#…oh shit I completely forgot that this was a collab fic
Text
The Other Chris (Wild Kratts Tickle Fic)
A/N: I can’t. Believe. I’m doing this.
Seriously, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I should not be doing this, but I’m doing it anyway.
So uh… yeah, this is… a thing! It’s a tickle fic for the PBS Kids series Wild Kratts!
I know I said I didn’t want to make tickle content for the show, but truth be told… I really wanted to for… almost as long as I’ve been into the show. The only reason why I decided against it was because I was afraid. Afraid of how the Wild Kratts fandom would see me for making this kind of content. Afraid that the tickling community wouldn’t care about tickle content for this show. Afraid that somehow, someway, the Kratt Brothers themselves would find my content.
But recently, two out of my three fears have been proven false. It turns out that there IS a tickling community for Wild Kratts and that the tickling community as a whole does enjoy the limited amount of tickle content there is for it. I’m still concerned about whether or not the brothers themselves will find it, but I guess I shouldn’t worry about that for now…
This is a long author’s note, and I apologize for that, but before I get onto this fic, I would like to mention that this fic is a collab! This is a collab between myself and @kittyfluffies on Tumblr, whom I may have accidentally dragged into the Wild Kratts fandom with me… oops.
Well, let’s see how this goes! Real quick, this fic takes place shortly after the events of the episode “The Other Martins”!
P.S. Interpret this as Krattcest and I’ll get the sniper rifle. That shit is DISGUSTING.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Today was a horrible day to be Chris Kratt.
Everything that could go wrong today did go wrong, except for the appearance of one or more of the villains. But would that have been any worse than falling into a pile of rotten apples, nearly being dive bombed by a Purple Martin (multiple times in fact), finding an American Pine Marten, having an American Red Squirrel steal your Creature Power Suit, getting tickled by said squirrel and your brother at the same time, and falling into a body of water, in that order, all on the same day? All while your brother teases you relentlessly the whole time? Chris would argue that this is worse than anything the villains could throw at him and the rest of the Tortuga crew.
He tried to combat his bad luck by calling it a day early to try and think of animals that shared his name, but there was one problem with this plan: he can’t think of a single animal that has “Chris” in its name. Not a single one.
“Come on, there’s gotta be one animal out there with the name Chris that isn’t me…! There has to be…!” he thought as he laid in a bed in the basement of the Tortuga. He had intended to lie in one of the hammocks that was in the central room of the ship, but remembered that none of those were his. They belonged, from top to bottom, to Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy Z, and as much as he would have liked to be in a hammock right now, he didn’t want to risk being scolded for taking a hammock that wasn’t his. That, and he was already feeling irritated by the events of the day and didn’t want to be angered any further, so he chose to isolate himself to try and calm down.
This worked for some time, but eventually, the peace was disturbed by the appearance of someone else.
The moment he heard those footsteps, he knew who it was. And he groaned.
“Oh no…” He should have known that there was no way he would be able to go the rest of the day without seeing the one who was responsible for half of the troubles he faced today, and yet somehow, he thought he would be left alone.
The door to the basement opened, and in came the reason he was even lying here in the first place: his older, mischievous, and sometimes annoying brother, Martin Kratt.
“Hey bro!” he greeted before noticing the look on Chris’s face. He’s seen him direct that face at the villains and sometimes him a couple of times, but something about that expression in this moment seemed… off.
“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“After everything you put me through today? No, absolutely not.”
That upsetted Martin a little bit, but he did understand why he’d feel that way. It didn’t stop him from teasing him a little bit more, however.
“Awww, come on, Chris! You got to see animals that share a name with your bro! Does that not make you happy? Not even a little bit?” he teased, putting his hand on his shoulder and leaning towards his face.
Chris rolled his eyes at his brother’s actions, “Remember when I said that purple martins didn’t annoy me anymore, but this one-” Chris put a finger on Martin’s chest, “-not so much? I meant it.”
“Awww, you’re no fun, bro. I was just messing with you! I wanted you to enjoy The Day of the Martins!”
“Your teasing didn’t help me get my Creature Power Suit back from that red squirrel.”
“But I still got it back!”
Chris sighed and poked his brother again, “You don’t get it, do you?” He was about to lecture his older brother before he heard what sounded like a mix of a giggle and a squeak, “You’re still laughing at my luck, aren’t you?”
“N-no, just watch where you’re poking me!” Martin explained, grabbing Chris’s wrist and pulling it away from him. Chris looked down to see where he had poked him, thinking he had poked him in the chest again, only to realize that he had accidentally poked his brother in the stomach.
Suddenly, he got an idea. An idea on how he could get back at his brother for his merciless teasing.
If he couldn’t think of any animals with Chris in their name, then he’ll have to invent one. One that can give him the power to take revenge on his brother.
“...Chris?” Martin’s concerned voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “You alright?”
A malicious grin formed on Chris’s face, “Chris isn’t here right now.”
Martin raised a brow at his younger brother’s statement, “Huh? What are you talking about, bro? You’re right here! What do you mean you aren’t-”
“Chris. Isn’t. Here. Right now.” The green brother grabbed Martin by his wrists and swiftly pinned him down onto the bed. “Only his alter-ego~”
Upon hearing that teasy tone in his voice, Martin immediately knew what was about to happen. “C-Chris? Can we talk about this…?!”
Chris let out a sinister-sounding chuckle, “I already told you, Chris isn’t here~ Only…” he brought his hands into Martin’s vision and wiggled his fingers.
“W-wait, nohoho! Don’t-!”
“The TICKLE MONSTER!” The younger brother drilled a finger into the other’s armpits, “But right now, you can call me the ‘Other Chris’~”
To Chris’s slight shock, Martin had already burst into a fit of giggles with a few laughs mixed in for good measure.
“Nohohohoho, Chrihihihihs! W-We can tahahahalk about thihihis!”
“Laughing already? And from a single finger in the armpits, no less~? This will be easy~”
The blue brother was already squirming under the ticklish touch, trying and failing to throw Chris off of him.
“Trying to throw me off, are we~? I think that warrants a punishment, wouldn’t you agree~?” Chris ignored the unintentional rhyme and snuck a second wiggling finger into Martin’s armpits, causing his giggles to rise in volume and his squirming to become a little more violent.
“C-Chrihihis nohohohoho! That t-tihihihihihickles!” Martin cried out, his arms coming down in an attempt to protect his armpits, but unfortunately for him, that only served to trap his brother’s fingers in there.
“I told you, I’m not Chris! I am the Other Chris!” The “Other Chris” protested as he broke through the blue Kratt’s defenses to slip a third finger under his arms.
“Chrihihihihis, I knohohohow you’re in thehehehehre!”
“Nope, Chris is nowhere to be found right now, but I promise, he’ll come back once I give him what he wants~”
“Whahahahahahat? What d-dohohohoes he wahahahant?”
Chris gave him the most evil smirk he could muster. “Revenge~” With that, he skipped the fourth step and slipped the last two fingers under Martin’s arms. With all ten fingers tickling him, Martin went from squirming to thrashing uncontrollably, nearly throwing Chris off of him a few times. He’d also started kicking his legs, desperately trying to distract himself from the tingly sensation under his arms.
“NOHOHOHOHO, BROHOHOHOHOHO! C-CUT IT OHOHOHOHOUT!” Martin seemed to nearly scream out as he kept kicking and thrashing for a few more seconds, only stopping when he felt a hand on his ankle.
“Are you trying to kick me~? How rude~!” Chris teased. He was about to stick a hand back under his brother’s arm before he was hit with another idea. Martin, who had squeezed his eyes shut during his laughing fit, opened them and giggled in anticipation. “C-Chrihihihihs?”
The evil grin his brother had on his face nearly made him burst into laughter again.
“You know, Martin… I’m pretty sure it’s not a good idea to kick another person, and yet you tried to kick me anyway. I think it’s time for me to switch spots and teach you another lesson~”
“Whahahahat?” Martin questioned through his giggles before he felt his shoelaces coming undone. “Whahahaha- hehehehehey! Don’t remove my shoes, plehehehehehese! Chrihihihihis!”
“It’s too late to beg for mercy now, Martin~” Chris slowly pulled both shoes off before slipping a finger into the blue brother’s socks.
“Nononononono dohohohohohon’t! Dohohohon’t do ihihihihit!”
“Do what~?” Chris asked him, pulling one sock off of his foot, “Take your shoes and socks off? Well too bad, I will not stop until you apologize to me… and to Chris~”
“But yohohohou are Chrihihih- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Martin burst into laughter upon feeling a hand on his bare left foot.
“Laughing already~? This will be easy~” With that, Chris dug in, scribbling his fingers all over the other’s feet. Martin absolutely lost it in response.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, CHRIHIHIHIHIHIHIS! S-STAHAHAHAHAHP!”
“Begging for mercy again are we~? I don’t remember you giving Chris mercy when he told you to stop, so why should I~?” Chris ribbed, leaning in closer to Martin’s face in an attempt to make the teasing worse for his older brother. Needless to say, it worked like a charm.
“PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE!”
“And why should I do that~?” the younger brother asked, focusing the tickling on Martin’s arches, a spot he knew was unbearably sensitive to any kind of touch, “Does it tickle more when I tease you~? Does it make you lose all of your strength so you can’t fight back~? Tell me, Martin, does teasing make you weak to tickles~? Even more so than you already are~?”
Martin’s only response was to throw his head back in uncontrollable laughter before immediately rushing to cover his face with a pillow to muffle himself.
“That was not a response, but I’ll take it anyway~” Chris reacted with a giggle, far too amused by how much his brother was laughing. “Besides, now that you’re covering your face, you won’t be able to see what I’m doing~”
To prove his point, the younger Kratt suddenly switched from scribbling Martin’s arches to scratching under his toes. Just as he predicted, Martin’s laughter increased in both pitch and volume, though it was muffled a little by the pillow.
“CRIHIHIHIHS NOHOHO-MMMPH!” The older Kratt had lifted the pillow a little to plead for Chris to have mercy on him, but he had to cut himself off by pulling the pillow back over his face because he was afraid his laughter would alert someone upstairs.
“You brought this on yourself, Martin~ All you had to do was get Chris’s vest back without tickling him, but nope, you couldn’t resist~”
Chris looked down to return his focus to Martin’s feet when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bright green disc in one of Martin’s shoes. For the third time that day, he was hit with an evil idea. He slowed the tickling under Martin’s toes to a stop and waited for him to catch his breath.
“Hey Martin~”
“A-are you fihihihinally going to have mercy on mehehehe…?” Martin let out his after-giggles and slowly lifted the pillow off of his face. Chris grinned a little at seeing the bright pink blush on his brother’s face, a clear indication that this was a job well done so far. He nearly laughed when he saw his eyes widen in horror.
“T-that’s…!”
Chris let out the most malicious laugh he could muster. “The Pine Marten Power Disc~” He then leaned in towards Martin again. “I think you know what I’m going to do with this, but first, I need to find a pine marten~”
The other Martin tried to snatch the Power Disc out of his brother’s hands, but Chris just dodged each attempt effortlessly.
“Now… how am I going to keep you from escaping…?” Chris pondered, realizing that he had not considered the possibility of using an animal’s Creature Powers to tickle Martin. At that moment, both brothers heard the door to the basement open.
“What’s going on down here? I thought I heard someone laughing…” Aviva walked into the room and spotted the brothers. Martin’s blush deepened into a dark shade of red while Chris’s face turned a bright pink, just like his brother’s face was a few seconds ago. The blush quickly faded from the green brother’s face when he realized that the answer to his question had just caught them in the act.
“Aviva, keep him pinned down for me, will you?”
“Huh…?” Aviva was very confused, but upon seeing the tears of mirth in the corners of Martin’s eyes combined with the blush and residual giggles, she quickly caught on to what was going on, “Ohhh, I see~ Sure thing, Chris~”
“I’m not Chris, I’m the Other Chris!”
Aviva couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that, “Whatever you say, ‘Other Chris’~”
Chris elected to ignore the sudden embarrassment that welled up within him upon hearing Aviva’s teasing words and walked out of the basement to go find his “partner” in crime. As soon as he left, Aviva turned to face the flustered mess of a Kratt brother on the bed.
“Hehehehey Avivahahaha…!”
She couldn’t help but giggle at him, “Chris got you good, didn’t he~?”
“Yeahahaha, and he’s not even dohohohne yet!” Martin answered as the remaining after giggles slowly subsided. “You’ll get me out of here, rihihight…?”
“Hmm…” The inventor pretended to ponder his question before she pinned him down, just as Chris asked her to, “Nope~ Don’t want to get on Chris’s- sorry, ‘Other Chris’s’- bad side~”
Martin’s giggles quickly returned as he realized there was no hope of escape, “Nohohohoho! I mehehehehehean, I geheheht it, but nohohohoho!”
“No what, Martin~? Do you want me to get on your brother’s bad side~? On ‘Other Chris’s’ bad side~? After everything he did to you~?” Aviva smirked at the blue Kratt’s sudden laughing fit, “No way~! If you can’t handle his tickle skills, how do you expect me to handle them~?”
Before Martin could respond (if he would’ve been able to answer at all given how hard he was laughing), both he and Aviva heard the sound of a Creature Power Suit being activated upstairs, followed by the sound of quiet footsteps approaching the door to the basement.
Aviva couldn’t help but let out an evil chuckle as she saw her pinned victim’s eyes widen in horror, “Looks like your time is running out, Martin~”
“NOHOHOHOHO!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The whole time Aviva was teasing his brother, Chris had entered the main room of the Tortuga to find a pine marten. As soon as the door opened and he stepped inside, he finally allowed himself to break character.
“Phew… keeping up a fake persona is tiring… but oh is it worth it~” Chris thought to himself, “Let’s see… is there a pine marten in here…?”
Chris looked around the room and noticed that two certain crew members were nowhere to be found. “Koki and Jimmy aren’t here…? That’s a little odd…”
Before he could further question their whereabouts, his eyes landed on a pine marten that was sitting in Aviva’s desk chair. Chris grinned, “But right now, I need the help of my ‘partner’ in crime~”
He made sure to carefully approach the pine marten so as not to scare it away before he put on his Creature Power Suit and took Martin’s Pine Marten Power Disc out of his left pocket.
“Hey there! Li’l Marty, was it?” Chris asked the little creature as it turned to look at him, “Well I’ll need your help to get revenge on Big Marty~”
He put his gloves on. He was finally ready to enact the last part of his plan.
“Insert Pine Marten Power Disc!”
He put one gloved finger on the pine marten.
“Touch pine marten!”
He pressed the central button on his vest, and…
“Activate pine marten powers!"
The suit activated, and within seconds, he had become a pine marten.
“Haha, I finally got the chance to use pine marten powers! But I’ll have to test out the pine marten’s hunting tricks some other time. I have a more important prey to devour downstairs~”
Chris ran out the door and down the steps to the basement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He made it to the bottom of the stairs, but waited a moment before entering the basement to listen to the pure terror that found its way into Martin’s laughter.
“Did he hear me activate my Creature Power Suit?” Chris wondered before smirking, “Good.”
He finally entered the room to see Aviva holding down a hysterical Martin, but while they did hear the sound of the door opening and looked to see if he was there, they failed to look down towards the floor, where he actually was.
“Look down here~”
Aviva looked down and giggled upon both seeing him and hearing Martin shriek out a “AVIHIHIHIVA, LET ME GOHOHOHOHO!” She just ignored him and greeted Chris.
“There you are Ch- Other Chris!” she corrected herself.
“You see what my plan is now, Aviva~?”
“Sure do~ Want me to stay here, or do you want me to leave you to it?”
Chris tried to think about his response, but couldn’t hear his own thoughts over the sound of his brother’s uncontrollable laughter. Out of playful spite, he decided, “Leave him to me~”
Aviva nodded, “Okay then~ Sorry Martin, but it looks like you’ll be stuck with him for a bit longer~ See you later… if you’re still alive that is~” She released said Kratt from her grasp before walking out of the door and heading back upstairs. The whole time she was walking away, Martin was pleading for her to reconsider and help him escape, but it was futile. She and Chris had already made their decisions.
Martin’s laughter had subsided a little after the inventor left, but he still had a hard time controlling himself, especially when he looked at his younger brother sitting on the floor. Watching. Waiting there. Menacingly.
“C-Chrihihihihihs? Hellohohohoho?”
Chris leered at him, “Are you ready for the grand finale, Martin~?”
“Nohohohohoho, nohohot at ahahahahahahall!”
“Well too bad~”
The green pine marten ran over to one of the legs near the foot of the bed, climbed up it, and ran across Martin’s body to get to his neck. The whole time he ran across his brother’s torso and ribs, he dragged his tail behind him, intentionally tickling him and sending him into another fit of laughter.
“H-hehehehehehey, wahahahahahatch the taihihihihihil!”
“What do you mean? I was watching my tail!” Chris snuck up to Martin’s ear before he spoke again, “I was watching it tickle you~”
He could feel Martin shiver as he brought his now-free hands up to his ears to cover them up. Unfortunately for him, the ears were the last spot his brother had in mind.
While his hands were up and covering his ears, Chris made his way to his neck and stood dangerously close to the collar of his shirt.
He could practically feel the heat radiating off his brother’s skin as he took note of the blush that had managed to spread from Martin’s face to his neck. He saw the tips of his ears through his fingers and noticed that they even had a tinge of red on them. He didn’t know his older brother could get this flustered!
“You ready~?” He asked teasingly, knowing full well what Martin’s answer was going to be.
“N-nohohohoho! Chrihihihis, d-dohohohon’t do ihihit!”
Chris couldn’t help the smug grin that made its way onto his face, though he didn’t turn to show it to his brother, “Too bad~ Here we go~!”
He stuck his head into the collar of Martin’s shirt, slowly inching his way in. He was only a few inches in when he suddenly pulled himself out and began sniffing at the blue Kratt’s neck. Martin was in no way prepared for this sudden change and nearly let out a squeal as he desperately tried to move his head from side to side to get his brother’s face away from his neck.
“H-hehehehehehey, don’t sniff my nehehehehck!” I-I dohohohon’t smehehehell!”
“That’s not what I’m going for, Martin~ I’m just here to make you laugh, and unless you apologize for what you did to Chris today…” Chris moved down to where Martin’s blush ended on his neck and went right back to sniffing, “You better prepare yourself~”
“I-I cahahahahahahn’t!”
“You can’t apologize? And here I thought you knew basic manners~”
The green pine marten stayed at Martin’s neck for a few more seconds before the sniffing came to an end. However, while his brother had his guard down, Chris quickly zipped into his shirt and ran across his stomach over and over again.
Martin’s only response to the sneak attack was a squeal so loud that it nearly stunned Chris. While he knew that the walls of the Tortuga are rather thick, he highly doubted that Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy were unable to hear that squeal, even if they were outside of the ship.
“CHRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! I-I CAN’T- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Huh? What was that, Martin~? I can’t understand you, you’re laughing too hard~” Chris taunted as he kept up the pace and continued to race around on his brother’s torso. He dragged his tail behind him once again, swishing it back and forth to make it tickle even more, and even stopped running a few times to pretend to use it like a paintbrush on Martin’s navel, which nearly resulted in him getting pushed out of his shirt by his hands. It didn’t take long for Chris to notice that Martin’s squirming and pushing was gradually fading, a tell-tale sign that he was nearly at his limit.
“Ready to say sorry yet~?”
“Y-YEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHEHEEHS! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORY! CHRIHIHIHIHIS, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!”
The moment Martin said sorry, Chris brought the tickles to a halt and carefully climbed out of his sibling’s shirt, doing his best to not make any of his steps tickle him any further.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it~?” Chris teased him one last time before he hopped off of him and onto the floor, waiting for his giggly mess of a brother to catch his breath and calm down.
“T-thahahahaht… that wahahahahs evihihihihil…!”
“Good~ That’s what I was going for~ So next time, when you try to bully your brother for an entire day, remember… I will be here to tickle you until you apologize to him for your behavior~” With that, Chris stood up, said, “Deactivate!” and reverted back to his normal appearance and personality.
“You okay, bro?” he asked and held out his hand, worried that he might have taken his tickly punishment a bit too far.
“Y-yeah…” Martin breathed out, taking his younger brother’s hand and letting himself be pulled up into a sitting position. “Just give me a few more seconds to breathe…”
After two deep breaths, he got up off of the bed and stood next to his brother, “Do you think the crew heard me squeal…?”
“Only one way to find out! Come on, let’s see if they’re upstairs!”
A light pink blush returned to Martin’s face, but nonetheless, he went upstairs with Chris into the main room of the Tortuga. When the door opened, they were greeted with the sight of Aviva waiting in front of the big computer, while Koki and Jimmy were at their desks, having turned to face the brothers.
“So…” Aviva started with a smirk, “Who’s going to explain that loud squeal we heard downstairs~?”
Martin’s blush turned a dark red, while Chris just stood there, trying to look as though he had no idea what she was talking about.
“I’m not an expert on human noises, but I don’t think that squeal belonged to any of us.”
“Certainly didn’t come from me! I’d know my own squeals anywhere!” Jimmy responded to Koki’s comment, completely unaware of the engineer creeping up behind him until he heard a, “Boo!”
“AAAAAAH!” Jimmy didn’t squeal, but he did indeed scream and bolted behind Koki and her chair. Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at his panicked reaction.
“Hehehe, I think that’s enough to prove that it wasn’t him~” She then turned her attention back to the brothers, “Sooooooo~?”
The light pink blush Martin had the entire time turned a dark red again as his embarrassment grew, and even Chris couldn’t fight the faint pink blush on his cheeks as he tried his best to play it cool and pretend that he didn’t understand her.
No one said anything for a few seconds, then the blue Kratt finally spoke up, “I-It was me… and I’ve got to admit, Chris is a surprisingly good tickler if he got me to squeal that loud!” Martin quickly regained his usual energy and peered at his brother, who just looked at him with a confused expression.
“Huh? What are you talking about, bro? I didn’t tickle you!”
Martin gave him a “you’re really doing this?” look and decided to play along, “No, that was totally you, Chris, I swear!”
“No way! I’m not as good at tickling people as you are!”
“I think I remember hearing your voice teasing me into oblivion! I’d know your voice anywhere, bro!”
“I’m not good at teasing, either! Martin, I swear, you’re confusing me with someone else!”
For a moment, Koki and Jimmy thought that they were having a genuine argument over a supposed tickle attack, but when Aviva gave them a knowing grin, they immediately caught on to what was really happening.
“Nope, that was totally you! And you know what~?” Martin’s voice turned teasy out of nowhere as he brought his hands up into Chris’s view, wiggling his fingers, “I was lying when I said I was sorry~”
“Huh? Wha-” The younger brother was initially confused before spotting the wiggly fingers that were slowing approaching him, “W-wait, Martin noooOOOOHOHOHOHO DOHHOHOHOHON’T!” He immediately cracked when he felt his older brother’s fingers on his sides, ribs, and belly. It didn’t take for him to try to fall to the floor to escape the ticklish hell that was unleashed upon him, but unfortunately, Martin had followed him down, never stopping his assault.
“Haha, revenge sure is sweet!” Martin cheered, “Okay, I was sort of lying when I said I wasn’t sorry, I did feel bad for you, but right now, I care more about getting my revenge~”
Chris could only laugh and try to curl up as he felt Martin’s hand close in on the center of his stomach, but he managed to trap his hands there instead, sealing his tickly fate.
Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh along as they watched the chaos unfold in front of them.
“Hehe, these boys will never change, will they~?”
#tickling#wild kratts#Giggle Rats#lee!Martin#ler!Chris#with a little bit of lee!Chris and ler!Martin at the end#featuring a very teasy Aviva#I still can't believe I did this#But I AM CRINGE AND I AM FREE#fun fact: I typed up the last 430 words of this fic on December 22nd (the day before I posted this)#and I'm posting this on December 23rd which just so happens to be Martin Kratt's birthday#Happy Birthday Martin Kratt! What's your gift? your tickle monster of a brother apparently#one more thing: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!#this is probably going to be my only fic for 2023#unless I finally finish that Splatoon 3 fic I was working on prior to this one#but if I don't you can expect to see that fic in 2024!#…oh shit I completely forgot that this was a collab fic#sorry fluffykitties!#If you want to see cute headcanons for games like Mr. Love or anime like Boueibu go check her out!#HELP THIS FIC WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A TITLE#It’s The Other Chris if you want to know!
25 notes
·
View notes
Note
stress is deff a bitch but i feel like me and stress are the same now so🤡🤡
it's the 20th of august🤭 nooo that's a bit sad that u couldn't add urs but ur still a king for adding three birthdays in there🫡
WELL I HOPE THAT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN!!🤣 whaaattt that's such a long time oh my but the fact that u still had it is jaw dropping tbh
i don't understand why middle aged women have to be so rude sometimes☹️ wait i completely forgot that accents exist oh my god now thats even worse🥲 YEYY U SHOULD ARANGE ONE IN OCTOBER AS WELL COME TO THE 5SOS SHOW WITH ME/j (i'm heartbroken i have no one to go with so i probably can't attend) (i hope this doesn't break ur heart more cuz i saw ur posts about them sorry if it does☹️☹️hope i didn't cross a line with this joke☹️)
NOT TELLING ANYONE🫢 i look up to u for that cuz i'm still pretty much unable to do i suck💔 SO TRUE THE BEST DESCRIPTION I HEARD OF THEM JUST SOME GUYS!! i was so sad when yedam and mashiho left and i understand the soft spot he is such a lovely guy🥹 being a treasure stan is fun and a heartbreak but glad u admit now that ur a teume 🥲😌 ofc ofc we are sharing😵💫 HE IS SUCH A MENACE AND ITS SO FUNNY tbh he was the reason why i came back to tumblr cuz i wanted to see more content and things about him then i ran into the same problem as u that there are not that many writers in the fandom here tbh (or i just can't find them)💔 (sooo if u end up writing something for jihoon i will be waiting🫣)
IT SHOULDNT BREAK UR HEART IM SORRY IT WAS A CRY IN A POSITIVE WAY!!! i think it just means u portray emotions well (?) cuz every time there is a good sad scene in movies or books i just have to fight the tears back even when i was in a good mood before💔 AND THANK U FOR BEING AN AMAZING WRITER AND JUST BEING LOVELY AND READING MY LONG ASS REPLIES LMAO U ARE JUST TOO NICE OF A PERSON💖💕💝 (liebestraum anon💕)
omg 20th august is such a good bday to have im noting it down!!! 😌😌
IT IS the fic was originally supposed to be a part of collab but the writer deactivated and cancelled it but when i asked if i can keep the idea they were ok with it!! so yeah hopefully one day 💓
LOOK lets go to the concert together 😭😭 im like,, half serious and half joking 😭😭😭 i keep telling my mum about it and like the bus tickets to budapest are only 7€ and then i can find a cheap hotel and shit and i have money saved for the tickets 😭😭😭 like. budapest is objectively the closest stop to me ((even tho im still salty there is no vienna then i would go for sure) and i wanted to visit anyway 😌 but my mum doesnt wanna go w me and my dad doesnt either and i have no friends that would wanna go w me either and i am not allowed to go alone so. theres that 😭😭 i dont think ill get to go tbh im still kinda heartbroken but oh well its not the first time :// if i didnt live in such a shitty ass place this would all be easier 😭
girl i think its a miracle tbh but i got the names down. thanking my hyperfixation tendencies 💓💓💓 when i saw it i was so shocked tbh and now i keep getting sad mashidam edits on my tiktok fp and living through the pain LMAO. GIRL my crush on jihoon is getting out of control like genuinely what the fuck is happening to me- WHY IS TEUMEBLR SO DRY THO WHERE ARE THE FICS ??? i found like 3 fics and the rest are like 2 years old headcanon posts its such a struggle 😭😭 do i really have to do everything myself on this site.... (dont feed my delusions but give it a few months and if i dont fall out of them i can see myself creating a seperate treasure blog.....got a jihoon drabble idea the other day but. i will contain myself. so far he's the new main side character of the mark fic im writing 🥴)
awh you are too sweet 😭😭😭😭 thank u so so much !!!! this means the whole world to me 💓 once again was happy to hear from u, hope youre doing well ily xx
1 note
·
View note
Text
Going... Gone.
Hi guys! This is part of the Citrus Server’s “Auction Collab”, go see the full masterlist HERE!
This fic gets a little darker than my other ones, as you can probably tell from the entire Warnings section, but I promise there’s some sickly sweet (though a little backwards) fluff in there. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS, THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR PEOPLE WHO DO NOT WANT TO READ DARK FICS!!!!!
Art by rorokonaa! You can find their shop here. :)
Sero Hanta x fem!reader
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, yandere behavior, mind break, Stockholm syndrome, auction/trafficking, rough sex, unprotected sex, anal play, pet play, bondage, forced orgasms, overstimulation, ownership kink, dubcon/noncon (aphrodisiac), BDSM/kink terms
____________________________________________________________
How did I get here? What are they saying? Why do I feel so… so… hot? You knew you were kidnapped by the League of Villains, you recognized the faces of Shigaraki and Dabi from the news. You knew you were blindfolded. What you didn’t know was why your entire body felt hot and slow, like you were floating underwater, with a fire in your belly. Why did it sound like people were talking in turns? What are they saying? It isn’t until a hand wraps around your arm, yanks you up, and leads you roughly with a hand on your lower back that you realize you’re stark naked and being led onto a stage…
“This one’s new- unbroken. She put up quite the fight trying to get her here, but that aphrodisiac has her all strung out and ready now. Doesn’t it?” Your blindfold is ripped off and Dabi’s hand grips your jaw. “So why don’t we start the bidding at 50,000,000¥?”
Voices of various men calling out higher and higher numbers has you shaking- holy shit… no… it’s not… an auction?! No, no, no… “Awww look at that- look how pretty she looks when she’s scared! Ain’t she just the best when she’s fucking terrified?” Even in your fear-stricken state, you can’t help but grind on the boot he shoves between your thighs. Dabi is smirking condescendingly at your whimpering form, but his words aren’t for you in the slightest.
Looking out into the crowd, you see mostly villains, CEOs, wealthy men and women, but then you see them… A scattering of heroes throughout the place. Oh thank god, they have a sting or something in place, they’ll save me!!! Tears of hope start rolling down your cheeks, so grateful to think that maybe you’ll be saved.
“330,000,000¥.” A low voice bellows over the others, silencing them all. You look into the crowd and find the one man with a number card in the air. Tall, dark hair, lean and muscular, a confident triangular smirk gracing his chiseled face. You think you recognize his face, you know he’s a hero, you just can’t remember his name…
“Going… going… gone. SOLD! Come get your pet off my fucking boot, she’s dripping all over the stage.” Dabi turns to you, choking you and turning your head towards the man striding towards the stage. “Say hello to your new Master, princess. He owns your ass now.” He growls in your ear, the tone of his voice making your pussy clench around nothing and more tears blur your vision. The hero hands Dabi a duffel bag- one you assume is full of money- and collects you. He’s so gentle, scooping you up in his arms with little regard for your weight. Once out of earshot, he whispers to you, “Hey, shhh- it’s okay. I’m your hero now. I’m gonna take you home.”
“Are- are you here to save me?” You asked softly, clinging to the collar of his unbuttoned shirt.
“Mhmm, of course I am, little one. Think of all the horrible things those people could have done to you, you could’ve been tortured or killed or worse. You’re lucky I was here to save you, huh?” He smirks down at you when your fearful form curls into him, tucking your face into his clavicle. He thinks you’re just being adorable, so grateful and shy, until he feels your cute little lips close around the skin of his collarbone and suck lightly while you whimper against him. Oh- forgot they dosed you with whatever aphrodisiac they use to keep you needy and compliant. He lets you know he’s aware of your ministrations with a deep rumble in his chest. He subtly adjusts you in his hold, leaving his forearm pressed against your drooling cunt just enough to give you satiating pressure, but not enough to satisfy you without his help. The teasing lilt in his concerned voice is lost on you when he mumbles “Do you need anything? What’s wrong? You’re burning up…”
“I-it hurts… Please help me, it hurts!!”
He tries to contain his smile at your pleas, but it's so hard when you’re pressing closer and closer to him, like you need only him. You don’t know it yet, but that’s right; you only ever need him. “I’ll take you somewhere to help, I promise. For now, why don’t you sit on my lap for the drive. Kiri here can drive while I make sure you’re okay.” He nods towards his red-haired friend, who you know as Red Riot: the hardening hero. Red Riot smacks your hero on the shoulder and adds “Of course, man! Anything for Cellophane, isn’t that right, angel~?”, sending you a wink. CELLOPHANE! You knew you recognized him!! Immediately, feeling safe with two pro-heroes, you seem content to be placed on Cellophane’s lap in the back seat, straddling his thigh, as Red Riot slides into the driver’s seat and starts toward what you assume is their agency.
“Thank you, Cellophane, sir… I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t know where my clothes are...” You mutter against his neck, trying and failing to control the fire in your belly when you feel his hard length against you and hoping he doesn’t notice the way your face blushes and your slick starts to wet his slacks. So naÏve, so trusting… She’s so perfect. She needs me to protect her, she could never do anything by herself. He thinks to himself.
“It’s okay, little one. You don’t have to be embarrassed, you’re perfect. Such a cutie, aren’t ya?” He coos, pinching your chubby cheek and smoothing his other hand down your naked back. “I’m Sero Hanta, by the way. It feels a little weird calling me by my hero name when you’re in my lap, doesn’t it?”
“Um… A little…” Your giggle turns into a moan as Kiri drives over a bump a bit too hard, causing you to bounce on Sero’s thigh. You grip his shirt before looking up into his dark eyes and studying his face. “Sero… It really hurts…”
Luckily, Hanta seems to know exactly what’s happening to your poor little body and presses his thigh further into you and holds your hips, grinding you on him and leaning in close.
“I know, baby, I know. Here, does this feel a little better? You can cum on my thigh, it’s alright. Just relax and let me help you, little one.” You flush with embarrassment at the idea of climaxing on a pro-hero’s lap, one who just saved you, but you don’t have a choice once the humiliation reaches your needy sex. You can’t even hump his thigh by yourself anymore, relying solely on him to coax you through your orgasm- a thought he truly appreciates, loving the helpless way you whine with your face pressed into his throat while he massages your plump hips and thighs to help you ride out your pleasure. Your climax all but knocks you out, the intensity of the drug overpowering you, but not before your dumb, fucked-out brain recalls a name and makes you utter a phrase that seals your fate before you slip into unconsciousness…
“Thank you, Master~...”
__________________________________________________________________
You come to laying on a giant pink bed, the comfiest you’d ever been on. Stuffies lined the edges, a sheer white canopy surrounding the headboard. You’re dazed and lost, not remembering how you got here, where you were, or how you’d been bathed, dressed, and completely taken care of. In your groggy confusion, you failed to notice Sero casually waiting for you, watching you from a large chair in the corner of the room.
“Good morning, babygirl! I’m so happy you’re awake, I was getting really worried about you! How are you feeling?” He spoke so softly, it reminded you of how your father used to talk to you when you were little… Comforting, caring, protective.
“H-Hi… Where am I? Is this the agency? When did we get here? How long has it been? I need to go home!” The panic in your voice develops the more questions you ask.
“Aw angel- you are home! This is your room, see?” He stands and gestures to the room as he approaches your bed and leans down to lay his palm on your cheek.
You flinch at the contact, an action that breaks his heart. “But- wait… Did-... Did you dress me? These aren’t mine… I didn’t have these when you rescued me…” The realization slowly seeps into the back of your mind: maybe he didn’t save you like you thought…
“You looked so happy there, I didn’t want to wake you! But I thought you’d be more comfortable if you were all clean and had those cute little jammies on, yeah? Don’t you like them?” He’s trying his best to be happy and cheerful for you, to not show you how disheartened he is at your line of questions. He doesn’t want to scare you; at least, not yet.
“Um… Y-yeah, they’re… nice… But I really have to go home, I need you to take me home, now!” You try to sound as confident as your small voice can muster, trying to be commanding and serious while yanking his wrist away from your face.
Wrong answer.
Sero’s temper got the best of him at your disobedience, ripping your hand from his arm and slapping you across the face before you could even think to react. “What the fuck did I just say, pet? This. Is. Your. Home. Got that?” He seethed. He grabbed your face in one hand, fingers and thumb digging into your teeth through your cheeks. “I said I’m your hero, why would you make me be mean to you? Aren’t you grateful that I took you away from those horrible people? I don’t want to be nasty to my sweet little girl, but you need to be good for me, okay?”
“FUCK YOU!” You spat in his face before pulling out of his grasp and running for the doorway. You missed the darkness in his eyes and the almost bored expression as his tape wrapped around your waist, throat, and thighs, sending you screaming onto the floor to futilely thrash around.
“How fucking adorable… You look so pathetic, like a cat tangled up in their yarn. I think I’ll call you “kitten”, would you like that? Of course you would… A bratty little kitty.” He pulls you to him as you squirm, but your efforts are useless- just tiring yourself out. “You know what happens to bad kitties, don’t you? They get punished.”
With his final statement, he shoves his hand into your cotton sleep shorts, finding you soaked and ready for him. You whine out for him to stop, but his drenched fingers are promptly shoved into your mouth. “Oh SHUT. UP. You act like you have a say in your fucking punishment, you don’t. I think it’s time to show you the ‘playroom’, brat.” With that, he tosses you over his shoulder and spanks your ass, leaving a bright red handprint as he carries you out of the room.
You’re dropped harshly on the concrete floor, his tape retracting and rewrapping to keep your wrists bound. “Now, now, kitten.” He growls with a disgusted inflection, “I think if you’re going to act like a brat, even though I can feel how wet you are for me, you should look the part, don’t you?” He walks to the wall behind you, selecting his punishments of choice before returning to you and yanking you to the floor, face down-ass up. “I think a cute little tail is fitting, yeah?” He asks no one in particular as he spits onto your presented ass. You start to squirm away before freezing at the sudden intrusion of a buttplug. “Oh, I’m sorry- is this the first time anything’s ever been in here before? Since you wanted to act like such a bad girl, I figured you’d been a little whore, too. Look at how wet you are, dripping just from me degrading you? Fucking disgusting.” he adds, swiping two battle-calloused fingers across your clit, making you clench around nothing.
You whine as tears slip down your face, holding back your sobs at being violated like this. Just as you think you’d adjusted to the new stretch of the plug, Sero’s cock lines up to your entrance and he buries himself to the hilt in your tight pussy. Your scream of pleasurable pain is cut off by his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides to cut off your blood flow and pulling you up to lean back against his naked chest. His other hand snakes down your body, pinching harshly at your nipples, leaving bruising finger prints on your hips and finally landing on your throbbing clit. “You’re gonna cum around my cock until all you can think about is how you fucking belong to me. I’m going to fuck you into submission and you’re going to fucking love it. Yeahhh~ that’s right, I can feel you clamping down around me, you like the idea of being mine, huh?”
“Please, please, NO! I don’t wanna cum, I can’t!! Please no no no-” You’re begging him to stop, to let you go, to stop abusing your poor little holes. As soon as his grip abandons your throat in favor of pulling on the tail plug and bruising your ass with full-force spanks, you climax so hard you swore you blacked out. That’s when you feel it; that sweet headspace that only comes from being broken. You can practically hear an audible crack as your mind shatters, leaving you to float off into blissful submission. Your protests turn into whines, which morph into whimpers, which transformed into breathless pleas as you turned your head to him. He senses your shift in demeanor, hears your breathy moans and turns to meet your gaze. Upon seeing your glassy eyes, dumb little brain so deep into subspace you’d forget your own name, his cock twitches inside of you and a content smile creeps onto his face. His pace slows, but his thrusts never lose the bruising, bodyweight-backed force behind them. The hand on your hip moves to the pouch of your belly, moaning at the feeling of his cock under his hand, poking into your tummy. He releases your plug and moves to pinch your clit between two fingers, overstimulating you and causing you to buck your hips away from his hand, sending you back onto his cock. “Awww~ there’s my good babygirl. You just needed Master to tame you, didn’t you? Acting out because you needed Master to wreck this cute little cunny, hm? That’s it, cum on my cock again, take the rest of your punishment and tell me who you belong to.”
“M-Master~!!! Please, yes, I’ll be so good for you! I promise!! It’s too much, please- too sensitive…” You’re begging so pretty for him, how could he not want to watch you fall apart for him over and over again? Sero finishes with his dick pressed against your womb at your words, but he’s not done with you yet. He pulls orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body, you lost count after 5. The tears and drool have run down your chin, adding to the slick pouring out of your sore cunt and making it all the more easy for Sero to fuck his cum into you once again. “Tell me you love me, kitten. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Fuuuuuck~ please! I love you, I love you, I love you!!! I’m yours, I wanna be your good girl! Please, Daddyyy!” You’re full on sobbing now, trying to please him and not even realizing the name falling from your lips as you crane your neck to pepper desperate kisses on his cheek and jaw.
“That’s my little angel. I know you have one more for me, cum one more time for Daddy and I’ll take care of you.” His fingers press hard onto your clit and he bites down on your neck, sending you both into an earth-shattering climax. You lose yourself in his touch, squirting all over his hand and the floor below you as his seed floods your walls and warms your insides.
After coming down from your highs, Sero releases you from his tape and gently removes the plug. He pulls out of you to carefully lift you up and take you into your room, but you cling to him so fearfully, he has to cup your face to pull your face to his. “Hey, hey… What’s wrong, little one? Use your words. What do you need?”
“N-not ready to be empty yet… Please don’t leave me, Daddy! I promise I’ll be good, please don’t leave! I don’t wanna be empty…” You hiccup between sobs, the far-off look in your eyes fading just slightly as the need for intimacy clouds your features.
Sero’s heart practically shatters, kissing your tears away and adjusting you in his arms, easing himself back into your puffy hole and pressing your head into the crook of his neck. You curl into him, whimpers quieting down at the skin contact and the twisted comfort you found in his dominance.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, little one. You know I don’t like hurting you. I just want to take care of you, you can’t do it by yourself…” His disappointed tone makes you nauseous, but not for the reason you thought it would. You should be disgusted by the situation, by being held hostage after being kidnapped, bought, and paid for. Instead, you felt a horrid pang of guilt at disappointing him, making him go through all this trouble for your ungrateful ass to try to leave him. Why do I feel so bad? HE BOUGHT ME… But… He did take care of me…. And he did help me when I was drugged… I owe him, and now he’s upset. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings…
“I’m sorry, Daddy… I didn’t mean to… I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be your good girl!” You nuzzle closer to him, hoping he can’t hear the lump in your throat as clear as you can. The tears in your eyes burned, and Sero’s face immediately softened. “Aw, poor baby… I know you didn’t mean it, you just need to understand that Daddy knows what’s best. I know you’re a good girl, little one. I just need you to be my good little angel, not a bad kitten, okay? That’s all.”
“Yes, Master… I promise…”
“Oh no, babygirl. You only call me Master during punishments or playtime, okay? You can just call me Daddy, alright? You seem to like that better when you’re all cute like this, don’t you? And I’ll call you ‘kitten’ when you need to be put in your place again, but only then, okay?” He whispers, laying back on your bed with you in his arms.
“Okay, Daddy! Can you sleep here with me…? Please?” Your eyes start to close, drifting off from the exhaustion.
“Of course, babygirl. I’ll stay here as long as you want.” He grins into your hair and places a sweet kiss on your forehead.
Maybe you really do love him. Your hero…
375 notes
·
View notes
Text
come home | myg.
another collab w/ my platonic soulmate, @ppersonna, abt bad hookups and how members of bts fix it n make you feel good. it took me awhile to get my part up, so i want to thank lindy for the millionth time for being so patient. i hope u all enjoy. read her part of this collab w/ jin here!
main pairing: min yoongi x reader (exes to lovers)
fic type: one shot
word count: 3.2k
genre: smut
warnings: language, mentions of smoking/nicotine, mentions of penetrative sex, dry humping, light dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, angst if you squint?, tiny amount of fluff (if i forgot any warnings, i apologize! i have been working on this over the course of a week or longer. if i missed anything major, let me know pls! xo)
summary: you just want to feel good. and seeing as how no one has been successful in making that happen for you, you go to the one person who never fails to get you off. who just so happens to be your ex boyfriend.
The last person in the world that Yoongi expected to be knocking on his door at eight o’ clock at night was you. You’d been broken up for over a year now, and sure, the two of you were on good terms. Hell, you even considered yourselves friends, but rarely ever did the two of you hang out or speak more than a few times a week through text messages.
So naturally, his first thought was that something was wrong. He was standing in the doorway, staring straight ahead at you, trying to read your face for any indication as to why you’d shown up at his house unannounced. Your expression was stoic, though, almost bored. Your hair was shorter though, he’d noticed. Had you gained weight? He couldn’t have been sure, but your thighs definitely appeared to be thicker, and your bra fuller than he remembered.
You caught him eyeing your cleavage and you rolled your eyes. Same old Yoongi, same old habits.
“Are you going to invite me inside?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest and effectively pushing your breasts up.
Yoongi was sure he would be drooling any moment now, and he hadn’t even heard a word you’d said. Fuck, he’d missed staring at you like this.
“Yoongi,” you reached a hand forward, pressing a freshly manicured finger underneath his chin and pointing it up toward your face, “my eyes are up here.”
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, “And?”
You tilted your head to the side, eyebrows pushing together in annoyance, “Would you just move so I can come inside?”
He obliged, stepping away from the door frame and gesturing you, albeit dramatically, inside.
His house hadn’t changed much, but it definitely wasn’t as well kept as it was when you lived with him. The coffee table was cluttered with assorted take out boxes and half empty water bottles, and you never understood why he didn’t drink the entire bottle of water. It annoyed the piss out of you, and you were still convinced that was the only reason he did it.
Blankets and coats littered the sofa, throw pillows pushed off of the couch and onto the floor. You always hated when he did that. He claimed the pillows made the couch uncomfortable and hard to sit on, and you’d called him insane, telling him that the entire purpose of the pillows were to make it comfortable.
You were curious to see what his bedroom looked like. Well, you were mostly curious, and a tad bit frightened at the thought. Yoongi wasn’t a messy person, but he didn’t mind clutter. You, on the other hand, despised it.
Yoongi took note of the way your eyes danced around the room, taking everything surrounding you in.
“Yeah, it’s messy, I know.” His tone of voice shifted to one of nervousness. He was suddenly very aware that you we’re here, in the house the two of you used to share, for the first time in what felt like forever.
You sensed his awkwardness and turned your attention from the living room and into him, placing a hand gently around his bicep. He instantly relaxed under your touch. You always did know exactly what he needed and when he needed it. He still didn’t know how the fuck you managed to do that.
“I don’t care if it’s messy, Yoongi. I don’t live here anymore.”
“No, you don’t. Which brings me to ask, why are you here?”
“Actually,” you began, leaning against the back of his sofa as you slowly raked your eyes up and down his small frame, “I was wondering if you wanted to fuck.”
Your question clearly caught him off guard, his face immediately contorting into one of utter confusion. Eyes slightly widened, mouth agape.
“Hold on,” he shook his head, a poor attempt at collecting his thoughts as he tried to make sense of what you’d just proposed, “are you high?”
Was he serious? You rolled your eyes at him yet again, convinced they were going to get stuck in the back of your head.
“No, Yoongi. I am not high. I’m just horny, and want to fuck. Simple as that.”
He carded his long fingers through his hair, eyes focusing on yours and fully taking in your serious expression.
“You couldn’t find someone on tinder? I mean, not that I’m not flattered that you came all the way here, but. I’m just a bit confused.”
“I could’ve, yeah,” you nodded, “and I have, in the past. But I’m sick of bad hookups, I have to fake it half the time anyway. Nobody knows my body like you do. I just want to feel good, but if you don’t want to, or if it’s too weird then I can leave. No hard feelings.”
Yoongi took a minute to weigh out the pros and cons in his head. On one hand, he’d kill to be inside of you again. He’d had hookups of his own, sure, but none of them even came close to what you felt like. But on the other hand, you’d broken up for a reason. And this could complicate things.
Who was he to deny you, though? He never could, not when you were together, and he wasn’t about to start now. If all you wanted was to feel good, then goddammit, he was going to make sure that you did.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”
Your eyes grew wider than quarters, and you stared at him in disbelief, “Really?”
“Were you expecting me to say no?”
“I don’t..” you paused, “I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was hoping you’d say yes.”
“Well,” he took a single step forward, hands easily falling down and onto your hips, “I did.”
All it took was the feeling of his hands on you to make your breath catch in your throat. It’d been over a year since he’d last touched you, his hands felt like they were burning your skin through your shirt. You stared up at him, eyes fixated on his as his mouth slowly crept down and onto yours.
It felt like sparks of electricity were coursing through your veins. Your body instantly reacted, legs jumping up and off of the ground to wrap around his waist. He was quick to catch you, hands cupping your ass to hold you up and pressed against him. His lips moved against yours easily, his tongue gliding into your mouth and wrapping around yours perfectly. Kissing you was muscle memory, he knew every crevice of your mouth, which moves of his tongue would have you wrecked.
He took advantage of that, lapping and twirling his tongue against yours in a way that had you moaning into the kiss. The vibrations going straight from his lips and down to his dick, and you could feel him hardening against your thigh. Your hands found their way into the dark hair at the nape of his neck and you twirled it around your fingers, all the while giving a quick swivel of your hips that had Yoongi groaning into your mouth.
He carried you away from the couch and down the hallway into his master bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot once inside. He had your back pressed up against it instantaneously, grinding his hips up and into yours at a steady pace. You were holding onto his neck for dear life, letting out a whine as he hit your clit perfectly.
“Y-yoongi! Right there, oh my God, do that again.” You pleaded, and he happily obliged by thrusting his hips in the exact same way, causing you to cry out and bite down on your lower lip. If he kept this shit up, you’d be cumming in your pants.
His lips were attached to your neck now, attacking the skin there with sloppy kisses and occasional suction. You knew there would be bruises, but you couldn’t be bothered to give a single fuck. Your body was elated, you felt like you were floating. And all of it was from a fucking make out session and dry humping. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how you were going to feel once he was finally inside of you. The thought of it alone had you soaking wet, and you could feel how damp your panties had gotten, sure that your jeans were soon to follow suit.
His hips never slowed, in fact, they only sped up. You were bouncing against him now, attempting to gather even more friction than what he was giving you. His fingers curled and squeezed your ass, holding you still as he ruthlessly humped against your core.
“Gonna cum for me, huh? Right here? With your clothes still on?” He was nipping at your jawline now, and the sounds you were making sounded like you were trying to speak, but nothing you were saying was coherent.
“What was that?” he rolled his hips hard against your aching cunt, and you immediately saw black, “Words, baby. Or I’ll stop right now.”
You panicked, trying to muster up any sort of response that you could manage, even if you did sound completely fucking pitiful.
“Yes! Oh my god, yes.” You mewled, and one final jolt of his hips had you coming undone.
Your thighs contracted around him, shaking and attempting to pull him closer and keep him trapped between your legs. Your hands were tugging on his hair, burning his scalp and causing him to groan at the sensation. Cries of his name and a slew of fucked out curses made their way past your lips as you came, head knocking back against the wooden door.
Yoongi had pulled away from your neck so that he could watch you, his eyes darkening with want as he witnessed you lose yourself from just grinding alone. He thought you’d never looked sexier than you did right now. And all he could think about was how badly he wanted to clean up the mess he’d just made in between your legs.
“Let me eat you out.” His voice was rough, raspy, and hot. How could you say no to that?
You hadn’t even completely come down from your high yet, stars still circling above your head as you blinked rapidly in an attempt to get them to go away. But still, you nodded.
He was quick to drop to his knees after setting your feet and shaky legs back down onto the ground. Your fingers threaded through his hair, hips pushing forward and toward his mouth. You’d never wanted— no, needed his tongue against you so badly before. But you couldn’t help the breathy laugh that pushed out of your throat.
“What’s so funny?” Yoongi prompted, mumbling against the skin of your lower abdomen as he pressed wet kisses there.
You lightly twirled his hair around your index finger, a small sigh making its way through your lips as you felt him begin to undo the button a zipper on your pants.
The whole situation was fucking hilarious to you. You ever imagined you’d be here again, with Yoongi in general, let alone with his head between your legs. But that was too heavy of a conversation to have at the moment. You knew that if you said such things, he’d want to have a deep, touchy feely talk and all you were interested right now was him making you cum for the second time today.
So, you decided to play your laughter off, sounding as nonchalant as possible.
“Just find it funny that our bed is two feet away from us, yet you’re still going to eat me out while you’re on the floor.”
Yoongi had taken to ridding you of those god forsaken jeans, kissing from your knee up to the tops of your thigh. His actions coming to a still in the middle of your sentence.
“Our? bed?” He cocked an eyebrow, deep irises flickering up to look straight at you.
“Just habit, I guess.” you shrugged it off, but internally, you were kicking your own ass for making such a slip up, “Are you going to go down on me, or not?”
Yoongi couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes. This was so fucking like you, brushing off your true emotions and covering them up with something sexual. Had you forgotten he knew you better than anyone else in the world?
Still, you’d come to him for a reason. You wanted to feel good. He was determined to follow through with your wishes, but made a mental note to get you to tell him how you were feeling afterwards.
“You’re so fucking bossy.” He spat out the words, though they weren’t laced with any real venom. It was too playful, too Yoongi.
You were going to offer him a smart ass remark, a witty comeback on the very tip of your lips. However, the feel of his tongue dragging through your folds had you moaning instead.
His arms linked around the backs of your thighs to hold you in place, keeping your cunt pressed firmly against his face as he nudged your clit with his tongue. A small, barely there flick that had you whining in a high pitched fashion. Your eyes had screwed shut, hand tangled in his hair and pulling it from the root.
One of his hands moved from your legs so that he could hover his index finger over your entrance, circling around it and gathering up your wetness. He groaned at the feeling, at how absolutely fucking soaked you were for him. It was something he never, ever got tired of. And it was definitely something he’d grown to miss.
All at once, he was pulling your clit into his mouth. Teeth lightly grazing it before he took his time suckling on the bud, quick, exasperated whimpers coming out of your lips as he did so.
You offered him fucked out praises, telling him how good it felt, how badly you wanted more. His finger pushed into you, and your walls immediately squeezed around it. Once you’d loosened back up, he added his middle finger and slowly began to fuck into you.
Your mouth was left agape at the feeling, his tongue now swirling at a steady pace against your bundle of nerves. Your nails dug into his scalp, and you’d begun to shamelessly ride his face. He was loving every minute of it, every wanton noise that came out of your mouth.
“I—I need—,” you stuttered, unsure of exactly what it was that you needed from him, “God, Yoongi, please—”
Even when you didn’t know, he always seemed to. His long fingers curled inside of you, arching and pressing against that glorious spot that had you screaming out a line of curses.
He quickened the pace of his tongue up, the speed of it ruthless against your clit now. Your eyes were beginning to well up, and you were sure you’d never felt pleasure like this before. Not even from him. There was something about this time that made it feel like you were floating on cloud nine. And you never, ever wanted to come down. You wanted his head buried between your thighs for an eternity.
One more push of his fingers and lick of his tongue had you bucking your hips against his face, and you weren’t sure how he was managing to breathe. Your lower stomach was knotting, heat spreading from your core throughout your entire body as your orgasm washed over you. Both of your hands were in his hair now, gripping onto the soft strands of it with all of your might. You were squirming, trying to get closer to him, and away from him all at the same time.
Black dots were all that you could see, your head spinning and making you feel like you were floating off of the ground. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath and regain your composure.
You groaned at the empty feeling as you felt Yoongi pull his fingers out of you, glancing down at him just in time to watch him insert the digits into his mouth and swallow your release. Your eyes rolled back at the sight, a huff leaving your lips.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” You joked, and he rewarded you with a chuckle as he stood up and pressed his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth with ease.
You could taste yourself on him, and that alone had you aroused again and ready for orgasm number three. And hopefully four and five. You could feel yourself growing wet again, and took the opportunity to grab one of his hands and bring it down and onto your soaked pussy.
He groaned into the kiss, tongue moving with more fervor, more hunger.
You were pulling back, and he was chasing your lips with his. You giggled at his actions, your fingers toying with the fine strands of his hair.
Without giving it a second thought, he was lifting you off of the ground again and taking quick strides toward the bed.
It seemed like the two of you had spent the better part of the night fucking. But by your fifth orgasm, you were too fucked out, and way too sensitive to do it again. You could barely walk, your legs the equivalent of Jell-O. Yoongi insisted over and over that you just spent the night with him, offering to take the couch if that would make you more comfortable.
“I just spent the last two hours with your dick buried inside of me,” you pointed out, “I think we can share a bed.”
He laughed as he laid beside of you, still completely naked and on full display for you.
“Touché.”
“I need a cigarette, but I can’t even walk to get them out of my jeans.” You groaned as you stared at your pants lying in front of the door, and you could hear Yoongi sighing beside of you.
“What?” You cocked an eyebrow, rolling onto your side so that you could face him.
“You know how I feel about you smoking. I wish you’d quit that shit.”
“Well,” you started, “at least you don’t have to smell it on a daily basis anymore. You know, since I don’t live here.”
“Eh,” he shrugged, turning over on his side to match your position, “kind of miss it.”
Your eyes slightly widened, and you were left speechless. Because what were you supposed to say to that?
Yoongi sighed, giving you a quick roll of his eyes.
“Come on, Y/n. What are we doing?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” You lied.
“You mean to tell me you don’t feel comfortable right now? Like we never stopped this in the first place? Never stopped.. us?” He studied your face as he waited for your answer, fingers instinctively reaching out to trail along the curve of your bare hip.
“Yoongi..” You sighed, unsure of what else to say. Because he was right. This felt normal. It felt right.
“Just come home.” His voice was sincere, his eyes soft and pleading as he looked at you.
Usually, this was the kind of big decision you’d have to think about, outweigh all of the pros and cons. But this time, you didn’t hesitate to respond. Because this was Yoongi, and he was home.
“Yeah,” you nodded, gently rubbing your thumb along the top of his cheek as you offered him a gentle smile, “okay.”
#yoongi#min yoongi#yoongi imagine#yoongi smut#bts#bts smut#bangtan#yoongi x you#yoongi x reader#yoongi x y/n#yoongi angst#yoongi fluff#bts scenarios#bts reactions#bts suga#suga imagine#min yoongi imagine
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
{5} - Ride or Die - Final
Gang!AU - Part of the EXO Customs Collab - With @ninibears-erigom@yeoldontknow @baekwell–tart@fairyyeols@suhoerections@kimjongdaely@kyungseokie and @kpop—scenarios
Ride or Die Mini Masterlist
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Mature
Pairing: Sehun X Reader
Words: 1,550
Warning: This fic will deal with mature themes such as illegal racing, gangs, drugs, violence, and swearing amongst other sensitive subjects which will be added as the fic is written. You have been warned.
A/n: On the seventh day of ficmas, Jackie wrote for me! Yay! Yet another series finally come to completion! I mentioned before, but I was originally going to have this part contain smut, but then I thought better of it. I know it's super short, but I feel like it's more of an epilogue than a final chapter, anyways. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
Previous
“Ow, hey, watch it,” Sehun hisses as you dab antiseptic onto his cheek.
“Well, isn’t this a familiar sight,” you chuckle leaning in to get a better look at the scrape on his cheek. Deciding you’ve done all that you can do for now, you place the used tissues into the garbage and seal the container of ointment.
“Doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt,” he pouts, only causing you to chuckle once more.
As with after other previous fights, you find yourself at Sehun’s house, mending both of your injuries. Luckily, he doesn’t look as badly bruised as he was the other time he got into it with Jesse at the races, but his knuckles have certainly taken a beating. You’d hate to see what Jesse’s face looks like tomorrow morning. Well, you’d hate to see his face in general ever again.
“Aw, you poor baby,” you tease with a pout of your own. “Want me to kiss it better?”
At the way his eyebrow quirks, you know his mind is wandering back to the way your own lips felt on his beneath the rain. The kiss may have only lasted for a few seconds, but it was long overdue.
“If you don’t mind,” he replies cheekily, a grin tugging at his lips.
You snort, shaking your head, “what am I going to do with you?”
Sehun’s grin only widens as he sees you lean in further, placing a gentle kiss onto his cheekbone. Pulling back, you let out a small sigh.
“My hero,” you drawl, somewhat teasingly.
“For you?” He quirks a brow. “Always.”
A small silence settles over the both of you as you stare into each other’s eyes. You smile softly at him, to which he returns. All feels right in the world between you two once more.
“You know,” a sly look takes over his features, “I also cut the inside of my lip while I was fighting.”
“Oh, did you now?” Your eyes shine in amusement as he leans towards you slightly.
“Yeah,” his lips quirk at the corner. “I mean, it’s only fair-“
Meeting his lips with your own, you effectively manage to shut him up, catching him slightly by surprise. As his one hand comes up to cup your cheek gently, you can feel him melt into the kiss, pulling you closer all the while.
Parting from each other, you rest your forehead on his, noting how his eyes remain closed for the time being.
“You know, if you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask,” you squeeze his knee softly.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he hums, leaning in to press another gentle kiss onto your lips.
Unfortunately for you, it is at that moment that a chill races down your spine.
“Shit, I forgot,” he curses, hopping off of the bathroom counter and pulling out a set of fresh towels for you to use. “We’re both still soaked from the rain.”
“Well, more like uncomfortably damp,” you retort, noting how he starts to dig around beneath the sink for something. “You know, this usually isn’t how I like to get wet.”
A loud bonk reaches your ears as he hits his head on the edge of the cabinet beneath the sink, a loud laugh escaping your lips in the next second. Rubbing at the spot, he stand back up, kicking the cabinet closed with his foot as he places a bottle onto the counter, muttering curses under his breath all the while.
“So, that’s how it’s going to be now, huh?” He meets your gaze with a slight huff.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you reply innocently, going so far as to add a small wink at the end there. “It’s the way it’s always been.” He quirks a brow. “Seriously though, are you okay? You really don’t need any more injuries.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies, clearing his throat and dropping the hand that had been rubbing at his head back to his side. “I think the real question gets to be: are you okay?”
You take a deep breath, mulling over his question as you meet his gaze once more.
“I’m glad to know you’re no longer going to be fighting him in a week’s time,” you begin, voice somewhat steady. “I’m glad to know he’s finally gotten the message to leave me, to leave us, alone. I’m glad we both got out of there tonight with more than one victory on our hands. More than all of that, though,” you bring your hands up to cup his face, and you smile at the way he seems to relax into your touch, “I’m glad you’re with me.”
“I’m glad you finally admitted your feelings for me,” he grins cheekily, and you drop your hands from his face.
“Way to ruin the moment, Hun,” you deadpan, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “No, but seriously. I’m glad you’re with me, too.”
“Aw, look at you admitting your feelings for once,” you coo, a teasing lilt to your voice.
“And you say I’m the one ruining the moment,” he rolls his eyes.
“Had to get you back somehow,” you grin. “Now, tell me, what it is that you risked decapitation for?”
“Oh,” his eyes widen slightly as if he’s remembered what he’s placed on top of the bathroom counter mere moments ago. “You said you wanted to shower, right? Well, you left one of your soaps here that one time you were over a few months ago and I kept it since then.”
Following the motion of his head, you finally see the bottle he’s placed on top of the counter. Indeed it is one of your favourite body washes, and you’re a little bit caught off guard.
“So that’s where it went,” you mutter, somewhat under your breath, meeting his gaze in the next moment. You start to wonder why he didn’t just tell you or give it back to you, until something clicks in your mind. “You kept it all this time?”
“Well, yeah,” he shrugs, seemingly nonchalantly. “It’s you.”
Your gaze softens, understanding the deeper meaning behind his words. Sehun may not be a man to always express his feelings, but his actions always have spoken louder than anything he could ever say.
No matter what, he’s still your best friend, and he would do anything for you. Nothing, and no one, is going to change that.
“Thanks,” you smile at him.
“I’ll leave you to it, then,” he replies, clearing his throat and heading past you to exit the bathroom.
“Don’t you want to-“
Your words die in your throat as the door falls shut behind him. Amusement dances behind your eyes as you didn’t fail to miss the tips of his ears turning red as he left the bathroom. You know for a fact that neither one of you expects anything from the other, but the fact that he can still get shy around you at times causes a warmth to flood your veins. Perhaps he’ll be back to join you in a moment, he does need to check on Vivi for the time being. Either way, you’ll leave the door unlocked for him just in case he changes his mind.
Turning on the water, you strip yourself of your clothes as you wait for it to reach a comfortable temperature. The fabric still sticks to you in certain places as you peel it off, and you let out a sigh once you’re able to step into the shower and feel the warmth of the water cascading down your back. At least it offers you temporary relief for your aching muscles.
Standing beneath the stream of water, you think over all of the memories you have with Sehun starting from the beginning. Once more, a smile tugs at your lips as you realize just how big of an impact he’s had on you, and you on him. You truly don’t know what you would do without the other, and that’s a fact.
Thinking over the events of the night, a heat rises up your neck. The kiss in the rain was like something out of a movie, and you know his heart was racing as quickly as yours was. Though some may not think it was a romantic confession, knowing him the way you do, and him knowing you that way he does, you both wouldn’t have had it any other way. Now, if only you had both figured this out sooner…
A smirk tugs at your lips as you hear slight shuffling on the other side of the shower curtain. Purposely closing your eyes and basking in the warmth of the water, you feel a presence enter in the shower behind you. You don’t even need to turn around to be able to see the way his gaze trails over your naked figure.
Turning around, a devious smirk paints your lips, “couldn’t wait, huh?”
“You-“ he clears his throat, eyes darting upwards to meet your own, “you left the door open.”
“For you,” not a question, but a statement of fact as you smile assuringly at him and he smiles back, “always.”
#EXO customs collab#sehun scenario#kpop#exo#exo scenario#kpop scenario#Kpop au#exo au#sehun au#oh sehun
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
a Christmas miracle ➛ z.cl
genre: fluff, comedy/crack, bestfriend!chenle, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort somewhat
pairing: zhong chenle x reader
word count: 2,588 words
warning(s): some swearing
summary: Christmas had been the same old same old holiday for you and your family for plenty of years now, fully embracing the tradition of meeting up with family, exchanging presents, and enjoying each other’s presence on Christmas day. however, this year seemed to feel quite different, with your family quite literally forgetting that Christmas even existed, and with you all stuck in your apartment alone in the snowy city, you weren’t so sure what you were going to do for Christmas this year. unbeknownst to you, though, your sneaky best friend had a trick up his sleeve, and he was determined to make this Christmas one you’ll remember forever.
note: this is a part of mylin’s @suh-insane and sunny’s @neocitybynight Walking in a Winter Wonderland collab! this is my first time participating in a collab solely for Christmas, so I hope you all enjoy this fic of mine! Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I hope you all have an amazing and safe Christmas this year, and I just wanted to let you all know that I appreciate and love you guys so so SO much! (and to the people who don’t celebrate it, I still hope you all have a wonderful day nonetheless!)
prompts chosen: “when we finally kiss goodnight how I’ll hate going out in the storm! but if you’ll really hold me tight all the way home I’ll be warm.” + “that’s what Christmas memories are made from. they’re not planned; they’re not scheduled. nobody puts them in their blackberry. they just happen.”
for the past few months, time seemed to fly by without leaving a trace behind, and before you knew it, it was already Christmas day. if it was any other year, you would’ve woken up earlier, around 6 AM to be precise, and start your trek to your parents house with their gifts in hand. however, since your parents and the rest of your family got caught up in other ordeals, and quite literally forgot that Christmas even existed, you had woken up quite later than 6 AM. 9 AM, if you were being specific.
you had still bought your family presents for Christmas, of course, and took the time to wrap them and spiffy them up yourself with various different kinds of Christmas wrapping paper you’ve collected over the years as a pro wrapper (in actuality, it was just your mother giving you extra wrapping paper when she accidentally bought too much, so you weren’t entirely a pro wrapper, per se). what you were trying to say is that you put a lot of thought into buying and decorating presents for your family, and you were sort of down about how you wouldn’t be able to give them their presents in person this year.
basically, what you were trying to get across is that you quite literally had no plans for Christmas this year, and you were probably going to spend your entire day wailing away in your apartment.
nonetheless, you pulled yourself out of bed after being in deep thought for thirty minutes straight, and decided to actually not wail away in your apartment for the rest of the day. it was time to be festive, you thought to yourself, as you slowly made your way around your room to move your curtains aside to let some sunlight seep in. although you were in a brooding mood, you didn’t entirely want your room to reflect that.
you huff to yourself as you slide your feet against the carpet floor, swinging open your closet doors and glancing over all of your clothes, none of them really catching your attention. you sigh before closing both of your closet doors dramatically, turning around and heading towards your dresser. you can faintly hear your phone buzz on your nightstand as you pull on one of the knobs on one of your dresser drawers that contains your pajama pants. you grab a random pair of snug pajama pants and opt to keep the same pajama shirt you wore to bed last night on before heading to the bathroom to change.
after taking some time to get dressed and brush your teeth, you finally exit your bathroom and toss the pajama shorts you wore last night in your hamper. you snatch your phone and stash it in your pocket before making your way towards your miniature kitchen. you promptly grab your kettle and fill it up with water, waiting for it to reach the third line before placing it on your stove. you move the dial until its exactly on high temperature, and you’re about to start to make yourself breakfast until you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.
fed up with how active your phone had been for the past thirty minutes, you finally fish your phone out of your pocket and lean against the counter next to your stove.
your phone contained the usual notifications, such as Instagram likes, Team Snapchat sending you a Christmas snap, your best friend chenle spamming your phone- wait, your best friend chenle spamming your phone? that was FAR from your usual notifications, and you were honestly quite surprised that he was contacting you on Christmas day this year. he’s usually spending it with his family all day, and never texts you back until he gets back home, which is around eight PM.
without thinking, you unlock your phone and tap on the messages icon, and your jaw almost drops when you see how many messages he sent you within the past few hours. since 6 AM, chenle has sent you over one hundred messages, and for once, you were grateful that you were a heavy sleeper, because if you were a light sleeper and woke up to every single one of his messages, you would’ve lost your mind.
you [9:45 AM]: please chenle what do you WANT FROM ME
lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: WOW YOU’VE FINALLY WOKEN UP FROM UR DEEP SLUMBER
lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER GOING TO WAKE UP
lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: took u long enough smh
you [9:46 AM]: ...is this really how you’re going to treat me on Christmas day??
lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: I treat you like this all the time. what makes you think that today’s gonna be any different?
you [9:47 AM]: …
lele the dumdum [9:47 AM]: anyways… MY GORGEOUS WONDERFUL BESTIE WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED FOR CHRISTMAS TODAY
lele the dumdum [9:48 AM]: DO ANY OF UR PLANS INVOLVE ME POTENTIALLY COMING OVER??? O.O
you [9:48 AM]: is this why you’ve been spamming my phone SINCE 6 AM!?!?!
you [9:48 AM]: also why were you awake at 6 am anyways
you [9:49 AM]: did your crush finally text you back or are you still drowning in loneliness like usual
lele the dumdum [9:50 AM]: I don’t even have a crush??? who told you that false information
you [9:50 AM]: the little elves running around my house whispered it in my ear last night
lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: I think you’re going to delusional
you [9:51 AM]: I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case at this point
lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: MOVING ON
lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED
lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT
you [9:53 AM]: me planning to wail in sorrow all day is very important to you??
lele the dumdum [9:53 AM]: ...excuse me what?? UR GOING TO WAIL IN SORROW ALL DAY ON CHRISTMAS DAY!?!?
lele the dumdum [9:54 AM]: this is not acceptable. I am coming over right now to spread some of my FESTIVENESS AND JOLLINESS with you :D
you [9:55 AM]: chenle you really don’t have to-
lele the dumdum [9:55 AM]: TOO BAD IM OMW RN AS WE SPEAK
you [9:56 AM]: at least bring some festivities, games, and snacks with you 🙄
lele the dumdum [9:56 AM]: oh shit you have a point
lele the dumdum [9:57 AM]: BRB ILL BE THERE IN 30
you knew that once chenle had made his mind up about something, he wasn’t going to change it that easily, so it would be futile to try and stop him now. you don't bother replying to his last message, and you shove your phone back in your pocket a few moments before your kettle whistles. you move on from chenle tormenting you for twelve minutes straight and make yourself some tea and breakfast instead.
it was now around 10:30 AM, and you had just finished digesting your breakfast when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket again. you were lying down on your small, beige couch, with your cold tea sat on the coffee table a few feet away. you were still in your pajamas, with no intent of changing into actual clothes anytime soon.
once again, you fish your phone out of your pocket to see what nonsense chenle was texting you this time.
lele the dumdum [10:31 AM]: open up, bitch
you [10:31 AM]: I thought I gave you a spare key??
lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: shit I forgot it
lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: anyways OPEN UP
you lazily lift yourself up from off of your couch, grasping your mug of cold tea on the way to the door. you take your time unlocking your door, halfly because you felt like annoying chenle, and halfly because you were just over today in general.
the first thing that stands out to you once you swing open your front door is how different your outfit looks compared to chenle. he was all bundled up with plenty of layers to keep him warm while adventuring the city, and meanwhile you adorned white and pink striped pajamas with socks on. you also noticed that he had a dark grey bookbag on his back, and was holding two full bags in his hands.
the two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds until chenle breaks the silence with: “I think this is the most I’ve seen you look like a complete old person. there have been other times, but the old person persona is just jumping out at me right now.”
you roll your eyes. “don’t say that when you yourself have dressed up as an old person before.”
“yeah, yeah,” he brushes you off, passing by you to slip his shoes off and to take off his five hundred layers. “it doesn’t matter whether you look like an old person, it mainly matters whether you have the spirit of an old person, you know?”
“I cannot comprehend your words this early in the morning. we can have a conversation about whether I act like an old person later.” you say as you watch him remove his large, dark green jacket and place it onto your coat rack. you can hear him scoff at your remark, and you grin as you see the corners of his mouth lift up slightly.
“early in the morning? y/n it’s only-” he pauses to check his phone “10:32 AM. that’s early for you?”
“I woke up at 9 AM, you dum.”
“oh,” he swivels around to face you after taking his shoes off and removing all of his additional layers. “makes sense, I guess. you’ve only been awake for an hour and a half, so you’re probably not fully awake yet. I mean, I’ve been awake since 6 am, and I’m bursting with energy compared to you.”
you give him a deadpan expression in response to what he said, and he can’t help but burst out laughing at your reaction. he steps up beside you and pats your shoulder gently. “well, besides that, I’m gonna be the one who helps you burst with energy like I am right now! follow me!” he whisper-shouts a few inches away from your ear, and you can feel his hand leave your shoulder and grasp your right hand in a matter of seconds.
he leads you back towards your couch, and even somehow manages to help you set your mug down even though he has bags in his hands. the two of you plop down on your couch, and you almost melt at how soft and comfortable your couch was. you closed your eyes for a few seconds as chenle rustled through his bags beside you, and you don’t know how much time has passed when chenle starts to snap his fingers at you.
“y/n, I am not going to deal with your sleepy ass right now. I spent around forty minutes scurrying around the city to find things to lift your mood, and I am not going to let those forty minutes go to waste just because you’re tired.”
you groan and roll to the other side, facing away from chenle. “just five more minutes…”
surprisingly, you’re met by silence in response to your wish of wanting five more minutes of rest, but that silence doesn’t last when you feel something cold touch your face.
you screech and immediately open your eyes to witness chenle pressing an ice cube onto your forehead. you swat the ice cube off of your forehead as quick as you can, and stare up at chenle like he’s gone completely mad. “what was that for?”
he grins proudly. his plan had worked. “awake now? great. now, help me figure out what we should do first.”
“I think you’ve gone mad. I cannot believe you just woke me up by pressing an ice cube onto my forehead.” you complain, still feeling the coldness of the ice cube on your forehead. when you finally move to face him now, you see that he had brought plenty of things for you two to entertain yourselves.
“I could’ve done worse things, like dip my hand into freezing water and press it against your face, but I was feeling generous today, so I decided to spare you the pain.”
you scoff. “right. anyways, what’d you bring?”
he glances at you excitedly before getting into it. “well, I brought plenty of snacks, some fizzy drinks, some board games, some movies I rented that we could watch together, some candy, etc. I honestly brought everything that I thought you would like with me, so I really hope all of this is enough to make your Christmas day a little bit more festive. I may have also bought you a present, but besides that… let’s get this party started! ...y/n?”
he tears his gaze away from the couch to up to your face, and you don’t entirely register that you’re crying until a few minutes after staring into his eyes. “oh, I’m sorry… I just… I’m just really grateful that you decided to come all this way to cheer me up on Christmas day, and you brought so many things with you as well to make me feel better so… thank you, chenle.”
he beams at you even though he can feel a tear threatening to fall from his left eye, and instead of letting you see him cry as well, he quickly wraps his arms around your figure, bringing you into a tight hug. “of course, y/n. you know I’d do anything for you, right? if you’re down, I’m going to cheer you up in some way, shape, or form, and if you feel like watching the world burn, then I’ll be right by your side.”
“awh, stop it, you’re going to make me cry even more.” you faintly hit his back with your hand, and he giggles as a few tears fall down his face.
the two of you stay like that for a good five more minutes, which is enough time for chenle to regain his composure and act like he didn’t shed a few tears in the process. he slowly leaves your grasp, taking a good look at your face and wiping some tears off of your face with his thumb. “you know what I think will make you feel better?”
you grin. “what?”
he smiles before swiveling around to rustle through his bookbag, and your eyes widen when you finally process what he’s up to.
the next moment happens so quickly you can barely register that it’s happening. chenle swivels around with two nerf guns in his hands, throws you one that lands perfectly in your arms, and declares: “me completely destroying you in a nerf gun battle will make you feel better.” before he releases fire on you.
you shriek as you run across your apartment, trying to avoid the plastic bullets that chenle was littering your apartment with. eventually, he does win the battle, and it does make you feel better in the end, but let’s not mention that or else his ego will run wild, alright?
#dreamwritersnet#neothestars#nct dream imagines#nct dream scenarios#nct dream blurb#nct dream drabble#nct dream fluff#nct chenle#zhong chenle#chenle#chenle imagines#chenle scenarios#chenle blurb#chenle drabble#chenle fluff#chenle fic#nct dream fic#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct blurb#nct drabble#nct fluff
65 notes
·
View notes
Note
hello! i was just wondering how you started out your page, like any tips? I love your work so much 😤✋💕
well, first of all thank you very much! i’m surprised and flattered that you would ask me!
in all honesty, i don’t know how i got here. i feel like i blacked out at 300 followers and now i’m at 1.2k. but i can try to offer some tips! i know i looked at some tip posts when i was first starting and didn’t follow most of them, so i’ll let you know what’s been useful to me. obviously remember this is what worked for me and it may not apply to everybody. i acquired this audience completely by accident, so those that are actively working to build a page might give you different tips.
((keep in mind this all applies to fanfic blogs because that’s all i have experience in.))
things to do:
first of all, and this is pretty obvious: tag everything you think applies. it seems excessive in the moment but it’s the only reason anyone ever saw my stuff lmao. like for any specific character in my posts will have a whole slew of tags (and this is for my nsfw posts) like:
ushijima smut ushijima x reader ushiwaka smut ushiwaka x reader haikyuu smut haikyuu x reader hq smut hq x reader
going along with that, oh my god, come up with a tagging system. even if you don’t think you need to tag something, you probably do. so many headcanons of mine are lost to time simply because i never tagged them and now i have over 600 posts. i’m never finding that shit again. tag it.
make a masterlist. it helps you and your followers stay sane and organized. i made mine because someone requested it, so that was cool. but if you make one early it’ll make your life easier.
find one uniform way to structure your posts. i know everyone feels differently about this, but it really does make life so much easier. i’ve been doing my “post timeskip, obviously, content warnings, etc” thing since my very first post, and it just makes me feel more organized and consistent. everyone’s posts will look different, so just look at what your favorite blogs do and mush all that together. you’ll find what you like eventually.
be clear what kind of audience you want. this can change and evolve, but try to start off with some idea of what you want. don’t want minors on your page? write minors dni EVERYWHERE and keep up with blocking pages. a rules list helps with this, but of course people like to just not check those, so be firm when your rules are bent or broken.
post a variety of content. it’s so much easier to rack up notes on a headcanon or thirst post then it is anything else, especially the type of fics i write where it has a lot of banter and build up before anything else.
it pays off to have a gimmick! i acquired the most followers from my 300 follower event and that’s been so nice.
this isn’t necessarily a “blog” tip, but oh my god, learn how to structure writing. i cannot tell you how off putting it is to try to read fics when paragraph breaks are used awkwardly or there are two people speaking in one paragraph. you don’t have to be a perfect writer to write fanfiction, but please at least learn the rules of writing. if you need help, ask. google things. i’m an english major that wants to write and edit for a living and i still look shit up all the time.
write what you like. you’ll find an audience. you don’t have to cater to anyone else’s tastes or preferences. one of my first few posts was a request, and that was only after i had posted one or two things. people will find you, and it will be people that also like what you like. don’t make yourself uncomfortable just to cater to someone else’s preferences.
be patient. you won’t get followers overnight. some blogs grow quickly and others don’t. that’s just how it is. also don’t be too demanding with your followers. don’t get pouty when people don’t interact, don’t be demanding about requests. just realize that you’re a person and so are they. they aren’t obligated to read just like you aren’t obligated to write. relax and realize it’s just a blog. you’ll be fine.
edit: I ALMOST FORGOT !! be inclusive. holy shit. so many people will read your writing and though you shouldn’t write anything you’re uncomfortable with, it’s so easy to be inclusive. there are tips all over the place, but all you need to do is focus on the personality of the reader rather than their appearance. easy. i’m lucky enough to have a pretty diverse audience and it makes me so happy i could cry. i love knowing that people feel safe and included here.
what i haven’t found necessary:
making a tag list. i only made one recently, and even then i only have nine people on it. it’s not that necessary, unless you have a series that people want to see.
having a theme. seriously, don’t stress. even now i barely have a theme. it’s never been hard on me.
plugging your blog?? i don’t know if people actually do this but i saw a suggestion about it and it confused me to no end. i’ve never found that necessary, though it is nice having mutuals that reblog your stuff. still not totally necessary though. my only mutual was @tanzaniiite for the longest time and that’s literally just because i saw her follow me, saw that she was a writer, stalked her posts, and decided i wanted to follow her back. she was my 34th follower (yes i counted) and she’s still here. very much appreciated.
doing collabs. i didn’t even consider doing one until recently. they’re really not necessary.
self reblogs. another one that i think might help but isn’t necessary. i didn’t start doing these until i had acquired a larger audience. figure out what works for you, but i’ve unfollowed more than one blog just because of the sheer amount of self reblogs they do. i understand that they’re proud of their work and want it out there, but i just think there’s no way reblogging a new post every hour is necessary. obviously if you want to reblog your own content you can. but having a masterlist had made that unnecessary for me. one of my first posts had like 100 notes after it was first posted, and now it’s up to 600 when it hasn’t been on people’s pages in months. people will find your work if they want to find it.
obviously all of this is just my opinion and you should take it with a grain of salt. i started this blog randomly to post one tsukishima fic i had written for someone that i was told was good enough to post. i haven’t changed my writing structure or process since then, and i still have no god damn clue how tumblr works. it’s a lot less intimidating than it seems. i know it’s a different experience for everyone, but it’s an overwhelmingly loving community that is kind to new writers. i was lucky enough to grow fast and receive a lot of kindness, but that’s also because i put a crazy amount of effort into being kind back and posting consistently (and no one needs to be going at the pace i set towards the beginning of this blog. holy shit i was posting like every other day for a while.)
if you do decide to commit to trying to build an audience, let me know and i’d love to follow you! and if you’ll be writing (which i hope so because most of these tips are for fanfic blogs lmao) i’m always here to help with structure, beta reading, editing, etc. that’s literally what i want to do as a career so it’s never a burden on me. either way, good luck! it’s frustrating sometimes but if you have solid ideas and basic writing abilities you’ll be fine!
again, thank you so much and i’m so flattered you asked me 💞 i hope you have a lovely day darling.
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
AO3 Stats
Thanks for the tags, @loved-the-stars-too-fondly, @justanalto, @aleksandrachaev, @eowima and @everythingirl44! Oh hey look, a list of some of my very favourite people, and authors!! ily, guys, and thanks for thinking of me 😍😍💜
I officially joined AO3 and posted my first fic on the 22nd of May 2020, and have been too actively posting since then, coming in with a total of 47 works this year, in two fandoms. (Holy shit 🤣🤣😱) And the results of said "holy shit," apparently, we shall see below!
What are your five most popular works of all time? (starting with the most kudos)
time can break your heart, have you begging please with 132 kudos, 1133 hits (Agents of SHIELD, post-7x10 Dousy hurt/comfort)
my, my, just how much I missed you with 131 kudos, 1171 hits (Spider-Man: Tom Holland Movies, ten years post-Far From Home Peter and MJ meeting again in an airport)
square with 107 kudos, 959 hits (Agents of SHIELD, post-finale Dousy fluff)
mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between with 106 kudos, 1006 hits (Spider-Man: Tom Holland Movies, Spideychelle roadtrip and bed-sharing AU)
blue with 95 kudos, 849 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Daisy character study focusing on the colour blue)
What are your five least popular works? (starting with the least kudos)
peace with 9 kudos, 40 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Staticquake relationship study)
all I want for Christmas (is you) with 9 kudos, 52 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Dekesy Christmas Musical AU)
i just wanna be with you with 9 kudos, 70 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Staticquake Modern Royalty AU)
we wish you with 12 kudos, 58 hits (Agents of SHIELD, Staticquake & Fitzsimmons New Year fluff)
all the comforts of home with 12 kudos, 79 hits (Agents of SHIELD, post-canon Mackelena domestic fluff)
Are you surprised about any of these lists?
I'm always surprised by time can break your heart's popularity, lmao, because for a long time, I even completely forgot I wrote it 🤣🤣🙈 And it was cobbled together in like one hour on my daily train ride, too!! I was convinced it was crap at the time, but... apparently not, lol! Also, I suppose it's Dousy, which was SUPER popular mid-season 7. And as for the rest of my most popular things, well... I'm just flattered :D
Regarding the less popular stuff, well, I've only written oneshots, and often for rarer pairings, too, so I was never expecting HUGE amounts of kudos. Staticquake, Mackelena and Dekesy, for example, while I like all three of those ships very much, they're not the huuuuge ones in the fandom, so, RIP. 🥺 I adore and appreciate all my regular readers much more than words can say, though 🥰💜💜
Optional, if you want to calculate it (remember that ao3 will count all the words in a multichap towards the year it is completed, regardless of how much was actually posted that year): How many words did you publish in 2020?
Wellll, in my case, AO3 absolutely cannot lie to me, since the one and only year I have actually posted fic in was our friend 2020. So my total wordcount for this crazy year: 204317. *pause to almost drop phone* I'm sorry but HOLY SHIT, I what???? Unbloodybelievable 😱😱😱 in a good way, though!
What’s a favorite fic you published this year?
arghhhhhsgkldjgksaskldjfks I agree with Kat, asking me to choose one favourite fic is like asking me to pick my favourite child! But in the end, I think I'll have to call a tie between ever after, which is the single fic that I'm proudest of, and a VERY emotional post-finale Daisy character study; and you could call me babe for the weekend, which was a gargantuan labour of love in the form of a 19k Spideychelle fake dating AU.
How do you feel like you’ve improved as a writer this year?
Well, since this is my first year of actually writing fic, there's not much I can say here... I have become a lot more confident with what I put out there as compared to when I posted my first fics, though, so that's a good thing! :D
What is something new you did writing-wise in the past year? (new fandom, pairing, setting, genre, collab, etc)
Lolll, well, technically, everything?? I'm seriously someone who thought I'd NEVER write anything creatively again after passing my English A Level, so just the fact that I posted any fic is new to me.
A little more seriously, though, I'd say... polyships? They're something I wasn't against, per se, but would also never read or write personally. Until I met @bobbimorseisbisexual and their writing, though!! My entire stance has changed thanks to Al, and I now greatly enjoy both reading and writing polyship content.
In that vein, I like to think I've become a lot more accepting with what I'll read and write, ship-wise? I used to only write a very narrow few ships that I enjoy, and not broaden out at all - but through the course of this year, as I met more and more incredible writers and friends, with an equally incredible spectrum of likes, I gradually started reading for more and more ships, including some I'd never think of myself. Now, I'm proud to say that you can persuade me to read almost anything if it's well-written and the story shows me a way for the characters to fit together (with the exceptions being abusive/non-consensual, pedophilic or otherwise morally wrong things, but that, I do believe, is just general decency.) The same goes for me and writing, nowadays - if you ask nicely enough, I'll do pretty much anything. And honestly, I'm proud of me for that.
What is something writing-related you would like to try in the future? (check back at the end of the year and see if you did it!)
Oh, gosh, I'd LOVE to do a collab someday! I think it's SUCH a cool and unique challenge to write something with someone else, and I'd very much like to try it out one day. My wife has promised me we can try one someday, though with both our jobs, no idea when it'll ever actually happen... it's definitely on the wishlist, though!!
But it's not necessarily just with Kat, I'd be thrilled to do a collab with pretty much anyone, from any of my fandoms. Ahhh, I just think it's such an awesome goal, and it's definitely one of mine for 2021!
Today’s date, so you can see how your results might change if you do this again in a year.
3 January, 2020
I have been the laziest ass this weekend which is why I'm only getting to this challenge now instead of on the 1st someone please drag me away from my Netflix but doing this was actually super fun, and cool! And insane. Yup. So insane!!! Anyway, to join me in the fun-and-cool (but hopefully not insane, lolll) I tag @ohwriteiforgot, @apathbacktoyou, @springmagpies, @nazezdha321, @maybebrilliant, @the-9muses, @fitzsimmonkeys, @besidemethewholedamntime, @libbyweasley, @infinitestarsintheskye and @bobbimorseisbisexual! 🥰💜
#tag game#ao3 stats#oh; these were SO COOL to find out and compile!!#and it'll be EPIC to come back in a year and see what's changed 😍😍#queue'll figure it out together
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
Queens of Odins Eye Vikings/SOA crossover AU. Final Chapter part 1.
Warnings: smut, intercourse without condom (always use ptotection folks) language, minor arguments, cheating, tiny bit of pregnancy kink, but barely there, and bitchy friends being bitchy to each other 😂😉
I know it's been a very long time, but I really wanted to finish this, however I think its going to take at least one more part. Love you guys!
This fic is a collab with the beautiful, lovely crazy talented @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn @grungyblonde
“I promise I’ll be back home to you soon Hap, I’m so sorry babe I have to go. I’ll call soon.. I’ll be home soon” I flipped the phone shut quickly, the shower curtain sliding across the rod signaling the end of my conversation with Happy. “forgot my towel, but seeing as your not dressed yet, maybe I didn’t really need one” Ragnar smirked, pulling me against his chest. I gasped feeling that his chest wasn’t the only thing hard, I could feel his member against my thigh as he leaned in to plant sloppy kisses down my neck, making his way to the valley between my breasts.
As much as I hated to admit to myself, gods he felt good. His hand reached around and yanked my head back by my hair, a moan falling from my lips. “fuck.. I love it when you make those sweet fucking noises, get on the bed. All fours. I want to hear you choke on my cock.” I of course did as he said, crawling on to the bed, turning to face his beautifully crafted cock. The Gods must have favored him greatly to give him such blessings. I was still sore from the night before.
“open your mouth.” Opening my mouth nice and wide for him, sticking my tongue out, my mouth was already watering in anticipation for him. He slid his cock between my lips, bringing it back out to slide it around my lips, coating them in my spit. “fuck you take my cock so good.” His cock slipped back into my mouth, and with each stroke he forced it down my throat a little more.
Grabbing a handful of hair in each hand he began to fuck my face without warning “I know you love chocking on daddy’s cock, don't you baby?” I did my best to moan out an answer, but that wasn’t good enough, Ragnar reached behind me spanking my ass. I almost came between the sting of his rings on my ass and the rawness in my throat, but I knew better. I was going to be a good girl for him today, tonight.. well that was a different story.
Without warning the bedroom door swung open Ragnar never lost his rhythm, and I never took my eyes off of him. “ahh starting without me again old friend, one might think you want Court all to yourself and a little to often recently” Floki always had a jealous side, especially when it came to Ragnar. It was kind of that way with all the men that had been in my life I suppose.
Without second thought to what Floki was implying Ragnar continued to fuck my face, my sloppy moans becoming louder “ you ever make her cum just by sliding your cock down her throat my friend?.... get the fuck out Floki, you'll have her tonight, we both will.” With a scowl on his face he turned and walked out the door, just as quickly as he had come through it.
______________________________________
Ragnar could be insatiable, and today was definitely one of those days. Walking out of the front door together, he stops grabbing me by my wrist and pulling me back to him wrapping his arm around my waist, and looking at me with that hunger still in his eyes, his hand wraps around my neck and he gives me a sloppy kiss. “I'll see you at the bar in a few hours. Make sure Charlie is around, I may need to see you alone in your office for a bit.” Chuckling Ragnar finally made his way to his bike, the engine thundering as he took off for the club house.
I shook my head in disbelief, I had gone so far down this hole, I wasn’t sure how I would get out, but I had a plan. On still shaking legs, I made my way to my truck. Once inside I took a deep breath, I needed to get my head right before I called Happy again. Grabbing the rearview mirror to make sure my lipstick was still in tact I let out a scream, startled by the ghost that sat in my back seat. “what the fuck Brie! Are you fucking kidding me? Trying to kill me? Is that you, or are you playing one of your games again?” Bri laughed, fucking laughed! “oh it’s me sweetheart. You wanna tell me what the fuck that was I just saw?” I scoffed turning back around and starting the engine.
“I had to do something Bri, I couldn’t run away from it. It’s true, I don’t have to be attached to this club, but people I love are attached to this fucking town, this fucking club, and that fucking asshole has ruined everything!” I was pissed, my voice raised with each word, not because I felt like I was being slut shamed, but because why the fuck did she get to run away!
“Court, don't. I can feel it, don’t start on me. I had a million reasons to do what I did.” Bri’s death glare from the back seat caused goose bumps to spread over me. I knew her powers had grown tremendously, it wasn’t likely that they had ceased to do so while she was away. Still there weren't many I backed down from. “a year and a half Bri? Well your back at least, no doubt just in time for the final scene. Ivar has been insufferable, maybe now at least you two can hash this shit out.” I threw the truck in drive and pulled away from the curb, Bri's face unscrunching, a smile lightly playing at the corners, before she began to chuckle lightly. “you got balls bitch, but remember mine are bigger.” Oh how I was aware.
I dropped Bri off at her club and made my way to the bar, making good time. “Good morning Charlie! I gave him a bright smile. He chuckled “morning boss, you have a visitor in your office.” The devious smirk on his face confused me. “Thanks Charlie, be out in a bit” I called over my shoulder, making it to my door quickly, my heart was in my stomach, what if Ragnar beat me here and wondered why it took me so long to get here. I guess he would find out before the days end that Bri was back anyway.
I swung the door open, fully expecting those I icey eyes to be staring back at me, instead rich mahogany eyes stared back at me. I had longed to see those eyes for weeks, I was frozen. “I had to make sure you were okay.” Those words made me flash back to this morning, the desires I felt, the guilt was a heavy feeling in my chest, but I was doing what I had to. “Court come here… please” Happy broke my haze of guilt for the moment.
“Happy, God’s I’m so glad to see you.” I quickly dropped my bag in the chair by my desk, rounding it to curl myself into his arms. “Babe please don’t take this wrong, but you can’t be here, Ragnar, Floki, they could be having the place watched.” Hap tensed at those names, he hated having a constant reminder that I still wasn’t his completely. “I was careful, Charlie helped me out, but I could give two fucks, they’re just two more faces to add to my collection.” I understood his frustration, but he was jeopardizing everything I had been working so hard for. If they didn’t trust me I was as good as dead.
“Hap it ends tonight, I’ll be back in Charming and sporting your crow within the month baby, I just need you to let me finish this, without threatening everything I’ve done the past year and a half!” Hap scrunched his face, and pulled away from me, offended, hurt I would accuse him of putting me in any kind of predicament. “you think I’m not careful, that I wouldn’t do anything to keep you safe, to help you see this through? I’ve been sitting on the god damn side line for over a fucking year waiting for YOU Court, YOU! I asked you to take my crow for fucks sake, this ain’t no fucking joke to me, get your shit together and fucking come home, or I’ll fucking end it, the SONS ain’t worried about no war between us and OE!” I wasn’t really that surprised by his outburst, he was right, but I WAS worried.
“fuck…Ubbe…keep fucking me just like that baby” Ubbe's fingers tangled in Kia's hair, her back was flush against his chest, fucking her from behind. Those deep, hard, long thrusts driving Kia to the edge. Ubbe had his face burried in Kia’s neck, leaving bites followed by soft wet kisses to sooth the pleasurable pain he was inflicting on her, his grunts and moans filling the air. “This pussy will always be mine baby, Ivar could never fuck you like I do, I’m done with his games, you’re mine Kia, this pussy is mine, and soon you will be swollen with my child again." Ubbe had increasingly become more and more possessive, and as toxic as it could be at times, it was enough to pull Kia over the that edge, causing Kia to scream out his name over and over, her whole body shaking, eyes rolling, a woman possessed, her orgasm squeezed his cock so fucking perfectly his knees nearly faltered, “Fuck Kia, yes fucking cum all over my cock.” Ubbe's mouth fell open, and his orgasm washed over him. His cock spraying his hot seed inside her for the third time this morning, neither of them could stand any longer, the look of bliss on their faces as they fell to the bed. Ubbe took her face in his hands, kissing her with hunger still, he would never get enough of the way Kia made him feel so fucking good.
“You ever love anything so much you’d do anything to protect it?” Hap had heard that line before, but it was just as much true in my situation as it was in Jackson's. Hap leaned into me, his face a mere two inches from mine. “Come home Court, I’m done with the cat and mouse shit, take them down, protect your people and get the fuck out so we can move on.” He had said all he was going to, without a word he kissed my lips softly, and turned to walk out the door. “I love you Hap, and I’ll prove it I promise.” Hap didn’t acknowledge my declaration, he was gone. “FUCK” my head hurt, and it wasn’t even 9 am yet, what a fucking day it was going to be. “you alright boss? Sorry if over stepped, I didn’t think you would mind a visit from an old friend.” Charlie had stuck his head in my office hearing my frustrated growl, he looked like he was worried he had made the wrong move, but I wasn’t upset with him. “Its okay Charlie, you did right. Thanks”
________________________________________
Across town..
When he finally caught his breath Ubbe opened his mouth, “I meant what I said Kia, we're done with Ivars games, I don’t care what we have to do. We can runaway, fuck, everyone else has. Bri, Hvitserk. Court almost made it out. We can go, start over.” Kia wanted the same, but she wasn’t blind by the orgasm that had taken over earlier, she knew without a doubt Ivar would hunt her down, she wasn’t going to take Isla from him, he would likely kill them in the most painful way, and she damn sure wasn’t leaving her baby girl alone with that motherfucker.
“Ubbe, we’ve been over this a million times, you know that’s what I want, but you don’t have a clue what terror awaits for us if we do.”
Some queens they all turned out to be she thought. Bri was no where to be found, ran away from her problems, leaving her to take the brunt of Ivars madness. Court leaving the only man that truly treated her as an equal, to be stuck between not one but two that treated her like property, but that’s what they were right “property of” whichever biker they had fallen for. And lastly herself, forced to be with a man that she had once loved so deeply, but despised with every fiber in her being now.
“earth to Kia.. are you listening to me?” Ubbe pulled her from her self loathing thoughts, she looked at his concerned face, those blue as ice eyes that all three of the men she loved in her life had possessed. “sorry babe I was just daydreaming about your little fantasy life” Ubbe gave her a look of disbelief “Its not a fantasy, it could be reality if you would just get your head out of Ivars ass and help me make it happen” Ubbe was frustrated now, his post orgasmic bliss gone. She clearly hadn't heard a word he said, “but you know as well as I do” Kia jumped up from the bed cutting him off as she landed on her feet “you know damn well what would happen, I’m fucking sick of talking about it, this is just how are fucking lives are for now Ubbe, I’m not putting my babies in an even more fucked up situation for you” Ubbe tried to cut in, get a word in, but when Kia was on roll, there was no stopping her. Kia paced the room ranting, picking up her clothes. Ubbe stood to stop her, try and calm her, but she was out the door before he could reach for her. Ubbe sighed, “great talk Kia.”
he blinked a few times, did that really just happen?
Kia wasn’t ready for those conversations, and she wouldn’t be until Ivar could be half way rational, she wasn’t sure that would ever happen though. They had been miserable for over a year now. The sex was still fucking amazing, especially when the hate they had for one another boiled over into sexual tension, but they both thought of someone else when they came, and the after glow of that orgasm only lasted so long.
Kia pulled into the parking lot noticing Courts Tahoe pulling behind her, once her car was parked in front of her shop she took a peek at the clubhouse, eyes scanning to see any signs of Ivar, she wasn’t looking for another fight, she just wanted to meet with her client and do what she loved doing best. “What the actual fuck” Kia had to do a double take, her heart slammed in her chest, those last words she spoke to her sister, her best friend and fellow queen running though her head. “freak” how she ever said those words she wasn't sure, but she remembered that feeling of betrayly, though all the time that had past, that feeling had dissipated. She was still pissed though, the bitch never bothered to come back, try to make amends, that's not what family was about. Kia's eyes narrowed as she flung her door open, stepping out of the car, but before she could make her way over she spotted Bri holding on to the hands of two little boys no older than 5, they were a perfect mix of ocean blue eyes, and lovely bronzed skin, they were identical, they were twins, but Bri had only been gone for no more than a year and a half… how could this be, were they actually the product of Ivar and Bri's love? Before she could fully approach Bri, Court was beside her, the same look of bewilderment on her face. “Are they….?” Before she could finish, “it would appear that way” Kia let out, fuck how powerful had Bri become while she was hiding away, and is that why she didn’t come back sooner?
Honestly I don't have the tag list anymore, I'm so sorry! I hope to have part two in the works and finished before this upcoming week comes to an end. Love you guys!
@whenimaunicorn @pokeasleepingsmaug @bloodyivar @ivarsshieldmadien @ivars-heathen-army @therealcalicali @sparklemichele @ivarsrideordie @vikingsbifrost @starrynite7114
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
n.jm: where were you?
summary: y/n does not know what the fuck is going on half of the time.
pairing: highschool!fboi!jaemin x fem!reader
warning: a lot of cursing, drug usage reference, crackheadness, maybe a lot of grammer error. this is my first bullet-scenario au so yeah. also! this a collab with the lovely @huangsren in out nct dreamies alternate universe teehee. she has a lovely, fluffy renjun one up so go read it!
part two!
you okay let’s get this collab with @huangsren
so at NCT High if you don't know Na Jaemin who the hell are you? like everyone knows this kid from lunch ladies to the freaking janitors
its not a surprise since the dude is literally dead drop gorgeous and has a shit ton of social skills. like the boy deadass can swindle his way out of detention (which he did) with just a wink
typical fboi but instead of it being a huge turn-off, girls still throw themselves on him even when he WARNS them beforehand that he isn't looking for a serious thing
still, they get attached and heartbroken when he tells them “this isn’t working out”
his friends (aka art-hoe!renjun and student-athlete!jeno) always rolls their eyes when jaemin rolls up into the lunchroom with his arms wrapped around a new girl’s shoulder
“bet she’s not going to last two weeks”- renjun slapping down a 10$
“knowing him, this isn’t going to last more than a week”- jeno said but still sliding over a 10$ bill
AND SUPRISE it doesn’t
both renjun and jeno don’t approve of his philandering, but they stick w jaemin cause he’s still their best bud cause bros before hoes ya know what i mean?
this is especially true with jeno cause they’ve been bffl since they were like five but that doesn’t mean that jaemin is anything like jeno.
nah man they both are the complete opposite of each other
like jeno is a quiet reserved student-athlete boi but jaemin out here acting like a little thotty
nomin is like a package deal, no one can separate them
here where out little y/n comes in
surprisingly you’re childhood friends w nomin
both u and jeno are neighbors and your families have been friends since before you were even conceived
your moms’ have weekly tea times where they’d gossip about everything and anything while your dads would be watching the weekly soccer/football games drinking a cold one
you and jeno would be playing with some legos or barbies
jeno had a minor (major) barbie obsession which was probably induced by you
don’t tell anyone but jeno still binge-watches barbie movies;;;his favorite really be the princess charm school one
like i said nomin is a package deal so expect jaemin to be taging along to yours and jeno’s weekly playdate
imagine you being the princess while jaemin pretended to be the prince and jeno was the dragon,,,yeah man it was so lit
this isn’t a jeno fic btw keep in mind its still jaemin
all of that stuff before was when the three of you were like kids
once highschool came around all three of you found ur niches: jeno was the student-athlete, jaemin was well that guy that was wanted by all the girls
and you were just a regular mundane student ya know,,,you weren’t extremely talented nor smart you just floated around
u still hung around jeno tho but your friendship was really lowkey
like both of y'all would wait until the other one was completely alone or do some ridiculous actions to deliver the simplest messages
jeno would look both ways before slipping you a note in class that said “can your mom drive me home today?” and you would make sure no one was looking before nodding secretly
or the two of you would hide behind bushes to say that y'all parents wanted to have dinner together tonight
tbh yall could just text each other but where’s the fUN in that?
jaemin, on the other hand, was someone you haven’t a solid conversation with since sophomore year bc of an incident
basically, you had helped one of your friends into a relationship with jaemin that lasted for about two months,,, which was considerably a long time considering that it was jaemin.the two of them were a fat power couple
ur friend, let’s call her ella, was probably one of the more popular girls at school. she was well-known for being the prettiest, kindest girl that everyone LOVES
anyways, things didn’t end so well bc he stood her up at hoco even though he was gonna be crowned homecoming king and her queen.
no one knows why jaemin just ditched but he did.
didn’t stick well with your friend tho cause she stopped talking to you as well not really giving you an explanation
and this led to everyone in your friend group to kinda put all the blame onto you
this is also when jaemin picked up his heartbreaker reputation and began living up to that title
at first ur were hella mad and sad, but you got over it cause being outcasted and kicked out of that friend group led you to befriend the local stoner boi!haechan
honestly, you got over it but after ignoring and avoiding jaemin for a whole year it just stuck.
yall never talked again
here comes SENIOR YEARS BITS
u were so done w school at this point, you had suffered and labored through junior year,,, SAT and ACT were the biggest bitches you ever faced in your lifetime and this is coming from someone who was friends with the resident shithead lee haechan
so it’s lunchtime and you’re listening to haechan’s wild story about some shenanigan that he and his weed dealer/ older college friend mark had gotten up to the past weekend
“so like we were just hitting a blunt this weekend in mark’s car and this cop pulls up next to us.mark rolls down the window and all of the smoke just hits the cops in the face”
“you're a fucking idiot, haechan”
“listen bitch, i’m not done”
“so the cop is doing the regular illegal drugs bullshit and asked mark a question. understand at this point that mark is high as fuck so i kid you not the crackhead says quack. nothing else just quack. honestly, i still don’t know how we got out of that but we did and lee haechan is still in school.”
you want to slap your friend with a big smh at this point
but it so ridiculous and so haechan that you can’t say anything else
and you don’t have too! bc someone taps ur shoulder pulling you out of your convo and boom it’s ella
“hey, y/n” she starts out sweetly and you could feel haechan’s bitch face directed towards the girl, who seemed to just ignore the boy
“what’s up, ella?” you were hella fucking slightly irritated and highkey suspicious bc like this was the first time that she talked to you in like two years
“this out of the blue, but you know how prom is coming up soon? we need extra hands on the planning community,” ella explained with a bright smile “we need another person to work on making the centerpieces for each table, but we only have one person on that”
“okay, so what does this have to do with her?” haechan’s bitchy tone soaked in each word
ella’s smile faltered slightly at his words, but it was so subtle that only people with keen eyes could notice
“i hope that i’m not imposing anything on to you.” ella trying to reassure “but Mr. Moon told me that you still need some community service hours for our graduation requirement so I just assumed that this would be a good opportunity for you.”
oh shit
you completely forgot about that and you still needed like another 10 hours to complete
“ummmm”
“i wouldn’t ask you this but my workload is completely swamped” ella added “it would be a big help if you can help. haechan, you can help too!”
haechan let out a loud gag that seemed to baffle her
“oh hell no, i already got my community service hours done like freshmen year.”
you gave haechan the most incredulous face you could make cause like this druggie who gets high every other week and vapes in the bathroom really finished his community service hours before you????how??
“don’t look at me like that.” haechan kicked you underneath the table “it was before i learned how to roll a blunt”
“drugs aren’t good for you, haechan,” ella chided
haechan made a mocking face,,you know the one he does like that one,,”not all of us can be little miss goodie-two-shoes like you”
oKAy time to do some damage control before your shithead friend gets himself into more shit
“i’ll do it. just text me the details.”
“thank you so much y/n!” ella said before bouncing off
“i hate her” haechan stated
“you hate everyone”
CUE aFTerschool when you follow ella’s text to go to the art building where everyone was gathered
the minute you walked in you realized that you should have just said no and done some other community service activity cause jaemin was present standing in the corner and other people who you once called your close friends that turned out to be fat snakes
now you gotta deal with them again (aww shit here we go again)
ella is motioning you to come into the classroom which you obliged cause you figured that you possibly could survive w ur rbf on as you made your way to the other unoccupied corner
there was some whispering in the background but you ignored it cUASE like hyuk always says: “you just gotta get high and block out all the haters”
well, he was right about the second half, not so much the first.
“alright everyone! thank you so much for volunteering to help set up for our senior prom! we only have about three weeks so we have to get all of the decorations done as soon as possible!” ella said in a chirpy tone
a lot of people looked motived by the girl’s bubby short speech on how everyone needs to put in 100% of their effort. you zoned that out as you caught the sleeping figure at the teacher's desk
“goddamn you mr.moon forcing me to be here” you grumbled in your head almost missing your assigned duty,
“y/n!” your head snapped in the direction that your name was called
you saw ella standing with jaemin and the sirens go off in your head
FUCK THIS
you let out a loud sigh before trotting over to the two
ella gave you a piece of paper that had the centerpieces’ picture on them along with a long list of decorations “all you guys have to do is make about 300. all the directions are on the sheet and the supplies are in the other room. it’s really simple, just have it done by next friday.”
you nearly popped a blood vessel
300 by next friday? today was wednesday so that meant you only had ten days to finish all 300 of them
so you and jaemin are walking to the classroom next door to get the supplies y’all needed,,, in your head, you were just cursing everything in existence for putting you into this position especially mr. moon
“so how did she rope you into this?” you heard jaemin say from beside you as you both carried boxes out to the parking lot.
you two came to the good conclusion to split the load so that he would do half and you would do half
150 it’s not that bad
15 a day
hell yeah
it was so strange and foreign talking to him since it’s been about two whole years.
he had a nice voice tho ngl maybe that’s why he got out of that detention that one time
“she somehow found out that i still needed to complete my community service hours before graduation” you murmured, praying that haechan remembered you telling him to wait for you after school
he probably ditched you to get high or hang out with one girl he liked
all jaemin said was “oh” and the rest of the walk to the school’s parking lot was quiet
the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the knife would break
“hey can i ask you a question?” jaemin asked when the two of you were about to go your separate ways
you could see mark’s old beat-down car meaning that haechan, in fact, did ditch you but had the decency to call up mark to pick you up
“yeah, go ahead”
“how come you still talk to jeno, but not me?”
i shit you not this was the quietest and deepest voice that you ever heard jaemin project
you didn’t know how to reply so you looked down at the large box in your hand, mumbling some incoherent excuse
“can you repeat that?”
“ i said, we don’t really have any other reasons to be friend's unlike me and jeno”
“is that all?” jaemin asked, probably catching onto your bullshit
you were probably delusional but you could’ve sworn you heard some sadness in the tone he used
you nodded quickly trying to get to mark’s car hoping to avoid further conversation
but boy was jaemin stubborn
“that wasn’t a good explanation,y/n! ” jaemin called out after you.
this time he sounded more lighthearted than before
you turn around to face jaemin who had a fatass smile on his face
damn was he good looking smiling like that
“give me a better reason tomorrow or else i’m taking you on a date!” his dazzling smile nearly blinding you as he made his way to his own car
inside your head little y/n is going whattheactualfuck?
“what’s with that shook face?” mark ask as you climbed into the passenger seat
“what the fuck?” you say
“huh?”
you look at mark “what the ACTUAL fuck?”
poor mark is like wtf is wrong with her,,,did haechan get her on some type of crack?
that night while you were making the little centerpieces you were still going over what jaemin said
you looked at the last centerpiece you finish making
was he flirting with me? or was he serious?
he sounded sad when i said that tho?
at the same, this was jaemin, a boy who is well-known for having flings left and right.
he’s probably just flirting
until next day! jaemin pops up next to you as while you get your shit from your locker for your first class
“did you come up with a good explanation yet?
his sudden appearance startled you causing you to subconsciously let out a yelp
“cute” he said, and you forced down the blush that was about to show
“i thought i told you already?” causing jaemin to shake his head like a cute little puppy
“i don’t accept it.i want a better one,” he said sounding like a spoiled toddler
you gave him the “wtf do you mean look” and he was about to reply until you saw haechan walking through the school doors with a pair of sunglasses on which can only mean one thing
that little shit head came to school high again
you pushed passed jaemin and stormed towards haechan pulling him to some vacant hallway to lecture him
leaving jaemin standing there staring at your backs as the two of you left
jaemin’s smile dropping significantly as he nearly glared over at the two of you leaving, specifically at the back of haechan’s head
“dude, why do you look like you’re going to murder someone?” jeno asked as jaemin sat next to him at their lab station
you weren’t in this chemistry class but haechan was,,,and it was his naptime
“how is y/n friends with him?” jaemin stared directly at a sleeping haechan
jeno follows his line of sight, letting out a sigh once he notices it was haehcan
“she never really told me, but i assume it was because she stopped being friends with ella and that group” jeno said honestly. he raised an eyebrow in question at his bffl “why do you need to know”
jaemin didn’t answer him, continuing to glaring at the sleeping male
jeno rolled his eyes at his friend's antics
but in a serious tone, he warns to his friend, “don’t pull your games with y/n.”
except jaemin’s head wasn’t registering this warning,,he was solely focused on how lee fucking haechan the biggest stoner of NCT High managed to take a girl’s attention from him, na jaemin....it was simply ridiculous
maybe he really was an attention seeker bc he made a beeline for your table during lunch instead of his regular one once he saw just how loud you were laughing at haechan’s joke
“what’s so funny?” jaemin asked sliding into the seat next to you
now both of you and our boy hyuk is like wtf
immediately you’re on defense, “what are you doing here?”
“you never gave me a good explanation!” jaemin pouted, giving you fat puppy eyes
those aLMost worked
“uhhhhhh” you try to find a good excuse but jaemin quickly cuts you off
“it’s okay if you don’t have a good explanation,” jaemin reaches over and steals a fry from haechan’s tray eliciting a hissing sound from the boy “you just have to go on a date with me”
then he winks
and he's gone
“what in the holy fuck just happened?”
the amount of time that y/n has said wtf is unbelievable
haechan’s sunglasses slip down the bridge of nose and you could see his red eyes giving you a look of disappointment, “and you say i have issues”
“stfu before i slit your throat”
the rest of the day wasn’t any easier on you tbh. you learned that jaemin was really really stubborn and very very clingy
the boy deadass scanned the whole hallway to find your face so he could tag along with you to your next class even though you could have sworn that his class was one the other side of the school
he kept on bombarding you with questions on what you wanted to get after school and if you like roller skating
by some means, you were able to hide in the library for the rest of the study hall period which meant that you could probably avoid jaemin until school ended
you spotted a familiar boy huddled in the corner reading a book that made you squint your eyes.
marching over to jeno, your eyes just say “explain”
jeno looked at you with like those wide eyes he does when he’s shookth bc the two of you never interacting in school so puBlicly
“what the hell is na jaemin trying to pull?” you whispered-yelled plopping down in the wooden seat next to the athlete
jeno is all like????wydm
and you explain your whole situation to him and he just lets out the biggest sigh
“he doesn’t like being left on read”
“what do you mean?”
“i mean, that’s what you basically did to him sophomore year. he was kinda depresso about how you just stopped talking to him out of nowhere. by the way, why did you do that?”
tbh you really didn’t know at first you were mad at him
was it bc his actions caused all your friends to blame you for his inability to commit to a relationship,,, but it’s been two years since that incident
you got over it, so why were you still avoiding jaemin?
“i dunno after him and ella broke up, i didn’t have a reason to talk to him.”
jeno looked at you like “really? is that your answer?”
“think about that question again because i’m sure that that's, not the whole answer.”
now you’re more confused but also very mad about how both of them weren’t accepting your reason as valid!
so as you were furiously making the stupid centerpieces that ella forced you into volunteering to do
angry y/n really got through a solid 50 of them
you pondered on jeno’s words and you thought back to sophomore year
you remembered still joking around lightheartedly w jaemin until he started dating ella
he actually spent a lot of time and effort even ditching jeno sometimes for her which was okay cause jeno would chill w renjun or even you (mostly bc he could watch barbie movies w no shame)
everything was alright until homecoming came around and jaemin flaked on ella leading them to breakup the next day
and ella to stop talking to you which made everyone mad you or think that you were the one that caused the breakup
WHICH YOU DIDN”T
you were the one that hooked the two of them up too! so it was really unfair!
it's like 2 am and you don’t know what came over to text jeno but you did
y/n: why didn’t jaemin go to hoco sophomore year?
you felt instant regret after sending that text bc like it probably made it seem like you were interested in jaemin,,,, which you were totally not!
seconds later jeno slaps you with the ”ask him yourself”
fattest facepalm
so that’s how you spent the entire night finishing all of your centerpieces that you were assigned to make cuz of your frustration
wow we love a productive y/n
alrighty this is where shit goes down
now that you were done with all of your centerpieces you took them to the art room the next day before school where ella was there doing her stoof
she looked up with a giant smile when you came in with a giant box
“you finished all of it?”
“nah just 150. jaemins finishing the other half” you set the box down
“oh okie,” ella nodded returning to whatever she was doing beforehand
since it was just the two of you in the classroom and you’ve been dying to know the answer since sophomore year
so fuck it
“hey ella, can i ask you a question?”
the said girl looked up with that same friendly smile that she gave everyone “of course!”
“why didn’t jaemin show up to hoco sophomore year?” you blurted out
in an instant, ella’s smile dropped and there was a sudden cold look in her eyes
“you already know the answer to that, y/n, you don’t need me to answer you. now if you excuse me, i have things i have to do” ella said in a very unlike-ella-way
her answer made you even more confused than ever bc how were you supposed to know the answer to THAT
confused!y/n is even more confused
however, all your questions were about to be answered, not really tho
you’re on your way to the third period with the same burning question in your head: why the hell did jaemin not show up to sophomore year hoco??? someone help?
tbh you didn’t even notice someone yanking you into the janitor’s closet until you were surrounded in darkness and someone's hands were clasp over your mouth
“it’s me, jaemin” his soft whisper sent tings down your spine
he let go of your mouth to switch on the light
“are you fucking insane?”
“yes, but it’s only cause i’m madly in love with you”
you rolled your eyes “cut the bullshit, jaemin, what do you want?”
“our date. you never gave me a solid explanation, so i want a date”
you were about to reject him but then an idea formed in your head
“fine”
and with that one-word jaemin’s eyes glowed 10x brighter with his smile almost blinding you
cheesy i know.
“let’s go now!”
the boy was really about to skip class just to go on this stupid date w you
is he that bored? did he really run out of girls to date?
but then again you really don’t want to go to math bc you’re pretty sure there's a test today that you haven’t studied for yet
so that’s how you found yourself with jaemin at the local ice cream parlor
jaemin INSISTED that y'all share a sundae, which he also fought you to pay for
there a silence that falls upon you for a little bit
jaemin breaks it though like he breaks heart (okay minnie that’s kinda mean)
“ella told me that you finished your half of the centerpieces in two days. that’s pretty impressive,” he comments
you nodded staring at the ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup
“to be honest, i haven’t gotten much done yet,” he admitted, continuing to ramble on “it’ll get done. i might even pay renjun to do it, but i’m pretty sure he’s too preoccupied with this girl that he’s been pining over for a while”
“speaking of which, are you seeing anyone right now?” jaemin asks out of nowhere.
“lol i could be doing other things with my time.”
jaemin observes your face closely taking in the faint blush on your cheeks from his direct gaze, “so what about that haechan dude?”
“what about him?”
“are the two of you a thing?”
you nearly gagged
“there no way in hell i’d ever get with haechan. besides, he’s having some of his own girl problems right now. he was being a little bitch about it too”
“good” jaemin says really contently.
“why didn’t you go to hoco sophomore year?” you finally asked
taken back slightly, jaemin softly smiles down at the half-eaten sundae
instead of answering you, he asked another question “why did you stop talking to me?”
you gulp, but eventually, you had to tell him the truth even though it was kinda dumb and immature
“because ella was mad at me after the two of you broke up.”
he shifted his gaze up to your own eyes
“do you know why she was mad at you?”
you shook your head
jaemin smiled again
this time it kinda looked sad :(
“because she knew that i was in love with you”
#na jaemin#na jaemin scenarios#na jaemin angst#na jaemin fluff#na jaemin imagines#nct dream#nct dream au#na jaemin au#jaemin na#jeno#haechan#chenle#renjun#jisung#angst#fluff#highschool au#nct#nct imagines#nct sceanrios#nct au#umm maybe there will be a part two#idk mans
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Close Encounters of The Muddy Kind FFXV FXtober Fic
Summary:
Noct decides to drag Prompto out on a solo hunt after Gladio teases him about his skills. Needless to say, things do not go as planned.
Notes:
I had an awesome opportunity to do a collab with the wonderful Blackchocomuffin for the XVTOBER prompt Bad Hunt. Their artwork is linked in the story and right here too!
--
The rain had soaked his hair at this point. Wiping away the water did little good as Prompto trudged behind Noct. The large ominous gray clouds currently dumping heavy, angry rain on them had been nowhere in sight when they’d left camp. So much for the easy hunt, Noct had promised. “Dude, can we go back now?” Prompto yelled over the pounding of the rain.
“Huh?” Noct shouted without turning, his gaze focused on something further down the slope they were trekking up. The slope which was steadily getting harder to climb, the higher they went.
“Let’s go back! The weather sucks!”
“Nah we got this today is our day!”
Sighing heavily Prompto continued to tramp through the mud after his prince. Noct was taking this too seriously. One little jab from Gladio about being a shitty hunter had triggered this awful adventure. Noct was positive he could complete a successful hunt without the assistance of Gladio or Ignis. They’d gone out plenty of times, just the two of them, but the bounty had been for gems or catching a stray chocobo. This time Noct was after something more vicious.
Ignis almost didn’t let them leave earlier, and Prompto wished the advisor had put up more of a fight. Anything would be better than slogging through the mud and getting drenched. Prompto was about to complain again when a noise from behind made him whip around. Staring at the narrow path revealed nothing but rain and mud.
“Nooocct,” Prompto drawled, “buddy, I heard something.” There was no reply as Prompto stood frozen in place. “Noct,” he tried again not wanting to take his eyes off the trail.
A faint huffing came, followed by heavy footfalls. “We’re not going back! That’s finaaaaaaahhh!”
Wide-eyed at how loud Noct had yelled at him Prompto felt his stomach grow uneasy. Noct never yelled at him. “Hey, uh, no need to yell.” The pounding rain and whipping wind were all that he heard in return. Whatever had made the noise in the woods was probably still there, but Prompto would never know unless it attacked. Taking a chance he turned around slowly to try and explain to Noct what he’d heard.
Nothing but muddy footprints remained in front of him. Where in the hell had Noct run off to? Upset that his friend had literally ditched him Prompto instantly forgot about the threat in the woods. Looking around he tried to see if he could spot his so-called friend. Then, he heard a sound. A loud guttural shout that resembled Noct’s ‘I’m super pissed voice’ ringing out from down below.
Looking back down at his feet Prompto noted that Noct’s tracks had come back to check on him but then they’d gone near the edge of the path and disappeared. Leaning forward Prompto noted the fresh human-sized trail in the mud. A trail that led all the way back down the steep slope they’d been climbing. Shit, had Noct actually fallen? “Noct!” he cried in a panic. Another loud yell answered his call. Okay, that was either a good or very bad sign.
Prompto didn’t have time to process what happened next when a very angry looking coeurl flew out of the woods. Without pause, he made to summon his gun but the coeurl and the path were suddenly gone. He’d taken a step back and inadvertently taken the same way down as Noct.
How Noct hadn’t screamed his head off on the ride down was a mystery. Prompto yelled the whole time and continued when he’d come to a stop next to a very cross looking prince. Noct immediately noticed his gun and looked back up to the top while attempting to stand to fight if need be.
“What’s going on?!” he demanded, eyes still trained upward.
“Coeurl tried to attack me,” Prompto gasped.
Noct looked over at him with worry, “Are you alright? Did it get you?”
“M’fine, I fell before it could attack.”
“How far do you think we are from camp?” Noct asked as he stood and held his hand out.
Accepting the help Prompto stood and looked around. “I dunno a couple of miles?”
“You like running don’t you?” Noct checked as he tried to remove the mud stuck to his shirt. It was a fruitless effort; Noct was absolutely covered in the stuff. Peering down at his own clothing revealed the same issue. Without waiting for an answer Noct tugged him in the direction of camp and they both broke out in a run.
Thankfully, the coeurl didn’t make chase. They didn’t stop running though, the threat of almost getting attacked was too fresh to ignore. Only slowing when they saw the haven ahead, Prompto worked to catch his breath. He was actually a better runner than Noct so he knew his friend had to be feeling this exercise. His muscles ached terribly as they clawed their way up the side of the haven.
They were safe, or so they thought.
--
“Mightn’t we go look for them? It’s been nearly two hours and I’m starting to worry,” asked Ignis as he looked out across the landscape.
“Princess is fine, we told em to call if something came up.”
“Yes, well, I’m sure I heard a shout earlier, despite what you think.” Ignis knew what Noct sounded like, especially when in distress. It was an unmistakable noise. “Perhaps we should at least call? I sure they got rained on,” he added glumly. The thought of Noct and Prompto needing their help was weighing on Ignis.
“What and ruin their fun?! Nah, it’s all good,” Gladio huffed as he waved Ignis off. “Little adventure and rain never hurt anyone.” Though, he didn’t sound convinced.
Wandering closer to the edge of the haven Ignis peered out into the distance. He knew Gladio was starting to worry as well. Checking the time, Ignis decided he’d wait another ten minutes before going to look for them.
The time eventually ticked by and Ignis was starting to prepare for a trek into the wilderness. He was not content to wait any longer. Pulling out his phone he called first on the off chance they were nearby. The call never connected. “We need to find them, Noct’s phone isn’t working,” Ignis announced as he grabbed his jacket.
“Did you try Prompto’s phone?”
“Yes, a while ago, it buzzed rather uselessly in the tent where he left it charging with the battery pack.”
“Ah, that’s bad.”
Humming in response Ignis was about to don his coat when two figures ran out of the woods near the side of the haven. Heaving a great sigh of relief Ignis dropped his coat over the back of the camp chair and watched his prince and Prompto run like their ass was on fire. Something had occurred; Ignis wasn’t sure whether it was bad or good at this point. However, the closer they got the more likely it seemed that something bad had happened.
Noct was covered from head to toe in mud and Prompto matched. His normally bright blond locks were all but covered. How could those two have gotten so dirty? They’d only been gone for the afternoon. Dipping out of sight briefly to crest the top of the haven, their frantic breathing was all he heard for a few seconds. Then Ignis was gifted with a closeup view of absolute carnage. It appeared their idea of a hunt involved taking a romp in a mud puddle, a very big mud puddle, or possibly a river of the stuff from the looks of it.
Before Ignis could chide his charge on getting so filthy a choked laugh erupted from nearby. Gladio had come to stand next to him to witness the arrival of the mud king and his friend. The laughing only got louder as the two younger men edged closer. “Gladio, must you?” Ignis scolded, but he was admittedly having a hard time keeping a straight face. The look of pure annoyance on Noct’s face and Prompto’s clear frustration were rather comical.
“I thought you were going on a hunt?”
“We were!” Noct shouted still remaining frozen in place at the edge of the haven. His face barely twitched though, he was very upset.
Prompto on the other hand was shaking himself like a dog trying to get the loose bits of mud to fall away. This tactic didn’t do much but send a few blobs sailing onto Noct. The prince merely took a deep breath and gave Prompto the iciest side glare Ignis had ever seen on him. Prompto of course didn’t notice as he was still dancing around in place attempting to shake off the dirt.
“Uggg I can feel it in my shoes!” the blond whined. “It’s not funny Gladio!” he added looking at the shield.
Gladio couldn’t even respond he was still laughing so hard. Shaking his head Ignis began formulating how to best tackle the issue at hand. How to get two very dirty people clean without getting everything else messy? Before he could suggest a course of action Noct began trudging over to the camp chairs. “Oh no highness, I must in insist you remain standing or sit on the edge of the haven until you are cleaned up.”
“Specs! I’m tired! I slid down a hill and got all beat up by roots and stuff. I wanna sit down!” Noct exclaimed.
“What?!” Gladio wheezed having finally caught his breath from laughing. “You fell off the side of a hill?”
“It’s Prompto’s fault,” Noct deadpanned, his prior outburst having drained all his remaining energy.
“Hey! Not fair! I heard a noise and you didn’t believe me!”
“I was on the lookout for something to hunt and you distracted me.”
“Aw come on buddy, we were the ones getting hunted out there!” Prompto defended. “If I hadn’t heard that coeurl the--.”
“Excuse me?” Ignis cut in with concern, “A coerul?”
“Yeah, I heard it behind me, I mean I didn’t see it at first but then Noct ignored me, and then I thought he’d run off like a jerk!” Prompto stopped his ramble to point at Noct accusingly. “But then I realized he’d fallen and that’s when the coeurl attacked --.”
“It attacked?!” Ignis interjected as he stepped forward to check for any signs of injury on the two men.
“No, I fell before it could get me,” Prompto finished.
“You mean you tripped?” Gladio checked.
“No big guy I fell, just like I said. I took the same way down the hill as Noct. On my butt in a pile of mud!”
Gladio began snickering again but managed to keep his composer this time. “So you both are okay, the big scary cat didn’t actually attack either of you?”
“Thank the six, no! We ran outta there as fast as we could.”
“We had a head start,” Noct added dryly as he stood wavering in place.
Ignis nearly took pity on his prince and allowed him to sit in the camp chair, but the thought of cleaning all the mud off made him reconsider. “Perhaps a trip down the river is in order. I’ll send Gladio with you in case something else tries to stalk you.”
“I’m not going hunting in the rain ever again, I don’t care how bad Gladio teases us!” Prompto huffed as he started to walk towards the tent.
Stepping to the side, Ignis halted Prompto’s progress. “Allow me to gather your things. The less mud you track around the better.”
“Really? Thanks, Iggy! I’m gonna go jump in the river I hate the feeling of all this mud sticking to me.” Prompto skipped off towards the edge and jumped off. He turned and motioned for Noct to follow. “Come on! Gladio’s coming with us this time. Let’s go!” he added shaking his hands around when Noct didn’t budge.
“Highness, please go and get cleaned up. I’ll have supper ready by the time you get back.”
Noct merely scowled at him and finally ducked his head before following Prompto. Quickly grabbing two towels and a plastic bag, Ignis handed them off to Gladio before he left. “Don’t worry about the clothing I’ll take care of it later. They can change in the tent when you all return.”
“You got it, Iggy,” Gladio offered with a smile before he hopped off and ran to catch up with the mud twins.
--
It’d taken some time to remove all the mud but Noct finally felt somewhat normal. As promised Ignis had dinner ready when they’d returned from the river. They’d all eaten and laughed about their adventure in rain and mud. However, the events of the day had been more exhausting than Noct realized, and he’d soon retired to the tent to sleep early.
Which was how he found himself a few hours later, staring up at the fabric ceiling, pondering whether he’d missed a spot. Squirming slightly Noct was convinced he could feel mud somewhere, but that was impossible he’d fully submerged himself in the river.
The others had all come to bed by now and were softly snoring, or so he thought. A quiet chuckle from the other side of the tent caused Noct to look up. Even in the dark Noct could see Gladio smiling. His eyes were closed but he was definitely laughing.
“What?” Noct hissed under his breath, “I know you’re awake.”
“I was just thinking of what you looked like all covered in mud, it was funny,” Gladio whispered.
“Yeah well don’t laugh until you try it! I swear I still have mud stuck on me somewhere!” he huffed.
Prompto groaned suddenly at the remark and flopped his arm around. “Aw man, you too? I can still feel it on my skin.”
Gladio barked out a laugh and then continued to giggle in his corner of the tent. Pursing his lips Noct took a deep breath and tried to ignore the phantom sensation of icky mud. He was about to tell Gladio to shut up when Ignis beat him to the punch.
“We’ll book a hotel tomorrow so we can all partake in a hot shower. Though, it appears some of us may need more cleaning than others.”
Noct would swear he heard Ignis stifle a laugh as they laid there in the dark. Focusing on the more important takeaway from the comment, Noct attempted to go back to sleep. He could last until tomorrow. The promise of a nice hot shower was enough to tide him over for now. Their hunt may have been terrible but he was still grateful to have his friends around to help him when he needed it.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Obsessive Tendencies
A/N: Here is Chapter 5 of the collab fic i am doing with the amazing and wonderful and talented (i could continue on all day) @tephi101 enjoy my loves.
Warnings: torture, non consensual touching, cursing, angst, despair, mind games, mentions of stalking
Chapter 5
I sat up slowly on my makeshift pallet that my captor made for me. He was snoring softly and I glanced over at him. How could someone who looked so peaceful be such a monster? I slid away from him slowly, not wanting to be near him. My ankle burned and my throat was raw but my headache was gone. I used a tiny counter to get to my feet and almost dropped as the shooting pain went to my ankle. I bit my lip to keep from yelping out in pain.
I limped my way around the room looking for anything I could use as a weapon. There was nothing. I glanced at the door for a second and noticed...a cattle prod. He left it there. If I could only make it. I turned to look at him. He had rolled over and was facing the wall. I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled quickly over to it. I picked it up and crawled over to him, as silently as I could. As soon as it made contact with his body he grabbed ahold of it and jerked it from my hand. He sighed in anger and shot to his feet. His eyes bloodshot from just waking up. I fell to my ass and scooted backwards towards the door as he sauntered slowly in my direction.
“Well, well...we seemed to have failed that test now...haven't we?” He asked, a dark smirk appearing on his face. How could I have been so stupid? Of course he left it there on purpose. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” He said in a demanding yet fearfully calm tone.
I felt the door against my back and knew there was nowhere else to go. My bottom lip quivered and I looked him in the eyes. “DO YOU?!” He yelled out, making me jump.
“I'm sorry.” I croaked out quickly.
He knelt down and licked his bottom lip. “Oh no. That's not going to fly this time. You're not sorry for betraying my trust. That was a pathetic attempt at getting out of your punishment. I know that. You know that. What do you REALLY have to say for yourself?”
I glared at him and mustered up enough bravery to say exactly what was on my mind. “You are a piece of shit. I'm not scared of you. You are a weak, little boy who gets his rocks off on hurting those smaller than him. What is it that you want? Huh? What do you get from all this?” My voice was cracking and shaky. I could probably play it off as my sore throat since it hadn't fully restored yet. It was still a bit whispery and I knew I sounded less than confident from that fact alone. He put a hand on my leg and started caressing it softly.
He was smiling as it traveled too far up for my liking, just enough to make me nervous and then back down. “Honesty. I like it. And you pretty much have me pegged don't you. Except for one thing. You were right about me getting off on your pain and the fact that you are a fighter. I will admit that. You know what else I get off on? The fact that one day, before this is all over, you'll be begging for me. I'm going to break you. I will be the only thing social in your life. You have nobody else. No friends. No family. Just me. And eventually...you are going to crave my company. Plead for it. And when that day comes it will be music to my ears.” I cocked my head to the side.
“Keep dreaming psycho.” I stated, watching his hand move.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I've been watching you for some time now. That little fire escape beside your bedroom window. I've been on that thing so many times. I have seen you with numerous lovers. So I know gentle touches like this, get you going. I also know that you like…” he grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head to the side before placing his mouth on my neck and kissing it softly. My skin started to tingle against my will and I jerked away. He laughed in my face and I glared at him. I felt like my privacy and myself had been violated. “Oh, and what you were wrong about.” He whispered in my ear. He started moving his hand up and down my leg again. “You may think me weak but who has the upper hand here?” He asked, as his hand traveled to my wounded ankle and pressed down with what I think was all his strength.
I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. Tears filled my eyes and then spilled over as I kicked back with my other leg, missing him completely. He stood, snatched me by my hair and drug me over to the pile of blankets on the floor. “Think about what you have said and done after I took care of you. You can't be trusted so I guess you will be okay for a couple days without me.” He said, smirking. He picked up all the medical supplies he brought and pulled all but one blanket out from under me. “Try to stay warm. It's supposed to get chilly these next few nights.”
I shook my head. “Please.”
“Please what?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I have no clothes. Please leave the blankets.” I sobbed. He looked at me and his features softened.
“I'm sorry but bad girls get punished. I'll see you in a couple days.” He said and started walking towards the door. I dropped my head and started crying, expecting him to just disappear out the door. He didn't. “Harlow?” I looked up, my eyes and cheeks wet with tears. “My name...is Hvitserk.” And with that he was out the door. I heard the lock click on the outside and his truck start. I wrapped the blanket around me and listened to the sound of it fade away. I was alone again. And he was right. I was already craving his company. I never was good at being alone. It made me anxious. What was I supposed to do now?
Tag list: @tephi101 @jacksonroth @unic0rn-world @captstefanbrandt @filthyshieldmaiden @supernaturalvikingwhore @lol-haha-joke @misskalonthelady @two-unbeatable-beaters @grungyblonde
#vikings#hvitserkau#vikingsau#modern hvitserk#hvitserk ragnarsson#hvitserk#one hell of a ride#angst#original characters#hvitserk lothbrok#kidnapping
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
Secret Santa [Pt. 1]
Author: julietsoddeye
AU: coworker
Genre: fluff | light comedy | office romance
Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader
Word Count: 1,578
Plot: #exodecembercollab18 Prompt #4: Your office Secret Santa gives you something you certainly weren’t expecting. You’re positive when you found out who he is, you’re gonna punch him in the face.
A/N: This is a collab work with @thesammtimes for @exo-writers-net #exodecembercollab18 event! You can find Samm’s work [here] READ IT YALL!
For this year’s Christmas potluck, you all decided to do it in your boss’ house instead of the same old boring office. Junmyeon volunteered to host this year since his bachelor pad is big enough to house all twelve of you in the team.
The house even has a patio and a pool. But it was too cold tonight so you stayed indoors.
Gosh, how much is this man’s salary? It must feel great to have this much space. You thought as you and Chanyeol look around the place to check every room you can.
“Any plans for the holiday?”
Chanyeol nonchalantly asks as he takes selfies in front of Junmyeon’s different kinds of Star Wars figure set collection. You just dumbly follow him around with nothing to do. You’ve been working for the company for two years already but Chanyeol is the only one you’re most comfortable with.
Kyungsoo is nice, but he mostly keeps to himself. And he sometimes glares you down like you murdered his dogs or something when he doesn’t wear his glasses, so you’re kind of afraid of him.
Joy and Irene were really nice girls, but they were also too beautiful that you can’t relate with them on any level and they intimidate you and constantly blind you with their grace.
Jongin too, the Adonis of the office. You don’t dare interact with him unless he initiates it. Some girls from different office floor visit your department for no reason just to get a glimpse of him, that’s totally not creepy at all...
Sure, you’re civil towards everyone, even the ever annoying Baekhyun, but you and Chanyeol are like two peas in a pod, he is your work best friend. You two are kind of the weirdos, but everyone at the office is nice to you.
“Nah,”
You paused, letting out a single puff from your lips.
“My parents forgot that they have a daughter again.”
“Why?”
He asks, snapping another photo now holding a Yoda figurine. Wow, the resemblance is quite uncanny…
“Well, they planned a whole trip until the New Year’s without me again, so…”
“Wow, two Christmases in a row?”
You cross your arms in front of your chest, pout growing bigger.
“Hey, kids it’s time to open presents!”
Junmyeon’s head suddenly pops out by the door frame, his smile was so huge with his cheeks flushed you can tell he has had a few drinks already.
As you reach the living room, you see everyone has their gifts already. Two decorated paper bags sitting prettily on the space of the couch you and Chanyeol previously occupied.
“Should the latecomers open their gifts first?”
Baekhyun blurts out when he saw the three of you emerging from Junmyeon’s home office.
“Ladies first.”
“Fine.”
You grumbled as you snatch the paper bag that has your name on it from Chanyeol.
You’re not exactly excited to know what’s inside the bag. You’re lucky if you got picked by any of the girls in your team because usually, only girls put effort into exchange gifts like these.
Hell, even Chanyeol and Junmyeon asked for your opinion on what to give their giftees. You have to find out what people liked for the three of you.
Slowly pulling out wrapping tissue papers one by one, the first thing you saw was a white envelope. Inside was a basic as hell Christmas card with even more basic greetings printed on it.
“You might need this. Sincerely, your Secret Santa.”
You read the card.
What you pull out next made you lose color on your face.
“Oh my gosh…”
Junmyeon tipsily giggles as he slaps his mouth shut, trying to stop himself from losing control of his laughter.
“IS THAT BAKING FOR DUMM—”
“SHUT UP, BYUN BAEKHYUN!!!”
You screamed, countering Baekhyun even before he finished what he was going to say as if it’ll save you from the already impending embarrassment.
Memories of last year’s charity bake sale came flooding back to your mind.
It wasn’t your fault you have suddenly been bombarded with emergency work a week prior the Office event for your company’s chosen beneficiary!!!
“Is this from you, Baekhyun?! Are you my secret Santa?!?!”
You accused, he’s the only one you know who was brazen enough to do this to you or to anyone at that! Baekhyun is known to pull pranks around the office, he probably thought about this stupid gift even before he found out who his giftee was.
Most of your coworkers are silently snickering at you and the Baking For Dummies book in your hand. Some, aka Junmyeon, Baekhyun and even freaking Park Chanyeol are straight up laughing shamelessly out loud.
It wasn’t your fault that you literally ran out of time and wasn’t able to ACTUALLY bake something for the charity drive! You opted to buy pre-made plain cupcakes at the store and just decorated the sweet treats yourself.
Everyone was so impressed by the cupcakes you brought until ONE freaking customer pointed out that the cupcakes taste exactly like the ones they always buy from Walmart.
Everyone found out your purchase and you were the butt of every joke for a few solid months. Baekhyun especially didn’t let you hear the end of it!
God! It was awful. Your actual baking skills and pride were hurt.
You tried bringing different cookies to work, but they never believed you made them yourself.
Even Chanyeol ride in on the joke. So much for a best friend!
“No, it wasn’t from me!”
Baekhyun continues to laugh, his cocktail spilling all over Junmyeon’s carpet.
“I don’t believe you!!!”
“Trust me, I would brag about it if it was from me.”
And you believe him. He would totally gloat about him pulling this stint. He is a proud mischievous little devil.
“Chanyeol?!?!”
It’s now your best friend’s turn to be blamed.
“I literally showed you the person I got the moment we get to pick the names!”
You turn to Junmyeon this time.
“You know who I got!!!”
Before you can even accuse your boss, he already has his hands up in the air as if he’s surrendering to something.
“I swear I will punch the shit out of whoever gave me this!”
“That was already three chances, next gift!!!”
Irene exclaims!
You silently sulk in your seat as they all continue to laugh and be merry.
Out of nothing at all, when it was Kyungsoo’s chance to open his present, he cleared his throat before facing your direction.
“It was from me—”
He paused as he simply and directly declared.
“The book, it was from me.”
He continued. His big eyes staring right into your soul.
Seriously, right in front of your salad?
Everyone fell mute.
Everyone was both shocked and amused that the quiet, never really speak much unless really important or spoken to first, usually reserved and gentle Do Kyungsoo would pull something like this.
When you said you’re kind of afraid of him, well it’s different now.
You’re just straight up bitter. I guess Baekhyun is the better person now, huh?
How could he?
The audacity!
You don’t even speak much!
You don’t remember a day that you sat down and had a conversation with this man.
“Hey, you okay?”
Chanyeol raised a single brow at you as he shakes you awake from being idle.
You must have frozen down or turned into stone.
You wish you could turn into a stone so you can throw yourself at Kyungsoo.
Wait, NO! That’s nOT WHAT YOU MEANT!!!
“Do Kyungsoo-ssi, I am so offended…” _
“Ohooo, she’s offended. Kyungsoo what are you gonna do?”
Baekhyun incites, adding fuel to the fire.
“That is so rude.”
Joy whips up jokingly as well.
Everyone has some type of alcohol in their systems except for you. You are Chanyeol’s designated driver.
Maybe Kyungsoo as well, you haven’t really seen him drink anything other than water and the fruit bowl punch.
Maybe they spiked the fruit bowl punch, that’s why he’s so bold to go forward about the blunt gift.
“I’m good at baking, okay!”
“i’M gOod aT bAkiNg, oKaY!”
Baekhyun repeats after you in a playful mocking way and everyone laughs, including Chanyeol… ESPECIALLY CHANYEOL, WTH?
“Guess you didn’t see the back of the card.”
Kyungsoo purses his lips into a thin line.
Your boss snatches the Christmas card that came with the gift from you and flips it back, showing what looks like a chibi drawing version of him with a speech bubble.
“Would you help this dummy learn how to bake?”
Junmyeon reads and his face immediately turns smug.
“Ooooooh”
Both Irene and Joy said and gave the same smug look as Junmyeon.
“I wanted to give you something nice, like a necklace or something. But you might find it creepy so I asked Jongin what to get you and he suggested that.”
Kyungsoo pointed at Jongin who in turns scratched the back of his head and gave you an apologizing smile.
“I always knew you’re great at baking, cuz I haven’t found those cinnamon roll sugar cookies you brought last time anywhere—”
He explained some more and you were out of words.
“And I wanted to learn how to make them, so…”
Completely speechless.
“She has no plans for the holiday...”
Chanyeol answered for you with a shrug. Making you turn to give him the look.
“It’s a date then.”
Everyone howls happily, wolf whistles and teasings left and right.
Aikie Masterlist | Michiko Masterlist | FIC RECS | FIC REC SIDEBLOG
#exosnet#exowritersnet#smtownnetwork#kloversnet#exodecembercollab18#D.O#Do Kyungsoo#kyungsoo x oc#kyungsoo x you#kyungsoo x reader#kyungsoo and reader#kyungsoo and oc#kyungsoo and you#fluff#office fluff#oneshot#exo#exo oneshot#exo office fluff#exo fluff#exo co worker au#coworker au#light comedy#office romance#idk what to tag anymore#my head is so heavy im still sick lol#aslkdanskdnaskjdnas
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
Drifted
Group: Stray Kids
Pairing: Felix x Reader
Description: Water Polo!Felix
a/n: I’m having issues with tumblr rn so I can’t add a keep reading option as of right now or all the text gets majorly messed up. Please bear with me and I’ll fix this as soon as possible. Also, this was originally part of a 9 chapter collab with other lovely writers but schedules got in the way so we’re posting our own as solo fics. I’d still highly recommend reading all the others, they are phenomenal!!
You sprinted across the grass, your breath ripped from your lungs. You had been studying in the library at school and, being the genius you were, forgot your phone at home so you couldn’t tell how late it had gotten. Your mom was going to kill you. Glancing around, you realized the shortest way to your car was through the pool area. Making a beeline for the gate, you threw it open, slowing down slightly so you wouldn’t slip on the wet floor. You shrieked, heart flying out of your chest when you heard someone clear their throat. Whipping around, you scoured the darkness for the source of the sound.
“And what might we be doing here at this hour?” a familiar voice asked. You followed the sound to the pool, finding none other than your ex-childhood best friend.
“Felix, what are you doing here?” you demanded. He smirked, swimming over to the edge.
“Ah ah ah, you still haven’t answered my question. No wait- lemme guess… You were studying in the library and lost track of time? You’ve always been the studious one.”
You scoffed. He said it like it was a bad thing. Was it really so bad?
“I’m right, aren’t I?” he asked, the look on your face answering his question for you.
“Well what are you doing here, Felix? Shouldn’t you be going to some party or getting jacked off ‘roids or some shit you jocks do?” you retorted bitterly. How someone could have changed so much in one summer had you appalled.
“I sense some contempt in your tone, may I ask what I ever did to you? You were the one who stopped answering my calls.”
You glared at him. “Are you kidding me right now?! You know what you did, Felix. How could I answer your calls after that? You obviously thought you were better than me since you joined the water polo team.”
He cocked his head in confusion.
“You really don’t remember?”
He shook his head.
“That just shows how little you cared about me. Whatever Felix, I’m leaving. I’ve done perfectly fine without you for five years, I can avoid you for the rest of my life if I want.”
“Wait!” he brought his hand up to stop you.
“What?” you sighed in exasperation.
“I really don’t know what I did to you. What happened? One day you just stopped talking to me.”
“I feel weird talking to you in the pool, Felix, it’s awkward. In fact, this whole thing is awkward.”
“Why don’t you join me in here, then?” he winked, causing you to choke.
“Excuse me??”
“Come on, you used to love swimming with me.”
“That was before. We both know both of us have changed since then,” you replied, trying to conceal the hurt you felt remembering those painful memories.
“Fine, will you at least help me out?” he asked, holding a hand out.
You lifted your eyebrow at his hand. “Aren’t you a water polo player? Don’t you have all those rippling muscles to compensate for all that masculinity lost by wearing a speedo?”
“Ooh, zinger. You know, I really missed our witty banter with you constantly making jabs at ‘dumb jocks’,” he replied, placing a hand on his heart in mock offense. “And yes, I normally am fully capable of pulling myself out of the water, but you see I’ve been training alone for as long as you’ve been studying, so roughly five hours, and my arms are completely dead. Now will you please help me out?”
You sighed, placing your backpack on the ground and grabbed his hand. “Fine, but you’re putting a towel on the second I get you out of there.”
“Deal.”
You noticed the smirk a second too late, and before you knew it, his strong arm had yanked you into the pool. You shrieked, as you made contact with the cool water, spluttering when you surfaced.
“You son of a bitch!” You screamed, sending a wave of water directly towards his face.
“Hey, you always loved my mom,” he teased through laughter.
“I can’t believe you just did that! You are completely ridiculous and immature and childish and-” you froze when you felt his hands on your shoulders, looking into his eyes that bore into yours.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I was just trying to have some fun. You look like you haven’t had fun since you dumped me for academics.”
“You mean when you dumped me for all of your jock friends who say nothing but shit about me?”
“Wait wait, what? You mean Yugyeom and Jackson? I don’t know how you heard about that but they’re not my friends. Well they were my friends for all of two minutes before they said that shit and I gave them matching black eyes…”
“You did that?”
He nodded.
“For me?”
Another nod.
“Why?”
“You were my best friend. Even if I felt like I was losing you and tried to make new friends to make up for it, I still cared about you.”
You blinked back tears as the realization hit you.
“Oh god, I was so awful to you. I blamed you for all those things being said about me and I completely ghosted you. I was afraid you would think you were too cool to be friends with me anymore when you joined the water polo team so I threw myself into my academics. I never thought-”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Sure it sucked that we went this long being bitter towards each other, but we know the truth now, yeah? Maybe we can go back to being friends?”
You nodded, sniffling.
“I’d like that.”
He smiled. “Good, because I’ve missed you. Now stop crying, you’re gonna make me cry.” He pulled you into a hug, rubbing circles in your back.
Your eyes widened as you became extremely aware of his lack of covering over his torso.
“Uhm, Felix? As much as I missed your hugs, do you think maybe we could save them for when you’re fully clothed and I’m not freezing in a pool?”
“Huh?” He processed what you had said and quickly pulled away. “Oh, uh, yeah, sorry. I forgot.” He ran his fingers through his hair, an embarrassed smile on his face. That was one of your favorite nervous habits of his, and you tried to suppress the smile that was fighting to emerge on your face. “Here, I’ll help you out,” he offered, grabbing your waist and lifting you out of the water effortlessly.
“Well I guess water polo is good for one thing,” you joked. “I remember when you couldn’t even beat me at arm wrestling.”
“Yeah, you should come to one of my games to see the real impressive stuff.”
“Awe, is little Lixie wanting me to come support him?” you teased, tapping his nose with your finger.
“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, struggling to hide his smile. “I haven’t been called Lixie in forever.”
“That’s because I’m the only one who can call you that.”
“True. And I’m the only one who can call you a nerd.”
You punched his arm playfully. “I’m not sure if I should take offense at that.”
He laughed. “Well, we should get you home. I’m guessing that’s where you were sprinting off to?”
You scrambled up in a panic. “Oh my god I completely forgot! I have to go, Felix, but I’ll see you tomorrow!”
“You’re welcome!” he called out as you grabbed your backpack and ran to your car, ignoring the freezing air and the squelching sound in your shoes.
You loved your first class on Wednesdays because it was an hour and a half of free period. The best use of free period was shoving your nose in a book in the student lounge and studying for upcoming tests, which was exactly what you were doing when a pair of warm hands covered your eyes.
“Guess who!” he sang in your ear.
“I swear to god, Felix, if you don’t remove those hands right now I will punch you where it hurts. You know I’m not above it,” you growled and luckily for him, he removed them immediately. He plopped down in the spot next to you on the couch, laughing. “Seriously? 'Guess who?’ That’s so five years ago, Felix,” you teased, smacking his arm.
“How would you prefer I greet you, then? Hmmm? How about 'what’s up nerd?’”
“You say that I will reply with a swift kick to your jock strap.”
“You see, that just goes to show how little you know about jocks, in water polo, we don’t wear jock straps, we wear speedos. You really need to learn your enemy before you attack.”
“Fine, I’ll snap your speedo so hard your children will feel it. Better?”
He smiled. “Much.”
“So why are you here?” you asked, giving up on your studying and shutting your book.
“Other than to see your lovely scowl?” he joked, ruffling your hair. You glared at him through the tangled curtain he had made.
“Yes, other than that, which you will see a lot more if you keep doing that.”
“Well remember how I said you could come cheer me on at a game some time?”
“Yeah…?”
“I have a game tonight, and I was wondering if you’d maybe like to come? It’s a home game, so you don’t have to go anywhere…” He trailed off, running his fingers through his hair.
“What time is it?”
He perked up instantly, grabbing your shoulders. “Really? You’ll come!”
You smiled at his puppy-like behavior. “I’ve got nothing better to do, so I guess so.”
Hearing that, he pulled you into a tight embrace, thanking you profusely. You glanced around at the growing pairs of eyes on you.
“Uh Felix? I missed you and all, but we’re kinda not alone and it’s not exactly middle school anymore…”
He looked around before snorting and continuing to hug you.
“Whatever, they can enjoy the sight of me back with my best friend. Honestly if they get scandalized at this, then them making up stories in their heads is inevitable.”
“I guess you’re right, but Felix?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you so excited about me coming to your game?”
He chuckled in your ear. “I guess because you’ve never gone to one of my games and I’ve always dreamt of a day when you’d support me in the stands. Now that day is finally here.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his sentimentality. He was the sweetest boy you ever knew, even if he was a little brat a lot of the time.
“I missed you too, Felix. I missed you too.”
(to be continued?)
#stray kids#straykidznet#networkstraykids#sk-writersnet#stray kids directory#stray kids scenarios#stray kids fluff#stray kids fics#stray kids felix#felix#felix scenarios#felix fluff
160 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fic rec’ (update 05.03.2018)
Ok so I had this idea for a long time to do a masterlist of fics that totally took my breath (and my time and mind btw) away. There are so much of them that I forgot a lot of them but I will edit it every time I remember one or find a new one. It turned out that I mostly read exo ^^ Anyway if you like a fic I highly recommend you to check the author’s masterlist because I just put my favorites but they often have written a lot more ! I promise you won’t regret it ! Have fun !
Edit : I added a few stories and the synospis of the author when there was one
Exo
All
Chronicles of the wolf by @fairyscribbles (OT12, series, Wolf!au) ONGOING
monster by @mint-yooxgi (series, Yandere!au) ONGOING : He’s infatuated with you. You’re his, and there’s nothing you can do about it.Everything about you drives him crazy. He will stop at nothing to have you.
Forever in the shadows, creeping…Creeping…Creeping…
Street racers by @yeolology (OT9, series, Street racer!au) ONGOING : “Kim Minseok runs the biggest business in the illegal streetracing scene - fixed bets. He needs racers. He needs behind the scenes guys. He needs a crew.”
Good girl by @xiumin-on-this-shit (OT12, series, Mafia!au) COMPLETE
I am an Alpha by @xiumin-on-this-shit (OT12, series, Wolf!au) ONGOING
The Cartel on @kpopfanfictrash actually it’s a collab between several authors (series, Miafia!au) COMPLETE : It’s 1970′s Florida and the most wicked cartel on the eastern seaboard is at the peak of crime and thievery. Each member designed to execute exactly what they’re meant to - each a cog inside Byun Baekhyun’s well-oiled machine. Every king needs a court though; a worthy entourage to ensure his continued power. In order to deal the cleanest product, sometimes you have to get your hands dirty.
Xiumin / Kim Minseok
Take care of you by @xiumin-on-this-shit (series, Mafia!au) ONGOING
Gamestops and Lollipops by @yeolology ONESHOT : Minseok owns a shop full of curiosities, and you love it with all your heart. You can’t help but wonder if there’s something else you love there too.
Blood lust by @thesammtimes (Vampire!au) ONESHOT : Vampires have always been hidden creatures, creating complex strategies to avoid being discovered. You had always believed them to be a myth, something parents invented and threatened their kids with if they ever wanted to stay out late.
Lay / Zhang Yixing
Sovereign by @yeolology (series, Royalty!au) COMPLETE : “Two kingdoms are at war with another, and being the illegitimate warrior, wildcard princess, you’re appointed to the war council - along with the youngest prince of your allied country, Prince Yixing. He’s too liberal, too idealistic, believes he knows best no matter what - but you’re exactly the same.”
The boxer by @soobadnoonecanstopher (series, Boxer!au) COMPLETE : You make your way into a local boxing gym, looking for someone who is willing to teach you self defense. The quiet man who runs the gym is unwilling to take you on as a student and you are forced to prove yourself worthy of his instruction.
Little big secret by @gwaenchanhajagiya (series) COMPLETE : “You’re Zhang Yixing’s little big secret.”
Suho / Kim Junmyeon
Higher by @3kpop2jagi1 ONGOING
Deranged by @heebiejbies (series, Psychiatric!au) ONGOING : The effects of childhood abuse can have a life-long impact. Suffering many years of this form of abuse, Suho is one example of what these effects can be. With a total of 11 alter personalities inside himself, he finds himself in a constant state of mental instability. While his doctor struggles to unscramble the puzzle that she calls his mind, she also struggles to unscramble their true feelings for one another. However, could his case be more complex than she can handle?
Chen / Kim Jongdae
Caffeine by @3kpop2jagi1 (series) COMPLETE : No matter how much sugar you add, coffee is still bitter in the end
Abounded by @nunchiwrites (series, Slave!au) ONGOING : “Y/n, you don’t have to do this far for us, we’re only slaves…” “That’s exactly why I have to do this, though. I won’t let those corrupt people decide who deserves freedom or not. If this doesn’t happen now, either someone else will do it, or we’ll all be enslaved and hope for everyone will be lost.”
Byronic by @3kpop2jagi1 (Vampire!au) ONESHOT : When you decide to stay at an old castle to gain inspiration for writing your new vampire novel, you end up getting a little more insight than you’d expected.
Byun Baekhyun
Black and white by @baekingpancakes (series, University!au) COMPLETE : Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.
Reticent by @forexcapism (Badboy!au) ONESHOT
All’s Fair by @3kpop2jagi1 (series) COMPLETE : Let the game begins
Park Chanyeol
Devil’s advocate by @nunchiwrites (Demon!au) COMPLETE : Ever since the moment she fell from the sky, that angel has belonged to me, and I always take what is mine.’
D.O. / Do Kyungsoo
Denouement by @yeolology (Soulmate!au) ONESHOT : The world is black and white to everyone. At least, until they reach 18, and realise who their soulmate is or meet them for the first time - and then colour will burst into their life, one shade at a time. You’ve been desperate to graduate high school and move away, but you can’t run from fate.
Kai / Kim Jongin
99 and Marlowe by @kpopfanfictrash (Soulmate!au) ONESHOT : “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”
Oh Sehun
Scars by @forexcapism ONESHOT (but there are sequels now) : Everyone is born with a soul mark somewhere on their body. Their soulmate has the same mark. New technology has been developed that can remove the mark, but at great cost.
Unforeseen forecast by @theluckyyyoneee (series, Playboy!au) ONGOING : A bet that Sehun thought would be too easy to win turned out to be harder than he thought…
Playing with fire by @sheisdreamingsheisdreaming (Demon!au) ONESHOT : A demon has unknowingly taken interest in you, but having a pikie best friend and a witch for an aunt has filled you with more than enough knowledge for his tricks.
B.A.P.
Moon Jongup
The wife of a future mafia leader by @sheisdreamingsheisdreaming (series, mafia!au) ONGOING : You knew your father would spend his remaining years in dept and you probably would to. But you didn’t think the son of the family your debt went to would want to marry you on his own will, there had to be something more. It was time for you to see how dangerous he really was.
Our contract by @sheisdreamingsheisdreaming (oneshot, Demon!au) : How could there be a man a so low in life that he summons a demon to be his friend?
Zelo / Choi Junhong
Living with the murderer by @sheisdreamingsheisdreaming (series, Gang!au) ONGOING : You’re parents are dead and you’re old enough to live on your own. So how on earth is it fair that you have a government worker staring you down in front of the house to your parents murderers?
BTS
All
Sevice series by @jimlingss (series) COMPLETE : Do you need a service in the area of love? Look below and maybe you’ll find something you’re looking for!
#exo#masterlist#bts#B.A.P#bap#xiumin#minseok#chanyeol#suho#junmyeon#lay#Yixing#baekhyun#chen#jongdae#kai#jongin#sehun#jongup#zelo#choi junhong
120 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just My Luck (Part 1)
Prompt: Imagine accidentally walking into the men’s bathroom and seeing this fine specimen (James McAvoy)
Word Count: 1465
Warnings: Language
Notes: Collab fic with my girl @cocosierra94!!! Internal thoughts are in Italics
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ugh. You so did not want to be here. Making appointments, calling people, scheduling things, running errands. All of that was easy. Wearing an expensive dress, high heels, makeup, and a formal updo? No so much.
But Rachel had insisted you come, and since she was your best friend and boss, you had to accompany her tonight at an opening party for some big movie coming out. You were terrible with movies. You watched them, sure, but most of the time, you forgot who played in them and what it was about. Which, sometimes, was good when you worked with celebrities, you didn’t get starstruck as often because you didn’t recognize who they were or what they were from.
You were nursing your second glass of champagne when Rachel bounced up to you.
“I want you to come meet someone,” she said with high energy. There was a reason she was the one in the spotlight and you were just her assistant - your stage presence was lacking.
“Y/n, I’d like you to meet Chris Hemsworth.” She gestured to this god like giant.
“Uh yea, hi.. nice to meet you,” you mutter, fumbling over your words trying not to gawk at how tall this man was.
“haha! Yes, I know I'm tall,” he boasted with a big of a deep laugh, his Australian accent coming out.
“Damn he noticed...” you thought to yourself, almost angrily. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Not awkward, not weird.
“Yeah, sorry, I don't mean to stare it's just I'm not use to people being that much taller than me.” You tried to bring yourself back from this disastrous start, but of course you excel at getting your foot so far down your throat you kick yourself in the bladder.
“If you'll excuse me I have to go to the ladies room.” You slink away hoping to shake that awkward moment off.
“Hopefully that's as bad as it gets tonight, there's no way it could get any worse than that!”
The room was dark,and with dozens of bodies, and swirling lights, and loud music, you finally found the bathroom, but it was a hard feat. You opened the door, hearing a flush, still looking at your feet until you finally looked up, in the too-bright bathroom, and saw a man.
A man!
“Shit, I’m in the men’s bathroom!” you thought, panic gripping its way around your body, as a sweat broke out over you.
“Holy shi--” you started. “I mean. Uh...I’m so sorry. I, uh, I must have the wrong bathroom,” you told the incredibly handsome man in a dashing tux, but you seemed frozen in place.
He laughed as he turned to wash his hands and watch you in the mirror. “Quite the observant one, aren’t we?” His accent threw you for a loop. He was Scottish? You didn’t expect that from him, for some reason.
But you just stood there, frozen, gaping mouth as he reached for paper towels. Why couldn’t you move? What was the matter?
“Or you’re welcome to stay, and continue to stalk the men’s bathroom” he offered with a laugh that made your knees weak and a smile that could bring Aphrodite to her knees.
“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m going!” you said, finally able to move. You pivoted and raced out of the bathroom immediately.
“Well that was quick,” Rachel quipped when she noticed how flushed you looked. “Y/N, hon are you okay?!”
“Not in the slightest!” you admitted , fanning yourself hoping that it would extinguish the heating anxiety in your body.
“Spit it out, girl, what happened?!?” She looked at you with concerned eyes searching for the smallest hint of an answer.
I walked into the men's bathroom..” You confessed hanging your head in defeat.
“REALLY, Y/N! THAT'S IT?! I was worried some creep tried to make a move on you or something!” She playfully smacked you on the shoulder.
“There was a creep, alright, but it wasn’t them,” you told her sheepishly.
“Huh?” she inquired.
“Well, there was a guy in there! A really hot Scottish guy who probably thinks I’m a creeper or something now.” You felt like drowning your humiliation in the champagne waterfall.
--------------------------
The next day, you woke up groggy, probably due to consuming about six champagnes. But you were happy to put last night’s embarrassment in the past. You showed up to work a little late, and that’s when Rachel asked you to get her interview questions printed out, water chilled, and asked you to go out for coffee for her and her interviewee.
“Sure, what does he want?” you asked. You knew his name was James, from coordinating with his agent over two weeks ago, but you had forgotten his last name.
“Just bring it back black with sugar and cream on the side,” she told you as she went to fluff her full, brunette hair with lowlights. She looked great in tight jeans, white shirt, blue thin scarf, and a black leather jacket.
“Aye, aye, cap’n,” you said as you saluted and ran out the door.
You ran to the coffee shop that was a block away, impatiently waited for four coffees for you, Rachel, the celeb, and their agent. You grabbed the coffees, extra sugar and cream and stirrers, and hurried back to the office. You jogged into the interview room where cameras, lights, a giant movie banner, chairs, and a snacks table were set up.
“I’m sorry it took so long, Ra--”
Then you saw him. The same Scottish man you accidentally peeped on in the bathroom last night. You almost dropped the coffees. You could even feel your grip slipping as the blood left your face, until you finally snapped back to reality.
Rachel had turned to you by now, grinning widely.
“Oh, Y/N, perfect, I want you to meet our star for the day,” she said with that overly bubbly attitude of hers. “This is James McAvoy,” she introduced as his eyes came up to yours. He was standing off camera, getting makeup put on.
“So much for putting last night behind me,” you thought with chagrin.
“Well if it isn't my favorite peeping tom!” he said with that oh so familiar knee buckling chuckle.
“Kill me now,” you prayed internally, wishing you could just melt into the floor, or vanish into thin air.
Rachel looked at him, a little lost. Not even a second later it clicked, “Wait! This is the hot Scottish guy from the bathroom?!” Her eyes grew wide, amusement flooded her voice. You knew she would NEVER let you live this one down.
“Oh, so you talked about me? Not enough you had to spy on me in the bathroom, you told your boss?” He quirked an eyebrow up at you and you just prayed a freak accident would happen. Lightening? Spontaneous combustion? Meteor shower? Anything?!
“I...uh…”
“Why didn’t you tell me you ran into James?” Rachel asked. “I should’ve known you were talking about him when you said ‘hot’ and ‘Scottish’,” she teased.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
“Uh...Rachel, you’re coffee will get cold,” you tried. You wanted to escape this hell and that’s all you could come up with - cold coffee. You didn’t care though, you just wanted this to end.
“Haha yea she was worried you were gonna think she was some sort of creeper!” She completely ignored your weak attempt to put this moment behind you. “But that's enough torture for now, down to business!” Rachel was more of a big sister than your best friend, she knew when to end your suffering just as well as she knew how to prolong it.
As the interview slowly etched by, you couldn't help squirming under the circumstances. What are the odds that this man, the same man you embarrassed yourself in front of, would end up being the center of your tasks today? You pulled yourself out of your thoughts just long enough to notice him quickly glance your way giving you a small smirk and an almost unnoticeable wink.
You rolled your eyes.
“This is gonna be a looooong day,” you thought to yourself.
How could you even do your job now that you knew he was your sole priority? Your main job was to make sure Rachel and her guest were comfortable. Now you had to ask him if he wanted water, coffee, tea, soda, snacks, towel, fan...And you can’t just be impolite and ask something vague like, “Do you need anything?” No, you had to make sure he was over the moon happy with the service or he could rip his interview and cost your company a lot of money. Sometimes it was rough working for an entertainment magazine….
147 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
mel-but-gayer
Untitled
theeworthwhilefight
before I fall
daydreaming-realist
Come down off the cross, we can use the wood
v3rdy
Untitled
dream-selfys
(✿◠‿◠)