were taking to lunch.
“With Chan-hyung? We’re about as close as two people can get,” he laughed. “No way. I knew all along. And you’re welcome by the way. I may or may not have encouraged it hehe.” You watched as his eyes sparkled while they smiled. It would have been adorable if you had any clue what he was talking about.
All you could do was stare blankly at him. A confused expression must have been on your face long enough for Felix to notice.
“We are talking about Chan-hyung, right?”
“No… I got the flowers from Jungkook,” you said sheepishly.
You could see Felix’s eyes shoot open, going into panic mode. Fight or flight, I guess.
“Wait, are you talking about? OHHH those flowers! The ones from today. Ohhh okay, nevermind. Sorry, I was thinking about something completely different. Ohh okay, I see, I see now,” he rapidly mumbled out. He looked like he could start sweating at any minute, waiting to get your eye of approval before he switched topics.
‘Okay, so 2 possibilities. #1: Felix needs a lot more sleep. Or #2: Chan was going to give me flowers?!?!’
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Hello! Can you write a story about the OC/reader stealing and wearing Bi Han’s uniform, his reaction? Thank you! I hope you are doing well!
Sorry for the wait lovely! Hopefully this is what you had in mind!
You sat on the Grandmaster’s bed in nothing but his tabard, your breasts barely contained by the heavy garment, everywhere else it was loose and flowing and you waited. You weren’t sure how Bi-Han was going to react to you stealing his uniform while he was in the shower, but knowing your lover he wouldn’t be opposed to it, you were hoping it would turn him on.
“Qīn?” His deep voice calls to you, the low timber resonating in your core, “have you seen my uniform, I swear I left it here before my shower.” He stalks into his room, towel slung low across his delicious hips as his flawless torso is on display to you, little rivulets of water cling to his skin before crystallizing into shining diamonds of ice. His shoulder-length, ebony hair hung freely as he walked. He stops when he sees you in nothing but his uniform, his mouth forming a surprised ‘o’ shape as he takes in the sight of you, very quickly his expression darkens with lust and his lips quirk into his signature smirk. “I see there’s a new thief amongst our ranks,” he growls low and circles the bed predatorily.
“Oh, really? Is this yours? I mistook it for mine,” you tease him slightly as you press your thighs together trying to alleviate the mounting arousal you feel as you see the cryomancer eyeing you like prey.
It doesn’t take long before he pounces on you, pinning you to the bed with ease, “what possessed you to wear my clothes,” he pauses to palm your heaving chest, loving the weight of your breasts in his calloused hands. “They don’t even fit qin,” he smirks as he easily pulls your breast out the side of the tabard he brings his cold tongue to the sensitive bud before pulling your nipple into his mouth, enjoying it pebbling immediately at the cold of his mouth.
You sigh and moan lightly as your fingers thread through his wet hair pulling his head closer as arousal pools in your stomach. Bi-Han is being so soft and delicate with you as he palms your other breast and teases your nipple into a stiff peak to match the one in his mouth.
“I love your tits so much qin,” he groans against your chest as he releases his hold on the one in his mouth. A cold hand snakes down your body as two icy fingers prod against your warm, wet opening, you spread your legs wide to accommodate the cryomancer as his fingers sink in.
“Ah! Bi-Han,” you cry out as the cold assaults your body, you don’t have time to worry about the cold though as the cryomancer’s skilled fingers find your sweet spot with practiced precision. He strokes and prods the node as you whimper and whine under him, he teases the bundle of nerves with soft strokes and come hither motions as his cold lips find your neck as he nips and sucks greedily pulling another cry from you.
Bi-Han is in a hurry today it seems as he pulls his fingers free of your warmth and repositions you for his cock, the towel is thrown carelessly to the floor as he runs his cockhead along your silky folds before pressing it in. “Ah fuck,” he breathes, “who’s my good girl? All wet for her Grandmaster already, naughty little thing like you probably got wet just wearing my uniform, does it smell like me? Did that get your little pussy all wet? Just thinking about me wearing it?” He groans as he starts thrusting into you deeply, his cock rearranging your insides to make room for his cock.
“Y-yes Grandmaster, I-I’m a filthy little girl and wanted to smell you while I touched myself but you caught me before I could,” you simper out in between pleasured pants.
His balls slap against your skin as he plows into you, each thrust knocking his fat cock head into your sweet spot as his cock kisses your cervix with every movement. “Such a dirty girl, you couldn’t even wait for me? You needed my cock that badly?” He growls and holds your hips tightly as he continues his onslaught.
You cry out as each thrust pushes you closer and closer to your completion, the arousal starts to become unbearable almost choking as his cock assaults your tight pussy. “B-Bi-Han,” you whimper and warn him of your impending orgasm, but the warning comes a bit too late as your walls clamp tightly around his cock and you tumble over the edge, you cry out loudly as waves of pleasure course through your body. Your head falls back and to the side and you bite your bottom lip hard as your body trembles and convulses in his strong grip.
“Fuck!” Bi-Han nearly yells as your plush walls constrict around his cock and start milking him, eager for his seed, he lets out a low groan as he holds your hips with an icy grip as he frantically slams into you. “Naughty little thing, cumming so quickly, maybe I should cum on your stomach to teach you a lesson,” he threatens.
Your head thrashes from side to side, “no please Grandmaster! Not that! Please! I’m sorry, I’ll be better next time, please, please cum inside me! Please!” You beg frantically as you tighten your pussy, desperate to keep him inside you.
“I guess I’ll oblige this time, since you can apparently at least remember to ask nicely,” he grits out his thrusts becoming sharp and erratic. He stills as his teeth sink into the juncture of your neck to quiet himself as he spills his icy cold cum inside your hot pussy.
You moan loudly as you feel the Grandmaster’s vicious release filling your spent cunt, the sensation always felt so satisfying to you like you did your job properly. Maybe you should steal his clothes more often if this was the outcome.
“Steal my clothes again and you’re going to get a spanking next time too qin,” Bi-Han states as if he could read your mind.
Oh yes, you would definitely be stealing his clothes again, “understood, Grandmaster,” you reply trying to hold back a giggle as you sigh contently as you feel Bi-Han slowly pulling out.
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jealousy🎸 / han x reader
description : Smut
Tw : Argument, yelling , slight crying , nicknames ,oral giving , multiple orgasms , rough kissing , making out, make up sex , cussing
I THOUGHT OF WRITING THIS WHILE DRINKING SOME PEPSI IN MY BED LOL ENJOY IT AND SORRY IF THERE IS BAD SPELLING
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it was about 11:23pm and me and Han came back home from an event standing face to face ,I dont like the way u were touching her Han, I said in a loud voice closing the door behind me, what do u mean bro I wasn't even touchin her in a sexual way?! , he responded in a loud voice , YES U WERE HAN AND IM NOT UR FUCKING BRO IM UR GIRLFRIEND, I said yelling at him , WELL IF U WERE MY GIRLFRIEND Y/N U WOULD UNDERSTAND IT WAS FOR THE PHOTO , he said yelling , OH SO U ADMINT TO TOUCHING HER HUH?, AND I DONT FUCKING CARE IF IT WAS FOR A PHOTO I DIDNT LIKE IT , I said yelling , I WASNT TOUCHING HER IN THAT WAY UR BEING FUCKING INSANE Y/N , he said yelling , IM NOT INSANE UR JUST BEING A HORRIBLE PERSON HOW COULD U CALL UR GIRLFRIEND INSANE , I said yelling , IM NOT HORRIBLE UR JUST A JEALOUS FREAK , he says yelling , UR BEING SUCH A BITCH HAN , I say yelling, I FUCKING HATE U ,he says yelling very loud at me, I was shocked for a second I couldn't believe he would say that to me , I HATE U TOO, I say in a loud way , I go into our room and slam the door behind me , I change into a white shirt and my underwear getting into bed facing the wall so I didnt have to look at Han , on the other hand han was in the bathroom for 10 mins thinking ab what he just had said, Han walked into the room and got changed and layed in the bed facing his back to u , I move around a bit taking thr blanket off of half my body so i could be comfortable , i was laying back curved and legs together I didnt think much of it since I always slept with underwear anyways , han turned around for a bit and looked u up and down he was horny he wanted to squeeze ur ass so badly , he was carving make up sex ,in my mind i was sad did he rlly hate me am I a jealous freak.. I was thinking as some tears fell from my face , Han couldn't just lay there anymore he put his hands on my waist my shirt was lifted a little up anyways , he continued moving his hands up and down my waist and squeezing my thighs and ass , u let out little whismpers as he moved closer to me and started kissing my neck and then my lips roughly and passionately making out with me his hands went up my shirt and he started squeezing my boobs , he whispered in my ear '' im sorry let me make it up to u''
I just nodded as he layed me on my back and removed my underwear tossing it across the room as he starts kissing my inner thigh man this guy loves to tease , he starts by licking and sucking on my clit as my hands went to pull and play with his fluffy long hair , it felt so good and man Han was the BEST at giving head , he slowly moved his tongue around my slit rubbing my clit with his thumb as he whismpered in between, i felt my high coming it was close I pushed his head more down into it as he continued sucking more intense , my eyes started to roll back as my grip on his hair loosened , I felt warm liquid pour down my thighs as he gets up and takes his shirt and pants off and hovers over me , be good for me he says slowly moving his tip and rubbing it on my clit teasing me a bit then puts it in side me like there was not tomorrow he started off slow then picked up the pace , he started whismpering '' fuck so tight for me'' ''so good for me'' '' ur so beautiful princess '' ''im going to make u say my name all night'' , it felt so good and his wismpers were sending me off the top , i felt my high coming so close once again '' u make me feel so good Han '' I say whismpering in his ear as I feel warm liquid pour down me once again but this time it was both of us leaving a bigger mess , he started fucking my liquids back inside of me making me let out some quiet but soft moans , he kept going and I felt so sore , '' come on u can handle one more darling'' he says as he continues to thrust inside of me as his name kept coming out of my mouth nonstop whimpering '' han ah'' ''ah han'' ''han ah '' untill I feel more and more juices pour down me once again , he stops and we get cleaned up and once again end up In the bed but this time cuddling as he constantly whispers apologys in my ear for saying he hates me reasuring me how much he loves and cares for me '' btw I love hearing u moan my name constantly its so hot'' he says smirking at me .
I HOPE YALL LIKED IT I PUT MY BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS INTO THIS ONE I RLLY TIRED SO YEAH LOL.
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I see you talking about ouat and it unlocked thoughts that have been neatly filed away for years so here I am, yelling them at you.
I assume at this point spoilers arent a problem anymore for you but you said you originally didn't watch past the frozen but a warning just in case.
I kept watching for quite a long time, but I quit after the whole thing with ruby and Dorothy because what? it just felt so incredibly forced and badly written? and I'd gotten so annoyed because before we'd already had the whole thing with aurora and mulan, which I was rooting for but okay, that didn't work out, too bad for mulan. then we get a perfect set up for ruby and mulan. and it's just. never mentioned again???? ruby comes back eventually but wtf happened to mulan? it annoyed me so fucking much let me tell you.
also I remember trying to write out family/relationship trees and stuff for ouat to see how weirdly convoluted everything got. was very impressed that it seemed they managed to avoid accidentally having incest or something in the show with everything that was going on there.
I have so many more things but this has already gotten way longer than intended. do you have a favourite part of the show? I'm assuming your favourite characters is either regina or emma?
Oh man all of that brings back memories. I didn't stick around long enough for Ruby and Dorothy, but I got the sense that they were doing it to try and counteract the "avoiding Swan Queen because homophobia" allegations.
(I actually don't think they WERE avoiding Swan Queen because of homophobia, necessarily. I think it was never their intent to begin with; they just happened to attract a sapphic audience who were deeply on the Enemies to Lovers train. I do think they may have indulged in a bit of queerbaiting, though, because of some Emma/Regina moments that happened after the writers definitely knew the ship existed. I think it was never going to be canon, but they handled it poorly once they realized that people saw it as an option.)
I stopped watching around Frozen for a couple of reasons:
On a personal level, I just got sick of seeing the characters I shipped with other people. That's not an objective problem; it's my opinion and not everyone will agree. But to me, Hook was a whiny insecure manchild and Robin had the personality of Clippy the MS Word paperclip, and damnit, I wanted Emma and Regina to kiss each other instead of them!
On a This Is Bad Storytelling level, I HATED how Frozen was integrated. Earlier stories had been a nice blend of traditional fairytales with Disney adaptation elements- Beauty and the Beast where Gaston and Chip are both kind of there but in subtler ways, for example, or Cinderella where her dress resembles the 1950s animated version but everything else is different. Frozen, though, was just...Frozen. The entire plot of the movie Frozen had happened before the characters entered the OUAT storyline, their costumes were identical to those in the movie, and while I've heard that they added some different backstory- it just wasn't the "Hans Christian Andersen story with subtle Disney touches" that I would have expected from earlier seasons.
Personally, I don't think the initial curse should have been broken in a season. I feel like that locked them into a pattern of having to continually invent a new Darkest Evilest Most Powerful Magic EVER!!!!! to top the previous season, and that took them to some really weird places (I heard they went to literal hell at one point?). The show had a cool premise and some interesting ideas- I loved how they managed to give individual kingdoms distinct cultures and even fashions. You can tell the "look" of Snow White's kingdom from Cinderella's and Cinderella's from Ariel's, etc.
Everyone who would watch an entire season of Abigail's Ancient Greek Steampunk-ish kingdom, raise your hands. Seriously, so cool.
But something went wrong, IMO around season 4. I'm not sure if the show had just outlived its original concept or had outside pressures pulling it in different directions or what. All I know is, as far as I'm concerned, the show ends when Emma and Henry leave Storybrooke in season 3A. Pity It Was Cancelled So Soon, etc.
(although OOC Matronly SnowTM would have been perfect for live slug reaction memes, so there's that)
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Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.3)
Nobody asked me, but the thought of sending my beloved couple on a new journey didn't let me go. Welcome to a new adventure! No idea how many chapters there will be :) Pain continues leading me to art :)
English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.
Description: Buggy and Catherine have clues as to where to find the map. Our treasure hunt is picking up speed!
Warnings: Fun, fluff, adventureee! Shitty shit :)
Words: 4112 (sorry again)
Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.
Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk
The title is taken from "Life Must Have It's Mysteries" by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).
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“Could you be more focused, Buggy? Please!”
“What? I do nothing!”
“Stop grabbing my ass, asshole!! I’m trying to read and collect all the information we have into one whole. And you're distracting me!" Catherine threw his hand off her buttocks.
“It's not me! Baby, it's you!” Buggy made innocent eyes and poked Catherine's nose with his finger. “You're lying naked next to me. Can you imagine how hard it is not to touch you?!”
“You're pissing me off already! For the last time, I'm not naked! I'm in a t-shirt! See?” She tugged at her clothes.
“That’s mine! So it counts as you being naked!”
She rolled her eyes at him. “You're disgus… Hey! What the fuck?!” Catherine moved her hand under her buttocks and reached for his separated hand. "Really? Damn you and your chop chop abilities, fucking clown!! That’s it! You're behaving badly and I’m keeping your hand!”
“Hey, give it back!”
“Nope!!”
“You'd think that would stop me?” Buggy pulled Catherine towards him with one hand and began kissing her neck.
“No, let me go!!” She tried to fight back with the papers and his hand. “Can I ask you..oh, shit..a question, my blue-haired bastard?”
He nodded and continued kissing her neck.
“Have you ever.. oh, fuck so good… had a girlfriend before me? I feel like they've either been gone a long time or never existed.”
“Of course I had girls. But cotton candy, you are not just a random girl. You’re my one and only favorite pie.” He looked into her eyes and kissed her lips.
“That's it! Let me go, fucking octopus!!! Or I'll rip your Buggy Balls off.” Catherine playfully hit him with the papers again.
“Shit!” He loosened his grip.
Catherine finally sat down, leaning on the headboard of the bed. “Are you kidding me? We had sex for two hours! Give me a break!” She ruffled his hair with his hand she held in hers.
Buggy looked upset. Catherine glanced at him, smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “Oh! Don't be sad!” She pointed at her shoulder with his hand. “C’mere, my silly clown!”
Buggy happily scooted over to her, took his hand back, put his head under her armpit, and began to run his fingers over the sheets.
“Any of your favorite riddles in here?”
“I don't see any yet and hopefully I won't.” Catherine hugged him around his shoulder, kissed the top of his head and heard her stomach murmur. “See what you did to me, my insatiable clown? I'm hungry now!”
Buggy turned his head slightly and looked at her from under his eyebrows “Do you want me to go get you something?”
“Can you?” She stroked his cheek and made puppy eyes.
“Baby, for you, I'll walk through death, scary sea currents and I’ll even go to a cafe to buy you fast food.”
“Then get me a bucket of chicken wings, fries, and a Coke, please!” She kissed his temple.
Buggy got out of bed, exhaling loudly, pulled on his pants, t-shirt, sneakers and walked out of the room.
“Thank god I'll at least get a break from him!” Catherine pulled on her pajama pants.
She was lying on her stomach with her legs dangling when she heard the sound of the door opening.
“I'm back, my cotton candy! I allowed myself the nerve to buy you your favorite double cheeseburger with extra cheese. And just for your information, a nice girl wanted to ask for my phone number but I happily told her I was already occupied with some pretty red-haired bitch.”
“Oh, stop lying, clown. Who needs you besides me! No one will put up with your whining every day. This punishment went to me.” She pushed the papers aside, got up off her stomach and sat on the bed on her knees.
“Ouch! A blow straight to the heart!” Buggy flopped down beside her, placing a large bucket of wings on the bed.
“Your burger, ass.” He handed her the box.
“With extra cheese!! Thank you, my blue-haired hero!!” Smack, smack, smack. “Have I told you I love you?"
“Nope, first time I've heard.” He kissed her temple and stroked her back with his hand. “Did you find anything?”
“Actually, yes!” Catherine took the burger out of the box and took a bite. “God, it's delicious. Here, try it.” She brought the burger up to his mouth. “Tasty?”
He took a bite, nodded and mumbled with his mouth full. “And what did you find?”
“Geeez, I still have to teach and teach you manners! Chew on that first!” Catherine laughed, took a napkin and wiped his mouth.
“Screw you!” He swallowed the food and pecked Catherine on the cheek. He snuggled against her, put one hand on her waist and stared at the papers.
Catherine made herself comfortable beside Buggy. She couldn't contain her smile and gave him another bite of her burger.
“You're so warm, my Buggy Bear. I love you. So… While you were gone, I looked at what's available and what this girl told us-- Vivi or whatever her name is. Anyway, look. The map and possibly this cryptex are right here." She jabbed her finger at the map and then reached for a french fry and put it in Buggy's mouth. "You see, there are some coordinates and arrows mentioned in these copies. There seems to be some kind of building here. Vivi wrote down two letters in my notebook. BW. I don't know what that is..”
“I know only one group with these BW. Baroque Works. Shit! And if so, we have a little problem!”
“What? Why?” Catherine turned her head towards him.
“Let's just say I have a little problem with them.” Buggy smirked.
“What? Who are they?” She turned to face him and crossed her legs.
“Well.. They're a criminal syndicate." He scratched his cheek.
“What??” Her jaw dropped.
Buggy shrugged.
“Oh my God! What have you done?” Catherine blinked her eyes and didn't take her eyes off him.
“Oh, Cathie-pie, I did a lot of things.” He chuckled mischievously, took her hand and kissed it.
“My dear Buggy Bear. I love you and hate you with all my heart but.. Can I ask for a favor? If you gonna ask me to marry you, tell me more about yourself. Ok? So.. you know. There won't be any surprises later.” She took a couple more sticks of potatoes and put them in her mouth.
“What? Afraid of that one day I’ll run away and leave you with our ten kids?”
Catherine choked on french fries. “Are you crazy? We will never have ten kids. No…” She turned and pressed her back against his chest. “I’m just afraid that based on the information that suddenly came over me, one day you will be captured and put in some prison.”
Buggy scratched his head and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Well, I got out of an underwater prison once and I can do it a second time, I guess.”
“Holy crap, what?! You were in jail? For what?” She goggled at him.
“I'm telling you, I did a lot of things before we met.” He took and kissed her hand again.
“So you're not just a mentally unstable clown who runs the circus?” Catherine squinted her eyes, slightly pursed her lips and ran her hand through his hair.
“Na-ah!”
Catherine stared at him for a long moment and didn't know what to say back. She suddenly laughed, causing him genuine surprise.
“You're not running away from me screaming in disgust?” Buggy raised his eyebrows.
“Why would I run away? Are you still hoping to get rid of me? I have bad news for you, my silly clown. I'm not going anywhere.” She reached for the fries and put them in his mouth again. “Eat up. You've had a busy life and I love it. These are the things that make you special." She noticed his surprised look when she said the word “special”. “But you're gonna tell me everything one day, right?”
He kissed her temple. “Better give me some more fries, baby. It’s yummy! And from your hands it tastes even better.”
Catherine took one potato stick and put half of it in her mouth. “Take one yourself!” She looked at him intently and squinted her eyes.
He leaned toward her to take a second bite, hoping to kiss her and continue their evening as he wanted, but Catherine quickly grabbed a new potato stick and put it in his mouth.
“Ha! Gotcha!!” She chuckled and did a little victory dance with her hands.
“Little shit!” He hugged her around her waist tightly.
“Ok! Back to our business. I don't understand one thing. If it all lies in a building owned by these Baroque Works, why don't they go looking for this diamond? It's worth a lot of money.”
“I don't know. Maybe they don't even know they have the map.” Buggy rested his chin on Catherine's shoulder.
“Great! What are we gonna do? You're suggesting we break into a mob syndicate building, look for the map and cryptex, even though we don't even know exactly where to look.”
“Sounds cool, doesn't it?” He chuckled.
“No! Not cool at all, Buggy! Do you even think with your head once in a while? It's one thing when you're talking nonsense at home, but here–”
“Cathie-pie, don't forget you're with me! We don't need a plan!” He stroked her hands.
“That's what scares me, that I'm with you! And besides…” Catherine kept silent for a moment.
“What?”
“I'm worried about you now.” She took his hand and started running her thumb over his knuckles. “You said you have troubles with these mobsters, it's dangerous for you to go in there. They can't cut you up, but they can kick your ass or torture you. I don't want you to get hurt or.. to lose you.”
He hugged her tightly and kissed her temple. “Don’t worry, my cotton candy. I’m Buggy the Clown. And Buggy the Clown always gets out of trouble.”
“Maybe Buggy the Clown needs to stop getting into trouble?”
“How boring my life will be then!”
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“Either you and I are the luckiest people in the world, or I don't know how to explain it.” Catherine sat cross-legged on the hood of the car, staring at the copies of the pages. “Look. Apparently, this building keeps the map here.” She pointed her finger at the map. “It may or may not have been bricked up when the building was built. I don't know exactly. A circle with a line below is mentioned. This is Shen.”
“What the hell is this?” Buggy asked when he was rearranging things in the trunk.
“This's a protective sign on stelae or in tombs, and also as an amulet. And it was closely associated with many gods.” Catherine tapped her toes.
“Oh, no! No gods again!” Buggy grumbled loudly.
“We live in Egypt, my little bear. There are gods everywhere.” She stared at her notes.
“What about the cryptex?”
“I don’t know.. Let me see. I don't know. It's somewhere…under the floor?”
“What do you mean under the floor?” He walked up to the hood.
“Directly. Two lines and a circle. You see, two lines and a circle are drawn here. And apparently we need to look under this drawing.” She ran her finger over the drawing.
“Sounds like their sign.” Buggy crossed his arms and look at Catherine.
“Whose?”
“Baroque Works. Two crossed swords instead of lines and a skull instead of a circle. You know, in the spirit of pirate Jolly Rogers. Shit! I like that! You and I are just like Bonnie and Clyde, cotton candy!” He rubbed his hands contentedly.
“I don't want to be like Bonnie and Clyde.”
“Why?”
“They were killed, Buggy. Anyway, what if the cryptex is not under this sign? I don't know when this building was built or when the cryptex was hidden there. I have one theory, of course.” She glanced at him. “Okay. So how do I get there?” Сatherine pointed at the large gray building near which they had been standing for a couple of hours.
“How do I get there? Have you lost your mind? You won't go there alone! No!”
“You won't go there either.” She called him with her hand. Buggy came closer to her. Catherine wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her head against his chest. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll find the map. I can handle it.”
“I know you can handle it, but I said no.” He stroked her arms. “There's no way in hell I'm letting you go in there alone. The conversation is over.”
“My hero!” Catherine hugged him tightly and glanced at him. “I love you.”
“Oh, my God. We're not dying! Why all the drama, Cathie-pie?” Buggy rolled his eyes.
“You spoiled my romantic moment, jackass.” She raised her head and straightened his ponytail with her hands. “So. What’s the plan?”
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“I don't even know how I got involved with you.” Catherine grumbled as they made their way through the underground passage. “Couldn't we have gotten to them some other way?”
“How? Through the front door? Oh, sorry, Baroque Works, we're looking for the map and the cryptex, can we come by your place for a couple hours and walk around the building. Is that how you envisioned it?”
“Oh, sorry. I bet you know better how to break into buildings, Mr. "You know, Catherine, I was in jail!” She imitated his voice.
“Quiet!” Buggy covered her mouth with his palm and looked up. “Do you hear footsteps? We're somewhere under the building.”
"Afhrjeen?”
“What?” Buggy turned around to her.
Catherine slapped his palm and pulled his hand away. “Where are we?”
“How on earth would I know where we are? We'll have to check. Wait here.” Buggy separated half of his body and reached up top, pushing back a small hatch.
“What's up there?” Сatherine asked in a whisper.
“The corridor.”
“Get me up!” Catherine continued whispering. Buggy gathered himself back, he placed one palm on top of the other and held his interlocked hands out for Catherine.
She climbed with her feet on his arms. “Why don't you use your chop chop thing and pick me up?” She watched him shrug in response. “Idiot!” She shook her head.
Catherine climbed through the trapdoor and found herself in a wide hallway decorated with large columns. On the floor she saw a red carpet.
“Buggy, where are you?” She leaned over to the hatch and gave him a hand.
“I'm coming.” He climbed out of the hatch and crouched beside her. “Further where?”
“I don't know! The notes said the east side of the building.”
“Where are we now?” He stood up and helped her to get up.
“Jesus, Buggy, I don't know!” Catherine grumbled in a whisper.
They heard footsteps approaching.
“Get back!” Buggy pushed Catherine behind a column. She pulled him by his pants toward her.
“Hey! Careful!!” He looked at her unhappily.
Catherine pulled him to her and glanced at his face.
“I bet you're getting turned on by all this!” Buggy winked at her.
“God, you're disgusting sometimes.” She rolled her eyes.
A man with two figures in the shape of swans on his shoulders and a fat tall man with the number 4 on his clothes passed by.
“Why do they look so weird?” Catherine asked in a whisper.
“Do you really want to talk about this now? Let's go!” Buggy took her firmly by the arm and dragged her behind him.
They tried to walk as quickly and inconspicuously as possible to the east side of the building.
“You know, I think there must be the cryptex around here somewhere. The buildings on the inside look like the ones the Tania communities built under the Pharaohs. You know, Cretan-Mycenaean cult and all that.” Catherine whispered and pointed at the walls and doors.
“I have no idea what you're talking about!” Buggy started grumbling and getting nervous.
“It doesn't matter. Listen, in buildings like this, cryptexes or something important was hidden in the central chambers of the chief lord. I wish I knew where the head lord's office was.”
“Over there!” Buggy pointed his finger at the door.
“How do you know?”
“Well, I was there once.” He shrugged one shoulder.
“Oh, my God!” Catherine squeaked loudly.
“Quiet!” Buggy put his hand over her mouth again.
They walked down the corridor, sometimes hiding behind columns so no one would see them. They were sneaking down one of the corridors when Catherine noticed the circle on the wall.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We're close!” She quickly looked around the walls, peeked under the carpet, and looked at the walls again. “I don't understand. The map should be on the east wall. We're definitely in the east. It's still pretty early and the sun is still shining on this side.” Catherine felt the wall with her hands. “There must be some kind of ancient safe or something. It's the way they've always done it.”
“Maybe they moved it.”
“What do you think they were doing, tearing down the wall? No! The map's been buried here for a long time.”
“Dammit, someone's coming.” Buggy heard footsteps approaching and pulled her by the hand to hide behind a column. “Catherine, over here.”
“They're messing up the walls.” She pulled her hand away and began to move both of them along the wall.
“What?”
“They messed up the walls! Probably the building was built by people who don't understand geography.”
“I don't care about fucking geography! We need to hide now!” Realizing she wouldn't budge, he separated his arms and dragged her behind a column. “Are you even listening to me?” He looked at her angrily, attaching his hands.
As soon as the footsteps passed, Catherine looked around the spatialization once more.
“The office!!” She shrieked and rushed into the room.
“Сatherine, goddamn it!” Buggy rolled his eyes.
“Run to the other wall, look for the map. I'll look for the cryptex here.”
“No! I'm not leaving you here!” He ran after her into the office.
“The two of us can get out of here faster!”
“Are you kidding me? We're in the building of one of the most dangerous syndicates in the world! I said no!!”
Сatherine was poking around the office when a voice came from behind her. “Hey! Who are you??”
She froze and turned her head. Catherine saw a young man who wore a golden crown on top of his red hair and had number 9 written on his cheeks. He also wore a green suit with white lace along with a ruffled red scarf.
Catherine looked around the room but didn't see Buggy. “Fucking clown!” She thought.
“Me? Me..I'm your new cleaning lady. I'm cleaning up.”
“You're lying to me. Who are you?”
“I’m…”
He suddenly pulled out a bat and stood next to the table.
“Oh shit! You know it's wrong to hit girls, right?” Catherine took small steps backward.
“But you're not the girl, you're a thief.” He swung his bat in his hand.
“But still the girl!” She tried to look out into the hallway out of the corner of her eye and understand whether she would have time to get there somehow.
The man slowly walked away from the table. “Should I take you to our boss, baby?” Said the man.
Catherine was about to clam up but she saw a detached hand tap the shoulder of the man with the bat. The man turned around and a flying fist slapped him in the face and he fell to the floor.
“Shit, I hate it when someone other than me calls you baby!” Buggy crawled out from under the table and attached his arm back.
“Where have you been?”
“As soon as he came in, I hid under the table, but you didn't hear me or see me because you were yelling so loud that the whole building could hear you!” He came closer to her.
“I wasn't yelling, idiot! How could you leave me and watch that psycho threaten me?”
“I was right there!” He pointed to the table. “I was waiting for the right moment! Cotton candy, I realize you like to take it out on me but there's no time for our squabble. The cryptex, remember?”
“Right! Watch the hallway!” Catherine started to move the carpet, “Fuck! It's heavy. But the cryptex has to be here. It was always hidden in the center of the room!” She saw Buggy's hands helping her move the rug out of place. “I told you to watch the hallway. What the hell?”
She looked up and didn't know how not to laugh out loud. The body stood beside her while the head peered out the doorway. “You're amazing, my silly clown.”
They pulled back the rug.
Catherine looked closely at the pattern on the floor, it was faintly visible. “Look! Look! The drawing!”
“Better hurry up, because Baroque Works' agents could be here at any moment.” Said the floating head near the door.
“Yeah, yeah! Wait!" Catherine tapped the floor lightly. "It's moving! The drawing's moving! What was it like? Three east, two west, one east and one south.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It's a part of stupid old counting rhyme I read in a book about pharaohs and communities like that.”
“Jesus, have you ever had a life?”
“Shut up, clown!” Catherine rotated the drawing several times according to the words of the counting rhyme. “It's open! It's open!” She quickly put her hand through the gap. “It's gone!”
“What?” Buggy asked in surprise.
“There's no cryptex!”
“Are you sure?”
“No, I took it and then hid it again. Of course I'm sure. Where is it?” Catherine started crawling on the floor.
“Fuck the cryptex, someone's coming.” Buggy put his head back on his body and grabbed Catherine's arm. “Let's get out of here. We should at least find the map.”
“But-- “
“No buts. We'll figure it out as we go. If we get caught, trust me, it's gonna be bad.” He dragged her toward the exit of the office.
They both stuck their heads out the doorway and looked around.
“Where to now?” Buggy asked in a whisper.
“Well, if it's not the east side of the wall, we need to go to the west side. It's that way!” She pointed the direction with her finger.
“Let's hurry up then, shall we?” He grabbed Catherine and threw her over his shoulders.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” She started squealing.
“Can you stop yelling? Someone's coming this way!”
Footsteps and voices were getting closer by the second.
Buggy ran in the direction Catherine pointed.
She was hanging on his shoulder. “This is completely indecent, Buggy. I can see your ass.”
“Like you've never seen my ass before.” He grumbled and laughed.
“I hate you!”
They heard shouting coming from the office where they were a couple minutes ago.
“Ooh, this is bad. I bet they're sending their aides to search the whole building to look for us.” Buggy turned down another hallway.
Catherine tried to focus on the walls.
“Wait! Wait!” She started hitting him on the back. “The Shen!!!”
Buggy stopped and lowered Catherine to the floor.
She ran her hands along the wall. “Arrows. I got it! The arrows in the map weren't just arrows. There are serifs on the rocks. They need to be turned. Help me!”
The adjacent corridors were becoming noisier with each passing second.
“Catherine, honey, we don't have more than a couple minutes. Which way to turn?” There was worry in Buggy's voice.
“You turn these rocks, I'll turn these rocks. This way and this way.” She pointed in the right direction. “Ready? One, two, three!”
They turned the stones at the same time and heard a click.
“It's open!!! It's open!!!” Catherine put her hands on the rock with the drawning.
“Yeah, that's great. But hurry up!”
“Hey, you!” A man’s voice came from the hallway.
They both looked in the direction of the voice. The man with a number 4 on his clothes called out to them.
“Oh, my God. He's like an overgrown child!” Catherine's eyes widened.
“Shit!" Buggy pushed her behind a column and pressed the center stone.
The man rushed toward them. Buggy slipped his hand through the gap and pulled out a roll of paper from there. He quickly ran toward Catherine.
“Good news, my Cathie-pie. I stole the map. Second news, we have to run.”
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I have a question and I would like your opinion on it I that’s alright🥰
Yandere!Minsung..how do you think they’d feel about their third getting a little too close with the members? I.e. giving them pecks on the cheek as a greeting, hugging them randomly, cuddling with some, etc.?
Considering all we've talked about them in this blog, this one is easy to guess.
Honey, they'll be mad mad. They're already possessive as hell in normal settings, so being yandere would increase this to an unhinged level.
They can't even stand seeing their third smiling at someone else, something that mundane. In their mind, their partner should be always with them and only pay attention to them.
For fuck's sake, they don't even allow their partner to wear her own clothes around the house, only using their shirts and pants because it feels like a solid proof of their ownership over her.
The're rarely away from their third, so in order for her to get close to the members, it must happen when neither Han or Minho are near. Maybe she does it to tease them, maybe she does it because she likes it maybe she simply wants some resemblance of security. Anyway, it's the only time she can break the rules because MinSung wouldn't cause an scandal in front of the members, so their hands are tied, clenching white knuckles as she stumbles in and gives her affection to the other members so carelessly.
First of all, there's no need for her to greet the members. They already know her. She's supposed to be by MinSung's side inmediatly and don't move far.
When she goes and kisses Changbin on the cheek for whatever reason, Minho looks at the scene while blinking repeteadly and tonguing with his cheek in a barely repressed scowl. Jisung stares with a dark frown, shifting in his seat constantly and toes tapping the floor. Minho aproachs her quickly as soon as Changbin doesn't see, grabs her roughly by the chin and cleans her lips with his finger, murmuring threats a breath away off her face.
When she's found cuddling Felix because no one can say no the boy, Jisung doesn't waste time in ripping her away harshly, moving her right next to him with an iron like grip. Minho pushes away Felix "playfully" and chuckles darkly, telling him to please don't do it again. Later, they keep her caged between their bodies and bruising her skin with their fingers, hushing her whimpers of pain with dark glares. Didn't she want to be cuddled? They're giving her just that. She should be grateful they haven't throw her in their laps and spank her for her bratting.
If she's caught hugging one of the members casually, they feel the blood boil underneath their skin. Minho's cat reflexes allow him to stop the hug before it even happens, playing it off with a innocent grin like "he was passing by" or "he needs to speak to her about something", but when he turns his head towards her, his eyes alone make her crumble and fill her with dread. Jisung doesn't even hide it and screams "ya! what are you doing hugging her?" and the members laugh because they think it's all harmless, but they don't notice his teeth clenching and the veins on his neck popping out. He storms towards the scene and separates them, hugging her tightly while glaring at the other boy. She feels his nails scratching where he's holding her and tries to escape, but he only strenghtens his hold and whispers in her ear just how badly she fucked up, how Hyung and him are going to remind her to not let others touch what's theirs.
In short, it'll be disastrous. They'll lock her in their house for days until she learns her lesson, maybe some angry punishment sex here and there where they don't let her cum. Minho forces her to take a bath to cleans off the smell/touch the others left on her skin, the skin that's supposed to be touched only by them. They keep her glued to their side, like she's joint at their hips. Jisung is most likely to get into a fight with the members because of it, unable to supress his frustration and jealousy.
Eventually, she's not even allowed to chat with other members unless MinSung are with her.
Tagging my lovelies: @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha in case they have more ideas to add
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Short scenario that I had:
So imagine Jon and Han (the woman) would already meet up and have drinks a couple of times and hang out casually.
Like imagine them being drunk and Han bringing Jon home to her place, because he drank too much again and she didnt get him to tell her his address, so they end up in her apartment.
Her roommate is gone for the night so she just throws him in her roommate bed.
"Now you can sleep, puke or whine all you want like a baby. Anyway I am gonna wash up-"
But before she can finish her sentence she gets pulled into the bed as well, lying on top of Jon.
"Did you just call me baby?", he asked while smirking.
"Fuck no.", she said while laughing to brush it of.
"Hmmm...", he said. He actually liked it and wished she would call him by more names...or stay the night.
"Anyway I gotta go and sleep."
"Alrighty, but do it here instead yeahhh?", he said and put his arms around her neck. "It looks like we would make out in a sec, hahha!", he added.
Even tho Han was taller than Jon and would also do some Sport regularly, he was kinda strong and wouldn't let go.
Jon loved to be underneath her and couldn't resist to kiss her on the lips quickly. He smiled like an idiot and was embarrassed but also proud of his actions.
"Did you like it?", he grind.
Han was to confused and sexually frustrated and wanted to destroy this man so badly. But she didn't know if this was a really good idea.
"Common mommy, make me be your good boy, I am begging you.", he whispered in her ear.
This was all she needed to finally give in to his teasing and flirting. She roughly kissed him and started to grind on him, which lead to him moaning and whimpering in pleasure.
"Yes mommy! Fuck it feels so good! I love it soo much,mhh!" Especially the leg between his legs made him lose control and after some sec he already came.
"Oh, did you already cum without any permission?", she asked.
John blushed and was scared but also excited what was going to happen now.
But little did he know that this was going to be a long night.
#smut#original character's#story#dom girl#sub boy#omega girl#alpha boy#making out#drunk#imagine#scenario
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Sweetheart
Pairings: switch!Hanji x shy!reader
Warnings: smut,MDNI,cursing
Notes: Your lines: red,Han's lines: green hope this ain't too much for my first writing😭tell me if i made any mistakes
You and Han has never been into parties that badly but today ya'll decided to go to a club. Maybe it was about to be the best choice but maybe not,you never knew,or did you?. Han has always been a shy person and he doesn't like loud places and you understood it complety,matter of fact you were fine with it. Meanwhile you on the other hand liked to make friends. Another thing to know about you is that you loved dancing and while you did that Han ordered some drinks. "This party is fucking amazing" "Is it baby? Do you like it?" "Yes i do,but I'll take a break now" "Alr honey, here! I ordered some drinks" "Ty angel" "Ofc anything for u sweetheart". Now him calling you any pet name already had you feeling butterflies,but sweetheart...it made you so fucking wet. He noticed how red your face was and he got worried thinking that the barrista put something in your drink. "Are you okay sweetheart?". And there was the name "sweetheart" again. At this point you were soaking and you looked at him with begging eyes. "Meet me in the washroom,as soon as possible". He got worried,you got worried "what the fuck came to my mind?! We never did it i don't even know if he has any condom with himself. I mean dumb fucker why would he?! Obviously he wasn't counting with that I was gonna get needy" you thought to yourself as you were already in the washroom. "What does she want? Does she wanna break up? Does she wanna take the promise ring off of her finger?" Han's thought went crazy and it just kept going. "Does she wanna do it? Right here? That's not possible...no way". Well his last thought was right,you did wanna do it. "Hi baby... why did u say that we need to meet up??" "I wanna ask you something" "Ask it right ahead" "I got fucking needy i want you and ur dick right here right now,pls" "oh...really??" "Yes pls" "Honey are you sure? Can't you wait till home?" "No i can't Han Jisung,i fucking can't" "Alr then sweetheart" "fuck,you calling me sweetheart" "oh so thats why you wanted to see me". He said that sentence and with that he pulled you closer by your waist and kissed you deeply. He loved the sound that you made,you technically whimpered inside his mouth. "Just like that,good girl" "Fuck me Jisung pretty pls" "Since you asked so nicely i guess i don't have any other choice but to ruin you".He then took off your shirt and now you were in a bra only. "May i?" You couldn't say anything just only mumble a "yes" inside his mouth because he still wouldn't break the kiss. He then unhooked ur bra and one of his hand made its way to hold one of ur boob and then he broke the kiss only to suck ur other boob. "Fuck". Now he was done sucking ur boobs and holding them he made his way to ur skirt and he unbuttoned it only to reveal your wet panties. He guided his thumb finger to ur clit and he started rubbing it "So wet for me huh?" But before you could say anything he pushed two of his digits inside ur wet hole finding your g-spot. You started to clench around his thick fingers and you could clearly see that he was smirking because you were standing infront of the bathroom mirror just only to see your pathetic self. "See how good i make you feel,isn't that right princess?" "T-That's right sir" "Who's fingering you this good? Say my name or I'll stop" "You,you do Han,only y-you" "good fucking girl".
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Nate Shelley should DIAF and suffer forever
I remember thinking when S2 of "Ted Lasso" ended that they were definitely going to try to do some sort of redemption arc with Nate as a key part of S3, and also dreading it because I doubted they were going to pull it off successfully. I wanted to be wrong, because I really hated Jaime during S1 and they managed to get him through a good redemption arc and turn him around. But Nate's actions were much more repulsive than even the worst of Jaime's behavior in S1, and I got the feeling the writers weren't going to understand Nate's arc was going to have to account for that.
What I didn't expect was the show to just chuck all of Nate's character development through S2 out, pretend he had a personality transplant, and expect us to just forget. I have no idea why the writing tanked so hard on this but it did.
Nathan Shelley is a sexist and a bully. He always was a bully. The very first thing we see Nate do? He runs across the pitch to scream at Ted and Beard for being on the grass. Nate can't yell at anyone who actually works for the team, but he sees an opportunity to yell at people who aren't part of the team and he leaps at it, almost literally. (Should he be telling unknown people not to be on the grass? Yeah. He doesn't tell, he runs and screams.) It's played for laughs, of course, that the guys he thought he could chastise without repercussions are his new bosses. But we see this pattern with Nate over and over. As soon as he feels like he's in a superior position over anyone, he bullies them.
The whistle he gets at the end of S1 when he gets promoted? Ted has to take it away. I noticed when I was rewatching, Nate keeps blowing the whistle indoors. He's so addicted to having that power, Ted has to take his whistle away and give him one that doesn't work to stop him from doing it inside.
Obviously right off the bat in S2 he starts bullying Will, which just gets progressively worse during the season. He publicly bullies Colin too, and only apologizes because Beard makes him do it. It's a credit to the acting that we can feel how much Nate is seething through the apology and the scene with the jersey afterward, but Nate, the character, is enraged that he's been made to apologize.
Nate's also a sexist asshole. He makes a number of comments about women that are gross as hell during S1. The episode where he's promoted to being a coach, when at first he thinks he's being fired, he turns to Rebecca and calls her a "harpy." The OWNER of the club, he picks a specifically gendered insult to throw at her in his rage. And of course, he assaults Keeley. I know a lot of people don't want to call it an assault, but he knows full well Keeley is not interested in him, that she's in a relationship with Roy, that she's not coming on to him and is in fact going out of her way to do him a personal favor, and he forces her into a kiss anyway. The magnitude of that fuck up was really glossed over on the show and, unfortunately, by quite a few of the fans. Keeley being hot, or physically close to Nate in the scene, or open about sex and her sexuality, doesn't make it okay for a guy who knows 100% she's not interested or available to force sexual contact on her.
There's more evidence of Nate's sexism too. When he gives the speech before the Everton match, he specifically uses gendered insults on Colin and Issac, but not on Sam or Dani. He says Issac has been playing like a "big dumb pussy" and talks about Colin waxing his pubic hair (something associated with women and gay men, ironic given what we later learn about Colin). And again, this is played for laughs at the time. Colin and Issac were bullying Nate pretty badly (which is terrible! Not making excuses for that) at the beginning so we understand why Nate has an extra animus against the two of them. But he doesn't use gendered insults when he has a go at Dani or Sam, or especially Roy.
His speech to Roy actually made me think the show had a better handle on Nate than it turned out to have, because while he insults Roy, he adds the bit about "I'm worried what it's going to do to you if you keep it all to yourself." It made it seem like Nate does care, at least about some of these guys, which is important to being a good coach. But that care doesn't really make another appearance, and by S2 he's decided all the players are idiots and anything that goes wrong is their fault, or Ted's fault for not listening to Nate.
Bullies are always very aware of the heirarchy and where they are in it. They always know who not to piss off and who they can attack freely. Nate is like that from Day 1. And like most bullies, Nate cannot stand to be made fun of, and he cannot ever admit to a mistake. They run with the whole "wunderkind/wonder kid" thing and he repeatedly denies that he misspoke, because his ego can't take it.
What frustrates me is the show seems like they set a lot of this up on purpose. S1 Issac and Colin don't stop bullying Nate until Roy (at Ted's urging) headbutts Colin and orders them to stop. The bullies continue bullying until someone in power steps in and makes them stop. Nate bullies Colin in front of the whole team (Nate's a coach by then), but Beard (higher in the ranks than Nate, who also has the "I haven't told Ted yet" card) orders him to apologize, which he does grudgingly. Then he takes the fury he's feeling out on the person who can't fight back, Will.
The thing is, there is NO WAY ON EARTH Nate's bullying behavior stopped just because he became a head coach. There's no way his ego suddenly became capable of tolerating people saying negative things about him, especially on social media. Put a bully into a position of power over more people, they get worse, not better. I know they retconned this whole "oh Nate's a certified genius!" thing in there, but there is no way Nate, who was obsessively scrolling Twitter in S2, just got over that in S3, when he was running a whole team, which probably lost some matches, when presumably the fans blamed him as the head coach. But we never see that happen. There's no way he had an entire team and staff under him and he treated everyone nicely. This isn't how actual bullies work, especially when they are in an environment where the person in power above them is encouraging the bullying, which is exactly the kind of guy Rupert is.
We see a bit of Nate being a dick to Ted in S3, but no indication that he's struggling with managing the team or the coaches. All of that power-hungry, ego-obsessed behavior just kind of goes poof. It makes no sense. And somehow I'm supposed to not only care but be happy with all the time wasted on this bullying, sexist asshole dating… the woman from S1 who correctly rejected his attempt to pressure her into giving him his number?
And of course, Nate's ultimate sin, betraying Ted's personal medical information to the press, just sits there. Unaddressed. Never adequately dealt with. Trent pays more of a price for what Nate did than Nate himself does. I guess we maybe were supposed to infer that Nate regretted it? But we're never told it in any meaningful way. We're never shown that Nate grasps that what he did crossed a line from personal insult to risking the team's well being, as well as exposing Ted's private information to the public in a way that is wildly unethical and terrible behavior for a SPORTS TEAM COACH who has to manage personal information about other people all the time. They just handwave it as "Ted forgave him so it's okay."
Beard seems to be the only one who grasps the magnitude of it, and then Ted shames him into forgiving Nate near the end - and for no real reason. Nate contributes absolutely nothing to the team's overall status and success by being there at the end. The play Jaime uses, which Nate came up with, was from S1, so Ted would've used it even if Nate hadn't been on the sidelines. Having Nate in the clubhouse again helps nobody, makes zero difference to the team. My assumption is that Apple was already pressing to try for a spin off and they needed to somehow bring Nate back to Richmond.
Nate's dad also has a total personality transplant along the way here too, so it's a larger problem that makes me think they had something else in mind for how Nate's arc in S3 was going to go that had to get rewritten, but it's one of several pieces of S3 that were really badly done. Maybe if S1 hadn't been so well written it wouldn't stand out how uneven S3 was, but here we are.
Anyway, no redemption for Nate Shelley, sexist bullying asshole. May he die violently in a fire and burn forever.
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Save Me/ 21
Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader
Word count- 3.1k
Includes- Anxiety, not talking to cope, angst, Yoongi the best and so supportive, some fluff
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DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!
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Yoongi POV
I'm so fucking pissed off
How did none of those fucking security guards move when Han-jae tried to attack her?
If her bodyguard wasn't there, he would have had to deal with me
I would of fucking killed him and think nothing of it
If he ever touches her again, he's dead
I got up as soon as he called her a fucking bitch, I was in front of her by the time he started running towards her
I was ready
I knew something was going to happen when he started screaming about her being pregnant and married to me
Fucking asshole
She's not going back there
Over my dead body
They can video tape her or whatever, she's not going to be around that psycho ever again
"Jagi?", I call
She hasn't spoken a word the whole car ride home
She glances up at me
"We're home Jo"
She nods
Then she opens the door and gets out
I sigh as I get out
This shit is affecting her so badly and I'm worried
How can she move on and be ok when this shit keeps getting brought up?
Every new thing is a traumatic experience for her
I would have gone crazy by now
But she handles it as best she can
She's such a strong person even if she doesn't think so
But there's only so much she can take
And I have to protect her, make sure she doesn't snap and stays sane
Once we get inside, she goes straight to the bedroom and lays down
She still hasn't said anything
I follow her in the room and sit next to her
"Jo, baby, do you need or want anything?", I ask, running my fingers in her hair
She shakes her head
"Are you hungry?"
Another head shake
"Do you wanna nap?
Shakes her head
"Do you wanna watch tv or a movie?"
Another shake
I'm really worried
She looks like she's given up
"Do you want tea? I can try to make it how you like it. I've watched you make it enough times"
She shrugs
At least it's not a no
"Do you want it jagi? I bring it to you and then I'll lay down with you"
She nods
Ok that's good at least
I kiss her cheek, "I'll be right back"
I make the tea like I think she does
She's weird, she puts milk and sugar in it like coffee
And she hates coffee
My little weirdo
She sits up and takes the cup
She drinks a little bit
"Is uh is it ok?"
She nods
I sit next to her while she drinks it
When she's done she lays back down
I lay next to her and she immediately comes closer to me, laying on my shoulder
I snuggle into her as best I can
It's a little hard since her belly is so huge but we manage
I turn a little to face her
Her eyes are open, staring at nothing
I know her mind is racing
"Jo, can I talk to you?", I ask
She looks up and nods
"Look jagi, uh after today, I don't want you anywhere near him or even in the same building as him. I don't care if he's in another room, I don't want you there"
She nods, a few tears sliding down her face
"Jagi, don't cry. I'll protect you always", I tell her, wiping her tears
It kills me every time she cries
If I could take away every bad feeling she has, I'd do it in a heartbeat
"Jo, I want you to let me take care of everything that has to do with this trial ok? I want it so they talk to me, not you and I can make the decisions, so I can keep you safe. If you have to do a videotape questioning, they have to do it my way or you're not doing it. I'm not risking your life again. Is that ok baby? Can I do that?"
She doesn't say anything but she nods
Thank god
These people have to do things my way now or they don't get access to her
Her and my son's safety is number one
"Ok jagi. Do you want to take a nap? Then I'll get us food after we wake up?"
She nods again and I just accept that she doesn't want to talk
I'm not going to force her to even though I'm worried about that
"Close your eyes baby. You're safe"
She gets closer to me and closes her eyes
I stay up until I'm sure she's asleep
Then I close my eyes
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"No. Absolutely not", I say into the phone
"Why not?", Han-jae's lawyer, Mr. Jeong asks
"Are you nuts? I'm not risking my wife's safety with that psycho in the building. No"
"I need to cross examine her and he has a right to be there"
"And she has a right to not be scared shitless that your asshole client is going to kill her or her family. She has a right to not be constantly mentally tortured with this shit", I shout
I'm getting so pissed off
"Then what do you suggest?", he acts annoyed
"She does it somewhere else through FaceTime or something like that. My security and her bodyguard will be there. I will be there with her.", I answer
"Where?"
Do I have to think of everything?
Isn't he a fucking lawyer?
Shouldn't he have everything figured out since he's the one who requested this video questioning?
"Police station. Where she can be safe"
"Fine. I'll speak to the judge and let you know."
"There's no letting me know. It's going to be that way or it's not happening at all"
"Sorry, but you can't-"
"Try me. Don't underestimate the lengths I'll go through to keep her and my son safe", I growl
"Ok, ok. I'll call you and let you know when"
"Fine", I hang up the phone
I get up to go to the bedroom where she is
She's still shaken and she's scared again
Over the last two days, she hasn't really left the bedroom
She's either laying down or sitting up, staring at nothing
She started jumping at every sound again
And she still hasn't spoken
I called Dr. Park because I'm worried
She's never stopped talking before
She talked, yelled, screamed, cried but she always spoke
She doesn't answer me when I talk to her
She only nods, shakes her head or shrugs, which limits what I can ask her to yes or no questions
I try to get her to talk but she cries silently every time I try
Dr. Park told me to stop trying to get her to talk
She agrees that what happened at the court traumatized her
Dr. Park says that not talking is her way of dealing with it
When I asked why, Dr. Park said that maybe because she testified against Han-jae, who then tried to attack her, scared her
Maybe she feels that her talking caused Han-jae to attack and now she's scared to talk, so she doesn't
Or maybe she doesn't want to testify again and she's hoping that if she doesn't talk they won't make her
Or she could just be upset and tired of crying
Dr. Park just suggests that I be there for her, show her that I'm there and love her
So everything I already do
"Hi jagi", I greet when I get to the room
She glances up at me
She's laying down again, so I lay next to her, pulling her in my arms
Kissing her forehead, I start playing with her hair
She loves that and I don't mind
I love doing it anyway
Her hair is so soft and silky and my fingers just run through it so easily
"So jagi, I talked to his lawyer."
She nods
"The only way you can be questioned is if I'm there with you, our security is there and Sung is there. They're probably not needed but you never know with this psycho.", I say, "It'll be in a police station and you'll be safe and far from him. Probably through FaceTime or an app like that"
She nods again
"You'll be ok Jo. I'll be right there to protect you ok?"
Another nod
I know I shouldn't but I ask her anyways
"Baby please talk to me. I'm really worried about you. I don't know why you're not talking. I miss your voice"
She shakes her head
I feel so defeated
I don't know what to do, I don't know how to help her
"Please Jo. I want to help you baby but I don't know how. I don't know what's wrong"
Looking down at her, I see tears falling down her face
Shit
She's crying because of me, because I keep asking her to talk
"I'm sorry Jo. I'm sorry. Don't cry jagi. I'm sorry", I apologize, wiping her tears, "I'm sorry, you don't have to talk baby. I'm sorry I asked again. Don't worry about it ok? Talk when you're ready. I'm sorry"
She doesn't answer, she just puts her face in my chest, holding me tightly
It hurts me that she's suffering like this and dealing with all this at all
She shouldn't have to
She survived two murder attempts, that should be enough of shit to deal with for the rest of her life
I just hold her, rubbing her back and playing with her hair until she stops crying
Kissing her forehead, I ask, "Are you hungry baby? I can get food. We uh don't have much left so I have to order it. We need to go shopping when you feel better."
I'm not horrible at cooking but I don't do it that much because she cooks most of the time
Or if she doesn't cook, we just get food
She hasn't been cooking in the last few days, which is fine
I cooked for us but like I said we need to go shopping
She nods
"Ok jagi. Is there something you really want?"
She shakes her head
"Ok. I'll get you something you'll like ok?"
Another nod
I take out my phone and order some food
Then I stay with her, waiting for the food to come
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J POV
"I'll be right back jagi", Yoongi says
He gets up and goes to get the food
He still doesn't let anyone come to the apartment door
If we order food, we wait for the delivery guy in the lobby
I watch him leave the room
I feel bad for making him upset
But I just don't want to talk
I don't want to talk about what happened at court
Or about anything
Talking never helps
I talked and Han-jae tried to attack me
He threatened my family, he told me I'll never be safe from him
And I believe him
I do believe Yoongi will protect me like he says but I also believe that Han-jae is psycho enough to do whatever he needs to do to get to me.
I just don't want to deal with this anymore
I just want to forget, I want to live my life with Yoongi and our baby
Why can't I have that?
I know I can't keep silent forever
I have to talk to Yoongi
I wouldn't stop talking to him completely
Not to him
But right now, I just don't want to talk
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I sit up so fast, instantly awake
I'm sweating, shaking and breathing hard
"YOONGI", I yell, terrified
I turn to the spot next to me, seeing his spot empty.
"YOONGI!", I shout again
Where is he?
Han-jae didn't...no it was a nightmare...right?
If it was a nightmare then where is Yoongi?
"YOONGI!"
I can't stop my arms from shaking
"YOONGI!"
I hear running and I look up when he bursts through the door
"Joanne! What's wrong? What happened? Are you ok?", he asks panicking, immediately coming to me
He puts his arms around me and pulls me closer to him
I put my arms around him and bury my face in his neck, crying
"Jagi what happened? Are you hurt?"
I shake my head
"Ok. Uh...", he trails off
"I had a nightmare and I woke up and you weren't here. I thought it really happened"
"Oh jagi, no. It's not real baby."
"Yoongi", I cry
"Jo it's ok. I'm here baby, don't worry."
I can't, the nightmare was so real
It's the same one I've been having since Han-Jae tried to attack me at court
But every time I woke up, Yoongi was asleep next to me and I calmed down
But this time he wasn't and that scared me
"Uh what was the nightmare about Jo?"
Just thinking about it makes me panic
"Hhh.... Han-jae came and killed you and Eee.. Erik. Hhhh....he made me watch, then left me alive with the ttt....two of you. He said what he said to you when he called you on the phone. He wants me to live knowing what I lost"
"Fuck", he murmurs, rocking me back and forth
"I'm sorry Jo. But it was just a nightmare baby. It's not real. He will never get to you or Erik, ever. I swear. It was just a dream."
I nod
"It's because of what happened in court that you had this nightmare, right?", he asks
"Yes but it's not the first time I've had it"
"What?", he exclaims
He moves back, looking in my face and moving my hair back
"Baby when did the nightmares start again?"
"Three days ago. The night we came home from the court.", I answer
"Joanne! Why didn't you tell me?", he asks, sounding hurt
"I....I don't know. I didn't want to talk and every time I had the nightmare, I woke up and you were next to me. I knew it was a dream when I saw you. But you weren't here this time and I panicked"
"I'm sorry jagi. You were sleeping and I couldn't fall asleep so I got up to work on some lyrics. I was going to come back in a little bit. I'm sorry I wasn't here baby", he apologizes
"No Yoongi, don't apologize. You don't have to be by my side all day, everyday. There's no way you could have known I was going to have nightmares"
He shouldn't have to apologize for working
"But Jo, I would have known if you told me. I wouldn't have left you alone if I knew you were having nightmares again", he points out
He's right
Of course he's right
I know if I told him, he wouldn't leave me alone when I slept
He'd stay next to me no matter what
Even if he couldn't sleep, he'd write lyrics or do something while staying next to me
"I....I'm sorry Yoongi. I should have told you."
"No Jo, I'm not saying this to make you feel bad or to apologize. I just want to be here for you and help you baby but I can't if I don't know what's going on. I'd do anything for you Jo."
I know he would
"I just...I didn't want to talk about anything anymore. Talking doesn't change anything and I just want to forget everything. I just want to be with you and our baby"
"I know Jo. I want that too. But I want you to talk to me jagi. You can't just forget everything. I wish you could, I wish we could go back in time and I'd actually do something to stop what was happening to you, instead of just watching and second guessing myself. But we can't baby and we can't forget it. That won't make it go away, it'll eat you alive. You have to talk and move past it. I do too, you're not the only one. So please Jo, just talk to me. About anything. You know I'll always listen to you and help you."
I'm listening to him and I understand what he's saying
I know he's right
I have to be better about talking to him
We were both doing better with talking to each other and Dr. Park.
It's just this last incident that fucked me up
I have to fix that
"Ok Yoongi. I will. I promise", I answer
He smiles and nods at me
Leaning closer he kisses me softly on my lips
I can't help but smile through the kiss
He always knows how to make me feel better
"When did you get so smart baby?", I ask giggling
"Hey", he pouts
"Aw baby, you're always smart but you're like super smart now", I tease
"Yeah well, I learned a lot from my fiancee. You should meet her sometime. You'd like her.", he jokes
"Yeah? Then she must be a genius"
"She is. She's also the best and bravest person I've ever met. I love her more than life", he answers, looking in my eyes
"I love you Yoongi. More than anything"
"I know Jo. You showed me so many times. Everything you've done, everything you went through showed me. I have no doubt you love me. And I swear, I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you", he promises
"I know you love me Yoongi. I know.", I answer, moving closer and kissing him
"Do you want to try to sleep again? Are you tired? I won't leave you, I promise"
"I don't know. I'm kind of scared to sleep. I don't want to have the nightmare again", I answer
"Don't be afraid baby. I'm right here ok."
I nod, "Ok"
"C'mon jagi", he says, laying down and motioning for me to lay on him, "I'll hold you and put my baby girl to sleep"
"Yoongi!", I giggle
"What? You are my baby girl. And I know how to put you to sleep"
"Do you?", I ask
"Yeah baby."
I lay down on his chest and he wraps his arms around me
My huge tummy is on him too but he loves it because his baby is inside
He starts playing with my hair
"No fair", I whine
"Told you baby. This puts you to sleep right away"
It feels so good and my eyes start closing on their own
"Sleep baby. I'm here. I won't let you go all night"
He kisses my forehead and I fall asleep to Yoongi playing with my hair
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