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heehoonieluvs · 8 months

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Gimme attention

Jake x reader

Slight angst, smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: Ever since Jake had finished his promotions, he had been spending time gaming which lead to a mini argument. You had been giving him the silent treatment since and NOW he wants your attention on him

Warnings: MDNI, arguments, cursing, pet names, oral (f receiving), french kissing, dry humping, unprotected sex (please let me know if I need to add anymore 🤍)

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It had been an hour after yours and Jake’s argument which had led to you storming your way to your shared room. You understood that gaming was one of Jake’s favourite ways to spend his time during his free days, but you were completely touch starved and needed some of his attention.

Flashback

“Jakey! I made dinner!” you called from the kitchen

No response

“Jakey?!” You called a second time

Still no response. You sighed at the lack of response from your boyfriend. He and the boys had recently just finished their promotions from their current comeback and ever since, Jake had been locked in his gaming room, playing online with his band mates. Of course you would never stop him from gaming, but 1. He basically acted like you weren’t there and 2. He would forget to have a break to eat

There was no other choice but for you to take the food to him and let him eat in his room while you ate alone in the kitchen… again.

As you made your way up, you could hear him shouting in his mic at someone for killing him. You knew there was no point in knocking with the volume he was screaming at so you let yourself in.

When you approached him, you placed the plate of food on the side of his table and reached over his shoulder to kiss him on the cheek

Jake was startled from the action as he didn’t hear you come in, but he turned to you and moved the left side of his headphones.

“Hey puppy I made you something to eat” you said to him with a small smile and another peck on his lips

“Not now Y/N. Can you please just let me finish this round? We’re losing right now” he responded before turning back to his screen.

You were in disbelief by his reaction. You knew that he was already a competitive person but to talk to you like that when you were doing something nice for him???

“Are you being serious right now Jaeyun? I spent all day preparing your favourite food and brought it to you so you won’t starve and now you dismiss me as if I’m your maid or something? Who do you think you are?” You snapped at him

He obviously was taken aback but he spoke into his mic before pausing the game and responded “Yea but I didn’t ask you to do that for me did I? I was going to come down later to eat. You don’t need to make a fuss when I’m completely fine with eating dinner reheated” followed by a big sigh

From the way you scoffed and let out a slight chuckle, he knew he had just fucked up

“Did you really just say that to me? I made you food, not out of obligation, but because I care about you and now you say that I’m making a fuss? Well I’m so sorry that I wanted to be a good girlfriend that took care of her boyfriend who wouldn’t even spare her a glance. The last time I didn’t make you food, you were up gaming till 5am and made yourself ramen before going to bed. Does that really seem healthy to you?” You didn’t care if his teammates could hear you through his headset but he clearly did since he quickly turned to mute himself

“And I’m grateful for that baby but you don’t need to babysit me though. I’m absolutely fine with taking care of myself. Can I not just have some time to myself to play online? I’ve been waiting for so long to relax after the hectic schedule and want to be alone” he sighed

“Have I not been leaving you alone to play for the past week? I haven’t been ‘bothering’ you except to get you to eat since you forget to do it yourself. And I know that you’ve been waiting to play since schedules ended but I’ve been waiting for months to have a little time to have you to myself. Is that so much to ask for? You’ve been away for so long and all I wanted was your attention but you barely even acknowledge me before heading to this room. But you know what? If you want to be left alone then fine. I’ll leave you alone.” You didn’t let him say anything back as you stormed out

End of flashback

You were currently lying on your stomach on the bed while scrolling through Tiktok and you could only assume that Jake had returned to his gaming to cool off from the previous shouting match. Tears of frustration were pooling at your waterline as you scrolled on your phone but you quickly wiped them away when a faint knock came from the bedroom door

“Baby can I come in?”

You didn’t want to respond as you knew he’d hear you choke up so you remained silent. Either way, the bedroom door opened behind you and you could hear shuffling towards you.

“I’m so sorry from how I’ve been acting baby. I’ve been really inconsiderate of your feelings and I’m so lucky to have someone like you who’s willing to still care about me after all that” he mumbled. You could hear the pout in his voice as he apologised but you weren’t ready to forgive just yet

He got no response from you but he was still determined to let you know how sorry he was. He crawled up the bed from behind you and hovered over your figure. Your body was trapped between his thighs as he leaned down to press lots of kisses to your puffy cheeks that he adored so much. There was no reaction from you that he craved for so he leaned further down to try and kiss you on the lips. But you saw him coming closer and moved your head away. He was hurt by your reaction but understood that you were upset so he carried on pecking your cheek and jawline

“Bubba? Please don’t ignore me. I’m really really sorry and I promise I’ll spend a lot more time with you, just like you deserve. I miss you too, so much. Please don’t take my stupidity and what I said earlier to think that I don’t want you around me, because I really do need you” he said sweetly into your ear before placing a peck

There was still no response as you carried on scrolling on your phone so he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and let out a whine “Please talk to me bubby. You can shout at me and tell me how much of a dickhead I am. Just please let me hear your sweet voice. I don’t like it when you ignore me”

The pecks he littered onto your neck slowly became wet open mouth kisses on your sweet spot. He wanted, no needed you to pay attention to him. Your silence was absolute torture to him and he couldn’t stand you being mad at him. So he was determined to get you to forgive him.

As he moved back and sat of his knees that were still caging your legs, you thought he had given up and decided to leave you to have a breather. Not like it stopped you from staring at the device in your hands. At this point you were just scrolling out of boredom

Jake had been looking at the back of you with a pout. Why won’t you give him attention?!? He knew he deserved it as this was payback for ignoring you for the past week. But he was going to get you to talk to him again. Just you wait.

His eyes trailed down your figure. You were wearing his favourite look on you. His oversized sweater, some booty shorts that teased the bottom of your round ass cheeks that he so desperately wanted to sink his teeth into, topped of with some white thigh high socks that accentuated your delicious thighs perfectly. God just looking at you made him so fucking hard that it hurt. If he wasn’t gonna get you to talk to him, he was going to make you moan for him.

He slowly shuffled his way down your body and settled himself so his hands and face were between your spread legs. His hands dragged their way up the back of your thighs and pulled on the elastic of your thigh highs. When they snapped back onto your skin, you slightly flinched and he let out an airy chuckle.

He couldn’t help but stare at your covered crotch in front of him as he massaged the back of your legs. You never wore underwear under your clothes at home which he loved, so he could see the outline of your pussy through the material. And since your shorts were so small, the minimal material wedged between your ass cheeks was so close to exposing what he had been dying to taste.

He brought his nose to where your opening would be and took a big inhale of your scent. He groaned at your addictive smell and went in for another whiff. Who needs oxygen when he could live off breathing your scent right?

He ran his nose up and down your crotch before motor boating your ass cheeks. You so desperately wanted to let out a moan but you didn’t want to give him any reactions. He had to work for it.

He could sense that you were holding back so he hooked his finger on the crotch of your shorts and pulled it to the side, exposing your bare pussy. Without wasting any time, he flattened his tongue onto your pussy and ate you out like a madman. His tongue flicked across your swollen clit and stuck it deep into your wet cunt.

You tried to hold back your moans by biting your bottom lip but it was getting too difficult to stay silent. So you let it all out with a moan of his name

“Oh fuck puppy that feels so good holy shit. Fuck me with that tongue oh my god” you moaned out and brought your knees up to arch your back.

The new angle helped Jake to grab onto your ass and pull you onto his hot tongue. He pulled away and grabbed onto the crotch of your shorts again. He then used the fabric between your pussy lips and pulled it up to create friction onto your clit. The rubbing sensation felt so good and you could feel yourself gushing even more. Jake’s mouth stayed open with his tongue slightly poking out as he carried on tugging the fabric.

All of a sudden, you felt him crawl back up and his weight caged you again as he started to grind his hard erection into your clothed centre. He hooked his chin over your left shoulder and started to let out the most pornographic moans into your ear.

“Please baby can I put it in?” He whimpers pathetically

“Hmm I don’t think you deserve it” you teased. You wanted to see just how desperate he could get by denying him

Jake let out a cry of defeat at he carried on grinding onto you desperately. At this point he wanted to fuck you so bad that he was close to cumming in his pants. The humping didn’t slow down and he angled his hips perfectly so you felt his entire length grind up your pussy through his joggers

“Please please please I need to fuck you princess. Please? I wanna make you feel good”

“Ok puppy. Fuck me”

Jake grinned widely as he pulled your shorts off and stripped himself. You looked over your shoulder to watch him and giggled at his eagerness. When he hovered over you, he grabbed your chin and went in for a wet kiss. Your tongues tangled with each other, fighting for dominance. Because of your awkward angle, Jake used it to his advantage and stuck his tongue into your mouth. He sucked on your tongue and pulled it out of your mouth so you could both wiggle your tongues together.

He pulled away, leaving a trail of a saliva that connected yours mouths, before tugging on your puffy bottom lip with his teeth. As he looked into your eyes, he sucked on his fingers before using them to open your tight hole. The wet tightness caused his mouth to hang open at the feeling

“God baby you’re always so tight for me. I’m gonna fuck you so good and make up for the time I’ve been wasting away from you” he moaned as he pumped his dick and lined up to your entrance.

As he sunk in, the both of you moaned out loud together.

“Fucking hell you feel so good baby. Look at me as I fuck you. Let me see those beautiful eyes” his words were slurred as he carried on fucking you

When you looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with him, his mouth was wide open, letting out his gorgeous moans and his eyebrows were furrowed together

“God I missed this baby. I miss you so much. I’m so sorry for being a shit boyfriend. I should’ve been spending my time buried in you and fucking you just like you deserved. I’ll worship your body like the goddess that you are”

“Oh puppy fuck me faster. Yes. Yes”

Jake broke the eye contact to squeeze his eyes shut and the sight of his pleasure pushed you closer towards the edge.

“Oh fuck puppy I think I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me my angel. Cum for me. I’m gonna fill you up to the brim till your leaking with my cum and I’ll fuck it back into you”

You could feel a warm sensation bubbling in your stomach as he pounded perfectly into your g spot. Suddenly a wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over you as he buried himself deep into your pussy and filled you up. The two you were shaking as you rode out your orgasms. His sweaty chest and abs rubbed against your back and you could feel his racing pulse from the adrenaline.

As your orgasms started to die down, he grabbed your chin to face him again and started to peck all over your face while whispering about how well you did for him

“You’re so perfect princess. My precious baby. I promise I’ll make it up to you ok. I love you so much” he mumbled and pressed multiple kisses on your lips

“I forgive you bubba. And I love you too” you said between his kisses “Please can we stay like this for a bit?”

He rubbed the tip of your noses together and leaned down to kiss your neck

“Of course my princess. Anything for you”

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4imhry · 11 months

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vampire!enha x fem!reader

hyung line! their reaction when they can’t resist the urge to suck your blood.

warnings: too much sexual tension, kissing, blood sucking

heeseung;

“love?” his doe eyes fixed on your exposed neck, and your bare shoulder.

“hm?” you were playing a video game, your head comfortably rested on heeseung’s chest. the oversize sweatshirt you’re wearing slowly rode off your shoulder bit by bit whenever you squirmed due to your loss in a game. “i lost..again!” you grunted. “it’s so..difficult.”

“what is it?” your looked up at him with a smile plastered on your face. fuck. he swore he fell in love with you all over again.

“you know that i um–” he gulped. “can’t hold myself back whenever your neck is clearly exposed to me like that.” he smirked as held your chin up with the his finger, his face slowly inching towards yours. your breath shudders upon seeing how hot he looked right now. “you have no idea the impact of seeing the bit of your skin already drives me crazy.”

the latter’s breath quickens the moment you bit your lip, possibly feeling the same way he did right now. he wants you and you want him too.

“oh yeah? and what are you trying to imply?” you decided to tease him a little bit.

wrong move.

he chuckled in amusement. he proceeded to pull you closer to him and slowly trailing your bare shoulder with wet kisses until it reached your neck. this was your reaching point. you eventually gave yourself out for him.

a whimper escaped from your pretty lips was all it took for him to bring out his fangs and suck your blood. god, he loves it when you moan in pain..and pleasure.

sunghoon;

you were wearing an outfit which accentuated every curves on your body and boy, sunghoon can’t deny the bulge growing in his pants made his tight pants he wore tighter.

you kept checking yourself in the mirror, wondering if the outfit fits you well. apparently, it’s your first time wearing an outfit which exposed your lower back. you loved it because it seemed like it brought out the unexpected reaction out of your boyfriend.

sunghoon watched the way you reapply your lip gloss, fix your hair, batt your little eyelashes and the sound of your heels clanking on the floor. that turns him on more than ever.

he slowly inched towards you, lightly kissing your earlobe, earning a chuckle came out of you. “that tickles, hoon~” he smiled upon hearing that little chuckle of yours however it instantly changed into a menacing one when lowered his head and brushed his lips against your earlobe.

“I want to fuck the hell out of you in this outfit. can I do that?” he lowly whispered into your ear, his arm abruptly sneak around your waist. he watched the way your lips parted slightly and your thighs squeezing together instinctively upon his words.

he loved the feeling of being in control. you let out a gasp the moment he immediately went for your neck. your other eye laid on your figure wrapped with him arms in the mirror. you watched the way he let out his fangs and sank them in your neck.

a gasp came out of you and your knees buckled upon feeling something like your strength just got taken immediately out of you. “h-hoon..we got a party to attend to.” you fought the urge to let out a loud moan.

“forget the party. I have something important to do.” he licked the remaining blood stain on your neck and turn you around, not even giving the time for you to answer and smash his lips on yours.

jay;

it was 1am in the morning and you were starving, so you decided to cook yourself spicy ramen noodles; two packages boiled in the pot because you knew, by the moment you served it jay would come running to you, like a baby he is.

“princess?”

your breath hitched the moment you feel jay rub his harden length beneath the grey fabrics from behind.

“yeah?” your voice came out more weaker than you thought. arousal pooling in your pyjama shorts as he kept brushing his bulge against your thin clothing; the only thing which separates the contact of your skin with his.

“cooking ramen noodles?” he lips brushed momentarily against your ear, inhaling the scent of your hair as he dips his head into the crook of your neck. you hummed in response.

he began trailing wet kisses on your bare shoulder, naturally made you tilt your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. “fuck you smell..so good.” wearing huge T-shirts equals to ( your shirt easily rode down your shoulder ) and it’s his hugest weakness.

you chuckled in amusement. “love, i-I,m cooking right now. I don’t want our noodles get burnt.” light whimpers you’ve been trying to muffle erupted from your pretty lips.

“that can wait. I just..want you so bad right now.” the other hand which is hugging your petite figure close to him, travels to your chin, turning it slightly to his direction for him to give a sweet and innocent kiss.

completely the opposite to what he was going to you later. his long hand turned off the stove with ease as he pulled away from the kiss, and sank his fangs into your neck.

a loud whimper coming out of you as your body naturally collapsed on him. his strong arms swiftly caught you, licking the remains of blood on your neck. “you tasted so sweet.” he wasted no time carrying you in a bridal style upstairs and do whatever he want with you to fulfils his desire.

jake;

the sight of his lovely girlfriend sleeping soundly surely made his heart swelled. it hurts the poor boy’s cheeks to smile so hard. he had been observing your adorable sleeping state for a while, gently caressing your black locks.

his pointer finger went to graze on your lips, dragging it down until your bottom lip was jutted down. he let out a small hum as he did so. his eyes then traveled to your pyjama top which was unbuttoned by three buttons.

his lips parted slightly at the sight, wincing a little when the growing tent was hurting in his pants as he slowly let his finger linger on your collarbone, chest and rested his hand for a while there before pressing a kiss on your lips.

the moment his lips met yours, the poor boy was resisting the urge to take you on right then and there however he knew he had to control himself from trying to get inside your pants while you were sleeping. he ran his fingers through his hair, breathing heavily as he pulled away.

right timing, you eyes slowly fluttered open. “mhm jakey?” your sweet voice called for his name was his breaking point.

“yes baby?” his lips hovered above yours.

“what are you doing?” you chuckled, looking at his disheveled state.

“mhm what do you think I’m doing?~” his honey like voice whispered so sweetly into your ear. he hovered on top of you, putting both of his hands on both sides of your head. you gulped, your breath quickens when you feel jake rubbing his harden bulge on your clothed core.

a low moan came out of your lips was all it took for him to attack your lips. the kiss was sloppy. tongue messily clashed against one another, your hands desperately ran through his hair for more friction.

he then pulled away from the kiss, his hand caressing your cheek so gently you had no idea he was on his way to sank his fangs down your on neck. you’ve grown used to his nature of his addiction to suck your blood during intimate time however it always got you gripping on his biceps for dear life.

please repost my works! it would be very much appreciated! thank you. <3

#enhypen #sunghoon #jake sim #jay enhypen #heesung #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours

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unholyverse · 7 months

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waterparks // marvin magazine issue #10

(full transcript under the cut)

Waterparks

WORDS by HOLLY SOLEM

PHOTOGRAPHY by DANIEL PRACOPCYK

Waterparks are places you go for fun; both pools and slides and the gloriously buzzy, pop punk band featuring members Geoff Wigington (lead guitar), Otto Wood (drums), and singer/guitarist Awsten Knight, whose neon energy matches his hair. Their music leads you down sonic chutes and up rainbow ladders with four albums, countless tours, millions of listeners and a recent signing with Fueled By Ramen, the label under which they are about to drop their highly anticipated 5th studio album. MARVIN had the good fortune of catching up with Knight—who is busy prepping for a European tour, a US tour and the release of the band's new album—to talk about all that goes into creating the bubbly world of Waterparks.

The new album titled Intellectual Property features eleven legit bangers filled with anthemic choruses. psychedelic experimentation and hooky melodies all polished to a sheen. There are hints of megalithic rock bands like Muse, inspiration from The Beach Boys and the pop punk sounds we have come to expect. But as for the "pop" part, this record goes in hard with collaborations with the likes of blackbear and songwriter/producer Julian Bunetta.

I love pop music and we got an offer to write with this dude, Julian, who has credits on 95% of One Direction's discography. I fucking love One Direction. I don't want to be dramatic but let's say I've got a top 60 favorite songs, I think four or five are One Direction songs. And Julian's written on all of them. I was just like, 'I want to do what I do but with him too.' And then I made "FUNERAL GREY", "BRAINWASHED", and "FUCK ABOUT IT", with him.

For this album, the band brought in more outside alliances than on previous albums, with Knight saying. "I think I was more open to [collaborations] on this album. Other people's opinions and thoughts and stuff like that. Normally, I don't really love writing with people that I don't know very well because it can feel very sterile. You walk in and they're like, 'what do you want to write about? You're like, 'oh fuck'—because it's a personal thing." And when it comes to getting personal, Knight is also realizing that to his surprise, the more personal he gets-the more vulnerable lyrically—the more universal the message.

I feel like I used to be kind of freaked out by [vulnerability], especially earlier, on album one. I was really nervous about it and it sounds so lame in retrospect but I didn't even want to do any acoustic songs. I liked burying myself a lit- tle bit behind a big instrumental. [The song] "21 Questions" for example. I sent that along with all the other demos to Benji because I wanted his opinion and he was like, 'this is one of the best ones.' Those wind up being the favorites, which seems counterproductive because songs are supposed to be relatable. And I never feel like I'm being relatable but I try to be less selfish with the writing. I want this to be for someone else.

When Knight refers to "Benji" he is talking about Benji Madden, one half of legendary pop punk duo Good Charlotte. Benji, along with his brother and bandmate Joel, manage Waterparks after discovering them on YouTube and DM'ing them on Twitter back in 2015. Knight received the news of the Maddens' invitation to fly to LA for a meeting while working as a babysitter who gave guitar lessons.

I called the guys and we're like, 'holy shit.' So we all went and bought swimsuits because…California. And yeah, that was it. After we met them, we went back to our hotel and were just like, 'what is happening? A week ago we were still passing out flyers outside of other people's shows. And we're right here, right now. This is the weirdest shit.'

A literal dream-come-true for Knight and the band, who eventually would make the move to LA from Houston while missing its Tex-Mex and Thai food, and of course, his family. But when it comes to the weather, he's all about California. He doesn't even mind the earthquakes. He was in a rooftop hot tub during one and actually found it rather exciting. For a man who has toured the world, there's a bright-eyed innocence and almost childlike wonder to him. His seeming lack of cynicism is as refreshing as freshly fallen snow which he admits he only saw for the first time not that long ago. But now, Knight talks about having stress dreams as he and the band get ready to embark on a European leg, followed by an extensive US tour.

Here's the thing, I like to play shows and I like to meet people. The other 22 hours of the day, I like having my space. I'm pretty particular, you know what I mean? I like my zone where I can sit and just do stuff. You go from peace and quiet and doing what you want all the time to sharing a small living space and a bus with twelve people. It's basically having twelve people in your living room for two months. And you're just like, 'ah, but the shows are great' as long as the shows are fun and everyone is having a great time, that makes it worth it to me.

He's also superstitious. Around his apartment there are crystals, there are obsidian and selenite wands in front of all the mirrors. He has a healer-type person come in and energetically clear his space, insisting he throw away objects that may have "dark entities" attached. "I'm luckier than people I know. They're like, 'why is the light always turning green when you go to it? Why do you always get the front spot at the store?' I'm like, it's because I don't split the pole, you know? Can't split a pole when you're walking. There's a bunch of superstitions. But I follow them and I'm crazy lucky."

In addition to music, he recently penned a well-received book of personal essays called, You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out to Get You). He plans to write a novel next and has also started a clothing line called HiiDef. that fabricates small collections that sell out fast. His enthusiasm for the line is on par with music. "If everybody made the songs that I wanted to hear, I wouldn't have to do this. The same thing applies with clothing." Passion abound, he is all smiles when discussing plans for the future of Waterparks.

How do I get to the fucking moon? I think anyone who hears this album is going to love it. Cause I think it's incredible. I'm looking at the songs right now. I'm just like, 'man, straight slappers.' Even the last song, which I know wouldn't be a single or anything-that's probably one of the best accomplishments of a song that we've ever been able to pull off. I see this album in plaques on the wall. All right, we're manifesting now.

He names his goals out loud, as one is meant to do when calling them in, mentioning things like how much he'd like to play the Redding and Leeds Festivals at sunset. Then he pulls up the Waterparks US tour schedule online while musing, "I want one of those big "Sold Out" things across all the dates. It's getting there dude. Yeah, actually, it's going crazy right now." In real time, he seems to discover that the banners that cross nearly all of the show dates do indeed read, "Sold Out". And then it's clear. Awsten Knight is lucky. But luck is really about preparation meeting opportunities and he has definitely shown up to the game prolific and prepared. Five albums in, it's clear that Knight and Waterparks have only just begun.

@waterparks

#i scanned this big ass magazine and photoshopped it back together after i found out you could buy this digitally so you better reblog #awsten knight #otto wood #geoff wigington #waterparks #i.zip #anyways story time #only reason i bought this is bc i saw this at barnes and noble at the mall and it was wayyy cheaper than if i got a physical online #$25 instore vs $30 online + $20 shipping which is INSANE but the fact that this is the size of my torso is even more insane #it's just some puff piece like the rest of the shit you'd expect from a rich people magazine that brands itself as punk #and that josh madden shilled his way into again lol

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ryuyejiho · 10 months

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"Being fascinated by his six-pack" Bang Chan ✯

Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Fingering, Handjob, Sex

Summary: Backstage sex is exceptionally good when the adrenaline is pumping through your veins, especially when your boyfriend gets half-naked on stage..

(same story with The Boyz Hyunjae)

Word Count: ~2.3K

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Together with other friends of Stray Kids, we went to the backstage to congratulate them on a good concert.... and I had something else to say but that was in private.

That's why as soon as I saw Chan I immediately went to him with a quick step, passing Felix and Jeongin who were saying something to me but I didn't even pay attention to them which apparently made them laugh. As soon as Chan looked in my direction I extended my index finger and pointed ominously at him. He looked at me in surprise and a moment later as if he suddenly understood what I meant he started laughing shyly.

"You! Fucking Christopher Bang" I said in a hushed tone and poked my finger into his torso where his skin was bare even though his jacket "This is something only I can watch".

I jabbed my finger at his chest which he only laughed at and caught my wrist. He brought my hand to his lips and looking into my eyes, kissed the back of my hand.

"Sorry, I didn't think of you."

"But I'm thinking about it all the time. I have this image in front of me all the time" I almost screamed but he only smirked and brought his face closer to mine.

"Did I turn you on that much? Just by pulling up my jacket?" he asked raising one eyebrow.

"Yes," I replied shortly to which he laughed lightly. He looked around and catching my hand, walked toward the small staff room pulling me behind him.

He closed the door as I crossed the threshold and pushed open one of the kitchen-type cabinets on which still lay empty ramen wrappers and a carton of milk and in the corner a kettle and two glasses.

He dropped all the trash and kicked to the side, tossed me up holding my waist and planted me on the cabinet, while standing between my thighs on which he put his hands after a while and pulled me a little closer. I didn't even notice when I started breathing faster and my hands went to the buttons of his black short jacket unbuttoning it. Placing his hands on his muscular as hell stomach he leaned over and rested his hands behind me on the cabinet top, bringing his lips close to mine but did not kiss me.

I knew he wanted to see what I would do so I tried with all my might not to move an inch but I lost the battle with myself as soon as I felt his hands on my waist. I felt warmth in my lower abdomen and without thinking anything more I fell into his mouth.

We kissed slowly and passionately at first, but as his hands began to travel up and down my sides and feeling his hardness between my legs as his hips pressed harder and harder with each passing moment, our kiss grew hungrier and firmer.

He take off my blouse and in a split second his lips were on my breasts. He kissed and nibbled them, once gently and once so hard that traces of his teeth were left on my skin. I tried not to moan, fearing that anyone might hear us or maybe....

"Chris, wait. Someone might come in," I barely whispered through my rapid breathing.

"No one will come in," he said shortly and moved his lips to my neck, moving one of his hands to my breasts and the other to my back to undo my bra. In a few seconds he nimbly unhooked it, the bra fell to my thighs so I dropped it to the ground and arched my back wanting to feel his lips on my now sensitive nipples.

He gently stroked my back and sides with his hands, fingertips traversing the bare skin. I loved how gentle his hands were and his slender fingers either stroked my skin just as gently or poked in sharply which was equally pleasurable.

I placed my hands on his torso again and scratched his torso with my fingernails. He began to purr quietly, I knew he liked to be scratched gently on his torso or back. He began to make a downward path with his kisses from ear, through neck, clavicles, cleavage to the nipple of my left breast which he immediately put between his lips. Holding the nipple in his mouth, he began teasing it with his tongue to suck on it after a while, changing the intensity every now and then.

He brought me to the brink of pleasure and all he did was stroke my sides with his hand and suck on my one nipple. It was amazing how much he attracted me, he was able to make me horny with just a glance even from a few meters away. Let alone when I could feel him, let alone when he finally entered me and fucked me like no one else had ever done. The very thought made me even wetter and my mouth let out a long, not too loud, moan.

Chan looked at me from under his long lashes and smiled. He moved back a few millimeters only to now abuse my right nipple. Not that I didn't like it.

I ran my fingers through his slightly frizzy and beginning to curl hair, probably due to the humidity since it was raining outside and in addition he was all wet with sweat. I tugged lightly on the ends of his hair here and there, with my other hand pulling on his jacket and holding onto his shoulder as if I were afraid he might leave at any moment. My small hand didn't even half cover his entire muscular shoulder so my nails involuntarily dug into it.

He moved away from me and literally attacked my lips kissing roughly. He placed his hand on my thigh and moved it higher and higher, not even bothering to do it slowly. He wanted me here and now, and I knew it perfectly well. Even more so because I wanted him myself. When his fingers reached my pussy he started pressing them against me and staggering them in circles. I moaned into his mouth but then he moved away from me, his hips pressing even harder against me.

"I want you, so fucking much" he said quietly, breathing deeply and quickly because of our kiss. He looked into my eyes as if expecting confirmation that he could do anything more, continuing to massage my pussy.

"Do whatever you want" I replied after a moment's thought, trying to be confident but I knew I had failed when he laughed quietly.

His smile quickly took the form of a cocky grin as soon as he put his hands on the elastic band of my pants. Guessing what he wanted to do I lifted my ass and then he literally ripped my pants off me along with my panties. He pulled them down and threw them behind him, immediately pulling me closer to the end of the cabinet. He licked, how sexy, his fingers and pressed them against my naked pussy. He circled my clit a couple of times, using his other hand to widen my legs to put two fingers inside me at once.

He put them in and out at an even, slow pace, looking at me intensely and licking his lips every now and then. I loved the way he licked his lips, every time he did it so exceptionally hot that I felt like I was getting a fever. So did his combing his hair back, which he just did. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, I could feel him putting his fingers inside me faster and faster. I tilted my head back and tried to moan quietly enough that no one from across the room would hear me.

Chan's hand began to move up and down, his fingers hitting my most sensitive spot perfectly. I looked at him and when he licked his lips again I rolled my eyes. He knew perfectly well how sexy he looked to me then, and how much I loved his lips, especially when I felt them on mine.

Suddenly he stopped his movements and pulled his fingers out of me. I wanted to look at him but when I opened my eyes he disappeared from my field of vision. Now he was kneeling in front of me, holding my legs wide while driving his fingers into my thighs which he kissed here and there. More than once he said how much he liked my thighs, for me they were too big but in his opinion they were perfect. I took a deep breath and almost choked for air when I felt his lips on my clit.

He kissed quite hard and licked from the bottom to up, reaching all the way to my lower abdomen.

Grabbing my ankles firmly, he placed my legs on his shoulders, dipping between my thighs. He licked my entire pussy a few times and began to make circles on my clit with the tip of his tongue. I covered my mouth with my hand as my moans grew louder and unstoppable. He began to thrust his tongue into my hole and purred, clearly pleased with the way he was working on me. He sucked my lower lips at the same time with his nose teasing my clit, a moment later he sucked my clit and moved his one hand from my thigh closer to my pussy.

He sucked harder and harder with his finger teasing my entrance, I held on tightly to his hair not wanting him to stop for a moment. I pushed my hips out gently wanting him to put his finger inside me, which he did after a while. Still sucking hard on my clit he inserted his one finger into me at a painfully slow pace. He moved it at an equally slow pace, moving it from side to side, lapping up and down my insides. It was all so good that my body began to shake, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Chan feeling the trembling of my thighs, moved away for a moment and, looking at me, added another finger. He watched his fingers disappear deep into my pussy, breathing rapidly. He straightened up further kneeling and fingering me faster and faster, simultaneously sucking my clit again. Harder and harder, faster and faster. He moaned as if he was the one feeling so much pleasure now and not me. He savored my juices as if it was the most delicious thing he could taste.

"I'm close now," I muttered, looking down at him. He teased my button with his tongue at an incredibly fast pace, every now and then taking my pussy in his mouth and sucking on it, shaking his head. I couldn't stop moaning his name, sometimes much louder than I should. I was almost certain that everyone already knew what we were doing here but I didn't care at this point.

"Chris, I'm about to come. Don't sto..p" I quickly looked at him when suddenly all his actions stopped and my pussy was filled with emptiness. He quickly stood up and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I felt my own taste at which I moaned. I put my hands around his neck but he moved away. He unbuttoned the button of his pants which, after a moment, fell off his hips on their own and he kicked them against the wall so they wouldn't bother him. He returned to my mouth and, kissing me as fiercely as before, caught my hand and placed it on his hardness, squeezed it and left it that way, placing his hands on my cheeks. I squeezed his cock gently and stroked it with my thumb but after a while I put my hand inside his boxers and pulled him out. I pumped him slowly and firmly, removed myself from his mouth and kissed his neck, stopping for a longer time at his most sensitive spots. With my other hand I stroked his belly being fascinated by his six-pack. I knew he was most sensitive on the tip so now I squeezed the tip and pressed my thumb against his cock hole.

I wasn't given any more time to play with him because he suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, immediately applying his cock to my entrance. He began kissing my neck, biting and licking in various places. When he stopped in one place for a longer time, most likely wanting to make a hickey on me he sucked hard on my skin, a little painful but still pleasurable. Then I felt his length enter me slowly. When he pulled away from my neck, he came out of me for a few centimeters to enter me a moment later with his entire length. He repeated this several times, getting faster and faster with each thrust. Just a few minutes later he was pounding into me hard and fast, so that I couldn't stop moaning louder and louder.

His fingers pounded into my thighs and hips so hard that I knew I would have bruises afterwards. But he loved it. He loved leaving bruises and marks all over my body, so that everyone could see and know that I was only his. He was proud of himself when his friends talked among themselves about it, especially Changbin whom he was so jealous of.

I moved closer to him and rested my forehead against his chest, panting loudly and gasping. However, I was so uncomfortable when he moved his hips so I started kissing his torso everywhere I could reach. His neck, shoulders, biceps, chest.

He was fucking me so well that all I had in my mind was him and his name. How perfectly he fit me and how perfectly he pounded into me perfectly hitting my sensitive spot. How perfectly his cock felt inside me.

When he put his fingers on my clit quickly rubbing it, just as quickly entering me I couldn't hold out any longer. I came unexpectedly and the orgasm was so intense that for a moment I was afraid I would squirt. I came screaming his name, arching my back back and squeezing his hips with my thighs. I guessed that my pussy clamped down on his cock because Chan suddenly stopped moving and threw his head back with an equally loud curse. He pounded into me one last time and, pushing his hips hard into mine, I felt his cum spill deep inside me.

After a long moment, he leaned over me and, placing his forehead on my shoulder, began to slowly move his hips. Pulling out of me he looked down to see his cum pouring out of my pussy. I felt it running down my right buttock, with one finger I gathered as much of it as I could and put it in my mouth, sucking.

"Fucking stop because we don't have time for a second round," he wheezed out, to which I smiled. He rested his forehead against mine and kissed my nose.

"so we need to get home as soon as possible" he was thinking about something for a moment then suddenly moved away from me and picked up my pants throwing them over my thighs.

"get ready quickly and I'll go hurry them up" he put on only his boxers and went to find his own clothes to get dressed as soon as possible and go home.

I just laughed and reached for the paper towel that was on the refrigerator next to me. I couldn't wait until we were alone in our home, in our bed.

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The same story was released with Hyunjae from The boyz, only the names and some parts were changed.

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Pairing: Grumpy Seonghwa x Christmas enthusiast fem reader

Word count: 3,480

Note: Another imagine from my Christmas series on Wattpad from 2021 <3 since this imagine originated on Wattpad, there will not be any continuations

You brought your hand up, tapping your knuckles against the door of your soon-to-be home. The hinged barrier swung open, revealing Seonghwa, the owner of the apartment.

"Hi. It's Y/n. We went out for coffee last week to talk about me possibly being your new roommate." You told him.

"Yes, I know. I called you yesterday saying you could move your stuff in."

"Right." You chuckled, nervously. "I don't know why I said that."

"It's fine. Do you need help?"

"Yes, please. It's not much, but it'll take me a while to move it all by myself."

Seonghwa stepped aside, allowing you to roll your suitcase inside.

"Wow. This place is nice. Very spacious." You commented.

"Thanks. Let me show you to your room."

You followed him down the hallway to the empty bedroom that would soon be full of your stuff. When you saw an ad for the opening online, you were quick to contact Seonghwa because you heard the room was mostly furnished. There was a queen sized bed that just needed sheets and a comforter, a few shelves and a desk. Just the basics, but it was enough for you.

You thanked Seonghwa and placed your suitcase by a wall before leading him to your vehicle where he helped you take out boxes, carrying them up to the apartment.

As much as you wanted to talk with him and get to know your new roommate better, you couldn't. Carrying the boxes from your car and to the apartment left you breathless.

Seonghwa walked behind you, his eyes catching sight of writing on the box he was carrying. Glancing around the side, he saw the words CHRISTMAS STUFF scrawled on the box in bold sharpie. His top lip curled in disgust. Just thinking of the holiday made him want to hurl. Too much cheer, too much happiness, too much music, and too much for him. You seemed like a nice person, so he tried to give you the benefit of the doubt and attempt to look on the bright side.

She's just got this one box. She's probably not one of those overly cheerful people who are obsessed with Christmas. He thought.

You let out a huff as you set down the last box.

"Finally. Thank you for helping out."

"No problem. I'll leave you to it. If you need any assistance, just let me know."

"I will. Thanks."

Seonghwa gave you a small nod before closing the door and leaving you to yourself.

"Okay." You rubbed your hands together. "What first?"

It didn't take long for you to get settled in. Before you even knew it, you had all your boxes empty and everything was put together. You had your sheets and comforter on the bed and put all your little knickknacks and other items onto the shelves. You smiled to yourself as you took a gander around your new room. Thought you had just moved in, the place was honestly already starting to feel like home.

You had been staying with Seonghwa for almost a full month now. It was nearing the end of November and you couldn't help but notice the lack of Christmas decorations in the apartment. Normally, people would have their trees and decorations up by now, but the whole pace was bland and didn't give off any holiday cheer at all.

"I noticed you don't have any Christmas decorations." You mentioned as you waited for yours and Seonghwa's ramen to cook.

"I'm not really a Christmas person." He answered.

"Oh." You frowned. "Well, to each their own."

As you stirred the noodles in the pot of boiling water, an idea popped into your head.

You decided right then that you were going to take it upon yourself and decorate the apartment, making it look festive for the holidays.

The next day, you left to go Christmas shopping. You had brought a few Christmas decorations with you from home, but it wasn't enough—you needed more.

A few hours later, you returned to the apartment with an armful of bags. Thankfully, Seonghwa didn't seem to be around as you lugged the newly purchased items to your room.

Once you had everything unpacked, you started to decorate, stringing garland along the shelves in the living room, placing little nutcrackers along the windowsill, all while listening to Christmas music.

You hummed along as you strung tiny fairy lights across the coffee table, maneuvering them around the tiny reindeer and snowmen figures.

You heard a door open, followed by the shuffling of feet. Turning around, you saw Seonghwa standing at the end of the hallway that connected to the living room. You thought he wasn't home, but it appeared he had been in his bedroom the whole time.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Decorating." You answered with a smile. "I didn't think you'd mind."

"I don't love it." He answered. "But you live here too, so I guess it's fine."

"Ah. Good." You turned your attention back to the task at hand, bobbing your head to the festive music.

You heard Seonghwa's soft footsteps for only a moment before the sound ceased.

"Could you turn off that noise?" Seonghwa asked, seeming a bit irritated.

"Oh. Sure. Sorry."

"It's fine." He muttered, walking out of the room.

You did what Seonghwa asked and turned the music off, opting for headphones so you could listen in peace and enjoy the music without disturbing him. His reaction kind of stunned you. He said he wasn't a Christmas person, but his reaction almost made it seem like he hated the holiday. You didn't think about it too much, as you still had a box of Christmas stuff from your house to put up.

By the time you were done decorating, the place had a cozy and festive feel to it, one that made you feel warm inside. Seonghwa may not care much for Christmas, but there's no way he can't like the bright and festive decorations you put out. A proud smile spread across your face as you admired your handiwork.

Seonghwa returned to the room, walking over to the wall where you had hung two stockings. His face scrunched in distaste as he lifted one of them up.

"What is this?"

"That's your stocking." You told him. "It has your name on it."

"Well, I don't want it."

"What? I painted our names on the stockings myself."

"I didn't ask you to get me a stocking."

"You didn't have to."

He grumbled in response.

"You know, it's proven that Christmas decorations lift your mood." You told him.

"Not mine."

"We'll see about that."

A few days later you and Seonghwa were sitting in the living room watching TV. Your eyes drifted from the screen to a huge empty spot in the living room. As happy as you were that you decked the place out with Christmas decor, something was missing.

"We need a tree." You commented aloud.

"No we don't. What you did is plenty."

"Come on, Seonghwa. You can't have Christmas without a tree."

"If you wanna go, by all means, knock yourself out, but I'm not going."

"Don't be such a Scrooge." You ruffled his hair playfully. "Plus, I could use an assistant to help choose the perfect tree."

Seonghwa gave you a hard glare, but stopped when he saw the bright expression on your face. As badly as he wanted to say no, he couldn't.

"Alright, fine. If it'll make you happy, I'll go." He gave in.

"Wonderful!"

Once the both of you were all bundled up, you jumped in the car and drove off to the nearest Christmas tree farm.

"There it is!" You pointed.

You pulled your car into a parking space and stepped out into the lot. A sign at the entrance of the tree farm read: Get your Christmas trees here! You hurried across the small parking lot, Seonghwa dragging behind. Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the trees.

"Do you smell that?" You asked.

"Not really." Seonghwa muttered.

You ignore his response, scanning the selection of evergreens.

"Let's look at this tree." You pointed. "It looks really nice."

You walked over to said tree and began inspecting it, running your fingertips along some of the the needles as you walked around the fir. Upon inspection, you shook your head.

"There are some dead limbs on here. We don't want that."

"Of course we don't." Seonghwa remarked sarcastically.

You continued your search, passing by trees that didn't catch your eye. You finally came to a stop when you spotted the perfect tree. It was the perfect height, not too tall, but not too short either. The fir was perfectly healthy and had deep green needles.

"This is the one." You stated.

Glancing around, you called one of the employees over, showing him the tree you wanted.

"Alright. We'll get it all wrapped up for you." He told you before walking off.

As you waited, you spotted a man dressed as Santa Claus sitting in a large, red chair under a small awning. There were no kids around, so you decided to have some fun.

"Hey Mr. Claus." You greeted the man as you approached.

He smiled warmly. "Hello, young lady. What would you like for Christmas?"

"Oh." You were surprised he asked. "I didn't expect that." You chuckled.

"Why? You're never too old to get a Christmas present from Santa."

You smiled, then began to think about what you wanted. You knew Santa wasn't real and that this wish couldn't be fulfilled, but you wanted to tell the man anyway. You leaned in, whispering something in his ear.

"Oh a very kind wish." He responded with a nod.

His eyes trailed over to Seonghwa who was watching you from a distance, a soft expression on his face and a slight twinkle in his eye.

"I have a feeling it'll come true." Santa told you.

Oblivious to Seonghwa's staring, you gave the man in red a gentle smile.

"We'll see."

You returned to your grumpy roommate who put on his usual sour expression when you walked up.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Oh. I was just talking to Santa." You answered with a shrug. "I thought it would be fun."

"Aren't you too old for Santa Claus?"

"Apparently not." As you answered Seonghwa, you spotted a small stand nearby serving hot cocoa and gingerbread cookies.

"Ooh. They're selling hot chocolate. You want some?"

"I don't know."

"You're seriously gonna turn down a delicious, hot, chocolatey drink? It's chilly out here. A hot cocoa would warm you up."

"Alright, fine. I guess I'll have one."

"Perfect." You smiled and headed over to the small stand, ordering two medium hot chocolates.

The man working at the stand had your drinks ready before you knew it. You started rummaging around in your bag for cash only to stop with you saw Seonghwa reach across the counter with money in his hand. You glanced up at him, but he kept his gaze ahead as he grabbed his drink. You followed suit, taking your beverage. The warmth from the liquid seeped through the cup, radiating onto your cold hands. You took a sip, the sweet, cocoa coating your tastebuds and warming you from the inside out. You let out a hum of satisfaction before taking another sip.

"Thank you for paying. You didn't have to, but I appreciate it. That was very nice."

"It's no problem." Seonghwa answered as he sipped on his cocoa.

About that time, one of the tree farm employees approached you to let you know the tree was ready. Behind him were two other employees with your tree resting on their shoulders.

"Thank you so much. My vehicle is this way." You motioned, leading the group to your car.

They tied the tree snugly to the roof, ensuring that it didn't fall off on the trip home. You paid the man who you spoke with about the tree and bid him goodbye, wishing him a Merry Christmas as you left.

"This stupid tree is making a mess." Grunted Seonghwa. "Look at all these pine needles."

"That's just part of it. We can always clean it up later." You told him, reaching for another ornament. "Why don't you help out?"

"I'm not decorating."

"At least put this one on."

Seonghwa sighed, pushing himself up from his spot on the couch. When he reached for the ornament, he stopped. Pinched between your fingers, hanging from a silvery string was an ornament of Toothless the dragon. Seonghwa blinked a few times before bringing his eyes up to meet yours.

"What do you think?" You inquired with a bright smile. "He reminds me of you, so I thought it was fitting that I buy it."

He didn't answer—he couldn't.

"Oh. Check this out. I got one for myself too." You pulled out another ornament, this one depicting the Light Fury.

If Seonghwa's eyes weren't wide already, they sure were now. Seeing you grinning brightly, holding both ornaments made his cheeks warm. Did you not realize that the two characters were in love in the movie? Were you aware of what you were doing?

Based on the cheery gleam in your eye, you were completely oblivious to the fact and he didn't know if that made the situation better or worse.

"Seonghwa?" You called.

He blinked himself out of his daze, returning to reality.

"Sorry." He murmured, taking the ornament from you.

"Look at the bottom." You urged.

He turned it upside down. Written in tiny, white letters was, Our first Christmas 20XX

Seonghwa's face was on fire at that point. First the matching ornaments, now this? It was all becoming too much and it didn't help that he had a massive crush on you.

"It's..." He started to speak again, but the words were stuck.

"You're speechless." You chuckled. "I'm glad. Why don't you hang it on the tree?"

He slowly moved towards the fir, hanging the ornament on a branch. He momentarily debated about going back to the couch, but decided not to.

"I don't mind helping out." He told you, his voice coming out quieter than he intended.

Your face lit up at his offer.

"You mean it?"

He nodded.

You let out a small squeak of excitement. "Grab an ornament and put it wherever." You told him, gesturing to the box of festive tree decorations.

He then began pulling ornaments out of the box, strategically placing them onto the tree, making sure each one was spaced out just right and filled in any gaps.

Once the tree was finished, you stepped back and got a look at it. The lights you had strung around the fir were ready to be plugged in. You couldn't wait to see what the tree looked like all lit up. As you prepared to plug in the Christmas lights, you noticed Seonghwa was out of the room. Before you could call his name, he came rushing in with a handheld brush and dustpan, dropping to the floor to sweep up the needles littering the hardwood panels.

"Sorry." He chuckled softly. "I can't stand it."

Once he cleaned up the needles, you placed the tree skirt around the metal base that held the evergreen.

"Alright." You clasped your hands together, grabbing the plug once again. "Are you ready?"

"I suppose." Answered Seonghwa.

You shoved the plug into the outlet, the tree coming to life, giving off a warm glow and illuminating the room. A soft gasp left you as you marveled at the festive sight before you.

Despite the merry spectacle in front of him, Seonghwa's eyes were on you the whole time. The lights on the Christmas tree reflected off your large eyes, making them twinkle in wonder and doubling your cuteness. He could feel himself falling even harder for you, which wasn't totally a bad thing.

"You know what we should do next? Bake cookies."

Seonghwa was quick to regain his composure, acting indifferent and pretending like he wasn't just ogling at you.

"I've had enough Christmas for today, thanks." He responded.

"Baking cookies isn't a Christmas thing." You told him.

"Still. You can bake them yourself. I'm not interested."

Truth is, he was interested. He hated Christmas for so long and suddenly you come along and start changing his mind in just a few days. The idea was nearly impossible for him to comprehend.

"Are you sure? This is my last offer." You told him.

Seonghwa sucked in a deep breath, weighing his options. If he baked cookies with you, then he would be able to spend more time with you, which he really wanted. So, in the end, he agreed.

In all honesty, he enjoyed baking with you. Did you make a mess? Yes, a little, but the important thing is you both had fun and also made some delicious chocolate chip cookies.

You were right. Baking cookies isn't just a Christmas thing, but it did somehow feel festive, which Seonghwa, for once, didn't completely hate.

Christmas approached quicker than you had anticipated. You didn't have anywhere to go or anyone to hang out with, so you opted to stay home and have your own little Christmas party with Seonghwa. He wasn't too keen on the idea, but you knew that you would somehow win him over as you had with other festive things.

You managed to talk Seonghwa into letting you play Christmas music. To your surprise, he was more easily persuaded than you expected.

You were currently baking gingerbread cookies that Seonghwa helped you make. The two of you sat in the living room playing board games and card games while the cookies baked in the oven. Seonghwa had just beat you at an intense game of UNO when you heard the oven beep from the kitchen.

"Oh! The cookies are done." You pushed yourself up from the floor. "I'll be right back."

You exited the room, going to the kitchen to take the gingerbread cookies from the oven. They looked incredible. Each one was perfectly shaped like a little gingerbread man. The next step was to decorate them, then they would be ready to eat.

"Hey, Seonghwa. If you wanna come help decorate the cookies they're-" You came to a stop when you saw him standing by the tree near the window.

"Look." He pointed. "It's snowing."

You walked over, standing beside him and peering out the window. Sure enough, there were large, fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky in a flurry, coating the street below in white powder.

"Wow." You marveled. "This is perfect. A white Christmas."

"Y/n." Seonghwa called out softly.

"Yes?"

Seonghwa took your hands in his, taking a step closer just as a slow Christmas song begin to play, the music filling the room.

"Can we dance?" He asked.

You nodded, sliding your arms around his shoulders. Being in such close quarters made you feel a bit bashful, so you tried to distract yourself by focusing on the song.

Seonghwa held you close as the two of you stood by the window, swaying to the music and watching the snow fall outside.

"Look up." He told you.

You did as he said, lifting your gaze only to spot mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

"I thought you didn't like Christmas." You remarked with a smirk.

"Not entirely."

You knew what was coming next and you were more than ready for it.

"What about decorating the cookies?" You asked, your eyes glued to his lips.

"The cookies can wait."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he closed the gap between you, placing his lips gently on yours.

Your hands that were previously resting on his shoulders moved to his hair, gently running your fingers through it. You could feel Seonghwa's body relax under your touch, meaning that he was enjoying it. You couldn't help but smile a little against his lips.

"I have a confession." Seonghwa uttered once he pulled away.

"That you like me?" You grinned.

"Besides that." He chuckled shyly, his cheeks tinted pink.

"What's the confession?"

"You made me appreciate Christmas. I've never really been a fan of Christmas. It's just too merry, too happy, and too bright—but seeing the way your face would light up whenever you would do anything Christmas related, made me see things differently."

You couldn't help but smile at his confession. Truthfully, you had noticed a change in him over the past month, and knowing that you played a part in that made you happy.

"So, that means you'll participate in Yuletide traditions?" You asked, hopefully.

"Perhaps."

"Then let's go decorate those cookies." You took his hand, attempting to lead him to the kitchen, only for him to swiftly pull you back towards him.

"First, one more kiss."

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♠️♥️High Card Short Story 4 “The Hectic Daily Life of Wendy Sato” (2/3)♦️♣️

Stopping at a ramen shop for lunch, Wendy came across the familiar faces of Finn and Chris.

Original: https://twitter.com/highcard_pj/status/1537269060185993218

Author: https://twitter.com/poipheno

Artist: https://twitter.com/ebimoji3

Vijay’s chai seemed to permeate into every pore of my being, I felt so much more energized after I drank it.

As I was the office manager, naturally the morning is the busiest time for me given that the number of customers peaked in the afternoon. I made some progress, but when I glanced at the clock, it was almost noon before I knew it.

“Wendy, go take a lunch break.”

Leo said as he kept his eyes on his laptop.

“Eh...... I still have work to do, though.”

“You always say that and end up missing lunch. I’ve already said you can go. Aren’t you supposed to do as your boss says?”

“No, but..... ah, Leo. In the afternoon I must attend the usual appointment with the president, and then tomorrow there’s also a meeting with the manager of head office—”

Leo waved his hand lightly without bothering to look over, shooing me away.

“Fine, fine, I got it. I’m going now.”

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It had been a while since the last time I went out for lunch at this hour. Most of the time, I skipped it altogether due to not having much time to spare, or simply bought whatever I could get my hands on at the store.

That’s why today I picked a place which I’ve been interested in for some time. I took a seat near the counter. However.

“..........ugh.”

“Oh, Wendy. It’s rare to see you having lunch out.”

“Heh, it’s you again. So you're craving for ramen too, huh—”

The place I entered was a popular ramen shop. In the afternoon, it was usually bustling with customers that people had to line up, and thus since I felt uncomfortable eating by myself, I thought it was the perfect time to try it out, but...

“Finn said he’d never had ramen before, so I brought him along.”

“Yeah, I’m hella pumped!”

I rested my elbow on the table, sighing.

“Of all people, why must it be you two who caught me...”

“Huh? What’s wrong with getting caught eating ramen?’

Finn looked confused, but Chris quickly cut in.

“Finn, you idiot. At her core, even Wendy possesses the heart of a lady.”

“What a roundabout way of putting it.”

“Finn. One remark such as that could spell your own demise. Those words may as well be the last message of your soon-to-be-dead senior, so make sure to never forget them.”

“Can you please stop pinning me as a dangerous guy in front of Finn?”

Suddenly Finn made a face as if he just remembered something. “Oh, right, I wanted to ask you, Wendy.”

“..........What is it?”

“Uhhh. You see, about that dish you like so much. Ehh~ What do you call it? Chris, that thing, y’know. That,”

“Oh, that. It’s that thing, ain’t it, that.”

“Yeah, exactly that! So what is it called? That thing?”

“What is it again. Let me think. That thingy? Thingy-thing?”

“Damn you, stop playing! You know exactly what I meant! The thing!”

“Just what are you guys on. Are you talking about takoyaki?”

“That’s it! Tako-yaki! I want to try it too!”

“Wendy’s got a takoyaki maker at her place, let me tell ya—”

“Do you usually eat takoyaki at home?”

“Takoyaki is not something you usually eat alone at home, isn’t it.”

“Don’t make it sound like it’s common sense, how am I supposed to know. You know what, maybe you should bring that takoyaki maker to the office sometime.”

“Ooh~ Sounds like a plan. So there’s gonna be a party. I want to join, can I invite some girls?”

Chris put on a pointless show of fixing his collar.

“Yaaay! It’s a tako-party!”

“Hahaha, don’t get too excited, Finn. Hahaha.”

“Not a chance! We’re going to get everything covered in grease.”

“Told ya there’s no way I could’ve known that. Hey, Chris, let’s pester Leo later. Deep down he’s still a kid, I bet he would become elated at the mention of a party.”

I let out a long sigh.

“The thing is, Leo would never allow such a—”

“Hush, Wendy. I don’t care about what you think. It should be acceptable if it’s the manager himself who wants to throw a party, is it not.”

“Yeah. Wendy’s a samurai, so she would never disobey the whims of her superior.”

“Woah, samurai! Also, harakiri! Bushido! Onigiri! Harasho!”

“You, are you stupid or what. The last one’s clearly wrong.”

Chris and Finn were having a blast on their own.

“I’m guessing you’re going to drag Vijay into this too, aren’t you? He won’t approve of it.”

“Uh-huh! Vijay!?!? Feed him leeks!”

“Exactly, just give him some leeks and he will be happy. Wait. Do takoyaki have leeks in them?”

“Why is Vijay so fond of leeks, anyway?”

Just then, our ramen orders were brought in and placed in front of us. Bundles of noodles steeped in transparent golden broth, with garnish arranged neatly on top.

“Woow~ looks tasty! Itadakimasu!”

My hunger had got to the point where it became unbearable, so I immediately put my hands together.

“What’s that, some sort of ritual?”

Once again, Finn had a confused look on his face.

“Back at home, we often say ‘itadakimasu’ and ‘gochisousama’.”

“I see. Then I’ll do it too. Itadakimasu!”

Finn put his hands together as well while still holding his chopsticks.

“Eat your heart out, Finn! Today’s meal is a treat from your senior Wendy! Grab some more eggs!”

“When did I ever say that!”

“Ya....hooo......”

Finn brought the noodles to his mouth in one awkward movement using his chopsticks. And then, after a moment’s pause,

“So good!”

He flashed me a boyish grin. Following that, it occurred to me.

“Hang on, Finn. You’re not holding your chopsticks right.”

“Huh? So what, does it even matter.”

As he fiddled with his chopsticks, Chris commented,

“I can’t believe there are still people who can’t use chopsticks nowadays. You can find them at any Asian restaurant, can you not.”

“I rarely eat out. Come to think of it, Lindsey had once made us use chopsticks during mealtime when we were learning about food in different cultures.”

“Doesn’t that mean you’ve used them before?”

“Not really. I fled from home that day. They’re such a hassle and making it difficult to eat.”

“Well, practice makes perfect. You will be able to hold them properly once you’re familiar with them. Here, try holding them like this.”

I grabbed on his wrist and corrected his position. While maintaining the new stance, Finn tried to pick up a mouthful, but the tips of his chopsticks were visibly shaking.

“..........It’s insanely hard to eat like this, though.”

“As long as you practice, you would definitely get used to it. Do your best.”

“There you go, the moves of a master swordsman!”

While Chris took the opportunity to tease me, Finn yelled out his frustration.

“Enough! This is impossible! I’m just gonna use a fork!”

“You’re no longer a kid, Finn. Watch this, my smart, elegant, slightly risky chopsticks wielding technique.”

Chris wildly swung his chopsticks around to all directions with one hand.

“Ooh, cool!”

“Listen, it is no different to driving a car. Move your fingers passionately, like how you would treat a woman.”

“You two have no manners! Come on, the noodles are getting soggy! Eat up then leave!”

“But you took part in our conversation too, right.....”

“J-just as he said, Wendy.”

The moment I shot them a glare, both of them shrugged in unison and went quiet, then began slurping on their ramen.

Once we had finished our ramen, the three of us drank tea before returning to the branch office. I let Chris pay for our bills.

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TL notes: I’m in no way a professional translator so if you find any mistakes, please do not hesitate to inform me right away. I love the High Card gang and I found it very unfortunate that while it is meant to be a multimedia project, I can’t seem to find the translated versions of any materials (beside the anime) anywhere (if this is against copyright, I will take it down). Hopefully this small TL would help international viewers gain better understanding of HC universe and characters. The author of these SS himself said that he hoped fans would have their “so that’s what it is!” moments when they watch the anime after reading his short stories. So with that in mind, let’s enjoy High Card together~

#highcard #high card #short story #hcss #wendy sato #finn oldman #chris redgrave #translation

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rgr-pop · 2 months

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meal plan text asmr

i normally have breakfast at work because of my proton pump inhibitor. tomorrow i wfh the morning to do a training so i’ll be having sesame toast with a boiled egg, feta, and whatever pickle and veg looks good. then for the rest of the week’s breakfasts i have one yogurt (lucas found me the icelandic coffee yogurt!!) and friday morning tbh, probably the last of my ezekiel toast with communal work peanut butter unless i pick up cottage cheese/yogurt. today i worked remotely at a coffee shop and i grabbed a bad scone, RIP. (adding to shopping list: ezekiel bread, greek yogurt, cottage cheese, bananas, the icelandic coffee yogurt but that’s only at whole foods.)

at work right now i’ve been having paramount (local brand) k cups that corey gifted me. i got him a gift card for the new downtown coffee shop so he can grab it between his bus job (he herds teenagers for the school public bus program. his real title is abussador :)) and he got me k cups for my work. i froth half and half to dress up the k cup, and my coworker brought in half and half she needs used up, so i don’t need to bring mine. (another week before i have to buy more.) i hate using the disposables and am considering literally committing to work french press like an absolute psycho—i just can’t get myself enough time before work to make and bring it from home and the refillable k cups will do but are gross. if you have to survive a keurig at work i recommend nasty refillables + steaming and frothing milk. i have half a bag of not great beans at home. I’ve been spending more on nicer beans for home and it has been worth it, but I am still not quite sure what I like. (on shopping list: coffee beans, decaf beans for winter evening treats.)

came home with a coffee shop noise pollution migraine and made myself cheese ramen with cilantro, sesame seeds, green onion, and a side of this week’s pickled carrot slaw. ramen made two servings for me. it was the last of my shin black and third to last slice of ramen cheese. my cilantro will last another weekend and i have at least week’s worth of parsley and green onions. (adding to the shopping list: shin black, cheese singles, frozen corn, and since i’m thinking about it, shredded mozz for buldak/corn cheese.)

for lunches wednesday-friday i will have dumplings from the freezer (the ones i made and some other ones i have), leftover ramen, and a carrot and cucumber salad (my last two fresh salad vegetables, but i will probably wait out purchasing more). to prep tonight: jar of dumpling sauce, salad. (dumplings are already on my shopping list when i see some that look good. adding dumpling wrappers—making and freezing them was so worth it, but i felt like making the dough wasn’t.)

complicating factor: i should make myself something sweet to keep me out of the vending machines at work. at home i’ve been having what i believe to be yaourti me meli (greek yogurt, walnuts, honey, cinnamon?) but i’m out. i’d like to make a second french yogurt cake to compare it to the other recipe, but again, out. i would also also like to make a coffee cake type food for someone coming over saturday afternoon. do i make a little loaf cake with what i have tonight to get me through the week and then a second thing then? do i have friday plans? if i bake a little quick bread or pound cake for myself tonight it will really cut down on my food ruminations. (adding to shopping list: greek yogurt, walnuts, honey, dried fruit, butter.. baking supplies need inventorying but i’m almost sure i have enough of the basics.)

what am i having for dinners? i need to minimize the chance that i spend any non-grocery money before next week—i will be having a crazy week and likely blowing money i don’t have. tonight i’m having leftover cannellini beans cacio e pepe (‼️ make this ‼️). i have enough beans (although running low) to continue having beans meals, but i really really really desire to put my beans meals on potatoes. (‼️ fusion jacket potatoes ‼️ make this ‼️). matias made these perfect black beans with pork and salsa verde and it’s all i can think about. can i pull this off with freezer bacon… i have enough of a serrano to get me through. (adding to shopping list: russet potatoes, garlic, sour cream, avocado, cheap canned black beans, decent looking dried black beans, slightly nice italian brand butter beans and cannellini beans, bell pepper, tomatillos, tomatoes, mexican oregano, sweet potato, pork?? i will put this on my list but never buy it.)

i would also like to make salmon rice bowls with avocado, pickled veg/carrot slaw, cucumbers, etc. to use up my freezer salmon. i would prefer to wait to do this til i’m keeping salad greens (leftover salmon for salads is key for a working woman…)

in two weeks i will make something for a certain someone’s birthday and batch up some granola. i’ve been wanting to try making coffee granola. i also have to make a lasagna before the end of winter this year or i must be executed.

what i’m bringing to work tomorrow for the rest of the week: salad, bags of dumplings, ramen, cilantro (packed separately), one boiled egg, one yogurt, dumpling sauce and any other condiments that look good, and a sweet if i can pull it off.

the question i can only answer for myself tomorrow at 4pm: am i going to the grocery store?

#grocery influencing #food

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idiacide · 2 years

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Trial By Fire

A commission fic for the eternally patient @kitkats-pastel-graveyard who requested an Idia x Reader x Floyd fic set in the Culinary Crucible. This will also be my last commission for a while, and its back to our regularly scheduled content.

Idia Shroud/Reader, Floyd Leech/Reader, 6.4k words (got a little outta hand askdfjhaskljfd)

TW: Food, eating, fire, explosions.

I suppose we’ll start with a simple question. What brings you to this quarter’s Culinary Crucible? We’ll start with you, Mr. Shroud.

[Note: After a few attempts at verbal speech, Mr. Shroud instead elected to use the text to speech app to type his response. Somewhat furiously, I might add] My younger brother Ortho thinks I need some more staples in my diet. And also to be able to prepare it myself. Tbh it’s a little annoying, I can cook. I make cup ramen all the time and my specialized recipe is godtier even if I do have to say it myself. The secret is to- uh- actually you probably don’t care. Anyways! Gross otaku don’t need to sustain themselves on anything other than snacks. But he threatened to buy up all the tickets to the next Kismet Punch meet and greet unless I come to this. That’s what I get for uploading him with the alert system...

Anyways, I showed up here, and as we can all clearly see, I’m not cut out for this, so if you could just-

What about you, Mr. Leech? I must admit, I was surprised to see you here. Even we ghosts have heard that you developed much of Mostro Lounge’s menu yourself.

“Eh? I guess I’m in the same boat as Firefly Squid. Jade made me come after I got in trouble again for messing around with the customer dishes. It’s a huuuuuge pain. If people don’t want to spice things up then they can stay home and cook for themselves. Why should I be stuck making the same thing over and over?”

[At this point, Mr. Leech tilted his chair, throwing his head back to look at the kitchen, along with the staff and the headmage. Something seemed to catch his eye, and when he lowered to the ground again he was smiling.]

“Still, guess it’s not all bad. Plus, Jade used his scary voice, which means I’m not allowed to go back to the dorm till this is over with.”

.....You haven’t been home since this started?

“I just said that, didn’t I? So what are we waiting for, I’m gettin excited to try this! Hey, can I use some of the plants I brought from the alchemy labs?”

That would depend on-... Mr. Leech, the event hasn’t started yet!!!

“Cmon, Anglerfish, I wanna see if I can fry an egg on that hair of yours!!”

How did I get involved in this?! “H-hey, let goo of meeeeee!!!”

------

“This is stupid.” You said, for the fifth time in as many minutes as you watched the ghosts attempt to wrench a protesting Idia out of Floyd’s grip. You tugged at the apron around your neck like it might vanish if you did so.

“Oh, come now.” Crowley said, clapping you on the back and refusing to directly acknowledge the chaos his students were causing. “Of all the things I’ve asked you to do to pay the rent on Ramshackle Dormitory, a bit of KP for an event is hardly the most unreasonable!”

“That’s not-......” You let out a frustrated breath, letting the matter of your unfair work conditions rest for the moment. “I’ve seen these contests before, they can go all day. I don’t have that kind of time!”

“I’m sure you’ll manage. After all, at least one of these contestants is an experienced chef! It shouldn’t take them terribly long to find something to please the judges.”

“Maaan, Firefly Squid, your hair’s not nearly hot enough to cook anything on!”

“That’s what- I-i’ve been trying to-!!”

“Guess we’ll just have to compare teeth sharpness then. Hey Shrimpy!!” Your head jerks to see Floyd beaming at you, waving you over. “Get some tomatoes or something and let’s settle this!”

Idia’s gaze tracks over to where Floyd is looking and he starts, hair shooting a few inches higher. Fumbling for his tablet, he starts jabbing commands at lightning speed. When did this become a competition between US?!

“I eagerly await the fruits of your labors!” And with a flourish of his cape, Crowley’s gone.

-----

Not that it was easy, but you did manage to get Floyd off of competing with Idia to actually focus on the task at hand. At the very least he was eager to help out around the kitchen. You can’t imagine how much of a nightmare this would’ve been if he wasn’t. The ghosts set the challenge, providing a selection of recipes which Idia and Floyd would attempt to master before the day was out. Your heart sank a little more into the depths of your shoes when you saw the list. All of them were chosen with the idea of consistency in mind. As a result, they were finicky. Any shortcuts or distraction would harm the final result.

At the very least, you wouldn’t be responsible for the actual cooking parts. Not even ingredient gathering, since assessing the relative quality of the components was considered part of the challenge. Officially you’d be tasked with primarily grunt work: chopping, timers, dishes, anything they might need an extra set of hands on.

“Shrimpy’s our little helpeeeeeer” Floyd crooned. His arms cinch tighter around your waist as he leans over your shoulder to grin at you. “At least I know it won’t be boring.”

“Juuust great, a babysitter, not like this ordeal could get anymore humiliating...” Idia’s mutter continues to trail off until you decide to clear your throat.

“I mean, you don’t have to utilize me. I’m just here if you need me. That ok?”

He jumps, like he didn’t realize you could hear him. Knowing Idia, he hadn’t noticed he was speaking out loud. “U-uh.....I didn’t mean....I mean-!” He pulls at the edge his sleeves, looking off to the side. “It’s not a problem with you specifically, just. More the concept. I mean I’m glad that it’s you if it has to be anyone, but-.....wait forget that last part-”

Unofficially, your job was wrangling these two. No one said it out loud, but Crowley had functionally implied as much. Floyd in particular was a decided flight risk in a space with this much fire and this many sharp objects.

Like you’d said, you weren’t exactly thrilled to be giving up your whole day like this. But you didn’t necessarily resent spending time with either of them. Difficult as they could both be in their individual ways, they could both be a lot of fun to be around.

Something you were going to spend a lot of time reminding yourself of as the day progressed.

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Idia stared at the array of spices in front of him, comparing it to the recipe notes he’d managed to pull up on his tablet. The ingredients were all so fiddly. Wouldn’t be a problem, normally. Chemistry may be less his bag than engineering but he still had a pretty good sense of what he was doing around a cauldron. The X factor giving him trouble here was taste,though. Wasn’t enough to just check off the boxes, you had to somehow tailor it to individual palates, based on entirely subjective tastes. How was ANYONE supposed to maintain “consistency” in an environment like this-

“Comin’ through~”

His grousing is cut off abruptly by Floyd’s upper body flopping over the countertop, grabbing at a variety of jars with a few thoughtful hums before dropping them in his apron pocket seemingly at random. Idia jerks his tablet out of reach on instinct, before annoyance overcomes his startle. He flicks over to his text to speech.

Those aren’t even in this dish.

“So? I want to see how it turns out.” Floyd shrugs, giving him that sleepy, creepy grin of his. Not that I’m one to talk, or. Think.

It’ll turn out like the last 6 times, with failing scores.

“You tryin’ to tell me what to do now, Firefly Squid?” The smile doesn’t slip one notch. Something in the eyes though...they harden. Idia didn’t even think people’s eyes did that in real life until now. “That’s pretty brave of you.”

Oh boy. This threat level was a little OP for him to handle. Still, maybe Ortho’s onto something about him always needing the last word. Even as he backs up half a step, his fingers are flying across the keypad before he can stop himself. I don’t want to be here all day!! Some of us have stuff to get back to.

Floyd freezes in place. Idia prepares himself to bolt, or at least duck and cover.

Before the second year tilts his head back in a high pitched laugh.

This is somehow scarier. “O-oh god please don’t rip my arms off-”

“You’re pretty funny when you grow a spine, Anglerfish!” Floyd throws an arm around his shoulder before he can fully flee. It’s a casual gesture, but it freezes Idia into solid ice. Floyd just smiles, turning him to face the rest of the kitchen. “Just for that, gonna walk you through what you’re missing.”

“M-missing?”

He jerks his chin towards where you stand, bent over a sink as you rinse a few cutting pans. “They’re stuck here just as long as we are.”

“....The prefect? I don’t-”

“Suuuuure you don’t.” He digs his fingers into Idia’s side, making him jump. Floyd laughs, spreading his hands as he backs off through the kitchen.

“Just sayin. Somethin to think about~”

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You felt like your face was about to start dripping sweat. That last round had been rough, and only resulted in disappointing results. Sort of a theme for the last 4 hours or so. Still, at least you had a bit of a break. Idia, sensing the first opportunity for escape, had volunteered to go out ingredient hunting, and the ghosts, sensing Idia’s thinking, elected to accompany him. There were still one or two hovering around, getting a few things cleaned up. For the most part though, it was just you, Floyd, and the glass of water you were nursing.

“Man, does betta fish have it out for me or what?” He was saying, leaning over the counter next to you. “That last judgment was brutal.” He doesn’t seem terribly torn up about it, spooning some of the leftover consomme into his mouth.

You nod, taking another swallow of water. The last round had been particularly bad, but then, who could account for the bad luck of pulling Crewel, Vil, and Leona all in the same round. “Guess the clarification process still needs work. You sure you don’t want the chef to walk you through it one more time? They are here to teach you.” Floyd snorts, raising an eyebrow and looking up at you. “I know how to do it.”

“.....” You’re unable to keep the skepticism out of your face. Floyd just laughs.

“I know how to do it! I’ve made it like a dozen times for the Lounge. Azul said it was too technical for the regular menu but it’s not like I forgot.”

“Then why don’t you do it?”

“Cause it’s boriiing.” He says this like it should be obvious. And. Actually fair enough, it should’ve been obvious. He pokes your cheek. “Food’s to play with.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s the opposite of what food is supposed to be for.” An incredulous grin creeps up on you. It’s...kind of hard not to feel put at ease when he’s taking it so easy. That was the dilemma with Floyd, for the center of chaos he had a weird way of making stuff feel like no big deal.

“Nah, Shrimpy, that’s just their programming talking for you. I’ll show you,” He pulls the dish closer to both of you, dipping his spoon in and lifting it to your mouth. “Open up.”

You eye the cloudy broth with some suspicion. Granted, Vil’s palate could be pretty delicate, but the face he had made didn’t exactly make you eager...

“C’mon, I gotta force you open?” He’s grinning. You think it’s a joke.

Hope it’s a joke. ...You open your mouth and take in the spoon, trying to swallow quickly.

Flavorwise, it’s actually not awful. Not that you really notice when you start to absorb the texture. It’s like it’s coagulated, forming a nearly gelatinous texture that coats the inside of your mouth almost instantly. You can feel tiny pieces of something suctioning onto your tongue, making it take a few swallows to get it clear of your mouth. You can’t help making a face, but it only makes Floyd grin harder.

“Gotta use clarification to remove impurities. Which I didn’t do right.”

“Ok, so….why??” You cough, reaching for your water to wash the mouthfeel out. Floyd pinches your cheeks together, nearly making you spit it out.

“Because now you know what consomme tastes like with the impurities still swimmin around in there. Where else are you gonna get a chef to treat you to that, huh?” He tilts his head, backing off from you to lean over the counter.

You get the distinct sense that he’s probably messing with you a little. Or a lot. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t mean it. And if you ever want to get out of here…

“So…it’s about the experience with you?”

His eyes brighten, letting you know you’ve gotten it. “Exactly. You can go pretty much anywhere and find food that’s done right, or close to it. And any idiot can figure out how to follow a recipe. So if I’m doing it, why shouldn’t I change it up? Figure out what’s different if I mess things around a little. Even if it’s gross, it’s still different.”

You don’t know whether or not that made sense for you. He certainly said it like it was something that made sense to him. “But….you’re not just cooking for you.”

Floyd huffs, his lower lip poking out as he rolls his head back to look up at you. “I’m cooking, aren’t I? If they want somethin’ I don’t feel like making it’s only fair they do it themselves. Why should I have to change to do something I don’t wanna do just to make some rando happy?”

You felt like there were probably any number of retorts to that! You work in a restaurant, do you just never plan on letting anyone else eat your food, you are holding us all hostage for your own creative disputes- But none of them are likely to work on Floyd. He’s stubborn when he sets his mind to something, trying to talk him out of his current position is likely to just make it worse.

Talking him into something else…

“Well, what if you weren’t just cooking for a rando then?” You set the cup aside finally and begin gathering together the dishes still on the stovetop. “What if you pretended you were making it for someone who’s opinion mattered to you.”

“Huh?”

“Like Jade or something?” You shrug, glancing back at him briefly. “It might make you feel a little more motivated.” And maybe get us all out of here before we’re old and grey. Floyd seems to be considering this, which is a positive, and you move to deposit the dishes in the sink.

“....I figured it out.”

“Uh….figured what-”

It’s like he becomes a teal streak for a minute, one minute he’s draped over the counter and the next you find yourself being hoisted into the air, Floyd snaking his arms unders yours like a toddler hauling around some poor cat. You splutter, instinctually squirming before you realize it’s probably only going to tangle you up worse.

“You’re not some rando, so I’m not gonna mind making it for you!” He giggles at your efforts, swinging you from side to side for a second before setting you on the countertop. You straighten your rumpled clothes out as best you can, giving him a look that only makes him snicker more. Still, the content of what he’s said doesn’t pass you by.

Cooking for you is what’s motivating him?

“Wait, so that means-”

“You gotta taste test everything I make, alright?” He grins, leaning over you as he braces his hands on either side of your hips. “And compliment it plenty. That’ll keep me motivated enough to do it right. It’s a deal, right Shrimpy?”

He’s close enough to leave you a little flustered. Behind you, you hear the doors open. Idia and the others are back from their excursion, and the thought of them catching you two this close isn’t helping the heat on your face.

“I- Sure, why not, but-”

“Perfect.” He pulls back just as abruptly, rolling up his sleeves as he strides off towards Idia. “Hey Squid, let’s get the lead out already, huh?”

—

Well, you had to give him this. He was an eel of his word. Once properly motivated Floyd was like a small whirlwind, flying in every direction at once. The only pauses were to eventually slide over towards you, holding some morsel he always insisted on hand feeding you and waiting for your review before sending it out to the judges. It was more than a little embarrassing. He’d all but insisted you not move too far from where he’d set you on the countertop, and the ghosts kept giving you weird looks. Still, hard to argue with results. They were flying through dishes now, quickly clearing off the docket with high marks.

You’d never seen him this intent on something before. Not to mention the food was excellent. No wonder Jade was so impatient to get him back in form.

He pulls a pan out of the oven, carefully carving off pieces and plating them with a practiced grace you’d barely known he was capable of. He lifts a forkful off from one of the plates and blows on it carefully, lifting it towards your mouth. “What’d’ya think, that crust turn out ok?”

You have to open your mouth wide to catch it all, hand cupping under your chin to avoid dropping any bits on the floor. It’s burning hot, for a second you can’t taste anything but heat, but eventually the actual flavor profiles start to settle in. You give him two thumbs up until you finish chewing, swallowing hard. “Lot flakier than the last one.”

“Aahhhh, how great am I, Shrimpy?” You snort, patting his arm as you wipe at your mouth. Floyd gathers the plates, balancing them on his arms while his looks around the room. “Hey Anglerfish! You’re supposed to help me present these, yanno!”

“Just…its’ not like they don’t know I’m in here!” Idia’s voice bounces off of the oven he’s currently got most of his torso wedged into. He’s been in there for the better part of an hour, ‘checking something’. The occasional metal clatter was all you heard from him. “Give me a bit….”

Floyd rolls his eyes dramatically at you, blowing some hair out of his face as he finishes up. “So what do I get if I nail this one?”

“Get?” He’s still not getting it out of his eyes. You decide to take pity and reach over to nudge it to the side. “Uh, then we’ll only have one dish left, and we all get to go home and call it a night sooner, how’s that?”

“Laaaame.” He nips at your hand in passing, making you jerk your fingers back. “I’ve been running this mostly by myself, don’t you think I deserve some kind of reward?”

“What would you even want?”

“Mmmm….” He puts on so much of a show of thinking about it that you can’t help but suspect he may have had something in mind from the start. “Oh! I know. You should cook something for me. That’s fair, right?”

“I…guess?” You blink, slightly taken aback. As far as Floyd favors go this was surprisingly easy to accomplish. Enough so that you’re wondering if there’s another shoe about to drop on your head. “I’m free next Saturday, if you wanna come by Ramshackle.”

“It's a date then.” And without another word, he breezes past you on his way out the door. You feel all the blood in your body rush to your face at once. Date? Date?! You whip your head around to call after him, stumbling over word and thought

“That’s only if you nail them both!” But he’s already halfway out the door. You hear the distant sound of his laugh as the doors continue to swing in his wake.

You sigh, burying your face in your hands as you try to compose yourself. You wish it wasn’t so easy sometimes for him to mess with you…Was he even serious? You don’t know if you’d have a problem if he was, but…

Another loud bang and some cursing bring you back to your surroundings. You decide to let curiosity win out, and walk over to stand by Idia’s splayed out legs. “Everything ok in there?”

His body jerks and there’s another bang, followed by a sharp yelp of pain. Idia emerges, smeared with soot and cupping his forehead. Your eyes widen and you drop down to your knees,trying to get a look at the damage. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry-”

“D-don’t sneak up on someone like that!!” Idia’s eyes look slightly wild, though it may be an effect of that much blue fire and ash floating.

“Do you need ice?” You’re halfway into a standing position before he seems to finally absorb who he’s looking at.

“U-uh!” His hands whip away from his forehead suddenly. “Its….I’m fine. Just…startled me.”

You look very pointedly at the pink spot on his forehead. The tips of his hair flicker a bit and his hand creeps up to cover it before he realizes its not going to make you forget its there. “....I’m fine. R-really.”

That didn’t sound truthful, but the larger part of you really didn’t want to embarrass the guy anymore than you were both already embarrassed. You glance back at the oven. He’s gutted the thing almost completely. A small pile of grimy parts are piled by where he was just laying, and he’s fidgeting with some kind of tool you don’t recognize. When you look back at him you find he’s still staring. Not for long, though, his eyes dart away the second you make eye contact with him.

Idia’s not really one for conversation, you knew that about him. Even by his standards, though, he’d been unusually withdrawn today. He was clearly pretty out of his depth with most of the dishes. Floyd had picked up the slack after your conversation with him, but in spite of the fact that he hadn’t wanted to do this in the first place, you could tell it kinda bothered him to be dropped unceremoniously in the backseat. Maybe that was the reason he acted like you were coming at him with a hot poker every time you got near him today.

“Whatcha doing here?” You say, gesturing to the oven. Maybe playing to his strengths was at least a way to get him to level out a little. He looks confused for a minute before he realizes what you’re referring to, like the bump had knocked it out of his mind. Still looking a little pink, he gets to his feet, sending soot flying all over.

“Uh….well, it’s…I mean…” He looks down at his hands, grimacing when he sees the black smears all over his fingers. You find a wet rag in a nearby sink and hand it to him. Flushing more, he wipes them off and picks up his tablet again.

The last dish takes a couple hours in the oven. Even if he gets it right in one go, we’re still going to be stuck here for a few hours. So I thought that maybe I’d try to speed that process up? It’s probably a waste of time lol

“Speed it up how?” You lean down to look inside, for all that accomplishes. Not like you really knew what the inside of a magical oven was supposed to look like.

These ovens are conventional, not convection. Heat emanates from a single source in the base. He crouches down to gesture to it only to realize he can’t do that and type at the same time. After a moment’s hesitation, he sets the tablet aside before reaching in to tap some tubing. “Uh…heat rises, so as the oven gets warmer all of the hot air starts to pool at the top of the dish. It takes a lot longer for the dish to cook all the way through, and it can make it uneven. L-like, the top could be COMPLETELY toast while the middle is still raw and cold.” He keeps glancing over at you occasionally to see if you’re still following.

“So, you’re making it convection?” You shuffle closer to see where he’s pointing. Idia seems a little pleased. At the very least he doesn’t pull back, continuing his explanation with much more confidence.

“Kinda.” He presses his palm to the back of the oven. “Normally a convection oven would have a fan in the back to keep the air circulating, but obviously I can’t just install one of those. So….I’m improvising.” He reaches past you to pick up some kind of iron contraption, two hollow iron tubes hastily bolted into two rotating plates. “Managed to find some lazy susan turntables, then just attach them to some of the magically run blowtorches.” He fishes for a second for his want, tapping the base. Twin blue flames suddenly spurt out of both of the tubes, making you jump back. Idia stifles a snicker, though he does move it away with a mumbled apology. “The force of the jets should keep it spinning. All I have to do is wire both of them into the magical heating elements and disable the base, and we should be golden.”

“Both?”

He shrugs, picking up a near identical device.

“Is that….safe?”

He huffs, almost indignant as he cuts the magic feed to the first torch. “Do I look like I want to blow us all up.”

You grin faintly. “I dunno…”

The scowl deepens, but even you can tell its mostly for show. He sets the devices down, rearranging himself so he can crawl back into the oven. “It shouldn’t take too much longer.”

“Do you want help?” You shuffle around a bit so you can sit down properly by the oven mouth.

“....Uh…..I mean….” His hands still. “Y-you don’t have to.”

“I mean, its gonna get us out of here faster, right?”

“Prob-...may-....I mean, I’m gonna try, obviously, but its probably gonna be really boring to help on, and-and-’

“So let’s get started.”

“....Fine. Hand me that screwdriver.”

To be entirely honest, you weren’t exactly certain how much what you were doing qualified as helping. Most of your contributions amounted to handing him tools or moving stuff out of the way. Idia would explain what he was doing, but a lot of it was either a little beyond you, or his explanation was far too looping for you to make sense of it. Mostly you kept him company while he messed around with the wiring, a tool clenched between his teeth except to occasionally answer your questions. Floyd eventually came back from judgment, shooting the both of you a questioning look, but went to start work on the next dish without much resistance.

And yeah, ok, it was a little boring at times. But as he got more and more focused on his work it was like he forgot to be jumpy. You’d already known Idia could be a very different person when he felt comfortable in his environment, but you think this might’ve been the first time you’d seen him this at ease. Enough that the conversation could drift to other topics, giving you more of a chance to at least contribute to the conversation.

“...so the point is, Grim is officially banned from Pomefiore until further notice.” You say, taking back the wrench he hands you.

Idia snorts, pulling his head free of the oven door. “Good luck backing Vil down from that.”

“I just didn’t realize lotions could be that expensive.”

“He custom orders them from a place.Though, the company does brand deals with him so I doubt he’s paying a dime. Uh…watch yourself.” He nudges you lightly on the shoulder, indicating you should back up. He uses his wand like a welding torch, sparks flying in every direction as he carefully binds it down to the oven. You hope the kitchen ghosts weren’t super attached to the way this thing was before. You wait for him to finish before you continue talking.

“Then why is he making me-?!....Wait, how do you know that?”

“Uh…..” He flushes, getting to his feet. “I think we should test this.”

“It done?” Floyd calls from down the counter. “Just finished this up.”

“W-well I don’t know if I’d say it’s done, I was gonna test it out with something-”

“Eh, no risk, no reward.” Floyd grabs one of the discarded shelves and slides it in at the proper height, placing the dish on top of it and closing the oven.

Idia scowls, though his gaze softens somewhat when he sees your amused expression. “Fine. Not like I’m the one who has to remake it if it messes up.”

“That’s what you think~” He plugs the correct temperature. You all watch as four blue lights go off at once, slowly picking up speed as they begin to spin. You hear Idia let out a sigh of relief next to you, and nudge him gently.

“Nice work.”

He doesn’t seem up to a response, but the pink color on his cheeks and the smile he can’t hold back says enough. “Uh…it should go about four times as fast, if I did this right.”

“Thirty minutes then? Nice.” Floyd manages to get an arm around Idia’s neck before either of you can blink, pulling into a noogie. “Knew you’d be good for something, Anglerfish.”

“Hey-!!!”

“Well, while modifying the equipment wasn’t a part of the challenge, I do have to applaud your creativity.” The head chef’s voice cuts off your attempt to call Floyd off. He drifts over to inspect Idia’s work, nodding appreciatively, though the next sentence is a little sharp. “I trust you’ll be able to restore it to its original state?”

“I…..y-yeah.” Idia says, trying and failing to wrestle himself free of Floyd’s grip before he just lets his arms fall loose. “I’ll fix it…”

“Excellent.” The head chef tilts his head curiously, gesturing for Floyd to finally let him go. Idia rubs at his neck, snatching up his tablet again as he continues to shoot dirty looks at a still grinning Floyd. “How did you manage to balance the torches you installed with the existing heating elements?”

It was easier to just disable it. Idia shrugs, still looking pretty pleased with himself. Wiring was simple enough to figure out.

“.....You disabled it?”

Yeah. The torches create enough heat in a confined space anyways. It’s probably a little less exact than the actual base component uh why are you looking at me like that

The head chef had turned a pale shade of grey you’d only seen a handful of times in your roommates, a color that indicates agitation. “These ovens are in near constant use during a school day. If one of the ovens goes down we don’t have time to wait for a repairman. The fire fairies who control the school fires are instructed to operate as a backup. Meaning that if they receive a signal that one of the heating elements has gone down…”

You see a dim orange light in the oven behind him, getting brighter by the second.

The last thing you’re aware of is something colliding into your side.

—-

Well, this is definitely a startling turn of events for the finale! How are you both feeling?

“Ahaha, oh man!” [Mr. Leech drops his wand, lowering the protection spell that he’d managed to place around himself and his fellow contestants. The Octavinelle second year looks none too displeased by this conclusion]. “Haven’t had a reflex test like that in a minute. What a rush!”

“E-exit interview now?! Is this really the time for any of us to-....[VULGARITY REDACTED] don’t be dead, wake up!!! Wake up!!!” [Mr Shroud begins shaking the Ramshackle Prefect, who he seems to have tackled in order to shield them from the blast.]

—-

The world swims back into view in a blur of sound and images. The smell of smoke fills your nostrils and you’re vaguely aware of someone shouting. The ache on your head draws more immediate attention. Slowly, though, the hazy blob of blue and white resolve themselves into Idia’s face, hovering over you and looking like he’s about to throw up.

“What…”

“Oh thank god.” He groans, head dropping as he finally stops shaking you.

“Ehhhh, Shrimpy’s alive.” Floyd leans over him to check on you, earring dangling until it nearly brushes your face. “Almost had me worried for a sec there.”

“You’re not hurt are you?? Is it bleeding? Did something stick you? What year is it?”

The questions just made you feel dizzy. You look around, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. You were standing in what initially looked like a bombed out ruin. The other ghosts were gathered around what you guessed was probably the remains of the oven, dousing it with water and wind spells. Some tiny orange flickers kept darting around them, chattering in a high pitched bell tone you couldn’t understand. You turn back towards your own group. A ghost hovers over all three of you, the one you recognize from the interview at the start. “...Was anyone hurt?”

He sighs, turning off his tape recorder. “Aside from you three, the only other occupants of the room at the time were ghosts. Thanks to Mr. Leech’s quick thinking and Mr. Shroud tackling you out of the way, you were all shielded, though likely a little rattled by how far you were thrown.”

You look back up at Idia, both of you seeming to notice at the exact same time that he’s still half on top of you. The hair on his head turns fuschia and he pulls off you immediately. You catch his hand before he does though.

“....Thanks” You say, trying to ignore the heat in your own face. It worsens the color tremendously, and for a moment it looks like he can’t decide what expression to make. He settles for nodding, before pulling his hands back to bury his face in them.

Floyd waves a bit to catch your attention, holding up his index and ring finger. “How many fingers am I holding up.”

“Two.”

“How about now?”

“Mr. Leech!”

You laugh, though it aches a little, and reach over to push his middle finger down. “None now.”

“Perfect, still got all the important bits.” He reaches over to pat Idia’s leg. “No harm done, Anglerfish. Shame about the dish though.” He sighs, glancing over at the ghosts. “Maaan that’s a bummer. After all that work I kinda wanted the victory speech.”

“Don’t speak too soon, Mr. Leech!” The head chef calls, lifting his head from the cluster of ghosts still gathered around the oven. “We may have something salvageable!”

“What?!” All of you lift your heads in unison towards him.

“The blast seems to have knocked it skyward rather than consumed it. As we can’t call the judges back in here, we’ll have to test it ourselves. However…” A handful of the kitchen staffs gather around the blackened-serving dish, sticking a fork in the pan and lifting it to their mouths. All of you watch with bated breath, even Floyd is silent as you stare across the smoking husk of the kitchen.

One by one, they chew. Swallow. Consider. Then, one at a time, all three of them send a burst of magical light into the area that shapes into a glittering number.

10.

You don’t know who laughs first. And maybe its the stress of the day, or the chaos of five minutes ago. Maybe it really is just genuinely that funny. Once one of you starts to giggle though, it catches on with the other two like its contagious, all three of you helpless to it. Even Idia, who curls in further on himself to try and muffle a high-pitched, wheezing laughter you’d never heard before.

You’d won.

A loud cry of distress manages to startle all of you out of it. Across the ruins, Crowley drops to his knees in the grass. It’s hard to make out what he’s saying at that distance, or if he’s even speaking at all. Regardless, it’s pretty clear that he’s sobbing. The interview ghost perks up remarkably once he spots him. “Must go get a comment from him….Congratulations to you two on passing.” He nods to you as he drifts towards the weeping Headmage.

“I’m…in s-so much trouble.” Idia says, still fighting hard to get a handle on the nervous giggling.

“Sure are.” Floyd sighs contently, flopping back on the ashy ground. “But maaaan was that fun. After this, you gotta come do it to the ovens in the Lounge, alright?”

“I think Azul might have a problem with that.” You let your weight rest back on your hands as you stretch out. The new lump on the back of your head still hurt, but it had at least stopped throbbing in pain.

“Pfffft, whatever….oh, hey!” Floyd sat up, like he just remembered. “We passed. That means you still owe me dinner!”

You blinked, only to burst out laughing when you realized what he was talking about. “I guess I do.”

“You have to cook for Firefly Squid too, alright? Only fair.” He yanked on Idia’s hoodie, making him yelp.

“When did I become a part of this…” He mutters, brushing himself off.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You say quickly. “But….I wouldn’t mind you coming along.”

He stares at you for a second, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re messing with him. You wonder if he was aware that Floyd had called it a date. You wondered if he’d mind.

You wondered if you’d mind.

“.....Fine.” He sighs, but just as he turns his head you can see the barest trace of a smile. “As long as I don’t have to mess with any ovens.”

“Promise. Though, I don’t think I can guarantee a lack of explosions.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #culinary crucible #idia shroud #floyd leech #idia x reader #floyd x reader #fic #long post #commission fic

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Helllo rudeboy! I am still following you on Instagram and honestly wondered about you recently. I am not into emo bands anymore I still listen to Tøp but I try to keep in touch with my old internet friends / idols if they are still around.. ahhhh this is me confessing to you a bit 😆 I'm kind glad yuiezi brought me to your new profile and I can tell you how I looked up to you as a teenager, your confidence made me giddy when I wanted to express myself online more. Okay and for your q and a I'll also ask what's your favorite foods to eat :3

Holy, a real OG in the metaphysical flesh.

The emo will never leave me, I just keep changing the flavour of emo I ingest tbh. I've also had some TØP leaking back into my listenings, they sure know how to music, love those guys♡

I'm honestly flattered, and very glad that my edgy ass energy and willingness to be myself, whoever that was at the time, was meaningful to you, and anyone else. Even me, I know I was something else at times but I'm still like, hell yeah younger me, you were kind of a badass. Just doin whatever. Good for that little bastard, I hope whatever perpetual timeloop that guys living through, he remembers how sick he is y'know, rooting for him. Rooting for your younger self too☆

Alright. So,

Ramen. Curry. Sushi.

I like spicy ramen with seaweed and egg, I love to have mushrooms and meat too, just load that bowl.

When it comes to curry, I really prefer Japanese style with chicken thighs and a cacophony of veggies with Naan bread, or butterchicken. I really like chicken btw.

And sushi. Oh lord. I love it a lot, but I be spending way too fucking much when I order it, and probably eat near lethal amounts of shrimp every time I do (yes, I'm still all about the fucking shrimp.)

I've also been really into chocolate strawberries lately, not sure how long that will last, but I'm a fucking Monster for chocolate as always.

I could probably go on about food for 9 million years, but I think that should suffice for now

#Q&A

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Thoughts on Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it pt.4

Not Eli just crouching in the corner

"Remember Simba" 🦁

Damn imagine that's how Derek introduced Eli to the pack💀 took him to the look out place/point? and held him up like Simba but he's a little wolf pup🐺 "and all the dragons roared as one" (srry I've been watching alot of Hotd)

Really fucked up of you to have Derek stabbed like that infront of his son who has no way of knowing his dad's not actually dead

Why'd they fall down the stairs?

nah grl ur fam got themselves killed

How poetic of Nogi 📜✒

"I can do this" or not

I stand by the idea that the only reason Eli didn't pass out was bc there wasn't a mirror around 😂

Poor Malia, she obviously cares about Eli very much

Oh, so we just out here stabbing ourselves now? Interesting development in our tale

Also that's the rock I'm talking about, the one where Derek could've brought baby Eli😂

"Can't we just call Stiles?" Is what he was going to stay

why is Jackson eating in every scene😂

...

....

🎶walk him like a dog, sis, walk him like a dog🎶

Second hand embarrassment 😳 Peter why they got you on the floor like that😭💀

I'm weak. Yes, Peter we can see the blood 5 feet infront of you, and you would've seen it too if you had been STANDING

What happend to that scene where Peter was reprimanding Malia "can you at least try to behave more human" We just throwing that out the window😭

Okay I'm done now, I swear

Jackson amd Malia both not understanding a word out of Lydia's mouth😂 (bc they were supposed to be the same person)

Anytime Scott opens his mouth Allison like *pokey stab* *pokey stab"

"...the moment you stabbed me" sir you stabbed urself 🤦‍♀️

If its all mountain ash then why could Malia, Parrish, and Jackson all walk on it?

Scott: "You remember" Allison: Bitch *kicks*

Malia and Parrish aren't bad, but one I don't think Malia should be in a relationship and two idk there's no background for it

Ahhh Victoria 😱

She is right, history does have a shit ton of handsome killers. So what have we learned? don't trust pretty people😂

I mean, personally I think Kate deserved it. Plus it's not like she stayed dead, so no harm done🤷‍♀️

Wonder how long Derek's been tryna wake Eli up 🤔

Just an illusion... I'll come back go this plot point later

Ew Scott put that thing away🤢

You know what Allison, if you think he's lying why don't you tell us how you think you died hmmm

Derek still being 🥇 supportive dad for Eli when they're in a hostage situation 💀

Hikari sounds so annoyed at this whole thing, I love her, she just wants to go back to her Ramen restaurant😂

Ain't nobody told Melissa about the devine move last time?

Nah, the other one Parrish 🙄

Boy it's been a recurring thing for years, you've just been too busy in London

Poor Isaac, did he get anything?

um Jackson, and Lydia, and Stiles. We just said his name sweetie

Well shit that's not his problem that you don't remember

"There's no such thing as fate" "There's no such thing as werewolves" why did you do this to me😭😭😭

If your a werewolf hunter shouldn't you know what ur supposed to do to help with wolfsbane

I'd be the same Eli. Gonna get a zillion diseases from his evil nasty ass hand🤮

He's trying, stop shaming him Nogi🙄

oop- Derek said I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch, here me roar

He has bad memories with road flares😬

"Scott you're my brother. So if you're gonna do this...your just going to have to take me with you then" ooooh now I just made myself cry😭😭😭

glowsticks😁

Derek: "Eli, did you see that? Did you see your eyes" Eli: "How the hell am I supposed to see my eyes, they're the things i use to see" 🤣🤣🤣

That is the best line! The best line!🤣

Damn Nogi why you so loud, it's not that deep 😒

That was kinda simple to bring Allison back to less homicidal

Oh we playing chess again, cool. Still don't know how to play😬

Scott got drampled by a herd of deer, Eli got trampled by a heard of hormonal, halfwits (lesser known Peter line) I'll take the deer thanks 👍

"I'm still in love with you" awwww 🥺❤ we know Scott, we know

So how could Jackson able to even touch the mountain ash? Is it bc he's a chimera even though they were supposed to be impossible unless they were genetically altered by the dread doctors?... Jeff explain.

Ow, poor Eli, now he knows the struggle😂

ahahaha Adrian woke up and chose violence lmoa

The main reason this is so funny to me is bc Mr. Harris was always so nice to Jackson wtf happend

How does he know about everyone? Oh well Monroe. But still, I like to believe he was a failed emissary & for people complaining about Harris "being back from the dead" they never actually found his body. I kept waiting for the series to finish that plot line but they never did so I'm pleased that he's the villian (which I predicted he was😁) I'm just confused on his motives and wish they explained it better

How did they ruin your life? And um didn't jennifer choose u herself 🤨 also I seem to remember you saying you helped crazy darach lady so u made ur damn self a loose end🥱

he's right he was in London 🇬🇧

but uh jackson honey, for future reference maybe don't talk when there's a man with a loaded gun, just you know, just in case he decides to shoot u👍

I say we yell fire 🔥

So what's the other layers and their purposes? Is the Nogitsune actually in their layer of the illusion bc remember when Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Kira were in an illusion with the "Nogitsune" but he was just another illusion bc he was really outside w/ Derek and the twins🤔

Poor Derek, hasn't he been through enough, now he's afraid he fucked his son up by protecting him

i will add to this thou, I've seen a few people say that Derek is too much like Clarke Kent and that he would have a completely different parenting style and while I do somewhat agree we have to remember that people tend to act different around their family and especially with their kids than they are with other people. It's also been a lot of years where he has changed alot to fit having to raise a child by himself (who tf is Eli's mom and where is she?; Jeff said he wanted to explore that in another movie) plus he had to change, S2 Derek would be a terrible father and Eli would've been so fucked up

That cute little wave and the smile back 😊

Wish Stiles would've popped up, he could've been in Jackson place being threatened at gun point (it would make more sense bc Harris hated him) he didn't know why Lydia left, and he would've been the one to tell her it was just a dream

Even if it was a premonition (which I don't think it was, I think fear is a powerful thing and it manipulates you and when you've spent your whole teen years like them just constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, well...) you can't outrun fate

They wail in grief 😔

*clink* *falls to the ground with dramatic gasp* 💀

I still wanna know who the hell Greenburg was

Also calling Scott Greenburg still would be like 30...

Yea ur sons on the field 😁👏👏👏

Flashes to when Stiles was scoring all thos goals in season 2 and everyone was cheering for him🥺👏👏👏

"My dad was actually right. I'm actually pretty good" 😎

omg not him forgetting about his currently hostage father😭💀

Wonder how Derek feels listening to all this 😂

well no shit it's not over, did you forget that ur dead ex ain't the problem anymore smh

Pt.4-5

#teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #scott mccall #allison argent #derek hale #peter hale #eli hale #malia tate #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #stiles stilinski #jordan parrish #hikari zhang #melissa mccall #liam dunbar #mason hewitt #noah stilinski #isaac lahey

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Rotten Ribbons

Chapter Eight

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he tried to cook, but it didn't go as planned. he had made a mess of his kitchen, flour was scattered on the apron he wore, and all over the counters, who knew making bread rolls was so hard! he already prepared a simple meal of ramen, but he wanted to add something more to it. and now his kitchen was a mess he'd have to clean up later, the ramen was getting cold since he made it to early, and he just used brick ramen anyway. . . he can't cook for shit!

with a frustrated huff, he threw the ramen container in the trash, grumbling under his breath about how shitty this was. he had barely managed to keep a lid on the ramen after pouring it all over the counter. what a mess.

"ugh, why is this so horrible" he sighed, pulling his hair into a messy bun and looking at the recipe again, "why do I even need salt for something that's supposed to be sweet? it's banana bread!"

there was a knock at the door, and it happened to be you, he rushed over to the door, not even bothering to take off the flour covered apron. when he opened the door you took one look at him and began laughing.

"You look like a mess Aizawa!" you snickered "anywho, how's the cooking going?"

"oh it's. . . fine." he lied, avoiding eye contact.

You raised an eyebrow at his response, clearly not buying his lie. "hm. . . okay?"

"Look, I'm just. . . not the greatest at cooking. . ." he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I can tell" you chuckled again, setting the box you were carrying on the flour covered counter. "I also made some mint scones for dessert, but I think we might have to clean this mess up first. . ."

"We? no no no, I made the mess, I'll clean it up" he insisted, grabbing a small broom and dustpan from the linen closet, and began sweeping the mess off the counters "we can just order takeout"

"or we can cook together?" you offered with a grin, picking up the ramen and rice ball ingredients. "I know your favorite food is ramen, so I thought we could start there."

"...i guess you're right..." he relented.

"good!" you grinned at the defeated tone he spoke with and set the groceries back on the counter before heading towards the oven and grabbing a pot to boil the water. as you wanted for the water to boil, you offered a scone to Aizawa while he waited.

"I feel like I should be helping, not eating the scones you brought." he deadpanned, shaking the flour off his apron

"I don't trust you near an oven, Aizawa." you deadpanned "not after what I saw"

"wow" he had a hurt expression, before sighing "I mean I wouldn't trust myself near an over either. but still."

you chuckled, shaking your head before continuing to gather ingredients. after the water had begun boiling, you had managed to gather everything you needed, which included a large bowl of water, a wooden spoon, a plate of maruchan noodle bricks, and two plates that you filled with the extra ingredients.

"can you cut these?" you gestured to the two plates of extra ingredients.

"yeah, sure," aizawa grabbed a knife from the knife block and began cutting the Ingredients at the dining table as you cooked the noodles

once the noodles were done you added the broth seasoning packets because you were too lazy to make regular broth. Aizawa handed you the chopped ingredients and you began preparing the bowls.

"And. . . Done!" you said happily as you set the two bowls on the table before looking for the silverware. "uhh. . . where's your silverware at?"

"that drawer." he gestures to the drawer between the fridge and oven.

"thanks." you went to grab two forks, and handed one to him.

He slid the fork into the bowl of ramen and stirred the noodles before adding a bit of sauce.

the two of you ate quietly for a few moments.

"hey um, about the other day. . ." he began "I'm really sorry for taking you for granted even though you cooked for me, and then saved this night by cooking for us. . . again"

"oh it's fine, it's really not a big deal," you smiled, before taking another bite of ramen. "really"

he stared down at his bowl in disbelief. "so you just forgive me without a second thought?"

you rolled your eyes playfully before taking a bite of noodles. "of course, why wouldn't I?"

". . . because I was an asshole who took what you did for granted, and then when I try to properly thank you you have to go and save the day" he deadpanned

"well don't you need a break from saving the day? Mr underground hero." you laughed, pointing your fork at him teasingly.

"what's that suppose to mean?"

you looked up at him, feigning innocence and shrugging "you've been working hard lately."

"so you think I haven't worked hard enough?" he smirked mockingly.

"no way, you're working harder than ever!" you retorted defensively. "your literally a teacher and a pro hero! how are you not exhausted?"

"I mean I get 8 hours of sleep every day. . . I think" he admitted, blushing lightly and running his fingers through his dark hair, scratching lightly at the back of his head.

"okay, whatever you say Aizawa." you shook your head and picked up your drink. "now, about the normal dinner topics, what are your interests?" you asked curiously, leaning forward and resting the plastic rim against your lips once more.

he shrugged. "I mean I like cats." he then stood of and made a pot of coffee

"uhh, you realize it's like 7pm right?"

"yeah? and?" he turned around to face you with a mug full of hot coffee in hand.

"and what do you plan on doing for your evening once I leaveif I may ask?" you asked.

a mischievous grin slowly spread across his face as he walked towards your, standing behind you. "sleeping, I'm exhausted"

"I mean I can leave now if you want."

"no, finish eating at least while I think of conversation topics" he protested

"I can just look some up" you pulled out your phone and searched 'conversation topics for dinner with a friend' and quoted one "number one, what's a super common thing you've never done or experienced?"

"getting shampoo in my eyes" he curtly responded drinking his scorching hot coffee with a deadpan expression

"two things" you began "one, how the hell have you not gotten Soap in your eyes with that mop on your head? and two, that just come out the pot, isn't it hot?"

"how dare you speak to my hair like that!" he exclaimed, acting offended. "don't talk about my hair with such disrespect!"

"sorry" you chuckled "so, number two, opinion of pineapples on pizza" you asked

"never." he answered simply, sitting back down at the table. "I feel like the only fruit that should go on a pizza is tomatoes, and that's only for the sauce"

you continued to scroll through questions "number three, If you could choose anyone, who would you have narrate your inner monologue?"

"Kevan Brighting" you both said at the same time before laughing a bitawkwardly.

"um... okay." you giggled nervously, not used to having conversations quite like these with someone you didn't know very well yet. it wasn't like your relationship was completely new, you had met before, but it seemed like you would have to reacquaint yourself with each other sooner than later...

"these questions kind of suck. . . maybe we could just watch a movie or something" you offered "Maybe The Mask?"

"sure, I like that movie" he kneeled down to go through his CDs, and pulled out The Mask after a minute or so of searching. "here it is."

after putting on the DVD, you turned towards Aizawa and noticed he was already asleep. you decided to sit and finish the movie after covering him with a blanket covered with kitties.

you then wrote a note that said: 'I took care of the dishes and then went home, I hope that was okay!' before standing up and grabbing your bag, and heading home

once you got home you greeted your Norwegian Forest cat, Fudge, with a smile before feeding them and heading to bed. as you stared up at the ceiling, you thought about how funny it was that Aizawa wasn't great at cooking, maybe you could teach him sometime? or at least, he'd get better if you helped him a lot more often

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Death Note, meet Supernatural- CHAPTER 6

Relationships: L (Death Note)/Reader, L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s)

Summary: What if Death Note existed in a world with Winchesters in it? Would L finally have the evidence he needs to prove Light is Kira? How will L fare in a world where monsters are real and not every case is solvable by him? Lucky for him, there's a hunter here to work side-by-side with him.

Chapter Summary: Just spending time with team. Medium-ish interaction with L.

Chapter 6: Bantering and Resting

A table has been brought in and everyone is assembled in chairs around them. There are 2 serving trays emitting steam and delicious aromas. Mouth watering, I shake off Misa and head towards the food. To my disappointment, I recognize none of it except rice with fish which I can’t eat.

Watari greets me, “What shall I serve for you, Miss? I imagine you must be quite hungry.”

I puff up my cheeks and shrug, “I’m vegetarian, is there anything in here I can eat?”

“Oh, we did not know that. I’m sorry. Well, you can have some tea and cake. There are also grilled rice balls with soy sauce. The rest of it contains meat, I’m afraid. I could make some ramen if you’d like. Won’t take 10 minutes.”

“Ramen sounds good. Just point me to the kitchen and I’ll make it myself. You can get started on dinner here.”

“That’s kind of you but it’s no trouble. This dinner is for you after all. Please start eating and I’ll bring your ramen shortly.”

Nodding, I get a cup of tea and a couple of those rice balls. Everyone has already started eating. L has got his own trolley loaded with sweets and it’s half-empty by now. Misa has made herself very comfortable on Light’s lap while the dude looks as uncomfortable as Dean in shorts. She’s chatting away at him at lightspeed. Wanting to avoid that area, I move to the other side of the table to find the only empty seat beside Matsui. If I take that one, Misa will never shut up about it. Lord…I need booze. Now. Except there’s not a drop in sight. Is this some kind of freak alcohol-free zone? Sure, Light and Misa are underage and L doesn’t look like he’d handle liquor well but what about the grown-ups? Surely they drank. Chief seems a little holier-than-thou to ask and since I’m avoiding Matsui for now, that leaves Moji. Finishing my plate, I head over to him.

“Hi Moji, enjoying dinner?”

He looks startled at my appearance but recovers quickly, “Sure, Miss Anne. Are you?”

“I’d enjoy it a lot more if I had something to wash it down with,” I whisper.

“There’s always more tea.”

“Come on, man. I’m talking about the strong stuff. Where’d you keep that stash?”

Moji looks scandalized. “We don’t drink here. Everything is non-alcoholic.”

“Well, I cannot be non-alcoholic. I’ll get my own stuff if you don’t have any.”

Ignoring his offended gasp, I head over to my duffle bag and get my wallet filled with Yen. There’s nothing more I want to do than eat and sleep but my dinner is only riceballs and ramen. Shopping for lots of junk food, and alcohol too, will go a long way to keep my sanity. Seeing me heading out, Misa calls after me, “You can’t leave! You haven’t even talked to me or eaten anything!”

“I’m just doing a quick beer run 'cause you guys don’t have any. Be back in 20.”

“Oh, okay. But hurry. I’ll save some cake for you before Ryuzaki eats it all.”

Hearing the threat to his cake, L calmly proclaims, “Watari will bring more from the kitchen for her. This is mine. Hands off, Misa.”

Listening to their fading bickering sounds with Light trying to keep the peace, I feel my lips curl up. They are just children. One is the world’s greatest detective and the two could be serial killers with no memories of it. Introducing them to the world of monsters could be the last straw on the camel’s back. Especially L. The guy relies on logic and facts- knowing that something is beyond his control can crack his brain. Great, I’m already worried about the little weirdo. Blame his stupid eyes and stupid hair and stupid lips. Slippery slope. Screw beer, we’re going with wine tonight.

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The room seems livelier when I get back. I hand the bags to Watari after taking out a bag of chips and a bottle of wine for myself. “Please help yourself and others to whatever you like. Unload the rest in the kitchen. Also, can I have a glass for my drink?” He nods and points towards a steaming bowl of spicy-looking ramen which I make a beeline for saying, “Thanks, Watari!” His answering chuckle fades away as it’s just me and the food now. After slurping down almost half the bowl in minutes, cause it’s freaking delicious, the conversation around me registers.

Misa is calling L a pervert because he won’t uncuff Light even for their date. Why does L want to be the third wheel with those two if they’re Kiras is beyond…no wait. I understand. Maybe he’s hoping they’ll play 20 criminals on their dates. Hehe. I’m hilarious, I think. Flashes of dumb jokes, late nights, and stupid, deep-belly laughter pass through my mind. Gut-wrenching pain follows, guilt right on the heels. Swallowing becomes difficult so I drain the entire wine glass in one go.

“I have nothing against alcohol but if you’re an alcoholic , you must leave the team.”

Fixing L with my best glare, I snap, “Says the addict. Go to sugar-rehab yourself before giving me ultimatums.”

“I’m not addicted to sugar. I can stop anytime I want. I don’t because sugar helps me think.”

“I’m not addicted to alcohol. I can stop anytime I want. I don’t because alcohol helps me tolerate you.”

“You barely know me.”

“ You barely know me and you’ve already labeled me an alcoholic.”

“You drained the glass in one go.”

“I had difficulty swallowing.”

“Ah, my apologies. So you’re not an alcoholic. Just someone who doesn’t know how to eat. No problem. Shall I instruct Watari to cut up your food into small pieces for you? He can spoon-feed you, too.”

I want to scream and tear my hair out. I want to scream and tear his hair out.

Except there’s no scorn in L’s eyes, just concern. Looking at him, I realize his words are genuine and well-meaning. There’s no doubt he’s socially awkward. Must have trouble with many things. And now he’s taking my words at face value and trying to help me. To my horror, my eyes start stinging. Figuring hugs wouldn’t be well received just yet , I settle for a genuine, bright smile. L looks alarmed and I tone it down so I don’t resemble the Joker.

“Thank you, L- Ryuzaki. But it was just a one-time thing. My mind was elsewhere so…don’t worry about me.”

“Hm. Be careful so you don’t choke to death stuffing your cakehole and do Kira’s work for him.”

There’s that barely-there smile again with a twinkle in Bambi eyes.

Pitter-patter goes my ticker.

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Despite the dinner being in my honor, nobody pays much attention to me except L. Throughout the meal, we keep looking at each other, not even trying to hide it. There are so many questions I want to ask him but none of them are related to the case. I want to know where he grew up and what his favorite sweet is and does he watch movies or not. Though he is a smart-ass, his voice is better than any ASMR I’ve tried. It’d be impossible for me to get tired of listening to him when he’s not being a little shit obviously.

At some point, the food and wine are all gone and I’m just sitting looking at him. He’s doing the same so I don’t feel terribly self-conscious. His tilted head makes him look even more adorable. I should be taking the time to know more about the team but I’m beat right now. In preparation for coming here, a lot of security had to be reviewed and installed back home. My absence was dangerous but the Kira case needs solving. I almost didn’t want to come but staying under the radar was hard when I was in the States. Hopefully, they’d just figure I’d gone deep underground with my precious cargo, prepared to strike. Although I was confident everything would be fine, it was impossible not to worry. On top of that, the 14 hours flight to Tokyo was barely manageable thanks to my claustrophobia. I got a couple of hours of shut-eye but felt terribly nauseous after waking up. Since then, I've been running on fumes.

Right now, slightly tipsy with my belly full and the most hypnotizing eyes staring at me, my eyes start to droop. I know from experience that falling asleep in a chair would make me very sore so I summon all my willpower to get up. To my surprise, the room is empty save Light, Misa, L and me. Misa has fallen asleep in Light’s lap and he’s about to doze off too. L could not be more awake if he were an owl, considering the amount of sugar he’d consumed. Giving him a sleepy wave, and mumbling a “G’night”, I head to my room.

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The morning after my mouth tastes like butt, multiple someones are hammering my head and my body aches everywhere. Peeling my eyes open is a challenge but when I get them to focus, I see a glass of water, an aspirin with some dry toast and orange juice as a personal treat. I make a mental note to thank Watari later and immediately chug down the pill with water and even though the food looks appetizing, brushing my teeth comes first. Groaning, I piteously make my way to the bathroom and make it back to bed in record time, mouth fresh now. The toast feels perfect right now even though I can only nibble, not bite. Orange juice is skipped because I feel nauseous and don’t want any fluids in me. Head still pounding and body still hurting, I sink back into the bed, Morpheus already pulling me under.

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The next time I wake up, I feel heavy. Good heavy you feel when you’ve had deep, uninterrupted sleep in a long time. Basking in the sensation a bit longer, I start planning my day. Shower first, supernatural second. Today will be spent comfortably indoors reviewing all Kira case data. Taking a long shower, complete with hair wash and exfoliating, I feel like a new, cheerful person. The building that felt eerie yesterday now looks full of possibilities (It also helps the EMF in my hand picks up no readings).

Everyone, save Misa (thank God), is already in the briefing room when I arrive. A couple of new sofas have been placed near the table from last night. Some greetings are directed my way and I hand out smiles and nods. L and Light are stationed in front of the screen. “Hello bo-”, the words feel wrong, these are not my boys.

I clear my throat, “Hey guys, any new updates?”

“Here you are. Had a good rest, Anne? Ryuzaki and I have been at this all morning but nothing new from Yotsuba or elsewhere”, replies Light.

A cup of tea is thrust toward me by a tired-looking L. The guy has apparently pulled an all-nighter. Not that he can’t pull off the raccoon look but sleep is important. As we’re not close enough that I can order him to bed, my displeasure shows through my pursed lips. The tea tastes surprisingly normal as I expected L to have put a bajillion sugar cubes in it. On second thought, it’s exactly as I take it. My heart lifts as I wonder if he pays me special attention. The raccoon in question speaks up, “Here is your laptop with all the data in it. If you try to take it out of the building, it will self-destruct.”

“Thanks for the show of trust honey, really warms my heart.”

Settling down on the sofa, I get comfortable. It’s research time.

A/N: From next chapter, supernatural view is coming in!

Please leave ❣️, comments and reblogs if you enjoyed this! CHAPTER 7

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ghosty-dot-com · 9 months

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MIDNIGHT | Alex x OC

TIMELINE: takes place three months after MW 2019

*this thing is LONG so have fun!*

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Eden walked up the stairs of the apartment building, exhaustion taking over her as her heavy military boots thudded against them. She had her jacket slung over her shoulder and her hair was messier than when she had left her apartment.

As she trudged down the hallway, her neighbor--an older man named Hank--stepped out of his apartment. He was dressed in an old sweatshirt, black pants, and wore a pair of Hey Dude shoes.

"Late night?" He asked and Eden nodded, chuckling a little.

"Just got back from deployment." Eden said with a tired sigh. "Figured I'd reward myself with boiled ramen and a warm shower."

Hank gave her look before straightening up, Eden knowing exactly what he was planning.

Since she had met her veteran neighbor, he always treated her like a daughter. Eden knew his kids never paid him any visits, and when they did, they only wanted things from him. She hated seeing his greedy, selfish children do that, and Eden always made him something to give after they would leave.

Having Hank filled the emptiness Eden felt whenever she missed her godfather, John Price. She herself didn't have parents and even now as she stood in front of Hank who sifted through his wallet, she wanted to cry from how thoughtful he was.

This deployment had been rough. She lost friends...she lost Alex.

Alex... The thought of him almost brought her to tears, but she wasn't going to cry in front of the older man in front of her. He didn't need to hear about what she experienced there nor did he need to see her finally break from the grief she felt.

"How about this, kid," Hank said as he patted her on the shoulder. "If you're free right now and willing to do so, would you like to come with me to get something to eat?"

While Eden wanted to go into her apartment, shower, then cry herself to sleep, she pocketed her keys and pulled on her jacket.

"Lead the way."

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Eden slurped the ramen noodles down like it was the first thing she had eaten in days. She didn't care about how desperate she looked or how messy it was. The flavors made her hum in satisfaction as she leaned back in her chair and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"This is the best thing I've eaten in months." Eden said with a chuckle when she saw Hank watching her with an amused grin on his face. "All I ate were rations or the nasty freeze dried food."

Hank chuckled. "Well, I'm glad to have my daughter-neighbor back. I missed our battle storytelling."

Eden chuckled, nodding her head as they went into a comfortable silence. She stared at the TV playing a Japanese drama and read the subtitles underneath. She stirred her broth with the spoon she used as her mind started to drift off to think about Alex.

She almost started to cry when the memory of that kiss he gave her before he went with Farah made her jaw tighten to keep herself together. She couldn't cry. Not in front of Hank and not in the middle of a Japanese restaurant. His last words to her repeated themselves in her mind over and over again.

I won't be late this time. I promise...

Eden turned back to her broth and started to drink it with her spoon. She wanted to have him there with her--wanted to kiss him again and go on a proper date this time rather than be on a battlefield killing people.

Dating comrades was a big no-no, but Eden didn't care. All she wanted was him, but now he's gone...and he's never coming back...

"I know that look." Hank spoke as he looked at her. "I see it in all the veterans I counsel."

"What?"

"Who was your battle buddy?"

Eden shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek as she resisted the urge to sob.

"I don't want to put this all on you, Hank. You brought me with you to celebrate my return from deployment. Not to give an off-record therapy session."

"You're my friend." Hank said softly yet firmly. "You're young, and you've seen horrors even I probably can't imagine, and I want to help anyway I can."

Eden gave him a sad smile as she wiped her eyes. She glanced to the other people around who either ate in silence or had quiet conversations.

"Well...uh, I saw my godfather when I was deployed. Haven't seen him in years so it was nice. Met some new people, became friends..."

Could she even talk about Alex without crying like she did on the drive home? Could she keep her cool in the restaurant full of people as she recounted his death?

"My battle buddy was Alex Keller." She said, her voice slightly wavering as she put her hands in her lap and leaned back in her chair. "He, uh, died nobly. Sacrificed himself to save all of us and destroy a weapon. I can't go into detail about it, but—"

"You watched him die." Hank spoke solemnly as he leaned forward. "I know the feeling."

Eden looked at him, curiosity pricking in her mind as she watched him exhale deeply. He looked at his hands, shrugging his shoulders and shifting in his seat.

"We called her Rainer. Name was Uma Wilkins. She was our combat medic and the one who saved our asses half the time."

"What happened?"

Hank went silent for a moment before he answered.

"A bullet found its home in her skull. To this day, I still feel pieces of her splattered on my face and stuck in my hair even though I am in the safety of my home."

"I'm sorry." Eden said softly as she wiped her eyes. "Guess the world hasn't been so kind to us in awhile huh?"

"You could say that, but how I see it is that God gave you the life he did so you can save others from it. You save lives and protect those who could be effected by war. To others, you're a hero. And to Alex, you were most definitely worth every sacrifice he could have made. He protected you, and he protected his comrades."

Eden gave him a smile, tears flooding her eyes but she wiped them away before she even gave herself a chance to cry.

"The last thing he said to me was he wouldn't be late." She laughed a little, tears continuing to stream down her face as she looked at her hands. "It was a joke about how he was always late to friend outings and whatnot, but he told me he would meet me with a couple others... Promised he wouldn't be late to meet there."

Eden remembered seeing Farah's saddened gaze when she had asked about him. She could never forget about it, and everyday she thinks about the kiss he gave her before he died. It was so soft...so desperate and intimate that she almost forgot they were destroying Barkov's base. He had caressed her face and gently cupped her cheek when he did it, gloved fingers tugging at the short locks of hair she once had before cutting it.

"To Alex." Hank raised his glass of tea in a respectful toast to the man's name. "From what I know, he was a good man, and his sacrifice saved his comrades."

Eden smiled and raised her glass. "To Alex."

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Eden stayed out longer to roam around after Hank went home. Tucson, at night, felt more alive, especially in the downtown area where couples or college kids went around to the bars or went the theatre to watch a movie. A lot of the individuals around her thanked her for her service and a couple even offered to buy her drinks when they saw her pass by. Most of them were drunk so she kindly refused the offer but thanked them anyway.

She found herself in front of a mural painted on the back of a building, her eyes looking over the colors in the dim light and smiling a little when she saw hers and Alex's initials still spray-painted on below the design.

That day, when this particular piece was made, Alex and Eden were offered to add onto it by the original artist. Eden ran her fingers over the red wings she painted and the broken halo in the middle. She had painted her call sign on there too: Hawk.

Alex's art was below hers. He painted a flaming skull (with her help) and put an American flag in the flames and put his call sign there too: Echo. Their initials "A + E" were in white and then the original artist's mural combined theirs to create one to thank soldiers for their service. Eden and Alex remembered how kind the artist was and how the young woman told them about her stepfather being in the military before retiring. The two met her parents that day and they treated them out for lunch.

That day--it was one Eden cherished since it was considered an official date with him. He used to speak about it all the time when they would spend weekends together or if they were working mentally draining missions.

Eden started to cry as she ran her fingers over his painting before saluting it. She needed to say goodbye, and this was the last piece of him she needed to let go of....

"Are you okay?"

Eden looked to her left to see a college kid there. The young girl was dressed in casual clothes: oversized shirt, black joggers, and converse. Her hair was pulled back and glasses rested on her face. She held the cross-body strap of her bag as she looked at Eden with concern.

"Yeah, um, I..." Eden didn't know what to say as she looked back at the painted wall.

"You're the woman I met, right? Hawk, right?"

"I'm Eden right now. Hawk is my work name. You're the girl who painted this, huh?"

"Yep. I was just walking to my car but I saw you and...yeah... I wanted to make sure you were okay before I walked over to it."

"I'll be okay. I'm just wandering... Looking for closure I guess."

The girl nodded, not wanting to pry out of respect for Eden and she slowly walked by.

"Well, it was nice to see you again. I'm guessing you'll want some time alone so I'll be on my way."

Eden watched the girl walk to her car, her chest tightening as she turned away to walk down the street. She was thankful she didn't live too far from this area, but it was going to be a long, silent walk.

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When the Lieutenant finally trudged through her front door and closed it, Eden finally let herself sob uncontrollably. She made her way down the hall to the shower, stripping off her clothes, tossing her uniform into the clothing basket hanging on the door, then turned on the shower. She leaned against the sink as she cried, tears dripping into the bowl and her nose started to run.

When she looked into the mirror, she almost didn't recognize herself.

Since getting the injury on the side of her head, she had to cut it all off, leaving it now in a shaggy style with the underside shaved. Stitches could be seen in the healing wound.

Her eyes trailed to the new set of scars on the nape of her neck and the scar on her hip. Both from different caliber bullets, but one messed up the hearing in her one ear. She didn't need a hearing aid thankfully, but it was a close call to passing the hearing test to stay in active duty.

Eden looked at her freckled face, seeing the red bags under her eyes from sobbing and restless, sleepless nights. The more she stared at herself, the more she wanted to shatter her mirror with her fist.

"You didn't save him." She spoke to her reflection, eyes narrowed into a glare. "He died because of Price."

Deep down, she knew it wasn't true, but placing blame on someone else but herself felt like the only thing to do. She was only doing what she was ordered to do, and leaving Alex was an order given. To be completely fair, Eden could have chosen to disobey, but knowing how risky it was, all that mattered was making sure that gas never got to be released by Barkov.

After taking a quick and cold shower, Eden changed into just a t-shirt. Exhaustion finally set in as she fell onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. If her neighbors heard, she would feel bad, but the screaming needed to be let out.

Eden screamed for what felt like hours until her phone buzzed. She lifted her head, sucking in a breath and clearing her throat before answering.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse and scratchy when she spoke.

"Hey, Ed." It was Price

"Hey, John. Whats wrong? Am I being called in?"

"No, no. I, um, wanted to call to see how you've been? It's been a couple months since the last time we spoke, no?"

"Yeah. I've been busy with recovering the rest of Barkov's gas after we blew up his base. It's...It's been a lot."

"D'you get all of it?"

"According to the Colonel, we did. I just got home today and I was given extended leave for healing some wounds I got and to spend time with family....Not that I have any to spend time with."

Eden closed her eyes, sighing deeply as she sniffled. John had gone quiet on the other end, listening to her silently cry from stress, exhaustion, and grief.

"Soap wants to talk to you if that's all right, kid?"

John's voice sounded bitter when he that, making Eden regret saying what she did before. If he took it personally, she didn't mean to make it personal. Hell, she wasn't even thinking about what was said until now.

"Okay." Eden responded. Before she could apologize, Soap's voice filled her ear.

"Edie!" He pretty much shouted into the phone. "How've ye been?"

Eden chuckled at him

"Hey, Soap. I've been okay. You?"

"Just finishing up reports. These damn things keep spawning out of nowhere."

Eden chuckled, running a hand through her hair as she shifted in her bed. She turned onto her side and let out a deep sigh, finally calming down and relaxing her tense muscles. Soap continued to ramble--talking about some upcoming leave time he's taking, meeting Ghost for the first time, meeting Gaz.

The lieutenant listened intently, giving her input on different topics and occasionally hearing Gaz interrupt Soap in the background to talk to her. She listened to Soap and Gaz argue with one another at one point and that's when Price took his phone from them.

Silence filled the line as the two sat in a tense silence. Eden didn't know what to say, and judging from the rustling in the background on Price's end, he didn't either. Eden inhaled deeply before speaking to him.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier, John. I...I'm not exactly in the right headspace right now."

"I know, Eden." He spoke softly, sighing to himself. "I wish I could be there for you and help you through this."

"I don't know why I feel like this. You remember Operation Ember. It was worse than this. I lost my squad...my best friends since high school." She paused for a moment, brows scrunched together as she started to cry again. "Why does this hurt more than that?"

"You loved him--Alex." Price said almost instantly. "It hurts because a piece of you died, and that piece was Alex."

Eden remained silence, thinking about his words as she silently cried.

"How do you do it? Especially after my parents died? They were your best friends...your family."

"You can't let it take over your existence." Price spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "The longer you let it stick in you, the more you'll lose yourself. Instead, ask yourself what they would want you to do."

What would Alex want me to do? Eden closed her eyes. She understood what Price was trying to get through to her, and she knew he was right.

"I have to go now, but think about what I said, all right?"

"Yep. Love you, Dad."

"Love you too, Edie. I'll call again as soon as I can."

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The next few days felt like hell for Eden.

Her apartment was barren after not being home for so long and there was no food in her cabinets (unless you counted the stale Lucky Charms.

She spent the first few days cleaning and organizing. She ordered food to be delivered for those days and only went out to get extra cleaner from the gas station down the street.

Today, Eden finally made herself look decent and went grocery shopping. She didn't dress herself in anything fancy, but just in a USMC shirt, black sweats, and one of Alex's old flannels was tied around her waist. She had all of her piercings in and her red wing tattoos were visible on her arms. She was intimidating to look at as she walked down each aisle, but she kept to herself. She received compliments from kids who liked her tattoos and there were a few older veterans who thanked her for her service.

Eden adjusted the beanie she wore to hide the bandages on the side of her head as she stood up from grabbing a box of poptarts from the bottom shelf. She was about to walk away with her cart when someone stopped her.

"Eden?"

She looked at the man in front of her, brows scrunching in thought before she realized who it was and got defensive.

"Nope. No, I'm not in the mood."

It was an ex-boyfriend of hers from 10 years ago. Reagan continued to follow her anyway, not listening to her telling him to 'fuck off.'

"I haven't seen you in forever."

"Okay. And?"

"Well, I wanted to catch up, ya know?"

"I'd rather not since the last time I saw you was when I was in the hospital recovering from being held captive for 15 months and you broke up with me. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit."

Reagan sighed in exasperation, but Eden continued to down the aisle and onto the next to get some noodle cups. He caught up to her and stopped the cart by standing in front of it.

"Can you hear me out for two seconds?"

"Reagan, I swear to fucking Christ—"

"I need—"

"Excuse me, but she said she didn't want to talk to you."

A young woman spoke up from ahead of them, her icy blue eyes narrowed at Reagan but he waved her off and joined Eden's side.

"I'm an old friend. This doesn't concern you." He snapped and made Eden walk with him.

"I hope you realize I can floor your ass." Eden growled as she pried his hands off the cart and shoved him away.

"I heard you recently got back from deployment. I wanted to see how you were."

"I'm fine. Now leave me alone."

Eden speed walked away from him, anger and frustration bubbling up in her chest when he tried to talk to her again. Without warning, Eden elbowed him in the stomach when he grabbed her arm. Reagan hunched over, wrapping his arms around himself as he tried to catch his breath.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

Eden didn't care if people saw what happened. Hell, she didn't care if someone blamed her and defended Reagan. She didn't want him around and she definitely didn't need him coming back into her life.

He left her alone when she needed him. He called her insane and unstable when she was doing so much better for herself in the months of her recovery. The only one who was actually there for her was Alex.

Alex....He wouldn't have let Reagan touch her or attempt to.

Eden remained alert as she went down the aisles, her body rigid and eyes darting frantically around her. It felt like she was clearing out a building every time she rounded a corner. Quick yet small steps; aware of everything and everyone around her.

I shouldn't be feeling like this, Eden thought to herself as she stopped in front of a shelf to grab some clearances cups and plates. She could use some actual dishes rather than the paper ones she kept in the pantry.

When she looked forward, she was met with Reagan again, but this time he had a woman with him. Eden's grip on the cart tightened.

"Listen. I've had a shitty year. I just got back from deployment, and I lost a lot of friends. I'm not in the fucking mood to entertain whatever you're trying to get out of me."

"We heard about Alex."

"And?"

"He was my friend too!"

"No! He wasn't! You accused him of sleeping with me when it wasn't like that! You were the one who chad been cheating on me for years and even during the time I was in the hospital."

"For fuck's sake, Eden, that was six years ago!"

Eden was fuming at this point, and it wasn't even because of what he did to her. She was over it, and while it still stung to see him with the girl he cheated on her with, Eden was glad she wasn't with him any longer than she needed to be.

She was angry about him not leaving her alone. He made sure to make it clear that he wanted to be left out of her life, and Eden made sure to fulfill that by completely blocked him out.

And the thing that topped it all off was the fact that Reagan was once friends with Alex long before Eden knew him. Reagan introduced them. He was the one who invited Eden to everything. Yes, she had seen Alex on base and briefly spoke to him in the professional military setting. But officially meeting Alex off-duty and finally getting to know him better? Eden had never regretted it.

The only thing she regretted was ever letting Reagan close to her, and she wished she never entertained the idea of dating him after being friends for so long.

"Fuck you both. Choke on a pair of bollocks." Was all Eden said to the two before she pushed them out of the way with her cart.

She quickly went to the checkout lane, silently fuming as she aggressively put her items on the conveyor belt. Inwardly, Eden felt bad for the worker on the receiving end and having to witness a short and intimidating Marine angrily inputting her PIN number on the card reader.

"Trust me when I say I'm not angry with you, okay?" Eden said calmly as she gently grabbed her receipt from the worker. "I've had a rough day."

"You and me both, ma'am." The worker said, relaxing from relief as he gave her an apologetic smile. "I hope your day gets better."

"Same here and right back at you."

Eden turned to exit the grocery store, legs going fast as she speed walked to her car. She looked around at her surroundings again as she loaded her the five grocery bags into the passengers. It was just like earlier: head on a swivel, movements tense and quick, body ready to fight.

"Fucking hell..." Eden growled loudly when she saw Reagan and his girlfriend coming after her.

"Fuck you both. I hope you have a day you deserve!"

Eden flipped them off as she got in her car, started it, and drove off, her hand out of her window and grinning at the rear view mirror as she heard shouts behind her. When Eden looked forward and glanced to her left, she almost slammed on the breaks from making eye contact with those familiar blue eyes.

Alex stood there, his hands tucked away in his sweatshirt pockets and his hood was pulled up. He stared back at her before being obscured by a passing bus. When it went away, he was gone.

"Alex..."

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The rest of the day, Eden slept.

It didn't matter if it was only 10am when she got home from shopping, put everything away, and went to bed again. She needed to regain all the sleep she missed from this past deployment. It really did a number on her, physically and mentally.

Price had called briefly before her third nap, the man saying something about going on another mission involving an AQ cell in Portugal. Soap was going him while Gaz and Ghost were on a separate mission. He made sure to tell her he would call when he got home and he loved her before he hung up.

Every time she closed her eyes, all Eden saw was Alex. She saw him staring at her, and from what she remembered, he was missing a leg. He looked different too. His hair was darker; he had scars peaking out on his neck.

Did I see his ghost?

Eden quickly dismissed the idea. She didn't believe in ghosts, nor did she believe in a heaven or hell. Once someone was dead, they were dead. It was a bitter way of looking at life, but she also saw it as a way to make sure she lived her life to the fullest. She made sure to make a difference in this world before she became nothing but dust in the wind.

The next time she woke up, it was when she heard a loud thud and objects shattering in her living room. Eden sat up, glancing to her digital clock to see the time 12am on it. She grabbed her handgun from her nightstand and got up from her bed, gun held up and quietly walking down the hall.

Eden hugged the wall as she peeked into her kitchen, eyes narrowing to focus on an open window across the room here the living area was. A small draft blew in and moonlight shone through the sheer curtains.

Sensing someone behind her, the blonde spun around aimed her gun at the intruder. Since it was dark, she couldn't see who it was, but it was most definitely a man.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

There was no response as he raised his hands and slowly reached toward the lamp on a small table, the man switching it on to reveal himself. Blue eyes stared back at Eden as she froze, tears immediately streaming down her face as she registered who it was.

"Alex?" She whispered as he slowly walked to her and reached up to push her handgun down.

"Alex..."

Eden dropped her gun onto the couch before she wrapped her arms around him and he engulfed her in a hug. Both of them started to cry as they held one another, Alex caressing her head and pressing kisses to any part of skin his lips could fine.

"It's me, baby. It's me." Alex mumbled into her neck as she shook from crying. He could feel her fingertips digging into his back as she held onto him.

"I thought you were dead!" Eden cried as she pulled away and stared up at him.

"That was the plan, but I couldn't... I couldn't...."

He pulled away and moved his hands to caress her face. She instantly pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself against his body. Alex kissed her back as he stumbled backwards and leaned against the wall.

"Hey, Eden..." Alex spoke between kisses and she stopped, backing away as if she did something wrong. He stopped her though and rested his hands on her hips, keeping her near him as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I can't stay long." He told her. "I'm sorry."

Eden shook her head as she wrapped her arms around his waist, not wanting to let go of him. He held her close to his chest, head resting on top of hers as he closed his eyes.

"Can you stay the night?"

"Of course."

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A/N: was originally going to be smut but the way this was written...it didn't work. maybe next time i'll just write the filth xD

Hawk is my COD oc and will be making more appearances soon enough. If you would like to know more about her, let me know and I'll post character sheets for her :]

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"Being fascinated by his six-pack" - Hyunjae

Pairing: Hyunjae X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Fingering, Handjob, Sex

Summary: Backstage sex is exceptionally good when the adrenaline is pumping through your veins, especially when your boyfriend gets half-naked on stage...

(same story with Stray Kids Bang Chan)

Word Count: ~2.3K

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Together with other friends of The Boyz, we went to the backstage to congratulate them on a good concert.... and I had something else to say but that was in private.

That's why as soon as I saw Jaehyun I immediately went to him with a quick step, passing Sangyeon and Younghoon who were saying something to me but I didn't even pay attention to them which apparently made them laugh. As soon as Jaehyun looked in my direction I extended my index finger and pointed ominously at him. He looked at me in surprise and a moment later as if he suddenly understood what I meant he started laughing shyly.

"You! Fucking Lee Jaehyun" I said in a hushed tone and poked my finger into his torso where his skin was bare even though his jacket was already buttoned "this is something only I can watch".

I jabbed my finger at his chest which he only laughed at and caught my wrist. He brought my hand to his lips and looking into my eyes, kissed the back of my hand.

"Sorry, I didn't think of you."

"But I'm thinking about it all the time. I have this image in front of me all the time" I almost screamed but he only smirked and brought his face closer to mine.

"Did I turn you on that much? Just by unzipping my jacket?" he asked raising one eyebrow.

"Yes," I replied shortly to which he laughed lightly. He looked around and catching my hand, walked toward the small staff room pulling me behind him.

He closed the door as I crossed the threshold and pushed open one of the kitchen-type cabinets on which still lay empty ramen wrappers and a carton of milk and in the corner a kettle and two glasses.

He dropped all the trash and kicked to the side, tossed me up holding my waist and planted me on the cabinet, while standing between my thighs on which he put his hands after a while and pulled me a little closer. I didn't even notice when I started breathing faster and my hands went to the buttons of his white jacket unbuttoning it. Placing his hands on his muscular as hell stomach he leaned over and rested his hands behind me on the cabinet top, bringing his lips close to mine but did not kiss me.

"Jaehyun, wait. Someone might come in," I barely whispered through my rapid breathing.

Jaehyun looked at me from under his long lashes and smiled. He moved back a few millimeters only to now abuse my right nipple. Not that I didn't like it.

"I want you," he said quietly, breathing deeply and quickly because of our kiss. He looked into my eyes as if expecting confirmation that he could do anything more, continuing to massage my pussy.

"Do whatever you want" I replied after a moment's thought, trying to be confident but I knew I had failed when he laughed quietly. A long time ago I have noticed that his smile and laughter are sincere when his upper teeth are visible. Just the sight and thought of it always makes me want to smile myself.

But this time his smile quickly took the form of a cocky grin as soon as he put his hands on the elastic band of my pants. Guessing what he wanted to do I lifted my ass and then he literally ripped my pants off me along with my panties. He pulled them down and threw them behind him, immediately pulling me closer to the end of the cabinet. He licked, how sexy, his fingers and pressed them against my naked pussy. He circled my clit a couple of times, using his other hand to widen my legs to put two fingers inside me at once.

He put them in and out at an even, slow pace, looking at me intensely and licking his lips every now and then. In addition to his sincere smile, I also loved the way he licked his lips, every time he did it so exceptionally hot that I felt like I was getting a fever. So did his combing his hair back, which he just did. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, I could feel him putting his fingers inside me faster and faster. I tilted my head back and tried to moan quietly enough that no one from across the room would hear me.

Jaehyun's hand began to move up and down, his fingers hitting my most sensitive spot perfectly. I looked at him and when he licked his lips again I rolled my eyes. He knew perfectly well how sexy he looked to me then, and how much I loved his lips, especially when I felt them on mine. Even though they were thin, they were very soft.

Jaehyun, feeling the trembling of my thighs, moved away for a moment and, looking at me, added another finger. He watched his fingers disappear deep into my pussy, breathing rapidly. He straightened up further kneeling and fingering me faster and faster, simultaneously sucking my clit again. Harder and harder, faster and faster. He moaned as if he was the one feeling so much pleasure now and not me. He savored my juices as if it was the most delicious thing he could taste.

"Jae, I'm about to come. Don't sto..p" I quickly looked at him when suddenly all his actions stopped and my pussy was filled with emptiness. He quickly stood up and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I felt my own taste at which I moaned. I put my hands around his neck but he moved away. He unbuttoned the button of his white pants which, after a moment, fell off his hips on their own and he kicked them against the wall so they wouldn't bother him. He returned to my mouth and, kissing me as fiercely as before, caught my hand and placed it on his hardness, squeezed it and left it that way, placing his hands on my cheeks. I squeezed his cock gently and stroked it with my thumb but after a while I put my hand inside his boxers and pulled him out. I pumped him slowly and firmly, removed myself from his mouth and kissed his neck, stopping for a longer time at his most sensitive spots. With my other hand I stroked his belly being fascinated by his six-pack. I knew he was most sensitive on the tip so now I squeezed the tip and pressed my thumb against his cock hole.

When he put his fingers on my clit quickly rubbing it, just as quickly entering me I couldn't hold out any longer. I came unexpectedly and the orgasm was so intense that for a moment I was afraid I would squirt. I came screaming his name, arching my back back and squeezing his hips with my thighs. I guessed that my pussy clamped down on his cock because Jaehyun suddenly stopped moving and threw his head back with an equally loud moan. He pounded into me one last time and, pushing his hips hard into mine, I felt his cum spill deep inside me.

"Fucking stop because we don't have time for a second round," he wheezed out, to which I smiled. He rested his forehead against mine and kissed my nose.

"so we need to get home as soon as possible" he was thinking about something for a moment then suddenly moved away from me and picked up my pants throwing them over my thighs.

"get ready quickly and I'll go hurry them up" he put on only his boxers and went to find his own clothes to get dressed as soon as possible and go home.

I just laughed and reached for the paper towel that was on the refrigerator next to me. I couldn't wait until we were alone in our home, in our bed.

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The same story was released with Bang Chan from Stray Kids, only the names and some parts were changed.

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