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absolutebl · 3 years

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This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 1 - living up to its name since it looks to be a series of redemption arcs. Launched with a college confession and a broken friendship, then a flash back to them as seniors in high school. Pairings include friends to lovers, nerd/jock, and maybe cafe boss/employee. There’s a lot going on, but it’s still... quiet and sweet. The script is pretty pat but it’s still WAY more watchable than Cupid Coach or Brothers and most of the acting is solid. Ep 1 tropes included: he’s in engineering, wound tending, fast & bicurious. This could turn into what I wanted My Gear & Your Gown to be. Fingers crossed.

Love Poison 2 Ep 1 & 2 turns out I did watch and report on season 1 (8 eps), season 2 seems equally unmemorable. Thai countryside setting, strong dialect, incomprehensible plot, camp side characters, and ghastly singing.

Y-Destiny Ep 1 (eng subs?) - opened with the sports romance enemies to lovers (they aren’t going in the teaser order). When the couple got over fighting, the flirting was v cute, but the flipping SPONGE BATH trope had to rear its ugly head. Still, this series is shaping up to be less coy and more frank than most BL, better than expected. It feels, I don’t know, gay-er or something? *** Sources were correct that each couple is getting (at least) 2 eps, and MDL has been updated to say this is a 15 episode series (not 7).

Cupid Coach 12 fin - The new Nite was great and should have been a main all along. It felt like we got a tiny nugget of what could have been in about 10 minutes worth of this last ep. It was way too slow with terrible editing and a criminally bad script, but at least it ended happy. Mostly, like Friend Forever, I’m just disappointed that these two actors were done dirty by the series. Bad Cupid Coach, no screen caps for you.

Lovely Writer Ep 6 - breaking news, there’s a het couple I like: toppy bi femme + soft boi = such a good pairing! I know, but this NEVER happens. Meanwhile, Sib’s secret is out, Gene is a bit of a drama queen, and the plot thickens. We half way through.

Brothers Ep 9 - Kaow had a serious moment of advice giving that was truly lovely. Lots of family dama made this a superior episode to... well... any of the others in this series. Which isn’t saying much.

1000 Stars Ep 10 fin - at the start this series didn’t grab me the way GMMTV’s last BL, Tonhon Chonlatee, did. But boy did it end 1000x better. Might have given us 2021′s best forehead kiss. I enjoyed the ultra romantic cliff-top reunion kiss, and I LOVED the stinger flirting scene. That was an absolute gift we had no right to expect. This drama is a poster child for finishing on a high note (always focus on that dessert course). Final thoughts? This was FAR more a classic romance than it was BL. There were some BL tropes used but not many and most of them originated in the romance genre not yaoi. A picture perfect ending bumped 1000 Stars much higher up my best-of list than expected. Not sure how often I’ll rewatch it as a whole, but this last episode? I’m probably rewatching it right now.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Dear Uranus (Taiwan GL) Ep 3 fin - I guess that’s it? Okaaaaay

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 3 (AKA Ep 5-6) - we got actual legit gay culture not just BL (always appreciated) from XingSi. I’m starting to find LiCheng’s “show them we fucking” hijinks hilarious rather than annoying (not sure why, maybe I just love a rubber chicken, or maybe it was the STUFFED CORN WITH THE TASSEL that did it).

-- H4 Moment of RANT --

Tropes included beach trip, there’s only one bed, cook for him, baby is a floppy drunk, carry baby to bed, and.... drunk non-con. Whoopdedoo. Here we go again. Did TharnType teach us NOTHING? (Apparently it taught us if the chemistry is good enough, I have no morals at all.) At least H4 seems to be taking us out of cheese into serious when it comes to assault. Or is it?

I take back what I said last week about XingSi & YongJie being codependency + salvation trope, that only works if YongJie is the uke. He’s NOT. So we got us an obsessive predatory villain with a possible redemption arc. That’s more common in crime dramas, mafia romance, and epic fantasy than BL. It’s real hard to redeem a sexual predator in a reality-grounded universe like contemporary romance (See Kla in LBC1&2).

Next week is gonna be a test of the whole damn franchise. Imma remind both me a you that this was ep 3 of 10 so we got a ways to go yet... but ooof, what have we wrought, BL? (I ended up doing a whole post about the stepbrother trope because of this sub plot.) Taiwan is killing me.

-- RANT ended --

Word of Honor (China) Ep 19-21 - over half way point so we got ALL the back story (in a classic 4 act story structure midway reveal). Now we know who WKX really is and his lineage. We also got some cute hugs and hand holds. Moving along at a nice clip despite being 36 eps total. Still gayest thing to come out of we-not-gay China since Advance Bravely.

Most Peaceful Place (Vietnam) Ep 2 - takes them a while to get eng subs together and ep 2 didn’t drop until late. So I’m putting this in a Thurs time slot going forward. Miscommunication already cleared up and a 2nd couple has been introduced. The pacing on these Vietnamese BLs is always a bit... off. But it’s still better than most of its ilk, enjoyable. I’m thinking it’s a 6 ep arc.

We Best Love 2 (Taiwan) Ep 5 - after the initial drama DRAMA of ep 2, the current external crisis at work is much quieter, giving this whole season a top heavy feel. Taken along side the first season, I think it’s fitting nicely into a 4 act structure, but that might be my bias. I hope I’m not wrong, we’ll find out next week. Shi De puttering about being domestic with Shu Yi on his back was the best execution of the piggyback trope EVER. Meanwhile, our little D/s side couple of codependency, salvation trope + mental illness is becoming weirdly appealing. I don’t know. H4 done mess with my head.

Stand Alones

Absolute BL AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko (Japan) Ep 1-4 mini series. Found subs under A Man Who Defies The World of BL. IT’S HILARIOUS. It’s Japan making fun of us, but also itself for having started this whole BL nonsense - from yaoi roots to present day. It’s parody goddamn gold. Utterly cheeky unto the very last line. We are not worthy.

Apparently the most powerful tropes of all time are: baby is a floppy drunk and the piggyback fo nobility. Oh and chocolate. {Full review here.}

Honestly, this show may have been made with only @heretherebedork and I in mind. I don’t know if you’d even understand half of it if you don’t have a history with the manga source genre and an obsessive interest in underlying narrative devices. I haven’t seen much chatter in the blog’o’sphere on this one because, in the end, it’s not a romance at all, it’s social commentary.

The ending line was a masterclass in lampooning a genre. I’m going to rewatch the whole thing just to catch all the digs I missed first time around. It is a thing of beauty and a joy forever.

Thank you Japan. I forgive you all your hair-styling sins of the last decade.

Breaking News

Spring Line Up:

Scholar Ryu’s Wedding Ceremony AKA Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korean historical BL) April 15th

Close Friend the series (Thai trailer) April 22.

2gether the movie (Thai trailer) April 22 to Thai theaters.

Nitiman (Thai) May 7 on One31.

I Told Sunset About You 2 (Thai) May 27 on LineTV

Ossan’s Love (Hong Kong) June to Viu

Gossip

Bad Buddies released its first promo op via Arm Share, which means GMMTV is at least *thinking* about filming it.

Fun behind the scenes gossip sesh with eng subs for Tell the World I Love You (that Perth Bas movie we are maybe getting someday but will likely be sad).

New Thai BL Bite Me (adapted from novel Grab a Bite) dropped a teaser. It stars Mark Siwat (Kla in LBC) as uke character Ake, a delivery boy with special foodie powers, and chef Eua (seme played by Zung Kidakorn) who discovers him. It’s from the same author as Manner of Death so we might even get some actual plot. Since it’s an established BL actor who I happen LOVE, a known author, and a plot about FOOD, I could not me more excited for this one.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed a day later than actual air date for accessibility reasons. Some are dropping multiples at a time but just started so I’m not sure on numbering.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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luxekook · 4 years

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chapter four.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, noona kink, general chaotic energy, poly relationships, slight implications of switch!reader and sub!jk, jin being a beautiful mess, make-out sesh with multiple people oops

⇥ beta reader: the lovely @shadowsremedy

Chapter Four

Taehyung’s Room, BTS House – 10:49pm

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

Namjoon’s question fills the room. The boys all stare at me with anticipation, leaning forward with furrowed brows.

I ponder my course of action for all of two seconds before launching into my well-practiced rant, “I want to know what sort of sick prank you think you’re playing, because I am not falling for it. I mean – all of you wanting to date one person? Date me? Seems fake, but okay.”

Some of the boys move to interrupt me, but I thrust up a palm, “No, please let me finish. I know I don’t really have the right to make judgements about you guys, but I have seen some misogynistic behavior from your frat. So, I feel like it’s not that far-fetched for me to think that you’re probably playing me.”

“Messy gymnast behavior? What’s that?” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok who just shrugs, looking equally as baffled.

“Misogynistic, Kook, not messy gymnast,” Namjoon pinches his nose in frustration, “It means prejudiced against women.”

Seokjin and Jimin descend into fits of laughter. Hoseok still looks mildly perplexed, and Yoongi takes a large sip of soju from a bottle he procured from god knows where within the last few minutes.

Covering his face, Jungkook dives behind Jin in hopes of further hiding his embarrassment.

“I think I know what she’s talking about.”

The room quiets at Taehyung’s interjection. He reluctantly sits up from his relaxed position on his bed and explains, “When we met at our party last semester, she found out about our old pledge tradition.”

“Oh, damn,” Jimin sighs, “So that’s why you motioned to remove it from the chapter’s history at the last meeting.”

“Yeah,” Tae looks me in the eyes, “We voted removed it, (y/n) ... A little too late though, it seems.”

Jungkook peeks his head out from behind Jin’s shoulder, “We’re sorry, noona.”

Trying not to internally melt in response at the youngest’s display of classic puppy-dog eyes, I slump against the wall and slide into a sitting position on the floor. “Look, I’m not going to say that ‘it’s okay’ because it’s not. But I do appreciate that you removed it.”

The boys hang their heads, looking properly chastised.

“That’s fair,” Namjoon finally says quietly, “We know as a frat we fucked up. We’re not perfect. We make a lot of mistakes. But we’re trying to get back to being respectable and move on from here.”

“We’re trying to get back your respect,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, looking at me with wide eyes and more attentiveness than I’ve ever seen from him.

“But that’s the other thing,” I look away, pulling at a random thread fraying off of the sleeve of my sweatshirt, “Why does it matter so much that I respect you? Why are you all so invested in me all of a sudden? In all honesty, I haven’t said more than two words in conversation to half of you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really matter,” Namjoon shrugs, shifting to lean casually against the wall.

My eyes narrow, “How can it not matter?”

“Because we date as a group, (y/n)-noona,” Jimin smiles down at me from his perch on Taehyung’s bed, all squishy cheeks and crinkled eyes, “Tae thought we’d all like you, and then Jungkookie and Joon-hyung agreed and—”

Hoseok excitedly chimes in, arms swinging wildly, “And finding someone who we all like hasn’t happened in so long, and I’m so happy!”

“Yah, Hobi!” Jin reaches over Jungkook to shove the bouncing boy, “We’re supposed to be playing it cool. We have to woo her.” He winks and blows me a kiss.

Instinctively, I swat it away and then giggle at Seokjin’s indignant gasp.

“I take it back! She’s mean!” Launching into a passionate rant complete with head shaking and wild eyes, Jin continues, “Consider that kiss null and void. I have never been so insulted in my entire life, you know!”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I collapse from laughing alongside the rest of the boys. Namjoon’s dimples are out in full force as he drawls, “Hyung, that’s what you said yesterday when I beat you in Overwatch.”

Seokjin splutters over the now-renewed laughter of his younger brothers, “I thought I told you to never speak of that again!”

Trailing off in mumbles of how he needs new friends and how disrespected he is as an elder, Jin resorts to pouting in the corner.

“You’ll have to excuse Seokjin-hyung, (y/n),” Taehyung smirks at me with raised eyebrows, “He’s skated by solely on his looks up until now.”

Seokjin’s pouting intensifies.

“He is handsome,” I instinctively respond, fully focused on the beauty of Jin’s pouty lips. And when those lips break into a huge grin, I cringe at my lapse in judgement for the thousandth time that night.

“My faith in humanity has been restored!” Jin ambles back to his original spot next to Jungkook and thrusts a paper heart that he apparently had been carrying on his person for quite some time in my direction.

“Hyung,” Hoseok eyes Seokjin with a concerned frown, “Where did you even get that from?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” Jin barely finishes that sentence before a flurry of pillows, water bottles, and other miscellaneous items are thrown at him from all angles.

“I thought we agreed no more quoting Gossip Girl, Jin-hyung!” Jimin cries as he continues to hit Jin with a pillow from Tae’s bed.

Miraculously still even able to speak under the assault from the other boys, Jin replies with complete sincerity, “XOXO.”

Chaos reigns.

Watching all seven of them in - presumably - their most natural state, I sigh in amusement, “Y’all are too much.”

Somehow the boys hear me, because they all turn to face me once more with various expressions of playfulness and mirth. Jin still lies under the pile of them laughing slightly as they slowly shift off of him.

“Nah, I think we might be just enough for you, noona,” Jungkook pipes up as he plops down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah? And how do you know that?” A sudden thought occurs to me, “Wait, why do you all even date one person anyway? Don’t you realize like half the campus is in love with each of you?”

“You’re included in that half, right?” Taehyung grins and then shrinks under my withering glare, “I mean, it’s a long story?”

“Oh, hold on,” I check my wrist, which noticeably has no watch, “Mhm, that’s right. It’s story time.”

Jimin snorts and then burrows under the covers in mortification.

“Cute,” Hoseok sighs, staring at me, “I want to keep you.”

And there’s something about having Jung Hoseok’s full attention and adoration that brings me to peak devastation. I pull my hood up over my head and burrow into my sweatshirt.

“Aw!” Various yells rebound around the room. I flip them all off.

“Hobi,” Yoongi teases, “I think she likes you.”

I peek out of the safety of my sweatshirt to eviscerate him with my eyes, but Yoongi just raises one brow coolly and calls me out, “Well, am I wrong, jagi?”

All eyes are on me, and the room is suddenly so quiet that all I can hear is the muffled party downstairs and the beating of my heart.

“... I want my lawyer,” I finally declare, re-emerging from the depths of my sweatshirt and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, noona!” Jimin shuffles across the room and kneels in front of me, causing me to descend into a panic, “You like Hoseok-hyung, right? Well, what about me? Do you like me?”

Jimin peers down at me, pink hair tussled and eyes shining. How could I ever say no to that beautiful face? That angelic human?

Must.

Deflect.

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. Why do you all date the same person when each of you could have anyone you want?”

Jimin deflates and sits back on his heels, frowning at my non-answer.

“But we do already date everyone we want,” Hoseok cuts in, giggling, “Well, almost.”

They’re already dating people? My mind wracks through all my knowledge of the seven boys sitting before me, but no evidence of them dating anyone pops up. “Wait, I’m confused. Who are you all dating then?”

I can’t help but feel like I’m on the outside of an inside joke as the boys all exchange looks that are all too smug for my liking.

“Seems like we did a good job, boys,” Namjoon chuckles, “People on this campus are pretty oblivious.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shakes his head, “They just choose not to see it. They want us all to be fully available.”

The lightbulb finally flickers on in my mind.

“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper, “You’re all dating each other, aren’t you?”

Various nods answer that question. Jin, of course, being Jin, wipes an imaginary tear from his eye as he dramatically laments, “And she’s smart, too? How did we get so lucky, boys?”

“Yoongi,” I say calmly, “Please pass me that soju before I commit murder in this very room.”

Without a word, Yoongi hands me the bottle before settling down in the space next to me against the wall.

Suddenly hyperaware of my positioning, I realize I’m sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi now sit together on Tae’s bed, while Jin remains on the floor surrounded by various pillows and debris.

Namjoon is still leaning against the opposite wall, looking way too intimidating and perfect that I’m forced to look away.

That is, until he starts to speak. “(y/n), the seven of us have always been close. We grew up together; and, somehow, we just work as a unit. We work together. It may seem odd or untraditional. Maybe it is. But, it’s who we are. And it’s how we love.”

Namjoon continues, “We don't want to lose what we have together, this dynamic we've spent so long building. But, we’ve been feeling like something has been missing from our relationship lately. We’ve been looking for someone to help complete us.”

“And you think that person is me?” I suck in a jagged breath, “You really want to share me? Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

"There are crazier things," Yoongi shrugs, taking back the bottle of soju from my grasp, "Like how Namjoon has an IQ of 148 but can't seem to live one day without breaking something."

Namjoon, looking affronted, opens and closes his mouth, but ultimately settles on just smiling bashfully. My heart almost explodes at such a display of cuteness.

"It's really not that crazy, (y/n)," Taehyung interrupts my internal fawning, "You seem like a girl who’s intimidated by no one and nothing. We really, really like that. And we figured since you kissed me and Jungkook that you might be interested.”

Embarrassment washes over me. I steal back the soju from Yoongi, who just smirks knowingly.

“Besides, polyamory is actually more common than you think,” Hobi smiles in that pretty heart-shaped way of his.

He has a valid point. Who am I to be the judge of what love looks like? Who am I to criticize these boys who clearly love each other and just want one more person to love? Who am I to deny myself the opportunity to be loved by seven people?

“Can I think about it?" I ask, still fighting the inevitable for whatever reason, "I'm not saying 'no’. I just need a bit of time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need, baby," Namjoon murmurs, looking like I just handed him the keys to the entire world.

"No,” Jimin groans, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, “Please, please, please don't take all the time you need, (y/n)-noona! I can’t wait that long!”

I reach up to stroke my fingers through his pink hair in an attempt to soothe the poor angel.

“Do we have permission to continue to woo you during this ‘thinking’ period?” Jin inquires, casting a look of jealousy at Jimin who is now nestled even further into me.

“Continue?” I ask, “When did you start?”

“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, “Why does she keep roasting me?”

“I think it’s hot,” Jungkook grins at me with stars in his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a masochist, Kook,” Taehyung cackles from his perch on the bed.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook jumps on Taehyung in an effort to silence him, “She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“I mean, it is pretty obvious,” I pause dramatically, dropping the pitch of my voice, “Baby boy.”

Jungkook yelps and takes off out of the room.

“Shit, was that too much?” I ask, staring at the door thrown open in Jungkook’s wake.

“No,” Tae replies, still laughing, “I think he just needs a second to calm down. I’ll go see where he went.”

Taehyung gets up from the bed and shuffles out the door in search of Jungkook. The open door allows for more sounds from the party to seep into the room.

Namjoon sighs, “I should probably check on what’s happening down there, shouldn’t I?”

“Good luck, man,” Yoongi tears the soju back out of my hand and lifts it up in cheers to Namjoon. Chuckling, Namjoon ambles over to where Yoongi, Jimin and I are crowded together and grabs the soju.

After taking a long sip, he crouches down in front of me and grasps the hand that remains unoccupied by Jimin. Bringing it to his lips, Namjoon places the lightest kiss on my knuckles. “I’m so happy you showed up tonight, baby. I can only hope that my future holds more of you in any way you choose to give me.”

Pressing his lips to my palm this time, Namjoon smiles in that completely devastating way of his and then saunters out of the room. Still gaping, I realize I never even got to say a word to him in response.

“You are so whipped for him already, jagi,” Yoongi says lowly, lips brushing my ear.

I blink. My senses are on overload. Jimin is still curled into my side, with my hand stroking his hair and his lips accidentally grazing the skin of my collarbone every so often. Now, Yoongi is closer than ever. I can feel his breath against my neck and his stare focused on my lips. Meanwhile, Hobi and Jin are slowly but surely shuffling closer to where the three of us are bunched together.

“So what if I am?” I finally answer, “Aren’t you all whipped for him, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jimin mumbles into my shoulder.

My mind explodes.

“She’s not ready for that yet, Jiminie,” Jin giggles, “I’m pretty sure she’s still half convinced I worship Satan in the basement.”

“Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am,” I jokingly eye Seokjin up and down with an amused smile.

He grins back at me. I melt. And he knows it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks, the slightest smirk curving his lips, a look of hunger burning in his gaze, like he could just eat me up, “Please?”

I swallow and his eyes latch onto the movement of my throat.

Before I can reconsider, I remove myself from my sitting position against the wall, much to Jimin and Yoongi’s dismay, and straddle Jin’s lap, immediately capturing his lips with my own.

The effect is instantaneous. Various groans echo around me as Jin smiles against my mouth. His hands find their way under my sweatshirt and squeeze my hips, dragging my body even closer against his.

The way Jin kisses is life-ruining in its unhurried, yet passionate deliberateness. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, and the possessiveness of his actions send a ripple of excitement through my body. Releasing my mouth, he works his way down the length of my exposed neck, and I gasp in response.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands twine around my body from behind as Hobi pleads into my ear, “Can I kiss you, too, (y/n)?”

I nod wordlessly, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve such affection in this one.

“No fair,” I vaguely hear Jimin pouting, “I want to kiss noona.”

“We’ll have our turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice causes a shudder of anticipation to race down my spine.

“Oh, she likes that idea,” Jin laughs, obviously having felt the tremor that shot though me in response to Yoongi’s suggestion, “Come get a taste.”

“Only if that’s what she really wants,” Yoongi says, meeting my eyes, “Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, kitten.”

“Kitten?” I growl, eyes narrowed sharply in his direction.

“Yep,” Yoongi’s answering smirk is slow and antagonizing, “All cute and cuddly with a hint of claws.”

“I’ll show you claws,” I say darkly, getting up, “Stand up.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Why?”

“I won’t ask again,” I move closer to him and Jimin.

Yoongi pulls himself to his feet, acting like it was the most physical activity he’d ever done.

When he’s finally done with the dramatics, I move closer until he’s backed right up against the wall, “Min Yoongi, I’m going to shut you up now.”

His breath stutters as I slowly move my mouth closer to his. “Please do—” I cut him off.

Kissing Yoongi is just as intoxicating as kissing Jin, but in a different way. Yoongi tastes like soju and spearmint. His body melts under my touch, completely fine with letting me lead. An idea springs to mind and I slide my hand into his hair and tug lightly. He jolts with a moan.

Bingo. I smirk before kissing him deeper. My other hand winds around him to scratch my nails down his back. This time, I’m awarded with a small whine.

The fact that I’m wrecking this boy is simultaneously wrecking me. That impact doubles when I feel a small hand begin to wind its way up my calf towards my thigh. Tearing my mouth away from Yoongi, I open my eyes to see Jimin smiling up at me, “Can you kiss me like that, too, (y/n)-noona?”

“Why couldn’t you wait your turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi sulks adorably, sensing that my resolve against any request from Jimin was nonexistent.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be showing me the perks of dating multiple people?” I joke, “Jin and Hobi just shared. Can’t you two?”

Jimin springs up off the floor faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, “Yes! We can share!”

“Good,” I reply, turning in Yoongi’s arms so that my back is pressed against him. He hisses in a breath. “Come here, Jiminie,” I open my arms to the eager boy who all but leaps into them.

“You’re so beautiful, noona,” Jimin sighs, pupils dilated, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“So are you, baby,” I sigh, bringing a hand up to brush his cheek fondly, “So are you.”

I kiss Jimin gently, treasuring the feel of his plump lips against my own. I trace the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip and his mouth opens in a silent gasp. I use the chance to slip my tongue inside to twine with his.

Through my thoroughly fucked-out haze, I feel Yoongi’s hands settle onto my hips, grinding me slowly against his crotch. I moan into Jimin as Yoongi’s mouth sucks on the side of my neck, surely for the sole reason of marking me.

“Well, shit, JK,” Taehyung’s voice shatters the bubble of pleasure I had been residing within in the middle of four beautiful men. My eyes flutter open to take in the sight of Taehyung holding a box of pizza and a case of beer, with Jungkook right behind him. “Looks like the party started without us.”

a/n: oops, another slight cliff-hanger? *laughs evilly*

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kikiyakno · 3 years

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TEXTS: Kian & Jaesang

Date → Sunday July 10, 2021 ( 1 AM )

Mentioned → Jae’s crush, Kang Nova, Seong Sunwoo, Brandon Kelly

Synopsis → After a big question, the boys have late night heart-to-heart sesh between best friends.

Feat. → @yijaesang

Kian — 12:49 AM

hyung?

can I ask you a question?

you don't have to answer if it makes you sad

Jae — 12:57 AM

you can ask me anything u know that

Kian

are you sure? 👀

Jae

(unsent) I'm already sad what's the difference

duh now hit me with it

Kian

What does it feel like?

to be n love...and stuff...

momo said you were in love...

Jae

I'm in the worst kind of love

and I still wouldn't trade it

love isn't what they always told us

we're kind of led to believe we're supposed to feel like we can't live without that person

but the truth is, we can feel like we can live without them if we have to but that it's not like it would kill us, it would just...our life would feel half

think about it like this

we're surviving without woo and we're existing still sure but, there's a piece that isn't connected into place, isn't there? That's a real love

I'm probably not the best to ask since I'm in love with someone who doesn't even want to speak to me or know me. But I guess I still know a bit from how I feel

Why?

Kian

I really like someone...

but I'm afraid to call it love...since I've never felt it before

Jae

yes you have and you'd know it when you felt it, trust me

compare it in part to how you feel about woo and me. The three of us are all each other's person before anyone else

but since it's the first time you really have to look at it

it's easy to think it's something it's not or that it's deeper than it'll end up being

and you have to ask why you're afraid to say it

Kian

because I don't want to be wrong...

I wasn't wrong about you guys.

Jae

and you KNEW you weren't wrong about us right?

Kian

well you used to talk about me a lot...

but susu kept me around.

and i wanted to be your friend

Jae

I was a foreign kid trying to survive around people who didn't speak my language, i disliked anyone who spoke English

I disliked anyone regardless let's be real

but you still knew didn't you

Kian

I hoped you give me a chance.

So all those other kids would stop picking on me...

So maybe yes.

Jae

damn you just wanted my mean mug to be used to your advantage 😂

there's no way to really be sure sometimes but I think you feeling afraid that you might be wrong is something to heavily take into consideration

if you felt it truly, you wouldn't think you're wrong

Kian

WELL AT THE TIME YA. I WON'T LIE. PEOPLE DIDN'T MESS WITH YOU.

oh...okay...i see....

well what if I think it's everything I wanted!

And i'm just paranoid over nothing.

Jae

that could very well be the case

but

momo said I'M in love

Kian

yeah...

she asked about you cos she’s been worried

Jae

no I mean

if momo hasnt said you are, are you

Kian

wh...

Oohhh....

Jae

has momo asked who you're in love with?

Kian

😥 no...

she hasn’t said anything about who I’ve been going out with

i just figured she's busy

Jae

that woman knows things that happen in her SLEEP, she's never too busy

so I'm guessing you're talking about Brandon?

Kian

is it all the gossip that made you guess?

Jae

nova told me she saw you two even before GG

if anything, there's clues on GG that point to some reasons that maybe you do really need to make sure

you know I dont put much stock in GG but also going off my own experience with Brandon...

you really gotta be sure because as someone who knows you, I don't see it. I know the kind of person you are and I know how he is

Kian

he’s...

he’s not what everyone thinks.

but I know...I know what he did wasn’t cool.

Jae

if people think of you as something, you have had the capability to be that person that's the thing. People will say I'm a mean cold asshole and you'd punch them but you know i can be

I feel like you don't know the half of stuff he's done to be honest but it's not my place to tell you after you've started feeling this way because it'll look bad on me

Kian

I still appreciate the honesty...I understand.

He makes me laugh a lot...and happy!

He calls me beautiful. And intelligent. I feel like it after he says it sometimes.

And we talk about going on adventures! All around the world...he said he wants to see all his favorite places with me...so we can make new memories together.

it feels like a dream whenever he speaks to me…

Jae

let me ask you something

has he ever asked where YOU want to go or is it just HIS favorite places?

has he mentioned any of your stuff from la playa or pride? have you mentioned his?

you don't find it a bit funny that you start hanging out with him and someone starts shading taking care of someone better than their so called best friends?

you are all those things, kian. you're all those words of validation but what actions has he done?

does Momo have a brandon special?

talk is talk, but it's the actions you need to fall for. or you'll just be left with words

Kian

we had a picnic... he cooked for us and it was kind of awful, but it was the thought!

we had a sleepover one day. That was nice...

he hasn’t talked about la Playa or pride... I haven’t brought it up much either.

I’m listening to you I promise.

It’s just...making me think is all.

Jae

did you congratulate him for either of his "sets*?

Kian

no…

Jae

positive about that?

Kian

😰

Maybe…

Jae

did you forget or are you trying to lie

Kian

...

Yes👀

Jae

yes you did say stuff?

Kian

yes I did say things!

Jae

and did he say anything to you?

did you know it wasn't me who had ft brandon kelly on all the advertisement

and it wasn't me who made him take a photo backstage and never uploaded it

I had to agree to the whole thing just so he'd stop tagging me in cat things and sending his weird ass "fans" after me with edits after i kept telling him I hate it and that it pisses me off

you mentioned his "victories" and he couldn't say a word about yours? nothing at all?

we are on the RADIO kian

we shocked the entire COMMUNITY and nothing from the guy whos trying to woo you or whatever? that's a huge red flag kian. I bet he talked all about minjoons though didn't he?

Kian

he hasn’t...or Didnt.

Jae

i bet you total strangers have

Kian

talked about minjoon’s?

Jae

said something to you about yours

Kian

Oh! Well!

Does my follower influx count?

Jae

I guess. And I'm sure people around SM have mentioned it

that's not even a friend, kian. thats someone who just wants your attention on them

Kian

Maybe...maybe I’m just someone who’s giving him a chance. And it’s okay if that’s what it is.

I understand why you would think that. I do. I promise.

And I’m not mad at you, don’t worry. I’m glad that you’re so honest with me. I always want you to be.

[unsent] even if I disagree

Jae

it's not okay if your potential first time loving someone is wasted on you though

at least one person in my life isn't, what a relief

I just want you to be happy and I just want to be around to be there for you and make sure you don't get blinded by flashy offers and pretty words because you deserve more than anyone in the world ya kno?

take it from me...you don't want to be where I am right now

Kian

I’m sorry, Jaesang...

I mean that you are where you are now.

At least going to Seoul was still fun right?!

And flying in a private plane!

Jae

if it weren't for the good memories with you, I think a huge part of me would wish we hadn't gone

ended up costing me another person close to me but that's nothing new lately is it?

but you and I had fun and that matters more

Kian

Lets go out!

I hate you talking like this.

Jae

on the holy night of Sunday??? What would momo say 😱😱😱🤯

I'm down to go out though

we can do whatever you want

Kian

SHE’LL UNDERSTAND

we’re gonna go food truck hoppin 😤

Jae

I'm starving so that's perfect

want me to come pick you up or are we taking the scooter?

Kian

SCOOTER

ILL BRING YOUR HELMET

Jae

careful you'll make my heart flutter

Kian

I can drop u off at the hospital if u need that

Jae

I hope you drop your taco

Kian

I CAN JUST FLING YOU

Jae

and what do you do when I die

Kian

take ur Jean jackets 😗

Jae

would you miss me when you wear them?

Kian

do cars have tires Jaesang

#— mobile interaction.#— jae sang

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Situation Normal (baon)

Summary: This wasn’t at all what Stretch expected from a simple knock at the door.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Angst, Brotherly Bonding, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Why let the Fell brothers have all the fun? The Swap bros deserve a chance.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The knock on the door wasn’t exactly ominous or anything. People did stop over to the house from time to time during the day, actual adults, even, not just the neighborhood kiddos. Undyne, Toriel, even Alphys sometimes although that was usually for her to run a test and boy, howdy, was Stretch loving a chance to play test subject in his own living room.

He suspected Edge and Alphys thought they were being kind by keeping him out of the lab, so he was gritting his teeth and bearing it, but damn, guys, no.

Anyway.

Stretch was perfectly capable of playing host to anyone who stopped by, thanks. Especially if there were some of Edge’s cookies to plate up for the latest gossip sesh; he might not have Red’s little network of spies, but Tori hopped up on coffee and sugar always had some tasty dirty laundry to share.

But having a brisk knock interrupt his nap wasn’t exactly putting him in the mood to pull out the cookie tray.

Stretch dragged himself upright with a yawn, kicking the blanket back towards the sofa. It clung stubbornly to one foot, resisting his attempts to get free until he shook his foot hard, almost falling as it finally let him loose.

The knock came again, harder, and Stretch groaned, scratching at his pelvis as he wandered to the door. It took him two tries to unlock it, because of course it was locked, Edge would sooner leave the house without his skull attached before he’d leave Stretch in an unlocked house. It clicked on the second attempt, the door swinging open to reveal his brother, beaming up at him with starry eye lights.

“bro?” Stretch said, sleepily confused. He scrubbed at his face with the back of his hand, trying to wake up enough to go through his mental calendar. It wasn’t their normal day to have lunch, they hadn’t made any plans, so what was…?

“Good morning!” Blue chirped crisply. He pushed past Stretch into the house, wiping his feet in the door rug.

“well, hey, come on in,” Stretch said dryly, biting back another yawn and closing the door after him.

“Thank you, I will. Glad to see you’re enjoying the lovely fall morning!” It was just this side of snarky and that made Stretch grin. Far too many people saw his brother as endlessly sweet, maybe even a little naïve. Stretch knew better, thanks, his bro could be a shit when he wanted and today looked like one of those days.

Blue stood with his hands perched on his hips, surveying the room. Probably taking in the crumpled blanket on the sofa, the half-full coffee cup thankfully set on a coaster. That first moment Blue came in always felt like one of Judgement, his brother looking at their home and deciding its worthiness.

It prickled a little, every time, but Stretch wasn’t sure how to quantify it. If he said something, Blue would probably say he was imagining things. He might not even be wrong, who the hell knew, but it was how Stretch felt, damn it.

Whatever he saw, Blue seemed to deem it worthy. He turned back to Stretch, his starry eyes lights sparkling and said with mock sternness, “I’m hurt, here I am, an uncle, and I haven’t met my chicken nieces.”

“haven’t you?” Stretch said, surprised. He wracked his memories, but yeah, that seemed possible. Any time he’d been sick or otherwise indisposed, Stretch asked Papyrus to take care of the ladies for him, a task he managed with great enthusiasm and probably volume. Not that he didn’t trust his bro, but when Stretch was in the hospital, Blue tended to be there. Any other time it was a habit to call Papyrus as a chicken-sitter was all. “guess you haven’t. sorry, bro, must be agony for you.”

“Terribly hurt,” Blue said solemnly. “Deep inside, except we don’t have any insides because we’re skeletons.”

Stretch snorted. “yeah, bro, and you can’t play an instrument in church cause you’ve got no organs. come on, i fed them earlier, they should be ready for some attention.”

His sweatshirt was a heavy one, but it was pretty chilly out despite the sunshine, so Stretch pulled a jacket out from the closet and slid it on.

“Papy, a hat!” Blue scolded.

“it’s not that cold, i’m fine, bro.” Except for a sudden itch for a cigarette. Stretch ignored it, stepping into his untied sneakers and leading his grumbling brother out the back door. He had a pack upstairs but smoking in front of Blue wasn’t going to be worth the lecture.

The chickens were out in the little fenced yard of their coop and they perked up eagerly at the sight of skeletons and possibility of scritches. They barely waited for him to open the gate, already gabbling. Stretch sat down right on the ground in the fallen leaves, ignoring the dampness creeping through his jeans and laughing as all three of them made a beeline to him.

“So you’re the ones who’ve been making the eggs Papy brings me.” Blue didn’t sit on the ground, crouching instead. His first hesitant stroke over Dumpling’s vibrant feathers firmed as she immediately saw potential for extra affection and turned his way. Blue laughed softly as Nugget jealously pushed in close, trying to impose herself between her flock mate and Blue’s hand. “They’re very friendly, aren’t they. When you first told me about them, I wondered what Edge was thinking, giving you chickens, but they seem like nice pets.”

“guess it is a little odd,” Stretch shrugged a little. Noodle was happy to have his complete attention and he patted her fondly. “but they work for us. not like i was getting a kitten anytime soon.”

Blue didn’t usually care for reminders of Stretch’s little issues, but to his surprise, his brother smiled, a touch sadly, “No, those go to Red, don’t they. I would have thought him more unlikely than you to take on a cat.”

“heh, i think cats suit him just fine.” Matching teeth, Stretch thought with a private shudder. “edge says he’s taking good care of the fuzzball.”

“I’m sure he does—“ before Stretch could parse his brother’s tone, Noodle decided she’d had enough of being ignored by the newcomer and hopped onto Blue’s knee. Her weight was enough to knock him off-balance and he yelped as he fell back into the leaves with Stretch, laughing as Noodle immediately clambered onto his chest to inspect him more thoroughly. Two more chickens joined her and Blue giggled as the three of them walked over him with their scaly little chicken feet.

“heh, looks like they like you.” Stretch reached over to take Nugget before she could settle on Blue’s skull as if it were a giant egg. She settled into his lap amicably enough, crooning blissfully as he smoothed her feathers. ”they like edge, too. try to hop all over him whenever he’s out here.”

Blue shooed the other two brats down enough for him to sit up. “And he allows that?”

Yeah, there was that tone again and this time Stretch frowned. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Not a thing.” As if his sudden breeziness was going to fool his own brother? “I’m only surprised, is all.”

Stretch sighed, rubbing a thumb beneath Nugget’s little chin. If he could thank his therapy for anything, it was he’d learned that trying to dance around a subject only worked if your partner was willing to boogie. And he definitely wasn’t, not about Edge. “you know, you and edge used to be good friends.”

He could see the surprise in his brother’s face, quickly masked as he said, “We’re still friends.”

“no offense, bro, but you sound as friendly as the bubonic plague. i mean it, you two used to hang out, cook together, do your stitch and bitch,” and when Blue opened his mouth to object, Stretch didn’t stop. “don’t try to tell me you both are busy or some shit. you used to be tight, so what happened?”

A kaleidoscope of emotion crossed his face and what it settled on was not one he easily recognized, not on his brother. “Our friendship was a little disrupted when he crushed my brother’s heart and yet somehow still managed to convince you to go back to him, anyway.”

Stretch could feel his own mouth dropping open because what the fuck? “okay, leaving aside that it was none of your business even then, that was years ago. we had a rocky start, yeah, but we’ve been together for a while and we’re married. why the fuck are you bringing that up for now, sans?” And it felt odd, calling his brother by his real name. Stretch couldn’t remember the last time he’d done it and he wondered how it felt for him to hear it. From the way his shoulders hunched, maybe nothing good. “mind telling me what’s going on, little brother?”

That was a deliberate goad. Blue seemed to forget sometimes that Stretch was the damn older brother and he’d managed pretty well when they were younger, back before…well. Before everything. Going through a bad patch didn’t mean he lost older bro privileges forever.

“Nothing is going on,” Blue said hurriedly. He swallowed, too hard, like the taste of it was bitter. “I’m sorry I brought it up, brother, you know very well I’m happy for you. I wouldn’t have stood up at your wedding if I wasn’t.”

Stretch was starting to wonder about that, but anything he might have said went winging out of his head at the first tear that fell from Blue’s socket, trailing down his cheekbone. He watched dumbly as it ran down his jaw, hanging from his chin in a translucent jewel of magic before falling to splash on Noodle, disappearing into her feathers.

Okay, fuck this. Stretch pushed Nugget off his lap, ignoring her outraged squawk, and grabbed his brother, hauling him into his lap despite the protests of the other two chickens. That turned the waterworks on full-force and Blue clung to him, sweatshirt fisted in both hands as he buried his face into Stretch’s chest and wailed like he hadn’t since he was a child.

His brother’s weight wasn’t exactly insubstantial, he was short but he was damn solid. Stretch didn’t give a shit, ignoring his protesting femurs and joints as he held his brother close, rocking him gently. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew how to handle this, even if it’d been years since he’d done it.

He hummed softly, as automatic as breathing, a wordless song of comfort that hadn’t changed since Blue, Sans, had been so much smaller, his starry eye lights eager, ready to join the guard and capture a Human.

Yeah, maybe that was a memory best forgotten.

Slowly Blue’s sobs eased into hiccoughs and all too soon he drew away, his face drenched in teary magic. Stretch wiped it away with his sleeve like he had when Blue was only a baby bones, drying his cheek bones. It sent a fresh wash of them down, Blue’s eye lights shrunken to dots as he looked up at Stretch.

“I miss you,” Blue blurted suddenly. He choked out another sob, trying to stifle the tears that kept falling. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t, but I do! I miss waking up and seeing you, I miss coming home and not having you there! It’s so selfish of me, I should be used to it by now, but I miss you, Papy!”

“sans…” Stretch whispered, shocked to his marrow. He didn’t even know what to say. Blue was cringing miserably, like he expected him to be mad, but how could he be? Blue wasn’t wrong, not at all; when he’d started dating Edge, they’d gone from mornings and nights together to not so much, and when he’d moved out, it was even less. They had lunch together once a week and Stretch stopped in more often now that Jeff was living there, but. He grabbed hold of his brother’s shoulders, hauling him in for a tight hug.“i’m so sorry, kiddo. i didn’t mean to abandon you like that.”

“You didn’t,” Blue said with some asperity and wasn’t that his bro all the way, trying to protect him, even from himself. He drew back and scrubbed at his face with a hanky he’d pulled from his inventory. “You didn’t, Papy. You were sad for so long and I suppose I got used to taking care of you. I told you I was being selfish and I am. You were finding yourself and I wanted to hold you back.”

“you didn’t, though.” Stretch scrubbed his knuckles lightly over Blue’s skull. His brother’s grin was watery, but he leaned into the touch.

“I hope I didn’t. I didn’t mean to spring this on you either, only—“ his sigh was deeply conflicted. “Jeff won’t be staying with me long, I think. He and Antwan seem to have gotten over whatever was troubling them and he’s so very happy. Like you were right before you moved in with Edge. I am happy for him, truly. I suppose I was only enjoying having someone living with me again.”

Well, that was a concoction of happy and shitty, wasn’t it, and not a problem Stretch really knew how to fix. Wasn’t like he could put out an ad for ‘Roommate wanted. Must allow mama bear-ing and be willing to eat pasta. No smokers.’

Blue stood up, dusting leaves away briskly. “It’s all right, brother, it’s my problem to deal with.” He grimaced, a trace of shame crossing his face. “Please don’t tell Edge what I said? It was unkind and he doesn’t deserve that.”

“tell you what, i’ll keep mum if you come over for dinner tonight.” Edge wouldn’t mind and if he did, well, Stretch would remind him of Red’s invite earlier that week. If he could do chili dogs with the gremlin, Edge could manage playing nice with Blue. Probably wouldn’t need to manage if they got to talking about recipes.

But Blue only looked unhappy at the offer. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, Papy. I really shouldn’t have said anything.”

Yeah, that wasn’t gonna fly. “come over,” Stretch insisted, “bring andy and antwan. c’mon, mettaton has a new special tonight, right?” mettaton was no napstatton but he could see Blue wavering and he added the kicker, coaxingly, “i heard it’s a musical.”

That stitched it. Blue glanced down at Noodle, who was inspecting his shoelaces in hopes of finding a wormy snack, then said uncertainly, “If you think Edge won’t mind…?”

“he won’t,” Stretch said firmly. Or if he did, he wouldn’t say. Stretch wasn’t a bad host but Edge would put Martha Stewart to shame when he wanted.

His smile wasn’t quite the starry happiness that Stretch lived to see in him, but it was hella better than crying. “Okay, then, I will. Let me go home and clean up, and I’ll come back over tonight.”

“sounds good, bro.” Before Blue walked off, Stretch caught his arm, hauling him in for another tight hug. Blue returned it with equal ferocity, clinging for a long, long moment. Then he let go, offering a happier smile, and went out the gate to the front.

The second he was gone, Stretch took a shortcut upstairs, then right back down, cigarettes in hand. The tip wavered as he tried to light it and Stretch had to chase it with the lighter flames til it caught, breathing in a cloud of nicotine-laced smoke. He smoked the whole thing, then lit another before he texted Edge.

okay if my bro comes for dinner tonight?

The reply was almost immediate. Of course. I’ll text him and see if he’d like to bring an appetizer.

His soul constricted in his chest, so filled with love that it ached. Because Blue would be happier if he could contribute and Edge knew it, and wasn’t that Edge all the way? Even if his friendship with Blue got sort of derailed by their relationship, Edge never hesitated to be kind.

Fuck, but Stretch loved him so much.

But he only sent a thumbs up emoticon back along with a string of hearts before dropping his phone back into his pocket and focusing on the task at hand. Namely smoking half this pack before going in to scrub down so no one would be able to smell it.

He’d fucked up, fucked up bad, Stretch thought grimly. Made his brother feel abandoned level of fucked up, yeah, that was par for his course. Didn’t mean he couldn’t do better, damn it, and if he felt like shit about it, well, time for damage control.

He wasn’t stuck in a revolving door of resets anymore and his brother deserved to be happy, too. They’d figure it out, he was sure of it.

But after his third cigarette, he went ahead and sent a text to his therapist’s office to set up an extra appointment this week.

Somehow, he got the feeling he was gonna need a chance to talk.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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psycho-slytherin · 5 years

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Strangers ch. 34

Yoongi finds your phone– and so does someone else...

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: fluff, angst

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You force a laugh. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie to me, y/n,” Yoongi says softly, his voice a knife in your back. “These– Jesus.” He exhales sharply as your phone buzzes again, again, again. You would’ve turned your notifications off months ago, but you need Twitter for your jobs. “How long has it been like this?”

@satanhasaholdoffrance: hey @yourname make like a tree and die

@queenynuwu: I hope y/n knows we love her!! <3 @yourname

@gummyyoongi: has anyone found @yourname‘s address yet?

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply stubbornly. You don’t want your weight on Yoongi’s shoulders, not when you know he’ll blame himself.

“Bullshit. You said this wasn’t happening! You told me that my fans weren’t coming after you.”

“And you never checked,” you reply, your throat tight. “You know what I am. I’m a liar. And you trusted me– that’s your mistake.”

Yoongi flinches. “I know you don’t mean that.”

You begin trembling, your hands and arms and shoulders tensing against your will. “You shouldn’t trust me, Yoongi.” I’ve kept too many secrets from you.

“Well, I do trust you. I know you too well, y/n, and you don’t mean that. But this?” He taps your phone. “This is messed up.”

You take a step back, shrinking into yourself. “I-I’m sorry.”

“What? No. Why are you apologizing?” Yoongi gets up and walks towards you, his eyes intense. “My fans– the stuff they’re saying– that’s what’s messed up. And y/n, I’m so, so sorry this happened. You don’t deserve it.”

“I, uh...” you mumble, confused. Why isn’t he angry at you? You lied to him, again and again and again. “Sorry...”

Yoongi sighs, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “What are you even apologizing for?”

“I don’t know!” You cry. “I thought you’d be mad at me!”

“I’m not mad at you, y/n-ie.” Yoongi raises his arm and brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. “I’m just worried. The comments you’re getting, the haters... they’re too much for anyone.”

Your mind drifts to the nightmares, the thoughts that your hate comments have inspired within you.

Yoongi’s gaze darkens, but he’s not looking at you– he’s staring far off, at something beyond. “I’ve seen idols, trainees– friends– that internalized those things, and they didn’t see an escape... no one is equipped to deal with this shit alone, no one.” Yoongi swallows, and his voice wavers. “So don’t try, y/n. You’re not alone, and I can’t lose you.”

You blink hard before drawing back and punching Yoongi in the arm.

“Ow!” Yoongi yelps, rubbing his arm. “What the hell?”

“That’s for being dramatic,” you say, using all your willpower to keep your voice light. “And this–” you poke him in the ribs– “is for being selfish. I don’t wanna lose me either, nerd. It’s not all about you.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Yoongi laughs. “My bad, I almost forgot that you’re a force to be reckoned with.”

“Just don’t let it happen again,” you sniff haughtily.

“I won’t, promise. Hey, do you need a lift to your next job?”

“Nah, I’ll take the bus. I’m not famous like you,” you reply. Besides, you want to be alone with your thoughts.

“Suit yourself. I have to go to the studio anyways.”

“Another BTS comeback already?” You muse, and Yoongi winks.

“Nope.”

~~~

Once Yoongi leaves, you wriggle into another sweater and shrug your coat on over it. You can’t help but feel chilly lately, and you can’t afford to get a cold.

You leave your apartment building and quickly walk towards the bus stop. Your afternoon will be spent on a photoshoot for a new makeup line, and Lisa said you’d be able to keep some of the merchandise.

You adjust your face mask and pop in your earphones, your mind a whirling dervish of thoughts. You imagined Yoongi would be furious– after all, you’d promised no more secrets. You couldn’t help but keep your Twitter mess to yourself, because you didn’t want your friend to stress about it.

Friend... the word seems strange to you, almost wrong.

Well, we’re ‘dating’ now, you think, so I guess he’s my fake-boyfriend instead.

It’s weird; for years you were completely in love with Yoongi, besotted with his face and voice and laugh and lyrics. His shy, goofy nature. His irresistible charm. You remember when you and Lisa would scream together at every new music video, each concept photo, any hint or clue or theory. It seems so long ago now.

Speaking of Lisa... your phone begins buzzing with a call from your manager/friend.

“Y/n, darling, how are you doing? How’s the leg?”

“All healed up now,” you reply, flexing and unflexing your left leg. You lost a lot of blood, but your injury missed all the arteries and important stuff.

“Great. Hey, I lined up a job, it’s yours for the taking if you’re interested. They need an extra in a cologne commercial, it should only be a two-day shoot and we can plan around Moon Over The Sea. What do you think?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you murmur absentmindedly. “How much does it pay?”

“Pretty well, your cut would be only a little less than you’re making on the makeup shoot today.”

“Alright, sign me up.”

“Great. And... how’s it going with Yoongi?”

You jolt. “What?”

“C’mon, y/n, you can’t expect me not to ask. You’re dating your idol!”

“I-I’m not, really...”

“Oh, shush. It’s official, isn’t it? BigHit confirmed it last week. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were together!”

You grit your teeth– you have to tell her the truth. “Lisa, seriously, it’s not real.”

“I know, I bet it totally feels like a fairy tale, huh? I’m so jealous.” Lisa’s voice gets quieter, pouty. “We have to hang out soon, it’s been ages since we’ve had a proper gossip sesh!”

“But...”

“No buts! I’m ordering you as your manager to hang out with your best friend... who is also your manager... who is also me.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes ma’am, just pencil me in.”

“Will do! See you soon.”

“See ya.

Humming to yourself, you continue your bus ride, arriving at the studio a few minutes early. A fashionable young man strides up to you bearing shorts and a shirt.

“Ah, you’re here. L/n y/n, right? Perfect, perfect, put these on and we’ll get you straight into hair and makeup.”

“Uhh...” you examine the outfit he gave you. “Are you sure this is for me?”

“Of course I am, what are you talking about?”

“It’s black, these shorts are made of leather, and...” you trail off, gulping. “It’s all very tight.” That’s right, clothes like these will only hug the curves you don’t have. You’re not a sex icon like some of the female idols you’ve seen Yoongi with on TV. You know as someone in the entertainment industry, you’re supposed to be fashionable– but you’re too much a fan of oversized sweaters and soft pants to let them go. “I don’t know if this outfit suits me.”

“Nonsense, you’re beautiful– you just need the confidence! Besides, you’re gonna have to get used to this type of stuff if you want to get anywhere in your career,” the man chuckles. “Changing room is over there. When you’re ready, head to hair and makeup.”

“R-right,” you mumble, taking the clothes. They look so cold, you shiver just thinking about putting them on.

Ten minutes later, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Staring back at you seems to be a child, a little girl who doesn’t belong, who can barely fill out the tight crop top or shorts. And you’re supposed to be dating Yoongi? You don’t know if you want to laugh or cry. Yoongi deserves better, someone prettier, smarter, who looks like they belong at his side. In your mind’s eye, you can see Yoongi next to you in the mirror– black-haired, a brow raised, his mouth quirking upwards in a lazy smirk. He looks like a prince, a god, and you look like you’re playing dress-up next to him. No wonder so many people are upset; you’re doing Yoongi no favors by being with him.

You sigh and shake your head. You’re cold, so cold, and you hate it. You turn away from the mirror to get your hair and makeup done.

“Okay, can you give me a little lip bite? Something cheeky? Oh, perfect! Yes, hold like that!” The camera flashes while you sit frozen in place. “Cross your legs now, hold the lipstick closer to your face... can you give me bedroom eyes?”

Face flushed, you lower your lashes and pout your lips like you’ve seen real models do, and the camera flashes again and again. The lipstick you’ve got on is a brighter red than you’ve ever dared to wear, and combined with the outfit and your bold eyeliner, you look a little edgy.

“Great, y/n, you’re doing wonderfully. We need one more photo for the spread...” the photographer looks around the photo studio, which is a rather minimalist set. “Can someone get me that chair? Y/n, sit on it backwards and try for a smirk– like an ‘I’m-better-than-you’ face.”

But I’m not. Still you try, channeling your inner Seokjin as you fix the camera with your best downward stare, and then half smiling as though you’ve got a secret– which you do, too many to count. Half a dozen shots later, you’re dismissed with the promise that the money will be wired to your account by Friday.

The next morning, you wake up to the familiar buzzing of your notifications, again and again and again. You haven’t overslept, have you? No, your clock informs you that it’s not even six AM. You groan and flip your phone over to read your new mentions.

@beautyoftheseoul: Check out our new line of matte lipsticks, modeled by #MoonOverTheSea’s @yourname!

@chimyoongles: Omg @2460sunshine did you see that @yourname liked a yoongi thirst tweet? Lmaooo I’m dying she’s rly all of us

@scarletwitchisjunghoseok: I think I love @yourname now that she’s exposed herself as an army lololol

@captainkookie21: why are ppl stanning @yourname for her fuckup lol it just goes to show what a liar and a slut she is.

You blink sleepily. You liked a tweet about Yoongi? You’ve been careful about doing that ever since you became a public figure, in case Yoongi noticed. You tap through your likes and gasp:

@slutfordionysus: rt if you want Suga to crush you between his thighs, like if you want him to use his tongue technology on you ;)

Oh, fuck. You never liked that. You’ve never even seen that tweet. Which means... you’ve been hacked?

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marvelousbirthdays · 5 years

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Happy Birthday, sionnachoiche3

March 3-Darcy/Bucky or Sabertooth/Darcy, something fluffy/smutty. Maybe with prompt “Why am I always the funniest when no one is around to hear it?", for @sionnachoiche3

Written by @thestarfishdancer

Humming tunelessly as the door to the communal area slid open for her, Darcy made her way into the kitchen to dig around for the popcorn kernels.

“Don’t worry about the rec room lights, FRIDAY,” she called out when the room brightened automatically around her. “I’m getting my midnight movie madness on.”

“It is well past midnight, Ms. Lewis,” came the disembodied voice she was only recently getting used to hearing.

“Details,” Darcy chimed back. “Or maybe it’s an early morning movie madness. A matinee, if you will. Ha! Why am I always the funniest when no one is around to hear it?”

“Not no one.”

Darcy yelped, dropping the bowl she’d just grabbed from a cupboard onto the tile. Fortunately, she’d grabbed a large metal mixing bowl, so it didn’t shatter on impact. Unfortunately, it did make quite the clatter, and she felt extra badly, as it would seem that she hadn’t seen that someone was using the sofa in the makeshift library area to sleep on. Not Barton, somewhat to her surprise, since he was the member of the Avengers most likely to be found crashing in random parts of the tower.

“Sorry, so sorry,” she babbled as none other than Bucky Barnes sat up, scooping up the bowl and a bag of kernels. “There’s usually no one in here at this time of night. I’ll just… take my popcorn and go watch in my room. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Don’t let me chase you out, doll. I wasn’t sleeping. Don’t need much.”

“So you were just… hanging out here in the dark?” Darcy said, her skepticism creeping into her voice against will.

“Steve brought a girl back to our rooms. Turns out regular soundproofing does not work when your hearing’s been enhanced, and there’s only so much a guy needs to know about what gets his best friend’s motor revving.”

“I hear ya,” Darcy said. “Rather, I’ve heard Jane and Thor. Back when we were civving it with no soundproofing. Hey, you should ask Stark to upgrade you to whatever they used in our rooms. If it can keep the Thunder Jane’s Under from being heard through our walls, it’ll probably work for you.”

“Ask Stark for a favor, yeah, that always goes well for me,” Bucky said.

“Um, being the guys how lets Stark know he calls Captain Puritan is getting some action? He’ll probably build you a whole new tower.”

“The punk’ll kill me,” Bucky replied, before his face broke out into a shit-eating grin. “Which makes that the best idea ever.”

“You are more of a shit-disturber than Hawkass, and I love it,” Darcy said. “And good on Rogers. Any chance you’ll spill who the girl is?”

“More fun to see if people figure it out.”

“That makes it sound suspiciously like it is not one-time thing.”

“With super soldiers, even one nights are never a one-time thing.”

“Damn, go Steve. And go mystery woman,” Darcy whistle lowly, filing it away for a gossip sesh with Jane, when she got back from delivering her lecture in Canada. “But anyway… I was going to watch a movie on the big screen, but if you need the quiet, there’s nothing wrong with the regular-sized TV in my place. And if you were just needed a place not to hear sex noises, I can make enough popcorn for two if you want to join me.”

“I’d be up for a movie,” Bucky said slowly.

Darcy tipped her head at him. “You sound surprised.”

“Most of the civilians are afraid of me,” he admitted. “Don’t get asked to join in too many things.”

“Well most civilians are dumbasses, then, and I don’t issue invitations I don’t mean. Plus, I tasered a god.I’m not afraid of any of you guys.”

“Not even Natasha?” Bucky teased.

“Well, maybe Nat,” Darcy contemplated. “She’s pretty sneaky. She might know how to duck a taser and she’s a smaller target than most of you guys. And she could kill me with her thighs, probably.”

“She definitelyknows how to kill you with her thighs.”

“But what a way to go,” Darcy quipped. “Alright, so I know how much popcorn for two is for a regular set of people, but how many people does one super soldier count as?”

“Usually about six, but since I ate the leftover pizza in the fridge a half hour ago, you’re probably good with making for four.”

“… Sam’s leftover pizza?”

“No comment.”

“Like I said,” Darcy grinned as she poured popcorn into the popper. “Troublemaker.”

“So I know why I’m up in the wee hours,” Bucky said as the machine began to heat up. “Any reason you’re up so late? Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Darcy waved it off, then grabbed butter from the fridge to melt in the microwave. “But I’ve been working with Jane as she studies the stars for enough years now, I’m mostly nocturnal now.”

“Makes sense,” Bucky shrugs. “So what movie are we gonna watch?”

“Well, I washoping to peruse Stark’s secret porn stash, but since you don’t want to hear sex noises, I guess we’ll just have to see what’s on Netflix.” Darcy felt her lips twitch and then she was giggling, unable to even remotely keep a straight face.”

“If you really are funniest when no one is around, you must kill it, doll.”

“Totes,” Darcy said as the popcorn finish popping. She turned off the machine, then expertly poured on the butter then salted it. “But I seriously didn’t have anything in mind in particular. We can pick together, though I warn you I will judge your suggestions ruthlessly.”

“Same,” he countered, taking the large bowl from her to carry to the rec room. “There’s some beer tucked in the back with my name on it, if you want to grab a couple?”

“This beer marked ‘Sam’s beer – do not touch, this means you, Bucky’?”

“That’s the one.”

“Awesome,” she said, snagging two.

“So…” Bucky said as they settled onto the couch and she bent forward to grab the remote. “Hypothetically… If a guy did want to hear a certain dame’s sex noises, you know, if she was interested in hearing his, how would he go about moving in that direction?”

“Depends on the dame,” she said, winking at him. “But with this one? Movie’s a good start.”

“Good to know,” he said. “And if he hypothetically knew of a great diner that serves thick cut bacon that would be open when a movie’s done?”

“An excellent, excellent start.”

#darcy lewis #Bucky Barnes #fluff #WinterShock

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spoiledphil-blog · 6 years

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Starring Role - Chapter 5

rating: m

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It’s Friday and Phil’s coffee is luke warm due to the fact its been sitting on the table for about an hour and a half now, Dan’s late, and really shouldn’t expected any less, he’s only know the man a week and he can already tell he’s most disorganised person he’ll ever meet.

As the clock nears half six Phil considers leaving, before a gust of air hits his back and he turns seeing Dan pushing his way through the door, he coat drowned and hair extra curly.

“Sorry I’m late.” Dan says with a forced smile sitting down at the table, his eyes are red rimmed and tired looking but Phil won’t read into it now.

“I should have went with you the minute we left the office, Maddy and I had to discuss things.” He looks down at his hands and begins fidgeting.

“I don’t mind, are you alright?” He has to ask because sitting here watching Dan struggle is heartbreaking and embarrassing for the both of them.

“Yeah, just some stuff happened, you know girlfriend—uh ex, ex girlfriend stuff.” Dan says picking at his fingernails laughing awkwardly.

“I’m sorry.” Phil feels guilty for being annoyed with Dan now. He places a hand over Dan’s in an attempt to be comforting.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault, I mean I knew it was coming.”

Phil smiles sympathetic, retracting the hand that was awkwardly laying on top of Dan’s.

Dan wipes away the tears that a threating to fall, taking in a sharp breath before looking up at Phil with a forced smile dragging from ear to ear.

“How are you doing anyway?” Dan says almost in a snappy tone, Phil doesn’t to heart Dan’s going through something.

“I’m okay, do you want to talk more —” Dan cuts Phil off.

“I hear you’re dating an accountant over at Walton’s office.”

Phil’s opens his mouth and closes it again praying people at the office aren’t talking about his love life.

“Oh that’s nothing, just uh, nothing.”

Dan rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to sugar coat everything, It’s a breakup, I’ll be fine. “

Phil doesn’t look convinced, smiling sadly.

“For fuck sake Phil, Marcus always talks about you.” Dan says as if it’s obvious.

“How do you—” Phil begins before Dan’s shoving him lightly.

“My friend works at Walton’s, now come on I’m not getting any younger. “

“I’m not sure what you’re asking me?” Phil’s so confused.

“You asked me to coffee, for what? Because we’re friends right? We gossip y’know. “

Phil raises his eyebrows giggly. “Gossip? So we’re teenage girls now?”

Dan shoves him again this time it hurts. “Stop dodging the question. “

“He’s nice. “Phil says unsure of what to say.

Dan rolls his eyes for the umpteenth time. “I don’t want to know how nice he is, come on how big is his cock?”

Phil splutters, “I don’t know, I, it’s not bad? I don’t know, it’s not like I had a ruler with me!”

Dan bursts out laughing, leaning back in his chair clapping. “I was only joking—” he pauses for breath. “But that was fucking brilliant.”

Phil just blushes hard putting his head in his hands.

A woman walks over to them then, she’s young with short brown hair and her lips seemed to be turned into a permanent scowl. “We’re closing in five minutes. “

Phil looks towards the clock which reads five to seven, he needs at the girl before she trudges away from their table.

It’s then Phil notices there’s barely anyone here, luckily seen as Dan’s incredibly loud.

“No no, this is too fun, want to come to my apartment?” Dan asks him still smiling, it takes Phil by surprise but he nods getting up and hurrying out the door with Dan.

“It’s just around the corner actually.” Dan says and thank god it is because the dark cloud in the sky isn’t looking too promising.

Dan’s apartment is small but it’s got fairy lights and a beat up couch reminding him of his university dorm room.

“It’s not that nice in here, Mike decorated mostly. “

“No it’s nice.”

Dan walks over to the mini fridge in the corner beside the couch and Phil could only chuckle it really is like a university dorm room.

“I’ve got Bulmers and Bulmers, oh and a can of Bulmers.”

Phil giggles I’ll have a can of Bulmers.”

Dan hands him the can as they sit on the couch. “Thank you, Phil.”

Phil looks up at him taking a gulp out of his can. “Hm?”

“For distracting me from everything, you’re a good friend.” Dan says sincerely looking him in the eyes.

Phil’s heart is beating fast in his chest and God is this what having a friend feels like? Because he loves it, the rush of happiness.

Phil’s never had a friend per say as sad as it is, as a child he was awfully strange, he’d cling to his mother often and it took him ages to even talk in class, university was different, he’d come out of his shell, he’d talk to people, go to parties, hook up with boys but he’d never had a friend.

How he landed such a funny, beautiful friend he doesn’t know, Phil feels content at this moment thinking of Marcus, his career and new found friend.

Maybe everything was coming together for him.

The door rattles and a tall muscular man with brown hair and a stubble walks through the door throwing the briefcase he was holding to the ground.

“Mike? You’re back early.” Dan spoke up looking towards the man. Phil gathers that this is Dan’s roommate, the one with the fairy lights.

“Yeah I heard about Maddy, does that means she’s fucking off right?” Phil’s confused, Mike sounds relived.

“Yeah now can you—”

Mike completely ignores Dan walking into the kitchen. “I’m glad you finally had the guts to tell her you’re gay! I hated the bitch!” Mike yells from the kitchen and Phil can see Dan cringe.

“Mike we have company!” Dan yells at him as Mike returns to the living room.

“Well why didn’t you say so.” Mike says excitedly, walking over to the couch settling himself in between the two men.

“I’m Mike, you must be Dan’s first gay hookup.” Mike deadpans reaching his hand out for Phil to take.

Phil opens his mouth unsure of what to say but takes Mike’s hand anyway.

“Mike that’s Phil.” Dan says desperate for Mike to shut up.

“Oh! Marcus’s Phil?” Phil cringes at that, he doesn’t like how it sounds, like he’s being owned.

“You should have said, I work with your boyfriend.” Mike tells him bright smile, that Phil thinks is far too happy to be genuine.

But Mike seems to be a walking ball of happiness and energy.

Dan takes a sip from his can shaking his head. “You boys didn’t tell me we were on a sesh.” Mike says jumping out of his seat to go and grab a drink.

Mike looks over at Phil. “Did Dan tell you about our Bulmers collection.”

Phil’s unsure what to say, he’s sort of uncomfortable, Mike is so loud and full of life.

“Can I get another can actually?” Phil finds himself asking because these are the sort of situations where he needs to be drunk.

Mike does that big thoothy smile and is all too happy about Phil wanting to drink more, Mike seems like the exact type of guy Phil avoided at university but still ended up giving head to in the bathrooms at parties.

Phil shakes his head at the thought this whole apartment is a nostalgia trip for him.

Dan gives him a look of what the fuck are you doing? As Phil takes the drink off Mike with a smile.

“You can never beat Irish cider Phil, and God is it cheap here.” Mike says taking a large gulp from his can Phil does the same.

“Yeah and probably has some sort of infection seen as it’s literally from poundland.” Dan mutters.

“Shut up will you, you’re the one drinking it.” Mike says, Phil’s comfortable watching them bicker like an old couple.

He finds himself giggling at nothing, maybe he’s getting a little tipsy.

He’s a lightweight, sue him.

Dan’s losing up a bit as time goes on and Phil loves it.

Dan’s even louder when he’s drunk, and Mike seems to be the exact same Phil’s convinced Mike’s always drunk.

It’s two am and they’ve taking many an ugly picture, that Mike posted to his Instagram or something Phil can’t really comprehend much at this point.

He’s reaching for his phone as Mike lights up a cigarette which Phil is sure doesn’t have tobacco in.

He’s a load of missed calls from Marcus, he panics thinking he might be hurt his drunken brain running over a load of possibilities that aren’t even physically possible.

There’s slow jazz playing from Mike’s IPhone and Phil looks over the scence of Mike against the window trying to smoke and Dan trying to knock it out of his hand, it looks like he’s at stoner party right now, except it’s three sad office people.

Phil calls Marcus, he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, speaking of which how did he get into the kitchen?

Marcus picks up after two rings and Phil can hear the franticness in his voice. “Phil I’ve been calling you for hours!”

“Sorry Marky.” Phil slurs his words and giggles a bit at his own choice of nickname.

“Are you drunk? where are you?”

Marcus is far too worried and Phil just giggles. “I’m at a friend’s, Mike is here! Your coworker!” Phil doesn’t really know what he’s saying, he can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the thought of Marcus being worried about him, Marcus caring about that’s making him drunk.

“Don’t tell me your with that cunt.”

The hostile words make Phil pout and wonder. “What’s wrong?” Phil stays words still slurred.

“Nothing, get your friend to bring you out to the front I’ll be outside in five minutes.”

The line goes dead, Phil trots into the sitting room where Dan has Mike on the ground the cigarette that isn’t really a cigarette is thrown across the room and Mike is reaching for it.

“Lads, I have to go being me out Dan.” Dan looks up at him a lazy smile painted onto his face.

Phil’s sobered up a bit after talking to Marcus and he starts to wondering just how much did he drink.

“Sure.” Dan drags out the ‘e’ and gets off Marcus grabbing Phil’s wrist and leading him out the door before Phil can think to get his coat.

He can hear Mike cheering as the approach the lift, struggling to get in like they’re toddlers.

“Mike’s goin’ smoke the joint now n’ I can’t stop it.” Dan’s words are so slurred Phil can barely make sense of most of them.

The both walk awkwardly out of the building, Phil can see Marcus getting out of his car right in front of the steps.

Phil runs up to him practically jumping on top of him, Marcus grabs Phil in his arms holding him up.

“Jesus you’re pissed.” He hears Marcus mutter something to Dan before he’s been carried into Marcus’ car.

Marcus has to help him buckle his seat belt because he keeps getting giggly and squirming like a child.

Marcus gives him an angry look, that shocks Phil a little and breaks him out of a little trance.

His mind puts him in a state where he feels more childish and he pouts at the look on Marcus’ face and the way he slammed the door before climbing in the other side.

“Marcus?” Phil asks looking at Marcus with wide eyes still pouting.

Marcus lets out an aggravated sigh. “What?” He snaps. That snapping made Phil curl back away from him looking out the window.

“Take me home.” Phil says acting like a kid who’s mother has just told them they can’t go to McDonald’s.

Marcus sighs as Phil rattles of the address in a baby voice trying to sound as pissed off as possible.

He feels guilty though, as Marcus carries him up to his apartment in his arms he can hear Marcus’s heart beat and he smiles, he feels safe in Marcus’ arms.

Phil fishes the key out of his pocket shoving it in Marcus’ face Marcus takes it between his teeth before putting them into his left hand holding Phil at the same time.

He’s impressed by Marcus’s strength as he pushes through the door and carries him into bed.

Marcus settles Phil in the covers, turning around to leave, when Phil begins to whine. “Stay.” Phil almost demands in a childish voice.

Marcus rolls his eyes climbing in beside Phil and wrapping an arm around his body.

For a moment Phil’s sober, unbelievably, his emotions are intact and he feels a burst of happiness, in this space in the arms of Marcus he feels tranquillity and that beautiful feeling of being able to trust someone.

His head is pounding when he wakes up, Marcus is beside him, blonde hair ruffled arm still slung around Phil’s waist, he’s fully dressed, fortunately.

“Marcus.” Phil whispers, the man beside him stirs, he opens his eyes, tired eyes that still look so wonderful and full of life to Phil.

Phil gives in to his urge and kisses Marcus. He pulls back after, just a short sweet morning kiss.

Marcus smiles and Phil melts. “You must have a headache darling.” Marcus says reaching over Phil to grab Phil’s glasses off his end table and handing them to him

Phil who is painfully aware of the throbbing pain in his head, turns over and buries his head in his pillow.

“Nothing bad happened last night darling, although we do need to talk about something, I’ll get you some painkillers first.”

Marcus hurries off to the kitchen and Phil reaches across to the end table where his phone is sitting.

He’s got a countless amount of texts off people.

Mum

Yesterday, 00:12

I’ve seen your social media love, hope you are having a good time!

Phil finds it almost sad how his mother texted him the minute she seen him go out with friends.

He ignored the fact the he knows she worries about the fact he’s never had a real friend.

Dan

14:26

Hey i just woke up i had such a good time last night hope your hang over isn’t as bad as mine lol

He replies to both of them before putting his phone down not bothering to read the rest, he knows Mia has probably texted him about gathering some new emails for his next article.

Marcus comes back into the room with a glass of water and panodol.

“Thank you.” Phil says immediately taking the tablet and downing the water like it was the lad drink he’ll ever have.

“You said you were with my co-worker Mike last night.” Marcus tells him.

Phil nods rubbing his temples and lying back down. Marcus lays beside him and continues speaking.

“I don’t think you hanging around with him is a good idea.” Marcus says and Phil can tell he’s trying to be careful with his words.

“Why not?” Phil asks politely, not wanting to argue, he’s far too tired for that.

Marcus turns to him. “I just— I’ve worked with him for a long time, he’s not a good person Phil, he’s very controlling, pressuring person, he’s almost always drunk.”

Phil thinks back to the way Mike acted last night, the cannabis the drinks the countless amount of drinks Phil's head is paying for.

Phil’s not one to judge someone from a night out but he can’t help but find it easy to connect the dots on what Marcus is saying.

“Okay.” Phil says turning to him and smiling. “I’ll stay away.”

Marcus kisses him taking his face in his hands. “I’m falling hard for you Phil.”

“Me too.” Phil says kissing Marcus back. “About you I mean.”

He really is falling for him, hard.

chapter six

#*mine #phanfiction #starring role

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