#v [SANG ABOUT TOMORROW]

[doitforbangchan]

All Bark and No Bite 11

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader,  cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!) 

Chapter warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (p in v), kissing, suggestive, crying, cursing, fingering, biting, hair pulling, dubcon?, subspace, HardDom!Chan, SoftDom!Felix, fluff, angst, anxiety, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, and probably more but idk let me know This one ain't as sweet as the last few

WC:6.8k

In a strange turn of events, it seems Chan woke up before you did this time. Not that you were complaining; especially when you awoke to him running his warm fingers over your mating mark absentmindedly, feeling the indented skin. Every little touch felt like electricity coursing through you, as if the zaps were bringing you back to life. Overall it was a very pleasant way to wake up. 

His hand that wasn’t touching your neck had his phone and he was listening to music with one ear bud in his ear on a low volume. You let out a low ‘hm’ letting him know you were awake now. 

“Good morning, my omega.” Chans voice was raspy from sleep. He must have only just woken up not long ago himself. He didn’t say anything else, just held you tighter.

Moments like this were Chan's favorite. Being able to wake up to you; his mate, his omega, the love of his life - there was nothing better. He hadn’t realized how lonely he had been before having you here. He never felt as complete as he did right in this moment. 

“Can I listen with you?” You mumbled sleepily. You wanted to hear what your alpha listened to. Wordlessly he took his other earbud and slipped it into your own ear. ‘Give me love’ By Ed sheeran was playing through the bud, the sweet melodies flooding your senses. 

‘Give a little time to me or burn this out

We'll play hide and seek to turn this around

All I want is the taste that your lips allow

My, my, my, my, oh give me love’

It had been so long since you had heard this song, you used to sing this all the time in your room when you were younger and waiting to fall hopelessly in love. It felt fitting that now you were here laying in bed with your soulmate, who you had fallen hopelessly in love with. 

Chan began to sing along softly to the music playing, serenading you quietly.

‘Maybe I should let you go

You know I'll fight my corner

And that tonight I'll call ya

After my blood is drowning in alcohol

No I just wanna hold ya’

The alpha squeezed you a little tighter after he sang those words, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Your heart fluttered at the action. The two of you laid there together for probably an hour, just enjoying each other's company while he sang each song that played.

Eventually though, you both had to get up as there was work to be done. For Chan anyways. You had to make breakfast and get ready to leave with Jisung and Felix. Chan had a lot to do today himself. He had been neglecting his actual job in his family business and if he was going to take another day off tomorrow to go camping then he definitely needed to make all his calls and emails today. 

“Are you excited to do more shopping with the betas today?” the alpha asked as you were both getting out of bed. 

“Yes. I am.” You seemed apprehensive. 

“Buuuuut?” He pressed, knowing something was troubling you. 

“I just.. Feel bad.. About spending more of your money. I didn’t do anything to deserve you guys spending all this money on me.”  You were avoiding eye contact with him as you went to brush your teeth. 

Chan stopped you before you could enter his bathroom, arm out to block you. “Baby.” you kept your head down not wanting to look at him, now that you had embarrassed yourself again. When you didn’t acknowledge him he let out a frustrated growl, “Omega, look at me now.” you had no choice but to look at him, he used a command on you.

 You were lucky that was all he did, he had wanted to grip your hair and make you look at him forcefully. Chan had a problem when people didn’t listen to him, especially his omega.  Some would say he thrives off of non-sexual dominance. They would be correct. The alpha was used to getting his way practically his whole life. He would forgive you now, you were still learning. 

Instead of yanking your hair he settled for petting it softly. “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t intend to be mean to you.” At his gentle words and even gentler touch you forgot about the command being used on you, leaning into his hand. “You need to understand that my money is your money. In fact this whole packs money is yours to spend as you please. The other boys would agree with me. Ok?”  He waited for your words of agreement and when they didn’t come he egged them on. “You wanna be good for us right? Good omegas listen to their alphas.” 

You wanted to be good for him so badly, really it’s all you wanted. There was a glimpse of panic on your face at the prospect of upsetting your mate. “ I’ll be good! I promise!” You nodded rapidly. 

He gave you his signature boyish grin, dimples on display, then leaned in and gave you a kiss, nipping your lip as he pulled back. “I know you will, Baby. You’re the best Omega I know.” You purred at his praise, finding it addicting. “We gotta get a move on, lots to do today if we’re going camping tomorrow.” He let you go into the bathroom to do your business and such. 

You went to pick out an outfit for today, deciding to sport some jean shorts and a basic black tank top. After that you had a quick shower and did light makeup. Simple but you felt cute nonetheless. 

When you both finally made your way down to the main floor you found Minho and Changbin sat at the kitchen island making a list of what you would need for camping tomorrow. More like Minho had roped Changbin into helping him because the beta was a planner and liked to have things ready. 

“Finally! Hyung needs help deciding what to do for food  tomorrow and Saturday morning. Any suggestions?” Changbin exclaimed as he saw Chan, giving the older alpha pleading eyes. 

“Good morning to you too Changbin. Oh I slept great, thanks for asking.” Chan quipped sarcastically, and Changbin rolled his eyes with a groan of annoyance. 

“Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” The younger alpha asked you, trying to get on his Hyungs nerves. He cackled when it worked, Chan letting out a huff. 

You giggled, “Morning, Binnie. I slept wonderfully. Thank you for asking.” 

“Yeah yeah good morning whatever, can we get back to this now?” Minho was getting frustrated, “We literally only have right now to think about this.” 

“Fine.” Changbin reached forward and grabbed you by the hips, laughing when you squealed, and setting you on his lap. “What do you think, baby? Any suggestions?” 

You leaned back against Changbins chest,  feeling the muscles behind you, head on his shoulder while you pondered. “Do you think we should do easy things? Like maybe bring a bunch of premade stuff like sandwiches and maybe breakfast burritos for the morning we can just wrap in foil and throw on the grill?” 

“That sounds like a great idea, omega.” Chan replied, leaning on the counter opposite you. 

“Yeah! To make it even easier we can place an order for them and pick them up from the diner in town before we leave tomorrow morning.” Changbin agreed, tickling your sides mercifully. He kissed the side of your head when you giggled at him, ignoring the throbbing in his pants caused by your squirming. “Smarty pants.” 

Minho nodded in agreement, writing down how many of each he approximated you would all need. “Ok so twenty of each.” 

“Twenty?! Why twenty of each, there are only nine of us!” You objected confused, looking at Minho as if he had grown a second head.

“Have you not seen how much these guys eat? Changbin himself could probably put away half of them if you’d let him.” He was looking back at you as if you were the crazy one. 

“Hey!” Changbin protested but didn’t fight too hard, knowing Minho was right. 

“Yeah Bin, you’ll probably end up eating both of yours and the rest of Felix’s like you always do.” Chan poked fun at the younger alpha. 

“What are we talking about? I heard my name.” right on queue Felix walked into the room you were all in. 

“We’re talking about the plans for tomorrow, trying to get things taken care of.” Minho sighed, standing from his seat. “Speaking of which, I need to make calls for these orders to be picked up in the morning and then get the other stuff together.” He seemed stressed as he walked away. 

“Is he ok?” You asked, worried for the beta. 

“Oh yeah he's fine, Min is a planner and likes to get things done in advance. He’s probably going to find Innie to make him help get all the camping stuff out of the garage.” Chan answered, taking an apple off the counter and taking a bite. 

At the sight of his apple you remembered your task, “ Do you guys want breakfast?” You went to hop down from Changbins lap but he only held you tighter against him, refusing to let you go. 

“Ji should be back any second with pasties and coffee. He wanted to surprise you baby. Annnnd now i’ve ruined it, fuck.” Felix cursed, looking remorseful at having spoiled the fun. 

Chan clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, shaking his head. “Way to go, Felix.” 

“Hey leave him alone, he's just a boy!” Changbin defended the beta playfully, you leaning into him and huffing in agreement. 

“Did somebody say Jisung?!?” A loud voice came from the front door, almost an announcement of his presence. A moment later the boy in question came sauntering in, sunglasses still over his eyes and holding a tray of coffee and a bag of pastries. 

“No.” Changbin laments, “Go away.” 

“Fine I guess you don’t want the cherry tart I got especially for you, Binnie.” Jisung made a show of wafting the bag up to his nose, “Mmmmm all for me then. Here is yours, my baby. A sweet treat for an even sweeter girl.” He handed you a chocolate croissant and a coffee. 

You felt your face heat up as you accepted the pastry. “Thank you Ji.” When Binnie was distracted making grabby hands at the bag that jisung had set down, you took the opportunity to slip off his lap. 

“Anything for you.” He grabbed your hand and yanked you closer to him. “Anyways, let's get this show on the road!” with his coffee in one hand and you in the other he set off towards the door. Chan held out a credit card for Jisung who happily snatched it. “Make sure she gets something nice. Our girl seems to have a problem with spending my money.” He winked at you as you passed. 

“Oh you know I have no problem spending daddy's money.” The beta cackled. 

“Wait for me!” Felix called, scooping his own items and following you out. 

“Bye baby!” Changbin yelled, crumbs flying out of his mouth. 

“Have a good time, omega.” 

“Bye Channie bye Binnie!” You called as you were going out the door.

To say Eun was happy to see you again was an understatement. The second you walked into her shop she had a tight grip on you, hugging the life outta you. The older woman was unable to hold back tears at the sight of the bite mark on your neck, wailing about how happy she was for you and Chan and that the alpha couldn’t be luckier to have landed such a fantastic omega. You had reassured her you were in fact the lucky one. 

It took another half an hour of chatting with her before she finally brought you out some swimsuits to try on. You had picked out a few modest one pieces for yourself but her and the boys suggested (demanded) you try on their picks first, an array of bikinis. You had never worn a bikini before so trying them on and modeling them was making you nervous. 

You had chosen a basic white one to start. You figured you would start plain and work up to getting more comfortable. You thought it was cute but knew it wouldn't be the one.  Thus began you trying a few different ones until you found one you liked. It had been almost 20 minutes since you had gone into the dressing room and the beta boys were getting antsy waiting for you to come out. 

“Everything alright in there, baby?” The deep honey tones of Felix's voice called out to you. 

“Y-yeah.” you stuttered, debating whether or not to come out. “I’ve never- never worn a bikini before and I’m a little nervous.” you admitted. 

“If you’re really not comfortable you can try something else, we won’t be mad or disappointed.” He reassured you. 

You felt better at his words, taking a deep breath before pulling back the curtain and revealing yourself. 

Both Jisung and Felix felt their eyes widen and hearts stop at the sight of you. You had decided on a little purple bikini with stars on it. It was so you. The swimsuit fits you like a glove and goes perfectly with your skin tone. 

They both had been too busy admiring you to say anything and in turn their silence made you self conscious. “I knew this was a bad idea.” You mumbled, covering yourself with your arms and going to shuffle back into the fitting room.

“NO!” they yelled in unison looking at you in panic now. Felix tried to compose himself but Jisung did not, falling to the floor at your feet. 

“I’m sorry baby! You look so, so good we couldn’t help but stare!” He pleaded, his heart thumping wildly. 

Felix nodded in agreement, now more embarrassed than anything at his fellow betas' antics. 

“ Please don’t turn away from us. We didn’t mean to make you feel any negativity. We love the suit. It fits you so well!” 

“Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” You asked skeptically, still covering yourself. 

“Baby, my baby, omega, believe me when I say this, if you don’t get that swimsuit I will literally drop dead.” Jisung was so serious from his place on the floor, not one hint of deception on his face. “I simply cannot go on living any longer knowing I will never again get to see your beauty in this bikini - which was made for you by the way- and soon I'll die. In fact even hearing you say it was a bad idea almost killed me on the spot.”

“Oh don’t be so damn dramatic!” Eun called out walking up to the three of you. “But you do look fantastic in that one, Y/n. It would be a real crime if you didn’t get it.” She winked. 

It seemed all three betas were rooting for this one so it seemed your fate was sealed. 

“I-if you’re all sure…” You trailed off, letting your arms fall to your sides now. 

“Never been more sure about anything, sweetheart.” Felix gave you his charming smile. 

You hummed, “Fine. I’ll get this one.” There was a round of cheers then Eun went to ring you up, adding a few more pieces she thought would suit you. 

Felixs’ big errand was buying blue hair dye. Apparently he used to have blue hair but it's been a while and he’s ready to feel like himself again. He was too precious. You wondered if Chan would be ok with you dying your hair, figuring it wouldn't hurt to ask. Jisung tried to convince you to get some purple dye anyway and not tell him but you were too chicken shit to do something like that. 

“Do you wanna help me dye mine, baby? I would love your company.” Felix asked you, crinkling his eyes at you. 

Pulling back up to the house you found Jeongin, Minho and Seungmin outside putting some large camping items in the back of a truck. By the looks of it they had already loaded a grill and a few tents. Minho sure didn’t waste time. “There you are, now you can help too.” He eyed the younger boys. 

“Actually y/n and I have a few things to do.” Felix grabbed your hand as you got out of the car, his other hand holding your bags. “Sungie would love to help you tho, i'm sure.”

“What?! Traitor!” Jisung complained but was quick to change his tune when Min gave him the evil eye. “I mean, yay packing.” 

“We all have to do our part. You included.” Jeongin snickered, handing the beta a bag to put in the car. “At least you didn’t have to make a store run like Hyun and Bin hyung.” 

“This was your idea! You should be doing all the work!” 

Felix pulled you along into the house, quickly to go undetected “come on before they rope us into helping.” he whispered. 

Both of you went up the stairs into Felix's bathroom after you dropped your bags off in your room. Passing Chan's office you could faintly hear the alpha in there on the phone, probably talking with a client. The fact that he works so hard so his pack could have the life they live was astounding. Chan really was a great alpha. 

Entering the bathroom Felix reached under the sink for plastic gloves for you to use, and set up the dye. You had helped your old best friend dye her hair a few times so the process was familiar to you. Thankfully his hair was already bleach blonde so you didn’t have to worry about trying to bleach it.  

You loved spending time with Felix. Really you loved any one on one time with the boys but you and Felix hadn’t spent time like this since your first day. That felt like so long ago when in reality had only been over a week. They say time flies when you're spending it with your loved ones. 

You were discussing what you wanted to plant in the greenhouse when you came back from camping. Cucumbers, pumpkins and peppers were at the top of your list, while Felix requested some carrots and spinach if you could find the room. In only a few hours you had finished dying his hair and had just helped him wash out the dye. He had chosen a beautiful blue for his hair. It seemed to compliment him perfectly. Now it seemed like he was representing who he truly was, with his hair being a clear sky and he himself was the sun. 

“You’re all finished! It looks so good on you Lix!” You were enthused, pleased with the finished product. 

“All thanks to you baby.” He pulled a blow dryer from under the sink and plugged it in. “Now I'm gonna dry it. Do you wanna help me style it?” Felix really just wanted to be around you more, he wanted to be selfish if only for a while. 

“Sure Lixie.” you beamed, reaching for the dryer. You were sitting on the bathroom counter while Felix stood directly in front of you. You turned it on a low setting and grabbed a brush in your other hand,  he leaned closer to you and came to stand between your legs.

 You began to dry and style his hair, neither of you saying anything now but it not being uncomfortable. In fact it was pleasant. Being close with him reminded you of the kiss he shared with you last night.  Not you nor he had brought up the kiss, and he also hadn’t kissed you since. ‘Maybe he regretted kissing me’ the thought weighed heavy on your mind. 

Little did you know it was the exact opposite. The only thing on Felix's mind right now was kissing you. He was just worried you hadn’t liked it since you didn’t say anything about it, but you also weren’t acting any different. He was so close to you he could almost taste you, remembering the way your lips did even for that brief moment. 

You finished with his hair and set down the tools on the countertop beside you. You were still facing him, afraid to break the silence or to move from your place in front of him. All you could do was focus on each other. 

Slowly and timidly, Felix leaned closer to you. You could feel his breath on your face and his scent get even stronger, and Felix gingerly let his lips find yours. Your eyes closed on instinct as you pressed yours to his in return. 

‘Finally’ your inner voice said. 

When Felix felt you reciprocate his kiss he let out a small whimper, you wouldn’t have even heard it if you weren’t so close to him. His hands fell to your waist and he shuffled even closer to you when you parted your legs further to allow him to make the connection between you. Your own hands were on his shoulders. 

The beta didn’t go any further and settled for what you were giving him. He wanted to go at your pace, afraid he would do something to scare you off. While you did enjoy his kiss it suddenly was not enough for you so you took the initiative to gently run your tongue along his lip. When he felt your tongue he whimpered again this time a little louder. His sounds were doing something to you and without thinking you rolled your hips against his. 

When your pelvis made contact with his it’s like the damn broke for him and he let the niceties fall. Felix started to ravage your mouth now with his own tongue, his hands gripping you tighter and his own hips doing a roll. Your breath caught in your throat as a quiet moan escaped your lungs. 

He held you like that for a while, you both basically dry humping on the counter and tasting each other's mouths. Eventually it was becoming too much for the beta, he knew he would cum in his pants soon and he did not want to do that in front of you. He pulled back from your lips , only a few inches apart. 

“Do you want to go further with me, baby?” He prayed you said yes. You had him so worked up he didn’t think jerking off would suffice anymore. 

“Please, Lixie. Wanna feel you.” 

Fuck 

That was all he needed to lift you from the counter onto your feet, then he grabbed the bottom of your tank top and pulled it off of you. He groaned at the sight of your lace bra. You made grabby hands at his own shirt and pulled it over his head. 

Felix was so defined. He was so tiny the thought had never even crossed your mind that he could also be ripped. You didn’t have much time to stare before he was turning you around to face the mirror with his hands on your hips and lips on your neck as he locked eyes with you in the mirror. “Can I take you like this, Baby? Let me see all of you?” He let a hand creep up your back to the clasp on your bra, but not yet taking it off. 

You nodded, and answered “Uh huh. Yes lixie.” You were so ready for him. Honestly you had been wet since before you styled his hair. You would be surprised if Felix somehow didn't notice the sickly sweet pheromones that were draining out of you.

Felix unclasped your bra  with nimble fingers and let it fall away from you. “Oh my god you're so beautiful.” He groaned out when he saw your bare chest. That same hand came to the front of your body and found your right breast, his thumb coming up to rub over your nipple. Now it was your turn to moan out, leaning closer to his chest. “Put your hands on the counter in front of you, baby.” 

You did so without complaint and put your palms flat on the surface. He fondled your chest for a few minutes, taking in all the little sighs and moans you would let out as he watched your expressions in the mirror, finding it addicting. When you pushed your ass back into his crotch he let out an almost silent growl, nipping into the skin on your neck that he had been kissing. Suddenly he released you and went to the waistband of your pants, yanking them down your legs with no warning taking your underwear with them. 

Felix didn’t know what was overtaking him but he didn’t mind it. He was never this assertive when having sex but something about you made him want to take control. Whether it was your omega status or just your submissive nature in general he couldn’t be sure. Probably a combination of both. You certainly were not complaining, liking this sudden dominant side of the man. 

The beta pulled down his own pants and underwear next, eager to have the constricting material off. There you both were, naked and breathing heavy in anticipation. Your eyes were locked in the mirror as Felix reached under both of you and his fingers found your bundle of nerves. You gasped when he touched the sensitive area, eyes closing only for a second. He could feel just how drenched you were for him. 

It was at this point that Felix realized he did not have a condom in here.’ Are you fucking kidding me?’ he momentarily chastises himself. “Ummm baby?” you hummed in response, waiting in anticipation. “I sorta don’t have a condom…” 

“Oh.” you froze. “Th-then we can, umm, maybe we should stop.” 

“Do you want to stop?” He desperately did not want to, he literally didn’t know if he could at this point. 

“N-no but Chan and the doctor said-” 

“But I can pull out.” He eagerly proposed, he had never been a rule breaker but right now he really did not give a shit. Consequences be damned. “Come on omega, it’ll feel so good.”

“I don’t know, lix…” You trailed off, unsure. "Channie wouldn't like it.." You didn’t want to disobey but one look at his pleading face behind you and you gave in. “If you promise to pull out…” 

“I promise,” he said immediately. You nodded hesitantly giving him the go ahead as you readied yourself against the counter once more. "God, you are so hot."

The beta placed a kiss to your neck before taking his member in his hand and lining up with your entrance. He hadn’t prepped you like he should have but honestly when you were both that desperate that was the farthest thing from his mind. He let the tip run through your slick that had accumulated to make it an easier entry. Felix slowly pushed into you from behind, the stretch of him leaving a slight burn and you lightly hissed at the intrusion. 

Felix on the other hand was in heaven. He had never felt so incredible from one push but fuck you were so tight.  “Fuck omega, your pussy is so tight, nnggg oh my god I don’t know how I'll be able to move, fuck baby.” Felix couldn’t shut up as he filled you. His words were helping you though, as he stopped moving to let you adjust while he mumbled. 

Between his jumbled (what you assumed were) praising words he laid sloppy kisses to your bare shoulders, his saliva leaving wetness along your skin. You were absolutely reeling; between feeling him within you and his total personality flip that left you with whiplash, your brain was turning into a muddled mess. It got even worse when he started rutting into you from behind, his hips grinding harshly against your ass.

His chest pushed you further into the counter and with the new angle his cock hit something deep inside you. Your back arched as you moaned aloud, your head falling forward in your ecstasy. 

“F-fuuckk baby, you are so good f’ me. So so good, oh my god.” his deep voice was getting raspier by the second. Felix reached his hand around, his small fingers finding your clit again and rubbing sloppy circles.  His other hand went to your breast and massaged your sensitive skin. “Look at me, baby, please look at me.” 

You mustered all your willpower to bring your head up as much as you could, looking through your wet lashes to his gaze in the mirror. He looked absolutely wrecked, his eyes glossed over as he drooled on you. At the sight of him, fucked out because of you, you felt your orgasm approaching and approaching fast. “F-felix ‘m gonna- gonna cum.” 

“Please cum for me. I need you to cum for me.” He sped up his thrusts, humping into you desperately. He was close to. The pulsing of his dick within you sent you over the edge, and you came with a loud cry of his name. 

The squeezing of your heat on his member was enough for him. The beta knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out in time but he still tried, cumming half inside and the rest on your ass. The second he came his urges took over completely and without a warning, his teeth embedded themselves in your shoulder blade. When his teeth made contact in your skin you moaned as another orgasm washed over you. 

You both were panting hard, you with tears cascading down your cheeks and Felix with your blood on his lips. It took you a moment to catch both of your breaths, the severity of what had happened finally registering in both of your minds. 

“Felix…” 

“Yeah” 

“You came in me.”

“Yeah”

“Do you think Chan will be mad?”

“Yep”

“Oh. Did you mean to bite me?” 

“Um, n-no.” He stammered, “ It had been on my mind since a few days ago when Chan said we could.” 

‘Chan had said that?’ 

“But I didn't really expect to.” He grabbed a towel and began to wipe up the dripping mess he made on your skin.  “I guess now is a good time to tell you that I'm kinda in love with you.” he chuckled nervously. 

You spun around at his confession, not really shocked. You were able to feel his emotions when he bit down on you. It wasn’t as intense as when Chan bit into you - given he is an alpha and he bit your mating gland - but you could still sense the betas to an extent. “Felix…” you let more salty tears trail down your face. “I…I kinda love you too.” 

Now he was crying, unable to contain his emotions and he fell into your embrace. Both of you were just little crybabies. Maybe that is why you got on so well together. It was easy to be vulnerable with him. 

It was easy with Felix. So you both just hugged, and whispered to each other there in the bathroom.  Both dreading the storm that was your alpha. 

Sometime later after you had both redressed and Felix cleaned the wound on your shoulder, you both exited the bathroom. You shared a final kiss before parting ways. Felix going down the stairs and you going into Chan's office. The guilt was going to eat you alive if you didn’t tell him (assuming he couldn’t smell it on you when you came in). 

You heard more faint talking so you knocked and waited. You heard him thank whoever he was talking to and hang up. “Come on in,  baby.” He called out to you. You opened his door slowly and saw him sitting at his desk. His nostrils flared when you entered his office. 

Chan obviously knew what you were doing with Felix, but he didn’t know the dirty secret you were keeping. Upon your entry into his office you were emitting a scent you hadn’t produced in a few days; intense guilt. 

“What’s wrong, omega?” He immediately questioned you, reaching his hands out for you. When he noticed your hesitancy to grab his hand he stood from his seat and rested his hands on your shoulders, bending to be eye level with you. “Did something happen? Did Felix do something to you?” 

“No!” you answered quickly. “I mean, not really.” 

“Then what's wrong? You can't keep secrets from me, I can smell it on you.” 

You looked down to the floor shamefully before giving him an answer. “When Felix and I were..intimate, he sorta.. He didn’t wear anything… and he umm he kinda came in me a little bit..” Your heart was pounding out of your chest when you saw the hardened look in the alphas face, his eyes darkening at your admittance. 

“Is that so?” He seemed eerily calm, if you knew anything about alphas it’s that they are prone to rage so the fact that he didn’t immediately lash out was kind of scary to you. Little did you know he was furious. 

“I’m really sorry, Channie. I-i know i wasn’t supposed to but-” 

“Go to our room.” He interrupted you, removing his hands from you. 

“W-what?” 

He let out a low growl, “Go. to. Our. room. Omega, now.” 

You gave him a look of alarm at his menacing tone, but still scurried out of his office and to his room. You shut the door softly and then sat on the bed, awaiting your fate. You hadn’t seen Chan angry yet, you didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t strike you as the type to scream and throw things like your father had been, but to be fair you had only known him for just over a week. 

After about ten minutes Chan walked through the door into the space you occupied. He still had that intimidating demeanor but he seemed to be keeping his cool. He skipped the formalities as he spoke to you though, “ Take off your clothes and get in the shower.” 

You stood from your seated position and started to strip, gently placing your clothes down in the hamper before slowly making your way to the bathroom. The whole time he just watched you as if you were a prey animal, and he was the big bad wolf.  

Once you turned on the water to his shower it only took a moment for it to get hot and you entered the shower. It was a spacious area, with sliding glass and a shower head that rained down from the ceiling. Any other time you would have found solace in the luxurious bathroom, but right now all you felt was anxious. 

Chan didn’t say anything as he slipped into the shower with you a few moments later. In fact he hadn’t said anything at all as he helped you wash your hair, he only shushed you when you went to speak. It wasn’t until he grabbed a loofa and began rubbing down your body from behind with it that he spoke. “ This is a nice bite mark here on your shoulder. Did Felix do that to you?” You went to nod in response but that wasn’t what the alpha was looking for, and he used one hand to reach onto the base of your head and gripped your hair tightly, causing you to let out a squeak. “I asked you a question, omega, and I expect an answer.” 

“Yes, yes Alpha he did.” You gasped out, falling quickly into an uncharted subspace. Your inner omega only wanted to please your alpha now. His actions and words were shocking to you, he wasn’t being the Chan you knew him to be. You had seen small glimpses here and there but never to this extent.

“Did he bite you while he was cumming inside of you?” His grip on your hair tightened in one hand while his other brought the loofa down between your legs. 

“Yes alpha.” You tilted your head back trying to get some slack but it proved pointless. 

“Do you remember the conversation we had with the doctor yesterday, omega?” He knew you did, or else you wouldn’t have come to him so guiltily. 

“Yes I re-remember” You stuttered, your insides fluttering with both excitement and anxiety. 

“What did he say to us about when having sex?” His lips were kissing your injured skin on your shoulder where your new bite mark resided. 

“To-to use protection until my results come in and I can go on-on birth control.” your panting was getting stronger as you tried to forget about the pain on your scalp. 

“Mm that is right, baby.” chans tongue dug into your injured skin, causing you to let out a quiet cry. “Ya know what the rule was and still deliberately did otherwise. What am I going to do with you?”  It was a rhetorical question meant to tease you. You started to cry at his words. 

“ m’ so sorry Alpha. Please don’t be angry. M’ sorry.” He leaned over to lick up the salty tears that were coming down steadily now. 

“Oh baby, I know you're sorry. Alpha knows.” you perked up slightly but it all came crashing down when he said his next words, “But just because you're sorry doesn’t mean there are no consequences.” 

He dropped the sponge to the ground and that hand grabbed both of your wrists holding them together behind your back and pushing you against the cold tile, your chest smushing against the wall. “Ahh Chan!”

“Spread your legs. Let me in there, omega.” you did as he said, and he wasted no time in rubbing the tip of his cock along your sensitive folds. “Funny enough, I had just talked to the doctor on the phone before you came into my office, stinking like guilt and cum.” The alpha pressed you harder against the tile. “And it turns out you wouldn’t even be able to get pregnant right now, those suppressants  are running crazy all over your body and hormones.”

 Without warning he pushed into your heat, your sore walls engulfing him completely. He was so big. Even though you had been prepped by Felix so recently, taking the alpha was a whole other ball game. The only time he had really fucked you was on your heat, where your body was ready to accommodate his length.

“R-really?” you asked in a moan, both in pleasure and pain. 

“Uh huh. How lucky is that?” He started at a brutal pace, the skin of his pelvis slapping against your ass noisily. “Still doesn’t excuse your actions. The both of you have to make it up somehow.” 

“Please, m’ sorry.” you pleaded between moans and squeaks. His cock always filled you so well.

“This bite mark he left you sure is deep. You know Felix would only bite someone he loves.” Your heart fluttered at his remark, and it seemed your pussy did too. “Fuck so tight. Did you know that, omega? Your pussy tightened on me so you must know. Felix loves you, and now I'm sure you love him too huh?” 

“Yes alpha!” you cried louder as his wet heaving chest was pressed against your back.

“Maybe that should be your punishment. Yeah that's it, since both of you want to disobey me then that's the consequence.’ your eyes widened, having an inkling of what he would say next. 

“You aren’t allowed to touch him, at all, until I say so. No kissing, no fucking, no so much as brushing fucking fingers with him until I've deemed it acceptable. Fuck maybe I won’t even let him speak to you from now on.” 

“Alpha no!” You tried to protest but he only sped up his thrusts, making you only be able to moan and cry. Fuck he was fucking you so good. Better than anything you have ever felt. He had you so deep in space you could barely focus on anything than that thin line between pain and pleasure.

“Too fucking late. You stay the fuck away from him, do you hear me, omega? Damn, I'm gonna cum. He won’t so much as breathe in your direction until I say so.” The alpha let go of your hair and you sucked in a large breath at the release. He opted for gripping your hips roughly, his fingers surely to leave bruises. 

Your arms were free now so with one hand you braced yourself against the cold surface, the other was reaching behind you to grab at your mate, craving even an ounce of comfort as you were nearing your high. You made contact with the skin on his waist and dug your fingers into him. 

When you grabbed him the alpha let go and released inside of you with a loud growl, the copious amount overflowing against his length. His knot inflated within you, locking you into place with him. His growl set something inside of you aflame and without warning you came too, a loud wail leaving your lips and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You wretch your head to the side bearing your neck for your alpha, giving him your complete submission. He almost took the opportunity to reclaim you, but knew you had enough biting for one day.

Chan stilled his hips, breathing heavy in your ears as he let you come down. He watched the cum fall down from where you were joined and be washed away with the water. After a moment when his knot had deflated, he slowly pulled out of you, kissing the back of your neck and whispering praises. He knew it would be a long night of aftercare. 

A/n: True colors are starting to come out a lil more, not everything is all sunshine and rainbows

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Also if any one wants to chat about the story or share predictions please send me an ask!!

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[katiemcabeswife]

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Katie McCabe x Fem!Reader

It's December 1st which means it's literally already Christmas! (Made up game mentioned)

Word Count: 1.1k

You should have been paying attention when Katie told you which stadium the Arsenal V Man City game was going to be played in but you were too busy thinking about the following day. One more sleep and it was officially the Christmas season.

You couldn’t help it. Christmas was around the corner and your body was full of adrenaline and excitement for the holiday season, Christmas being your favourite holiday, even over your birthday.

Katie was due to head off for the game while you had to stay at home due to a check-up appointment for your ACL which was torn almost 4 months ago, adding you to the ACL squad. Normally you would go with the girls to cheer them on from the crowd but the appointment was more important than the game. The game falling on the 1st of December was just an added bonus.

Due to your love for Christmas, Katie had grown to have a special love for the holiday but she was nowhere near as fond of it as you were. She still believed it to be silly to set up the Christmas tree and other decorations before December had even begun so you were forced to wait until December 1st.

“Hello? Are you in there, love?” Katie tapped lightly on your forehead as you had zoned out and were looking at the blank wall as if it were a million pounds.

You blinked and turned your head back towards Katie, “Sorry, what was that?”

“You alright?” She tilted her head to the side as if it would give her a better look at you to see if anything was physically wrong with you.

“Yeah, I’m perfect,” You smiled and moved forwards to kiss her, to shut her up, “Right, you’ve got a big game tomorrow, so we best be off to sleep. Night!” You kissed her once more before turning off your bedside lamp and closing your eyes.

“Night?” Katie questioned but pulled you into her and closed her eyes as well.

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The morning had gone as they usually do, the both of you, having built a routine for game days which only slightly changed after you tore your ACL. You were buzzing and Katie was lost on the true reason and when she asked you blamed it on your upcoming appointment and getting to watch your girlfriend play.

You both left at the same time but drove in separate directions and you were pleased with the absence of traffic and lack of patients in the doctor's office which meant you were in and out of there as fast as you possibly could. The news that your knee was healing faster than usual only added to your bright mood and you treated yourself to a holiday drink and pastry from your favourite cafe.

Your mood lead to you leaving a generous tip and buying a beautiful bouquet of flowers, also leaving the vendor of the floristry a generous tip. The traffic was still minimal on the way home as you sang Christmas songs for the first time this year and you were feeling amazing.

As soon as you got home you turned on the TV and made sure you had enough time to dig out the Christmas boxes from the spare room before the game was due to start, when you saw that there was plenty of time you screeched with joy and walked briskly (being weary of your knee) towards the spare room to receive the decorations.

You had your Google Home playing Christmas music softly so you could still hear the commentators of the game while you were whizzing around the apartment, Santa hat comfortably on your head. You stopped every now and then when you heard excitement through the TV and celebrated every time the girls won a challenge or scored a goal and groaned when Katie eventually got a yellow card.

You were sitting on the living room floor with your attention split between the Christmas tree in front of you and the game on the tele. You had set aside the star, wanting to wait for Katie to be home to put the final touch on the tree. You were officially done and so was the game and you were filled with joy as the girls had won the game by 3, Katie assisting 1 and scoring 1, and how beautiful your Christmas-ified apartment was.

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It had been a few hours of buzzing around the apartment, waiting for Katie to come home, which consisted of lighting the candle that smelt of fresh-cut pine, cinnamon sugar and toasted marshmallows and making gingerbread cookies. Christmas music was still playing and you had lit the tree’s lights and were anticipating the arrival of your girlfriend.

When you heard the door click open, you jumped up from the couch, slid around the corner, courtesy of your fuzzy socks, and ran at your girlfriend.

“CONGRATULATIONS MY LOVE!” You yelled as you jumped into her arms, “Guess what?” 

Katie laughed at your attire which was a Christmas-themed onesie, “Hmm, I wonder, what’s that smell? And what is with the decorations?” She questioned sarcastically.

You dropped from her hold and crossed your arms, “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, love. IT’S CHRISTMAS!” You switched your attitude in a second and began to shake Katie’s shoulders. 

“Oh, really?” She laughed.

You took her hand and dragged her towards the living room which looked like an elf had thrown up across the room, “Oh my god,” Katie shook her head and laughed.

You rolled your eyes and collected the star from the coffee table, “Look, I left this off so you could say that you helped!” You knelt to one knee and presented her with the glitter-covered star.

“Oh, bless,” She took the star and you hand and pressed onto her tippy toes to settle the star on the top of the tree, “Thank you, I appreciate that,” She gave you a huge hug and squeezed you tight before kissing you deep on the lips.

You smiled goofily at her, “You stink,” She laughed loudly at the statement, “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll make hot chocolates!” You clapped at your idea and ushered her off to the bathroom before making your way to the kitchen.

Once Katie was done, so were the hot chocolates and you had also set out some of the gingerbread cookies, “Look what I made you,” You showed her one of the cookies which was iced with a #1 and was cut into the shape of a medal.

“Beautiful, love. Absolutely stunning,” She took a bite, “And delicious,” 

The night was spent watching Christmas movies and eating takeout in matching Christmas onesies. You were still buzzing as you closed your eyes, resting your on Katie’s chest.

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[lillylvjy]

Girl, (your the one I want)

a/n- this is a scene in a book that I just finished reading and it was my favorite scene in the book so I just decided to write it with Wilbur:) enjoy!

Warnings// swearing, kissing, cheesy fluff, brushing each others teeth, tell me if I missed anything:0)

Not edited!!

Wilbur was rarely home at nights. And if he was, it was later at night, usually near midnight. But tonight was different. The band all agreed to take a day off and to just sit back and relax. So all you and Wilbur did today was wake up late, cuddle and watch movies together and bake cookies (you had to make an agreement with him).

But after you and Wil watch one last movie and had dinner, you both decided to go to sleep early so you both could get up early tomorrow morning. As the movie ended, you started to get up out of Wilbur’s hold, but got held back by Wilbur’s arms wrapping around you tighter.

“Nooo! Please don’t leave. You’re warm and cozy.” Wilbur whined as you finally got out of his loving hold.

“Wil, I’m not sleeping on the coach. And plus I need to wash my face and brush my teeth. So it’s either you can sleep on the coach or you can follow me and get ready for bed with me. Your choice.” You said as you walked down the hallway to your guy’s shared room.

You heard him groan, and soon enough you heard the patter of feet on the hardwood flooring, making quick strides to catch up with you. Soon enough, you were being lifted off the ground by arms wrapped around your waist from behind, carrying you to the bathroom as you laughed.

“Wilbur put me down!” You laughed as you both finally reached the bathroom. Wilbur put you down but quickly lifted you up and placed you on the sink. Wilbur came really close to your face and put your noses together.

You giggled. “Hello my love.” You said as you placed your hands on the back of his neck.

“Hehe, you look like a bug. My little lady bug!” Wilbur said in a high pitched voice as he started to tickle your sides.

“No! No, no, no! Wilbur, please! Haha! Truce, truce!” You laughed as you squirmed in his embrace. Wilbur quickly stopped tickling you and smiled at you. You smiled back at him and rubbed your noses together in an eskimo kiss.

“I love you.” You said to him. He giggled and licked your nose as you scrunched it.

“I love you more, ok let’s go I need to brush my teeth.” He said, clapping his hands in a chop chop manner.

You gawk at him in disbelief. “Oh hell no! You don’t get to do that.” You told him as he laughed and put his hands up in surrender.

“Ok, ok! Im sorry, now can I please brush my teeth?” He asked you, kissing your hands.

You went to move out of the way, but you quickly stopped yourself and smirked. You always meant to tell Wilbur about this thing you read in a book you read a couple weeks ago. But he was never home so you never got the chance, but now, now you can. “How about we brush each others teeth?” You asked him.

He raised his eyebrows and had an amused grin on his face. “Now where’d this come from?” He asked as he looked at you as you grabbed his tooth brush.

“A book. I found it cute and I wanted to try it out.” You said while getting his tooth brush ready and handing him your toothbrush. He smiled and hummed in agreement.

“Ok, but be prepared to move out of the way.” Wil warned.

You saluted back at him and brought his tooth brush up. “Ahhh.” You said, as if you were talking to a little kid. He laughed and opened his mouth as he also started to brush your teeth. “A, B, C, D, E-“

“What are you doing?!” Wilbur laughed as you continued to brush his teeth.

“I’m singing the alphabet obviously. “ you said as best as you could and rolling your eyes.

“Not the sass.” Wilbur replied back as you both laughed.

“F, I, J, K-“

“L, M, N, O, P.” Wilbur started singing with you.

“Q,R,S-“ you said as your motioned for Wilbur to continue.

“T,U,V” Wilbur continued as he giggled.

“W, X, Y, and Z. Now I know my A, B , C’s! Next time won’t you sing with meeee!” You sang as you finished brushing each others teeth. You quickly got down from the counter and let Wilbur go first. Soon after it was your turn.

After you were both done, you grabbed your face wash and quickly put your hair up. As you did you felt hands on your waist and looked up.

“What?” You asked as you looked at him.

“Nothing you just look really beautiful.” He said as he put his chin in the crook of your neck and left a kiss there. You quickly looked down fro his gaze to hide your flushed face.

“Are you going to wash your face? You should.” You said looking at him.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” He asked, faking an offended tone.

“Noo! I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant it’s good for your skin and everything.” You said as you grabbed a hair tie for Wilbur just in case he said yes.

“I know love. And yes, I would love too.” He said squeezing you tightly.

“Ok now let me put up your hair!” You said turning around.

Wilbur quickly moved away from you as he put a hand up to stop you. “Absolutely not!”

“Wil! Your hair is like a fucking lions mane!” You laughed at him.

“And it’s going to stay that way until the EP comes out darling.” Wilbur finishes as he leans in to kiss you.

You kiss him back and pull away to look at him. “Yeah but once it’s out, we’re getting rid of this.” You said as you ran your hands through his hair.

Wilbur smiled down at you. “That’s fine with me love.” He said, as he kissed you one last time. “Ok now can we please hurry up so I can go to bed?!”

“Screw you.”

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[leonpob]

5 Songs Tag - QL Shows Edition

tagged by @morkofday. Thank you for tagging me in another game. I feel so special ☺️

When you get this, list 5 songs from the Asian QL media that you actually listen to.

🎶They do not have to be custom-made for the series. 🎶Non-western tracks only. Let's support Asian music and languages! 🎶Feel free to tag anyone who may be interested in participating. 🎶Add #5qls tag to your post for others to find the new favourites!

These will most likely be from Thai shows. I don’t know how to pick just 5 😭

I. Coming of age (ไม่ปล่อยมือ) Ost from I Promised You the Moon by Bilkin and PP Krit

This will always be my favorite song. It is one of my ringtones and I use it as an alarm. I just love the way Pp and Bilkin sang this. It’s so so good 😍 IPYTM is better than ITSAY. I said what I said.

II. Unable (สิ่งเดียวที่ไม่ยอม) ost from Be My Favorite by Gawin Caskey

This song just idk what it was. I loved it from the second I heard the teaser. I am obsessed with it. I love Gawin’s voice and I love how lovey dovey and painful the song is. It’s both. Both is good.

III. Closer (ไม่ไกลหัวใจ) Ost. Cupid's Last Wish by Mix Sahaphap and Earth Pirapat

This is a tricky one because I actually did not enjoy Cupid’s Last Wish nearly as much as I wanted to. This song is super catchy though and I really enjoy listening to it. Plus Earthmix are special to me lol

IV. Just Being Friendly (เพื่อนเล่น ไม่เล่นเพื่อน) by Tilly Birds

I don’t even remember how I found this song, but I was listening to it so much and then Nunew covered it on Cutiepie and I was like 😍😍😍 Then we got it again in My School President. It’s such a cute song. I love it so much.

V. REDO (ย้อนเวลา) Ost. Be My Favorite by Krist Perawat

Everything about this show has been amazing. I love the music. I love the characters. I love the way they are telling the story. This song is so upbeat and catchy. I love it.

Bonus: Our Way from Sky in Your Heart by Mek Jirakit, Have I Found Vice Versa ost by Sea Tawinan, 1000 Stars Ost by Earth Pirapat(not Gun Napat) Tomorrow by Ford Arun from Moonlight Chicken, My Side from Not Me by Off Jumpol and Gun Attapphan, and finally My Luck A Boss and a Babe ost by Book Kasidet

Tagging: @forcebook @forever-in-phapundao @gunsatthaphan @wanderlust-in-my-soul @machikeita @mrsandypants @mantrisanu @pharawee @taeminie @boun-prem @oswlld

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

4!!

Send me a number

WARNINGS: drug use (weed), cheating, p in v!

She just couldn’t stop staring at him. Him and that fucking pink beanie she knew she would probably never get back. She could never look at Harry again without her mind flashing back to what happened a few days ago.

...A FEW DAYS BEFORE…

“You’re still here?” Harry spoke making Y/N gasp, her hand flying up and landing over the spot on her chest where her heart was pounding from the scare Harry had just given her.

“Jesus…” she answered as she calmed down and he grinned at her.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He excused himself as he walked further into the control room of the studio where Y/N had been for a better part of the day. She was helping with the editing and producing of his long anticipated third album. It was fucking good so far, “It’s nearly 2am.” He informed and she groaned.

“Damn, again?” She asked through a whine and he chuckled and nodded in confirmation. This was the third day she’d just been sucked into the editing, but when you find a flow it’s best not to stop.

“What track are you working on?”

“Daylight. I’m just about done actually, was about to give it a final listen if you want to hear it? Think I’ve managed the perfect balance.” She said with a proud grin and he nodded at her invitation and she handed him the headphones and she restarted the track on the software for him.

He immediately smiled at the slight reverb she had applied to the keyboards at the start, giving a dreamy and wave-like illusion that made his head bop along almost immediately. Everything was sounding exquisite as he sang long lowly. The levels of the vocals were completely balanced and god, the harmonies in the second verse. They gave almost a surround sound experience from how she had arranged them. He reached for the volume dial and turned it up, which made Y/N grin and his eyes widened as the electric guitar bounced from ear to ear right before the bridge.

“Oh shit!” He exclaimed as he banged his head along to the heavy instrumental. Even with all of the loud sounds the vocals came through clearly. It was perfect. Harry sang along quietly as the song continued and started winding down and finally ended. He pulled off the headphones with a huge smile, “You killed it, Y/N! That’s so fucking perfect, Tom’s going to lose his shit when he hears this tomorrow.” Harry exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah, you think so?” She asked a bit timidly and he nodded.

“Hell yeah. I love it! You did really good!” He complimented her work again, “Understood the assignment 100%.” He assured her and she giggled. Tom had said that the main thing he wanted was a good sound balance with this and she had done that.

“I aim to please.” She shrugged with a small smile before letting out a long breath and standing from her seat. Harry’s eyes followed along the length of her body as she let her neck roll back and her arms reach up high in what looked to be a most delicious and well deserved stretch. Her shirt rode up a bit, exposing her skin which was soon covered in goosebumps. Fuck, he wanted her so bad.

Y/N was absolutely beautiful. She had been traveling around with his little production team to various places as they worked on this album. Tom thought that she had a very keen ear and a promising future with some mentoring and well, he wasn’t wrong about that. The quality of her work was always top notch. Harry wouldn’t normally interact with production and editing as much as he was now, but with this being a team of 4, sometimes 5 if Mitch was able to join, everyone did a little bit of everything and she had been teaching him a lot about the technicalities of music. He’s yet to hear her play or sing something, but if Tom & Tyler had advocated for bringing her along he was positive that her talent was incredible.

She was still a bit closed off, she was rather mysterious. Y/N hadn’t fully come out of her shell even after they’d all spent months together. Harry wasn’t going to lie to himself and say he didn’t have a crush on her or even the hots for her at times, but he needed to be professional. They were such a small team that he couldn’t afford to fuck this up. Not making a move was becoming a struggle for him though. He then talked himself down for a while when he found out that she wasn’t single, but the more he got to know her slowly he started to not give a fuck about that.

“Do you want to have a smoke?” He asked out of the blue and she glanced down at him.

“Sure.” She said and soon she was heading out to the terrace of the studio they were holed up for the next few weeks.

The night was a bit cool and she looked up at the night sky as she waited for Harry to return with his little weed bag. He plopped down right next to her, providing her some much needed warmth as their arms touched and he then pulled out a pre-rolled joint and sparked it up before handing it off to her where she took the first hit of it. He tried not to stare at her mouth, but it couldn’t be helped. She then passed the joint over to him where he too inhaled slowly and carefully, holding it in for a moment before letting out. They sat silently for a bit, passing the joint back and forth. They were about halfway through it when she started feeling the effects of it tickling at her gently. She started to giggle out of nowhere and he glanced over to her with slightly droopy eyes before he caught the giggle bug too.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, my brain tickles.” She giggled and he laughed at her description of what the drug was doing to her. In all fairness, she was exhausted. They laughed a bit more as they chatted and bantered about what she had just said. “Oh shut it, you’re such a pest.” She huffed out with an eye roll.

“Am I?” He asked with a lazy grin.

“Yeah, H.” This was the first time she had called him that and he loved it, “A real thorn in my side.” She joked and he chuckled.

“Have to be. Can’t have you forgetting me, now can I?” He asked and she just turned her head towards him and smiled.

“Impossible.” She hummed and he felt his heart flutter as her eyes traveled down his face and unmistakably settled at his mouth. “Does it feel weird to have a mustache?” She changed the topic completely and he smiled at her when their eyes met again.

“Not weird…But it does take some getting used to. Like when I lick my lips and feel hair there it like throws me off sometimes.” He explained and she hummed.

“Always found mustaches a tad offensive but you’re changing my mind on that.” She determined with another glance down at his lips. "You kinda make it hot." she giggled and he smiled, thanking the mighty heavens that it was nighttime and she couldn't see his blush.

"Yeah?" he asked turning his body completely towards hers and she nodded.

They continued talking in close proximity as they finished off the joint and soon started making their way back into the studio. Brushing shoulders as they walked down the halls. Harry's warmth was like a gravitational pull, or maybe that was his cologne that made her question her self-restraint. She wanted to just nestle against him and breathe him deep. How she wished that it was him intoxicating her mind, not the drug they'd just smoked. But she was taken... she shouldn't be thinking this. Maybe it was just because she was high. They stopped at her bedroom door and she glanced up at him, bidding herself not to do anything stupid.

"Wanna watch a movie?" she asked and he nodded. With that she opened up the door and they stepped inside of the dark and cool room. The made their way in quietly and as soon as she closed the door Harry stepped up to her and grabbed her face gently in his hands. He let his nose skim down hers lightly before latching his lips to her own. She gave in far too easily. His lips were so soft and warm as they moved with hers.

They eventually ended up in her bed panting hotly into each others' mouths as she rode his cock. She was settled in his lap as his arms were hugged around her, blunt nails pressing into her shoulders as her fingers tangled themselves in his curls. He was bigger than she was accustomed to and it made her hiss when she'd drop her hips down into his. He was so deep, it would shoot a little tinge of pain through her but it felt too good to stop. Harry was obsessed with the way their chests were pressed together, he could feel how hard her nipples were and it made him want to suck his mark around the pert little buds.

"Oh fuck." he groaned, tossing his head back, letting it bang into the wall as her walls clamped tight around him, "Fuck Y/N! Gonna make me come so hard, baby." he panted and she moaned as she latched her lips to his neck, careful not to leave marks as she kissed at his hot skin. He then fit his hand between them to rub at her clit and she started to wither.

"Harry!" she whimpered, her moans started to get louder the closer and closer she got to her end.

"Shhh, shhhh, shhh..." he warned, "Need you to stay quiet, baby. We have'ta be quiet." he whispered and she shut her eyes tight, "Fuck, come for me, baby. Give it to me." he panted as he felt her start to tip over the edge and her mouth opened in a silent cry, head tossed back as she gasped before letting out a high pitched squeak as she starting coming. The pleasure was shaking her body and he kept working her through it, completely mesmerized by the way she looked and felt. God, she was fucking perfect. She quickly lifted herself from his cock and stroked at him until he was grunting her name along with curse words as streams of his cum spurted from the tip of his cock and ran down her fist in warm, thick streams as they kissed ardently.

After cleaning up a bit they passed out. And early in the morning Harry woke up and buried his face in her cunt and fingered her until she was squirting for him. His hair was a fucking mess from the way she had been pulling at it. And he immediately started making out with her, grinding his clothed cock against her throbbing center, just about ready to take her again when they faintly heard the call of his name at a slight distance. He immediately shot up and she bit her lip nervously when they heard it again. Tom was looking for him. He couldn't know.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he cursed lowly as they sat up.

"The window." she said, "It doesn't have a screen." he nodded and pulled on his t-shirt and shorts as he rushed over. "Wait, your hair is a fucking mess! Dead giveaway!" she whisper-shouted, "Here." she tossed him her favorite hot pink beanie and he fixed it onto his head before rushing out. He flashed her a grin before rushing off and she quickly shut the window.

...FLASHBACK OVER…

As much as she felt her heart fluttering wildly with a need for him she felt guilty too. She had cheated and she didn't regret it. It wasn't his fault, she could've stopped him, but she hadn't wanted to. They hadn't talked about it since it happened.

"Y/N. what did you think?" Tyler asked her and she let her thoughts about her situation fade away as she plastered a smile on her face and nodded.

"Yeah, that's good." she assured Tyler and then she looked to Harry and nodded in confirmation of her decision on the song they were working on.

"Sick, let me go grab Tom so we can show him." Tyler said excitedly and hurried off and she bit her lip nervously when Harry fully turned to her. She stayed quiet and he made his way over. It made her so nervous as he took her hand in his large ones, caressing over it gently.

"D-do you...do you regret it?" He asked her with concern and she shook her head.

"That's what scares me, I think? I'd do it all over again." she admitted and he took a quick glance around before dipping down to kiss her. Their lips met eagerly before they broke apart quickly.

"Come to my room tonight? Like 10:30?" he whispered and she nodded and he kissed her once more and then rushed back to his original seat when he heard Tom and Tyler approaching. Y/N pulled out her phone to feign busyness and opened her texts and immediately felt her stomach sink at the unread message from her significant other.

Hey sweets, haven't spoken in a few days. I know you're busy, but can we FaceTime tonight? Like 10-10:30? LMK Love you!

Y/N read over the message again a few times and bit her lip nervously. Then she saw a message come in from Harry as Tom and Tyler rushed in and Harry moved from the seat before the monitor, watching as she read over his text.

Pick a number 1-5.

5?

You sure?

She glanced up to him and he looked to her and she nodded before typing it out.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Alright, that's how many times I'm gonna make you come for me tonight.

Once with my fingers, twice with my tongue, and twice on my cock. Can't wait to make a mess of you, baby.

She felt her face burn as the blood rushed up to it as her body started to tingle. She was turned on now and when she glanced up to him he was grinning smugly at her and she groaned softly as she typed furiously.

THORN IN MY FUCKING SIDE.

She typed and then put her phone face down and as Harry read the words he grinned and slipped his phone in his pocket. This would be fun.

#writing #harry styles #0nlythrowharrybeaux #picture prompt challenge #harry styles fan fic #harry styles smut

[mermaidsirennikita]

Hi, love your blog! What would you say are your favorite meet cutes or hate at first sight in historical romance?

Thanks so much!!

I think one of the best meet cutes I've read in a historical ever is in Dreaming of You. Derek is very literally get his face slashed by a group of attackers paid by his ex lover (to ruin his looks of course) and Sara just walks up and shoots the guy attacking him in the throat and kills him. And as soon as she realizes who Derek is, as she's supporting him on the walk to the club, she's like "OH HELLO MR. CRAVEN MAY I SHADOW YOU FOR MY BOOK???" And he's like "... Jesus Christ".

Secrets of a Summer Night has a good one too, with Simon Hunt immediately getting under Annabelle's skin with that stolen kiss. Which Lisa has cut from recent editions, ugh. Lillian and Westcliff sorta have their meet cute in this one too. I believe they know each other beforehand, but him walking in on her playing rounders in her underwear and deciding to hate her Because Lust is so pivotal.

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall has an amazing one for Peggy and Orfeo. Peggy is planning on trying to help her friend/ex get Orfeo's attention, and when she goes with said friend to an opera performance, Orfeo notices Peggy instead and zeroes in on her. And Peggy's friend had just said she'd heard Orfeo's singing voice made people come, and Peggy literally fainted when Orfeo sang because their voice was so beautiful. So when they're like "Hey I noticed you fainted" Peggy goes "I DIDN'T COME THO". It's definitely not a hate moment, but it's just such a good meet cute and I love this book so much.

Laura Kinsale writes really good meet cutes. in For My Lady's Heart, the hero and heroine meet when he's dropping his wife off at a convent (it's a lot) and the heroine, a married princess, sees him, accuses him of looking at her lustfully (he was) and then saves his ass and earns his blind devotion. Shadowheart features a heroine who gets ensnared by a seductive pirate guy and then he goes "LMAO FORCED MARRIAGE TIME". Flowers from the Storm has a Quaker heroine who meets a rake hero who does this whole seductive thing where he's like "let me describe your sexy face to your blind father". It's great.

Gotta love Lisa Valdez's Passion, where the hero and heroine meet and immediately have sex behind a screen at like, a world's fair.

Hotel of Secrets by Anna Biller has a great meet cute where the hero saves the heroine from getting hit by a carriage, and then they immediately annoy each other.

The Duke Gets Even is so so so good on this meet cute/hate thing. Nellie and Lockwood meet when he's swimming (for his health) in the ocean and she's swimming (naked) also in the ocean. He thinks she's a sexy mermaid, she flirts, they make out, she grabs his hair and realizes he's into giving and receiving pain, he tries to get her to have sex with him, she's like "meet me tomorrow night" and then the day after it's revealed that he's about to propose to hER BEST FRIEND. And then they loathe each other. The Bride Goes Rogue has this hate at first meeting thing too--the hero and heroine have been betrothed for years but never interact until she asks him when they're actually going to get married and he says NEVER ACTUALLY.

A Caribbean Heiress in Paris by Adriana Herrera has this. The heroine is a rum heiress who goes to sell her wares in Paris, and the hero is a Scottish whiskey guy. It's immediately like "competitive sparks" vibes, which turns into sexual tension, which turns into an orgasm on the Eiffel Tower.

The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes by Cat Sebastian--the hero and heroine actually meet over letter when he's trying to blackmail her. And then he falls in love with her over the verbal sparring, while she thinks he ain't shit. SO GOOD.

After Dark with the Duke by Julie Anne Long has a great setup where the stiff, war hero guy meets the scandalous much younger opera singer girl and looks down on her, leading to mutual enmity (and tension).

The Viscount and the Vixen by Lorraine Heath, where the hero marries the scammer heroine right after meeting her to save his dad from being scammed (it's a thing) so now they're legally bound and he hates her.

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt, where Isabel saves Winter while he's in a full vigilante outfit and is bleeding from a stab wound and he still manages to get visibly turned on by her wound care lmao.

#romance novel blogging #book recs

[that-stray-bird]

Festival of Music

Beneath the summer blossoms, playing and dancing free, Reminiscing 'bout the snowfall, lost in reverie. A dragon lurks behind rubies, blood red, As the bird ponders the danger ahead.

(Don't know how to properly add audio, so here's the link to the song I kept listening to while writing this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l45AMf9QIV8)

Warnings: a bit creep vibes? unsettling, mentions of mourning, suicidal things, mass suicide case, Shibusawa being a bit ooc??.

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The plaza was bustling with people. Stalls were being set up, and flower beds and pots adorned the central area, where you helped your friends and the festival planners arrange the performance area. Excitement surged within you, eager for the upcoming festival when you would perform with your friends.

You were first uncertain when Markel sent you an invitation to perform for the Summer Music Festival, but after talking about it with President Fukusawa and your friends, who seemed really excited about the festival and seeing you perform in public. They pestered you to accept the invitation, and after getting approval from Fukusava, you cleared up your work schedule to contribute to the festival planning. 

Now you were here, helping Misaki set the chairs as Markel and others finalized the remaining details.

The Summer Music Festival was a small event that would allow smaller bands and less-known musicians to perform. It was perfect for you since you would have grown more anxious if it was like one of the big ones. 

"I'm really glad that you could join us, (Name)," Misaki said as she helped you carry one of the benches. "It's been forever since we all performed together," you smiled at her as you two set the bench down. 

"What can I say? It's been quite eventful these days in the Agency. We barely had enough time to have a peaceful lunch break," you said, "But I am glad too. I usually avoid playing in public, but I think this is a good chance to help me get over my social fear," Misaki grinned at your claim. 

Markel suddenly groaned in annoyance. “Seriously?! The festival is supposed to start tomorrow, yet those flowers look more dead than my grandfather!” He pointed at the flowers attached to the lamp posts. The white flowers were either closed or drooping, most likely due to last night's rain.

“They are going to kill the mood of the festival if they don't start waking up soon. Where are those florists we paid?” Markel looked around as you all approached him.

"You know, I could possibly help with that. My ability has a special effect on flowers," you said, and Markel looked at you with hope. "If you could, then please! That would save us a lot of trouble!" he had his hands together in a prayer. 

"Do you need some peace? I do need all of you to carry the rest of the equipment," Markel pointed at your friends. "Alright then, let's go," Keiji stated as they all began to leave with Markel. "Make sure to make those flowers pop with life, (Name)!" Markel called out as you were left alone in the performance area. 

You shook your head with a smile before approaching your violin case you had brought along. 

Opening the case, you picked up your beloved instrument and the bow before walking to the center of the area and looking out to the empty benches and chairs. Some old memories flashed through your mind before gently laying the violin on your shoulder as you thought of the flowers and bringing them to life. 

After adjusting, you then allowed the music to guide you. 

The song was one of your old favorites from your world. It woke a sense of magic and love within your heart, and it was one of the songs you once performed to a bigger crowd with two others. 

You remember them dancing and playing music with you. You all were dressed in white, dancing beneath a soft snow rain. One sang from the bottom of their heart while the other played a melody that harmonized with yours. The memory of performing with them on stage lingers—just the three of you, creating music with your hands and voices.

It was a moment where you all forgot the world, you and your two friends. 

In your daze, you danced along with the music. 

The light from your song stirred the flowers, coaxing them to bloom with vibrant life in innocent shades of white. Your light also extended to the other flowers in the beds, allowing them to bloom even more beautifully. 

You became so immersed in the melody that you were unaware of having caught someone's attention.

Continuing to play until you reached the end, you let the music gradually fall silent, the glow from your violin lingering within the blossoms. The plaza now appeared more lively than it did before.

Your thoughts were disturbed by the sudden sound of clapping hands. 

"Bravo… That was a lovely performance," a man sat at one of the chairs, clapping his gloved hands together. You were nearly startled by his appearance. He was dressed in fancy white clothing, and long white locks flowed down from his shoulders. He had a pale complexion, perhaps the palest you have ever seen, and when he opened his eyes, they were red as blood. 

Goosebumps scattered across your arms and skin as you continued looking at him. You didn’t wish to have negative thoughts, but the strange man looked like a living ghost. 

"Your song awakened the flowers and the light..." he hummed as he had a strange smile on his face, "The light basked me in strange emotions I haven't felt in a long time. It's like I've been brought to life once more, " 

"I apologize if you felt strange. My ability can affect bystanders even if I don't intend to. It usually shares my feelings, so it shouldn't have any negative effects unless they made you feel uncomfortable,” you said as the pale man stood up. 

"No harm done, miss. Your ability sure is something I haven't seen before. It is unique and even beautiful," the pale man said, looking into your eyes. "Well..." you started, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I'll thank you for the compliment, mister..." 

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko," the man replied, "And may I know your name, miss?" 

"I'm (Name) (Last Name)," you introduced yourself. 

"Ah... I thought you looked a bit familiar. You were part of the little group called The Angels Of Music, am I correct?" he questioned.

"Yes, have you seen me perform before?" you inquired.

"No. I never had a great interest in music and concerts, but I had heard about the stunning performances you and the other two created together," Shibusawa answered. "Meeting you now, I almost wish I had seen you perform," he added.

"Well, I have never been someone striving for fame. It was a little group project I enjoyed doing for a while, but I always crave more of a peaceful life. However, there's a festival coming up. You can come see me play if you'd like," you pointed out.

Shibusawa chuckled. "You had caught my interest, so I might come to take a look," 

You frowned when you finally heard the tones of his soul. Shivers ran down your spine as his tones emanated an aura of danger, something feral and empty. Now, that was a strange yet frightening combination. 

"What do you do, Mr. Shibusawa?" you questioned. 

"Hm?" he tilted his head at you. "My ability allows me to hear the tones of people, technically the songs of their souls. It's a strange trait, but it lets me learn a lot about a person—whether they're friendly, safe, hiding something, or potentially dangerous," you explained, stepping back to a safe distance while keeping your eyes locked with him.

"I mean no offense, but your tones are... odd," you added.

"Interesting... then what does my soul tell about me?" Shibusawa looked at you with intrigue. 

You carefully examined the tones from within him, trying to come up with a valid description. "It's like... a beast," you started. "A serpent... that hides itself behind a face of a beauty to fit in and hide its venomous fangs. It is bored, yet feels creed to have something for itself, so it constantly seeks, " you describe as you then hear a sudden change in his tune. "Now it feels a little excitement that only fuels its desire to have more," 

"You honestly remind me of a dragon," you stared into Shibusawa's eyes as they had not left yours.

"Bold yet an accurate description. You keep surprising me, Ms. (Last name)," he smiled. 

"So, what do you do, Mr. Shibusawa?" you asked again. 

"I like to… collect things,” he answered. “You like to collect? So, does that really make you a dragon, collecting things for its hoard?” you questioned, making him release an eerie laugh. 

"And from what I can still pick up, you haven't exactly found what you desire yet?" you questioned as you sensed something missing in his soul.

"Lamentably so, but I believe I will find it soon enough," Shibusawa answered. 

"I wish you good luck on that, then," you said, and he had a smile on his face like he found something funny in your sentence. 

"You are amusing, Ms. ( Last name). I will definitely come to see you perform shall you survive what is to come," Shibusawa said as he began to leave. You frowned when you heard the last part of his statement. 

"What do you mean by that?" you questioned, but then you heard Misaki yell out for you.

"Hey, (Name)! Love what you did to the place!" she yelled. You glanced at your friends and Markel as you saw them coming, but you when you looked back. You found Shibusawa gone like he was never there. 

You felt a rush of cold spiders run across your back. You had a weird feeling about him, especially after what he said about surviving what was to come. 

Markel and your friends approached you. "Wonderful. Now, this is more like it," Markel complimented as he gazed at the flowers that bloomed on the lamps and beds. Your friend Tsukiko noticed the concerned look on your face. 

"(Name), are you okay? You look rather pale," she asked, which made others look at you as well. 

You hesitated for a moment but then answered. 

"I'm fine," 

"Are you certain? You look cold. I hope you're not getting sick now," Markel laid the back of his hand against your forehead. "Seriously, I'm fine. I just had some thoughts, that's all," you assured as you brushed his hand away. 

Your phone then suddenly ran into your pocket. You picked it up to see who was calling, then answered when you saw it was Kunikida. 

"Yeah?" you said to the phone. 

"(Name). I'm sorry to call you now that you're supposed to be busy with the festival, but I have to ask you to come to the agency for an urgent meeting," Kunikida stated. A frown dressed your face since you knew something serious must be happening for an urgent meeting to occur. "Why? What is going on?" you questioned. "We possibly have a mass suicide case on our hands, so please come as quickly as possible," Kunikida replied. 

You felt cold at the thought of mass suicide. "Okay, I will be there," you said, then ended the call.

"I hate to say this, but something serious has happened, and I'm needed at the Agency," you glanced at Markel and your friends.

"Oh, dear. Well… things are pretty much done here, so I'll let you go. I hope whatever has happened will be resolved quickly," Markel stated.

"I hope so too. I'll see you guys later," you said as you picked up your things and left the plaza.

The thought ran through your mind as you walked the streets. The sudden call to the Agency about possible mass suicides and the strange man you met at the plaza. Why do you have a feeling those two are somehow connected? 

In your daze, you suddenly heard a familiar tone and saw the brown-haired bandaged man walking out of the cemetery. 

"Oh, hey, Dazai!" you called out and waved at him.

He stopped when he heard you call out to him and smiled when he saw you. 

"Kunikida called for an urgent meeting. Telling from the tone of his voice It’s something very serious,” you said as you stopped beside him. He released a tired yawn. 

“Yeah. I know. He sent Atsushi to tell me the same thing, but honestly, I’m not feeling it today, so I’m gonna give it a pass. I feel more like trying a new suicide technique,” he said with a grin. 

You were about to scold him till you noticed a familiar tone in his soul. It was filled with longing and a sense of mourning. It made you feel a sense of pity for him since it was a tone you were familiar with. 

"Oh, It's that kind of day. In that case, I'm not gonna say anything," you stated. Dazai looked at you curiously. "You're gonna go somewhere to remember someone, somewhere where you have the most fond memories of them. It's a tone that often occurs in you," you explained as cars pass you both. 

A soft smile adorns Dazai’s face. "You know I'm sometimes frightened of how well you can see through me. Feels like I can't hide anything from you," he said. 

"Well, my ability doesn't give me a lot of options in that, but even so, I really do not need my ability to tell what you might be feeling," you explained before deciding to continue your journey. 

"Be careful. I have an odd feeling that something big might happen soon," you said as you continued your walk. 

"Can't promise I might not try something risky, but I try. You stay safe too," Dazai said as he went on his way. You looked back at him for a moment, having an odd feeling about his words, but then decided to leave it be and get to the Agency before you ended up being late for the meeting.

#bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bsd x you #dead apple #bsd dead apple #the outworld melodia #various x reader #dazai x reader

[esthermitchell-author]

(5/5) The Starmaker's Daughter (FanFic based on Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett)

Part V: Milestones & Memories

A.Z. Fell and Co. Bookshop, Soho, London -- 2 Years Later

Crowley drifted somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, in that twilight space where he still remembered the song of the stars as something beyond his daughter's laughter. He let out a quiet, contented sigh, feeling the warm weight of the toddler against his chest where she was sprawled out asleep -- he resisted the urge to chuckle at just how much like him she could be -- and Aziraphale's gentle voice murmured over them, reading Jemmy the same story she begged for every night, even though it always knocked her right out. So far, they'd never got more than halfway through.

"I think she's out, angel," he murmured, giving Aziraphale's hand a light squeeze where their fingers were twined together against the starling's back, his fingers feeling the warm smoothness of his angel's wedding band pressing into his skin.

The angel's laughter was a rueful flutter of sound. "Think I should be offended I bore her to sleep?"

"Soothe, angel," Crowley corrected quietly, enjoying the steady thrum of Aziraphale's heart beneath his ear. "Your voice soothes the hellfire in her. Just like it does for me."

He felt the gentle brush of Aziraphale's lips against his forehead, and opened his eyes to gaze up into cerulean eyes that only became more beloved, the longer they were together. Had he imagined this life as possible, standing there on the wall of Eden, that day so many millennia ago? No, he couldn't say he had, because he already knew if he had, he would have wrapped himself around his angel that day and never let go.

"I love you, angel," he murmured, now, the words clogging his throat as they always did, so laden with emotion he could barely speak them. So holy to him, it seemed like the most blasphemous of sins to let the air touch them.

"I love you, too, my darling." The returned words sang like the entire host of starlight ringing in his ears, taking him back to the moments in the Before, when he hadn't even realized he was in the presence of his eternity. What a daft little twat he'd been, as an angel, to look out at the stars, at the nebula, and not even realize the most beautiful part of all existence stood beside him, instead.

Another quiet sigh shivered through him as he unwound his fingers from the angel's. "I suppose I should put her to bed. She's got a big day, tomorrow."

Aziraphale hummed. "About that. I was thinking..."

Crowley's eyes widened, and he shot his angel a look of reproach. "Absolutely not."

"Now, Crowley, I think you're being unreasonable."

Carefully swinging his feet to the floor, he eased himself upright while keeping hold of and not jostling their sleeping daughter in the process. He shot his angel a baleful look and shook his head. "Let me put her down. Then we'll discuss why you're not pulling your magic act out of mothballs. There's a reason we agreed to retire the act."

Aziraphale huffed, but carefully marked the page where he'd stopped reading -- why, Crowley had no idea, because Jemima would just beg him to start it over next time, and Aziraphale always caved -- and laid the storybook aside. Crowley felt his angel's gaze on him the whole way to the staircase and knew the exact moment when Aziraphale stopped being irritated and was instead watching them with open adoration. Over the years, he'd become familiar with the changes in the air, based on Aziraphale's mood. His angel rarely stayed upset at him or their daughter for longer than a moment or two unless they did something that put them in danger.

Aziraphale had been angry at him for an entire week the first -- and only -- time he made the admittedly bad decision to take the London streets at high speeds with their daughter in her car seat in the back of the Bentley. In his defense, he'd been frazzled. He'd heard Nina say Aziraphale was at A&E, and he'd about lost his mind worrying until he arrived, Jemmy in tow, to discover what Nina'd been trying to tell him was that Aziraphale had borrowed Maggie's car to take poor Justine, who'd cut herself rather badly on a broken glass, to get stitched up. He'd felt a right idiot afterward, having not stopped to think that of course an Archangel wouldn't need to go to A&E for himself, but at the time...

Now, glancing back toward where Aziraphale sat watching him with a small, loving smile, Crowley regretted nothing. For Aziraphale and Jemima, he'd face down all of existence, if he had to. Without them, there was no existence. Not for the likes of him.

Humming under his breath, a familiar song about angels and nightingales, he finished the trip to his daughter's room, tucking her gently into her small bed, then smothering a chuckle when she sleepily wrapped one small arm around her favorite plush animal -- a pastel purple dragon with sparkly lamé wings -- as he brushed a kiss over her soft strawberry-blonde curls and whispered, "Sweet dreams, poppet."

Flipping on the switch that turned on the nightlight, casting a wash of star shapes across the ceiling of the room, he pulled the door around until it was closed all but a tiny crack, and headed back downstairs to face down an angel over why a three-year-old might find it traumatizing to have her "fafa" make a fool -- albeit an adorable one -- out of himself at her birthday party.

THE END

#good omens #good omens fandom #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #azicrow #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #ineffable spouses #crowley #fanfic #good omens 3 #go fanfic

[abbatoirablaze]

Shameless, Chapter 5

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings: mentions of alcoholism, forced consumption of alcohol, manipulation. 

“Because baby there ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough!” your father began to sing, a giant smile on his face as he continued to play.

“TO KEEP ME FROM GETTING TO YOU BABE!” you both sang in unison. 

He smiled as he continued to play, your giggles joining in with his voice as you tried to sing the words to the song.  When it was over you were pouting, begging him to play more. 

“No, no,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair, “it’s bad enough I let you stay home from school today.  Monica will have my ass if she knew-“

“But daddy-you’re not gonna make me go to the doctors like mommy said, right?”

“Sofia, you have to get some rest,” he laughed, shaking his head, “we don’t need to go to the doctors.  Those assholes are just a bunch of scamming know-it-alls.  You just need a little rest is all…now go on up to your bed.”

You pouted a little bit more, and he turned his attention back to the piano.  When he started playing again you sighed and leaned into his side, “daddy…why don’t you always play?  You are really good.”

“There’s no money in it, kiddo,” he sighed, humming to himself, “people only wanna hear others being talented if they can exploit it a million ways til Sunday and then some.  And me…I’ve always been too poor and too white to get someone to listen.”

“But you’re really good…”

“And it’ll be our little secret,” he laughed.  He stopped playing and looked at you, “do  you want me to show you how to play?”

“Yeah!”

“Aright, come here!” he said, pulling you onto his lap.  You giggled more as he put your hands over the ivory keys, and gently pressed down on them, “this is called a chord…if you put enough chords together, we can play a song.”

You looked up at him, wonder in your eyes, “you’re a good dad, daddy…”

You didn’t notice the tears in his as you refocused on the keys.  He pressed a kiss to your temple and shuddered, “thank you baby…that’s all I want.”

“Just walk away, walk out that door, just turn around now!” he sang.  You sighed from your spot on the stairs, Carl leaning against your side while you watched your father do the same thing he’d done to you with Debs.  Your hand wandered from around Carl’s shoulders to his hair, and you began to mindlessly play with it.

The family laughed around you before joining in, singing.  All the while, all you could think about was the day when you were seven and a half and your dad let you stay home from school because you were feeling sick, only for you to stumble downstairs halfway through the morning to see him playing the piano.

You were snapped from your thoughts when Lip got up, anger changing the air in the room, “I can’t believe you guys are buying all his bullshit!  Come on Kar, I’ll walk you home.”

“What difference does it make?” Fiona asked.

“He’ll be drinking again by tomorrow anyways!”

You went to stand, and Carl pulled on your sleeve, “don’t jump in on it…please Fi Fi…”

You sighed and pulled your little brother into your lap, “try to ignore them, Carl…dad’s still playing.”

“Dad, do you know anything else?”

“Okay, any requests?” Frank asked, clapping his hands together.  Fiona gave you a look before her and V went through the kitchen.  You heard the front door slamming shut.

Kev gave you a sympathetic look.

“Carry Me Home On The Cross!”

You frowned at Ethel’s suggestion.  Your father looked up on the stairs at you and you smiled.  He seemed to be reading your mind as he played the few opening notes.

“Ain’t no mountain high!” you began.

“Ain’t no valley low,” he added in, “ain’t no river wide enough baby.”

“If you need me call me, no matter where you are!”

“No matter how far.”

“Don’t worry baby!” Kev added in with a smile. 

“Daddy, I don’t know that one!” Debs said quickly, stopping him from playing the song, “play something I know!”

“We could teach you, Debs!” you offered with a sad smile as you looked at your youngest sister, “dad taught me that song when I was really little…”

“Wait, you knew dad could play?”

“Who do you think taught her?” Frank scoffed, “the underfunded public school system?”

“Dad…”

He smiled up at you before turning his attention back to Debbie, “Well…what would you like to hear, Debs?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “can we play a game?  It’s family night!”

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart!”

“Alright, come on!” she grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the piano, “we can play a game with teams.  Daddy you can be on my team…”

“Can we play football?” Carl asked, standing up, “I want Sofia on my team!”

“We can play anything you want!” Frank grinned.  Carl all but jumped up out of your lap and you stood up.

“Go tell V and Fi, and I’ll help Carl find the football!” 

“Got it!” he grinned, running into the kitchen. 

You came down the stairs, and Debbie was all but lighting up.  You held your hand out to her, “come on, Debs.  Help me and Carl find the football.  The boys probably have it shoved somewhere in one of their closets.”

“I’ll go get the flashlights so we can line the yard!” she said quickly, running past you.  Shaking your head, you made your way back to the stairs, where your father was already running past you.

“Debs is grabbing flashlights from the front hall to line the yard with!”

“GREAT!  Debs on my team.”

“Well fine, Carl is on mine!”

“We get Kev and the Amish girl.  You can have Fiona and V.”

“You might just regret that decision!” you teased as you ran up the stairs, “CARL.  Where’s the ball?”

“GOT IT!” he grinned, running towards you, “we pick teams yet?”

“Debs, dad, Kev, and Ethel versus me, you, Fiona, and V.”

“We’re gonna crush em!” he said enthusiastically.

“HELL YEAH WE ARE!  LET’S GO GET FI and V.”

“FOR YOU!  FOR YOU!  I LOVE YOU!  DID YOU SEE THAT?”

You guys couldn’t help but giggle as Frank spun around on the floor after knocking down his pins.

“YEAH!”  Debbie cheered.

“GO DAD!” Carl agreed. 

“I’m hot.  Ho ho HOT! Look out!”

You looked up as Lip sat down behind the kids.  Kev started his frame. 

“Can I talk to you guys?” Lip asked.

“Sure.”

“What’s up?”

“Guys, don’t get too used to this, okay?”

“What?” Debbie asked as she put on her shoes.

“Dad’s not always going to be so nice.”

“Yes he will!” Carl disagreed, “he changed!”

“Lip…”

“They have to know, Fi Fi.  We can’t just let them think that this is going to be a forever thing.  It never is!”

“Let them enjoy the moments they get…we all got that!”

“No, not when he starts drinking again,” Lip grumbled, “he always goes back to drinking again.  He’ll go back to his old ways, and I don’t want the two of them getting hurt.”

“We’re right here!” Debbie muttered, “don’t talk to Fi Fi and act like you’re doing what’s best, Lip!”

“Hurt?” Carl asked sadly.

“Yeah…the last time this happened you guys were way too little to remember, but it has happened before.  I was about eight…Carl was a newborn, and you were just a year old…but we all thought Frank got his act together.  Came to a few of my games…made friends with the parents.  Got Fi Fi into ballet and Fi did some gymnastics classes down at the community center…he took Ian and me to some military celebration at a park and that’s when Ian knew he wanted to be in the military.  But things change.”

“You think he’s gonna put us in the military?” Carl asked, worry in his eyes.

“Dad wouldn’t do that to you, Carl!” you tried, reaching across Debbie to sooth your little brother’s nerves.

“Th-that’s not what I’m saying,” Lip said with a shake of his head, “look.  Remember that turtle you had last summer?”

“Walter?” Debs asked.

“Yeah, yeah.  Walter,” he confirmed, “and you guys were like really, really into him for like what, two weeks?  You guys talked to him and fed him, and you took him everywhere with you.  Right?  But after a while, you know, you guys got busy with other things.  So Walter’s water never got changed and nobody fed him.  Then Debs, like two months later you wanted to show Walter off to your friend Susie…and you guys started looking for him, and when you found him, he was all dried up and dead.  Now, you see, you guys are that turtle okay.  And dads you.  You get what I’m saying?”

Carl turned towards him excitedly, “dad’s buying us another turtle?”

“No…no.  Forget it,” Lip frowned, shaking his own head, “never mind.”

Carl got up and went towards your father, and Debbie shook her head, looking first to Lip, then to you, “is it true, Fi Fi?”

“Debs…”

“I know you wouldn’t lie to us about it!” she said quickly, looking at you hopefully, “are we the turtle?”

You nodded, biting your lip, “Yeah baby…we’re the turtle…it’s only a matter of time until dad goes back to drinking.  It always is.”

She thought about it for a second and turned back to your younger brother, “don’t worry, Lip.  I get it.  Daddy’s gonna forget all about us when he starts drinking again.  It’s okay.  I don’t mind.  But Fi Fi was right in what she said last night.  You guys got those memories…and me and Carl were too little last time.  I’m gonna enjoy this while it lasts if that’s okay…”

“Yeah…sure Debs…that’s uhm…that’s a good plan.” She nodded, getting up from her spot before going to grab a bowling ball.  You looked at Lip and he shook his head, “I just don’t want them to get hurt.  We never saw it coming.”

“You warned em, Lip…you tried,” you offered, messing with his hair, “but we can’t be mad at them…can’t be mad at Debs or Carl for wanting some of the good memories…it makes the bad ones seem a little less bad.”

“Yeah…I know...it just sucks…” he sighed, “because I never saw it coming.  I mean…I know that deep down, we probably knew he was gonna go back to being a douche, but you and Fiona pretended like it was going to be the new way of life…and I-I just fell into that trap.  When I hit that double Fi Fi…when I saw how proud he looked of me…I believed it…I don’t want Carl and Debs to believe it.”

“Come here!” you sighed, holding your arms out over the chairs.  Lip sighed and sat up just high enough over the chairs to hug you. 

“What the fuck is this?”

“Frank’s remodeling…”

“Oh shit,” you groaned, shaking your head, “no…this can’t happen.  We need to-“

“We need to kill the turtle!” Deb said from the top of the kitchen stairs, “right now daddy and Carl are up in the attic getting ready to cut a hole in the roof for a skylight.  It’s time to kill the turtle!”

“Uh…you guys know that you are the turtle in my story, right?” Lip asked. 

“Oh…right.”

“That’s okay,” he said, shaking his head, “I get what you’re saying.”

“Thanks!”

“You sure about this?”

“It’ll hurt less than if we wait two more weeks!” she said with a shrug.

“Okay!” he nodded.

Fiona looked at you and Lip, extremely confused, “what’s up with the turtle?”

“You wouldn’t understand!” she frowned, “come on.”

The four of you concocted a plan as you went upstairs, and Fiona hid in one of the rooms, while Lip pushed Debs towards the ladder.

“DADDY I THINK I SEE A MOUSE!”

“A mouse?” Frank asked, “uh, hold on.  I’ll be right down!  Where is the little-“

Lip pulled his stun gun from behind himself and caught Frank between the shoulder blades.  He fell to the floor, jolting.

“I thought the taser didn’t work?” Fiona asked.

“Yeah…I just told Carl that,” Lip replied, eyes never leaving his father, “I took the batteries out.  All right.  Open his mouth.”

Deb went to his feet, and you grabbed his hands, while Fiona opened his mouth and Lip opened the bottle. 

“No.  NO!” Frank pled as Fiona plugged his nose, “NO!”

Lip poured the booze down his throat and the second he swallowed all of you let go.  You frowned as your father’s eyes met yours and a tear slipped down his face. 

“What happened?” Carl asked from the attic.

“It’s better this way, Carl!” Debbie replied. 

Chapter 6

#shameless #season 1 #frank gallagher #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #kevin ball #veronica fisher #ethel

[merryfortune]

my favourite thing, your voice

Written for Mini's Femslash February 2024

Day 25. Your Voice

Title: my favourite thing, your voice

Ship: Dancingdivashipping | Asuka/Yuzu

Word Count: 

Universe: Arc V

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - Careers, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Inappropriate Workplace Relationship, Fluff, Affection

   Yuzu sat in her chair nervously. Her hands in her lap, her shoulders taut. Asuka, meanwhile, was nonchalant as anything as she got Yuzu ready for her big debut.

   All her life, Yuzu had a singular dream: to sing on stage.

   When she was little, her stage had been the living room floor with an audience consisting of her father and an assortment of stuffed animals or other dolls. Her father would clap and cheer and delight and it made Yuzu feel as though she were more important than the sun.

   When she got older, she tried other stages. Other audiences. She learned to sing properly, whether it was for a school play or a similar community production, Yuzu put in her all and did her best. She was beloved by mentors for her work ethic and often the ire of those who thought they deserved the top spot more.

   Lately, ever since being accepted into the most prestigious studio for musicals and other stage productions, Yuzu felt her critics knew better than her fans. That the latter were just being nice to her, that she didn’t truly deserve her place amongst the cast. 

   She had never been more aware of her inexperience than until now. What was the old saying? Big fish in a small pond? That was exactly what Yuzu thought she was. 

   Yet, somehow, she had been made the lead role.

   Yuzu had sung her little heart out at auditions. She danced and she followed orders. She never invited any slack, she did her best and there was something more to it, as well. A sparkle, a shine, a certain je ne se quois that her fellow recruits simply lacked and yet by some miracle, she had in spades.

   It was harrowing and yet, when Yuzu got the call and saw her name on the list, her whole world changed. Completely and utterly topsy-turvy and it was all because of her mentor, she was sure.

   Enter, stage left: Tenjoin Asuka.

   Tenjoin Asuka, wow, what a woman. She who would not get on stage but instead created darlings of the stage. She was all practicality and no-nonsense, hard work all the way and yet, there was a warmth. She didn’t want to break her pupils, merely fix them. She, like all the other peer leaders, were assigned their proteges in a process of matchmaking at the beginning of the recruitment arc.

   The best got the best, or so it went allegedly. Favouritsim? Nepotism? The whole system was corrupt but when fortune favoured you, it's hard not to love.

   Thus, it all too little surprise, that Yuzu was put under Asuka’s mentorship but there was something about Asuka which had Yuzu enamoured even beyond learning Asuka’s reputation. There was just something about her aura, her helpful advice and her kind smile, her bright eyes. Everything about her amazed Yuzu and she learned so much from Asuka.

   Though Asuka was a tough love mistress.

   She put Yuzu through all the drills from the ground up. Forced her to scrap everything that she thought she knew and started over. It was literally the worst thing in the world for a girl like Yuzu who was more pizazz and talent than hard work but it was worth it in the end.

   The night before the audition, Yuzu sang once more for Asuka and it was far more special than any other barking match they had ever had. She sang until she feared she couldn’t sing at all tomorrow. Her notes carried heart and soul, her pitch was clear and perfect, her lyrics memorised and executed with admiration.

   Yuzu panted when she finished and she felt… Empty. Satisfied and full and yet empty. Devoid of breath and energy but she had done so well, it caused her shoulders to slump forward loose as all she could muster was:

   “I did it. I really did it.”

   Asuka bounded to her feet and applauded her, “I love it! I love it so much!”

   Yuzu blushed, “Aw, gee, thanks…” She couldn’t help but to be humble as she had the praise of such a wonderful woman. She felt as though she could faint.

   That was the one thing Yuzu was sure would never change about her. Wouldn’t matter how big or small the role, how fancy the crowd and how big her cheque would be, all she wanted was to sing on stage for a crowd.

   There was no crowd she wanted to please more than the ones she loved and Asuka embodied a unique niche in Yuzu’s heart. More than friends, more than a mentor and mentee. It was oddly natural despite how unnatural it was to blur such lines between colleagues but at the end of Asuka’s training of her, they were more like equals.

   At least on the inside they were equals. The outside wasn’t ready to know that their mutual fondness and requited passions weren’t strictly professional. 

   Which led to moments like this.

   Small moments where it was just them. Halcyon, redolent. Sequestered away from gossip and prying eyes.

   Backstage was quiet. Especially this far into the bowels of it and when Yuzu, leading lady, was given a changing room all to herself. She was told it wasn’t that big but it was bigger than all the changing rooms combined in the community theatres that Yuzu had performed in previously.

   The walls were cream yellow with white lattice. The desk in front of her had the cliche mirror stickered with platitudes and light bulbs which were lit up softly. More makeup than Yuzu knew what to do with was set out in front of her but luckily, she didn’t need to know what to do with it.

   That was Asuka’s job.

   Yuzu did her best to stay still as Asuka swiped and swabbed, dabbed and stabbed. Makeup was a messy process but it wasn’t one which Yuzu hated. By the end of it, she felt like a princess but those spoils came with a wracking nausea, too.

   The more she transformed into the leading lady, the more Yuzu wanted off this ride. All that was left to do was her hair and for now, Asuka was running her fingers through Yuzu’s pastel pink locks and then again with her brush. She was under strict orders from the makeup department on how yuzu was to look and Yuzu had faith that Asuka would deliver but even so.

   She was nervous and Asuka could tell.

   “You’ll do great, I promise.” Asuka whispered.

   She leaned down and lifted her hand simultaneously. She kissed the strands of Yuzu’s pink hair through her fingers, through her knuckles and closed her eyes. Yuzu was perfumed with the scents of citrus and roses, it made Asuka smile as she held this token of affection for quite some time.

   More than enough time to make Yuzu even more nervous than before but giddy, too.

   Asuka sighed then pulled back, satisfied, she smacked her lips together and emanated the confidence only a veteran star could.

   “Now, go out there and break a leg.” Asuka said. “I want to hear it, my favourite thing, your voice.”

#femslash #dancingdivashipping #yugioh arc v #arc v #yugioh #femslash february #femslash february 2024 #arc v fanfic #tenjoin asuka #hiiragi yuzu #writing tag #clover and violets #clover and violets 2024 #my favourite thing your voice

[mrs-monaghan]

Anons running to your blog talking about tk promotions.. I sense some disturbance in the Force because their friends on tw screaming about how Tae's invited JK along because they are so loud and tk are always together 24/7 and they already came out at least 10 times and it's not a BH event so the comp can't hide them..And this is not for promotions and they can't wait the Marvels premier in November because Seojoon plays in that movie too.. yk, same bs different day..

The main lead in the movie is Tae's friend playing a soccer player in the SK national team...let me think who sang the official soundtrack of the WC? who met with the SK national team in Qatar? Tae can support his friend and JK can tag along with him in a soccer related movie, just saying..

But Jk doing a 1,5 hours live for Jm all by himself was fanservice and comp driven promotion bc JM needed it for his flop album? But suddenly JK is not same baby who has no own will and controlled by the company because he apperead in a premiere?

D-Day just dropped a few days ago, the tour hasn't started yet, maybe we got more content from Nj too and anons already talking about "tk promotions starting" thinking they are doing something? :D

But changing the subject: did you the Namgi Suchwita? how they talked about JK CK photos and they mentioned Jm being half naked too in SMf pt2? again with the "members can't mention jkk without the other" moments.. XD buy one, take 2.. :p

Buy one get one free indeed!

(Sorry I'm late anon)

Jikookers have consistency because Jikook have consistency. The cult's story is always changing because Tkk are not a couple so they don't have repetitive behaviour to compare to and analyse.

Just because I helped my friend carry her bags today, doesn't mean I'm gonna do that tomorrow if I don't feel like it. But i will always help my other half carry their bag if they want and need me to. Because I love them and I like helping them. Maybe I've even gotten into the habit of doing so that I don't even notice anymore. But my friend, my friend can sort themselves out. They have two hands just like me.

That's Jkk and Tkk in a nutshell. And that's how u tell friends from lovers. The vermin are always complaining oh JK didn't do this for V but he did this for Jimin. And the amount of of times it happens too! Like what will it take for these people to finally wake up???

#bts ask #ask shaz #the vermin #jikook #jimin and jungkook #bts #jimin #jungkook

[queenaeducan-writes]

V. Song

I had this in my head for ages but finally took the chance to write it for @hanal-ghilan-prompts! It’s based on the Lambton Worm song, written about a legend of a worm (dragon) that terrorised the countryside around the river Wear in Northeast England. I’ve lifted and changed lines where necessary. It’s written/sang in a Northumbrian dialect and if you’d care to hear it you can listen to the original song here. I made the Thedosian version of the song reference an ancient, fractured version of an ancient Elvhen story of how Andruil and Mythal fought after Andruil brought plague back from the Void. The song, as you see, casts Andruil in a much more favourable light, with the dragon, instead, representing the Blight. It’s intended as a city elf song similar to the Denerim lullaby Where Willows Wail.

One early mornin’ Andruil went A-huntin’ in the woods; An’ found some tracks along the trail She thowt leuk’t vary queer (=thought looked very strange) But wharra kind a tracks they were (=what kind of) Andruil cudden’t tell- She tipped her bow with adder’s kiss An’ took after the creature

Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs, (=Quiet! Boys, shut your mouths) An’ Aa’ll tell ye an aaful story, (=I’ll tell you an awful story) Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs, An’ Aa’ll tell ye ‘boot the wyrm (=about)

Noo out tha treetops burst a beast (=Now) That’d set yor hair on end (=your) Two flamin’ wings, three rows a’ teeth Bore doon on Andruil (=down) She nocked her bow, her aim were true She let her arrow fly The arrow lodged inside its chest But on the beast did glide

(Chorus)

This feorful wyrm had come to feed (=fearful) An’ blacken all the land It swally’d up wee lambs and bairns (=swallowed little lambs and children) As they lay doon to dream An’ when she’d eaten aal she cud (=all she could) An’ she had has her fill Away she went an’ lapped her tail Ten times roond Knotwood Hill (=round)

(Chorus)

Whei, Andruil knew ‘twas only she (=of course) Who could hope t’ slay the wyrm She hewed armour from the blackest night An’ went t’ face the wyrm The trail it left were whole houses wide New rivers lay in its wake The dwarves deep doon in Kal’Hirol Were whingin’ ‘boot a leak (=whining)

(Chorus)

Seun Andruil came to Knotwood Hills (=Soon) An’ the wyrm stirred from her kip (=nap) One look in bold Andruil’s eyes An’ she knew she’d seen her death She reared back her old aaful head Fire kindlin’ in her throat Andruil struck with her mighty spear An’ skewered her through the heart

(Chorus)

Why noo ye knaa hoo all the elves (=know how) Aboot the Hafter’s shores Still sing Andruil’s praises high For all the world t’ hear So let’s hev one out for our Mistress of the Hunt (let’s drink to) Who kept our lands frae harm (=from) Saved the morra’s dreams by skinnin’ clean (=tomorrow) The famis Knotwood Wyrm (=famous)

Wisht! Lads, Ah’ll haad me gob, I’ve telt yiz aal an aaful story Of Andruil’s civvor job (=clever) An’ the aaful Knotwood Wyrm!

#hanal'ghilan2022 #worldbuilding fic

[lgcwookjin]

...studying?

HANGUL DAY : study time COUNT : 1.06k

"hello, this is v&a versus’ jung wookjin” he introduced himself with a bow while he was sat at his desk. god that was weird to say--would it ever not be weird? god he hoped so. “today i thought i would do a...study vlog.” he said, not sounding and looking the opposite of thrilled to be doing this.

grabbing the camera, “look...we’re friends right? i can be honest with you?” he said as he was about to make a grand confession to the likely thousands of people that were going to watch this video. “we’re filming a video...will it be out by now? can i say?” he thought for a moment and assumed whoever ended up with this footage would be able to edit around it even if it was released before hangul day. “keeho, tee, and i are filming a video for hangul day and in typical wookjin fashion i have procrastinated terribly study for it. i have also procrastinated filming vlogs for you, so i thought why i not kill two bird with one stone.” he ended with a smirk.

“so! the plan: turn on some music, research about hangul, and make sure we win tomorrow! if there is one thing jung wookjin doesn’t do it’s lose!” he said with determination, but quickly  was reminded of a large failure he had not too long ago, “except for on future dreams..." he said looking away with a shake of his head, frustrating himself. “but that’s okay, because look at us now!”he enthused and then, without meaning to, added in english “everything happens for a reason and all that yadada” a second later his mouth flew open and he covered it with his hand as he caught himself speaking english. 

refocusing himself, he put his hand out straight and chanted to himself, back in korean, “no english, only korean. no english, only korean.” with a thumbs up and a thin smile to the camera, he said excitedly “let’s get started before i mess up again.” he set the camera down and got to work. “i got some books to study” he showed a couple books on the history of hangul, which he had rolled his eyes and thought boring as he put them in his basket. “and the best part: this little dude!” he exclaimed, showing off his children’s hangul writing workbook. “professional right?” he said with a confident cheesy smirk towards the camera. he started with the workbook. 

while he worked, the camera sat on his desk, watching him nod and bop his head to the playlist he had going. once done with a few pages of the workbook he took the camera and showed off his handwriting. “how do you think i did? think i passed the first grade?” he joked. “my handwriting isn’t the best, but i do think i’m at least above this level.” he had mostly gotten the workbook as a joke, but he hand found just writing letters over and over a bit relaxing, especially with his playlist blaring his favorite songs. he hoped the editors would be able to show off his excellent taste in music...copyrights be damned. “i guess i should move on to the actual study..dun dun DUN!!” he sang the noises dramatically as he zoomed in and out on the boring, not fun and colorful looking books. turning the camera back to himself, he looked in despair, “wish me luck.”

he put the camera back down on the desk, fixing the camera until he was satisfied. he then winked and blew a kiss at his own appearance in the viewfinder. immediately after he looked at himself disgusted at his own actions. settling back into his chair, he said “alright, back to studying.” he pulled out the first book on the origins of hangul. it was actually pretty interesting when he made himself pay attention.

as he read, he really got into his playlist and sang along loudly to ariana, tlc, britney, beyonce, and all of his favorite early 00s girls. bored with the subject matter, the footage eventually became a wookjin dj session. knowing his audience were basically all v&a stans, he played rock with you and sang along. he hadn’t been a big v&a stan, but practicing their song during future dreams and now joining the group gave a real appreciation for the group’s music. letting that be his transition from his personal favorites to his lgc favorites he played: some shin, love secnario, miss right, & lucifer by dbsd, advice by jaehyuk, my house & chained up by haru, and gave an energetic performance of up & down by blazing. he also played turn back time by type zero (korean ver. obviously this was about hangul day afterall), and gave an honest try at @lgcparker’s high note before shaking his head defeated, “i don’t know how he does it.” he would have cursed his name if not for fear of the backlash of “versus’ newbie curses at senior?? boycott their comeback now” scaring him a little bit. maybe one day. to finish off he played a few v&a songs, mostly versus since it was his group and they were more his style. he also figured fans might enjoy their new member showing an appreciation for their old songs.

after successfully playing...probably a couple dozen songs (and he could have kept going) while fading in and out of interest in the book he read, he finally found something interesting. he took the camera in his hand and pointed it towards the sentence, using his free finger to highlight as he read aloud, “consonant symbols are based off of the shape of your tongue” he then turned the camera back on himself and exaggerated the consonant sounds with his mouth. “i’m on my way to be a linguistic everyone.” he set the camera down and closed the book.

“alright! i think that is enough studying for today. i hope you all enjoyed wookjin’s...study hour or whatever i should call this. let’s not make this a regular thing because i clearly hate studying. i think this is coming out around the new year so...have a good new year! stay tuned for more v&a vlogs and for more v&a activities. thank you for the support. bye!!” he signed off with a wave and even a couple finger hearts because he thought it was cute or whatever...god he was becoming so cringe.

#lgc:yearend2022 #file under : solo #god he is so lame #i am also lame because i couldn't figure out how to end this lol

[haptureratch]

some delirious ramblings (emotional)

*in the "blink-182 dude" voice* YEAH DUDE IT'S PMDD WEEK DUDE THERE IS NO ESCAPING IT DUDE LET'S GET DARK LET'S GET DESOLATE LET'S FUCKIN DIE DUDE (not really)

It's just hitting this week. F in the chat for Jess in her teens and 20s who had literally no idea what was going on and every month thought her life and every single relationship in it was falling apart. She had no fucking idea what was happening or how to help it. The speeding, the Vicar, the promiscuity. Fucking ANYTHING to escape that hell.

It's still hard but I can hold space for it now.

I literally want to go meditate in Rothko before or after work tomorrow. Jesus christ. It is not a want it is a need. Fuming nostrils emoji.

Also, just now, I thought I was slipping back into my fever dream until I realized my house temp had risen to 76. I set that hoe to 74. Jesus christ.

And I think of him... again.... of course.

I think he's giving me what I asked for. I never asked for anything in particular. But I did, from the end of my wits, lament all the lost sleep and pounds (6 of them lol) and declare I had to get back to a routine. He probably heard that as "fuck off my guy I have had too much of you" -- maybe. I hope not. But he's probably giving me the space he thought I asked for. What did I even ask for? I don't know. But I don't like this. But just in case he is having 2nd thoughts and pulling away, I don't want to chase after him and make it worse. So I will suffer in silence and simply pass away.

I had a moment in the shower (as I often do), I think before I sang out "Into the Ocean" by Blue October completely unassisted (I let my phone die with gratitude and did not have shower jams tonight), and I was like "Steven wouldn't do that. Even though I get scared he's just another of THEM, he's not. He wouldn't ignore me on purpose." I felt a little better but still cried to my own rendition of "Into the Ocean" because that shit just hits every time. It hits without end. Amen.

He did ask what he could do to help me during this time when I first brought up PMDD. I said I didn't know. I'm so dumb. I just loooooooooooooove to sabotage myself as much as I love microplastics and red 40 lake mmmmmmmm delicious . d i v i n e d a r l i n g . [ me to me: CAN U NOT DO THAT-- CAN YOU JUST LET SOMEONE BOTH SEE AND HELP YOU ]

Maybe I'll finally do the online course I bought for like $118 about core negative beliefs when I quit residency. The content is still there. I definitely mapped out the lessons and time commitment (long before I met Steven).

Look at me journaling again, though. I would have had a good meal and worked out too but that god damn CLINIC ugh. As much as I want to take a pill (AND RUN ! JUST AS FAST AS I CAN ! TO THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE ! TO MIDDLE OF MY FRUSTRATED FEARS AND I SWEAR !) and go to sleep right now, I should try to eat something. I just wish it wasn't fucking TEN PM WTF

#the bond between a girl and her imaginary audience shall never be broken #and so live on my blogs

[hueylengyong15]

Going to the BTS Exhibition at Pavilion Bukit Jalil

I saw a website about BTS's exhibition in Pavilion Bukit Jaili. I told my father about this event that had been happening recently on the third floor. After discussing what will be there in the showcase room. He agreed to take me to this showroom during the winter break.

The luckiest day finally came on January 10. When I arrived at the ticketing counter, I managed to have access to the VR room to receive a zip log pouch, a battery-operated star badge, and a photo card of the BTS member, Jungkook. When I put my VR goggles on, the members practiced their popular songs “Butter” and “Permission to Dance” before their big concert started tomorrow.

Fifteen minutes later after the VR session was over, it was time to see the art planets of each member of the group. When I saw their pictures on the walls, it was fascinating to see how they looked and how they were popular throughout the years.

After seeing their portraits in the planet rooms, I went to the hall of mirrors which was filled with inspiring quotes from the members' interviews, songs, and concerts from 2017 to 2018.

It made me feel positive by teaching me not to give up on myself when practicing hard for anything especially a concert or a music video with your band members.

Also, I saw an infographic timeline of the BTS members winning the grand prize for two years due to their excellent music and many fans voting for the well-liked K-pop band since their debut in 2013.

It made me happy that this boy band won many awards throughout the years with a lot of hard work and popularity towards all of them and their fans as well.

The last place to visit was the hologram room where the BTS members had their previous concerts. I love the part where V sang "Permission to Dance" on stage along with Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook in 2018.

I love the part where I danced to the music while listening to their most famous songs when they sang and showed off their moves by entertaining their audience in concert.

When the tour of the showcase room was over. I went to the gift shop where I saw shirts, transparent files, tote bags, books, etc. I also wrote a note on their army wall memo quoting. "I want to see the concert" I hope next year, I will meet them when they begin their Southeast Asia tour.

Here is me with a replica of Jungkook holding a light blue gift box while giving a thumbs up to him being the strongest member and after the photoshoot was done, I ended my day making all the great memories that I had in the showroom.

And that's the end of my tour at the B-Verse showroom. In my opinion, this was a fun experience to go to if you’re a fan of K-pop. We hope that all of the members finish their national service in Korea and once that's over, they could plan to have their big performance on stage next year.

[momentsandmusings]

Moving home, and my friends' almost-successful attempt at making me stay

A box and three suitcases half-full of my belongings sit around, scattered in my apartment. The rest are still in the drawers of my dresser, on my desk, and in the laundry basket. The packed clothes are barely folded, and the books in the box are stacked like a bad game of Tetris. My cat, Shrimp, hates going into his carrier, despite the amount of treats I leave, the shiny toys that wait around, and how many droplets of catnip spray linger in there. My beloved subletter of three months made me pay for the first week of December, so I kept the heating up to the max in my room, even if I was out of the apartment for extended periods of time. I fly back home tomorrow.

Every time I fly back to Quebec from my hometown, Vancouver, it only ever really takes between less than a day or two to adjust back to the brittled concrete, the charming garbage day air, and the Bixis in my blind spots. September of this year was different. After a long West Coast summer of six weeks, I felt a leftwards tug that I tried to ignore. It lingered weeks after I landed and settled into my new apartment. I tried to journal, walk, exercise, and meditate the yearning away, but in turn these activities lead me to a plane ticket home—so here we are.

The other night, my friends threw a pyjama-karaoke-themed farewell party for me. I took care of the invites, and they took care of the rest. I knew I wanted to see all my friends before I left, and I could have easily planned something for myself. But between work, packing, and attempting to force Shrimp to get used to being lugged around in a container with wheels, I needed help–and as a Leo with crippling pride, it was nice to not have to admit it in the moment when they offered to plan it for me, and I am so grateful to them.

Around my friend Alex’s apartment, there were photos of me dispersed around her walls. In no particular order: there was one from when I went apple picking with my boyfriend, Will; Will and I posing next to the Barbie movie poster after seeing it in theatres when it came out this July; another of me behind the counter from when I was working as a barista at the hip Italian joint in Griffintown; me and my roommate’s cat, Pesto, who is shaped like an upside-down light bulb; a few of me in my friend Adela’s backyard—one of me, Maxine, and Alex celebrating her M&M-themed birthday as brown M&Ms, one during her Lunar New Year hot pot, and one of me reading; one of me drinking coffee in her kitchen; me, Derelyn and Alex at this year’s pie-themed Thanksgiving; Jiestine and me eating the menu’s special (fried pork, egg, veggies, and rice) at our favourite Chinese restaurant; me on Valentine’s day (my favourite holiday) offering flowers and Cheetos to Alex, Jiestine and Adela; me sitting next to the garbage can with my arms shaped like a “V” for victory, with a smile of relief after successfully moving all my things in a storage unit.

Between these walls, we gathered around the table of candy salad bowls, Cheetos, shrimp crackers, bread, cheese, and seltzers to talk about the highs and lows of our respective seasons. I introduced new friends to old ones. We shared our Spotify Wrapped playlists, and we danced and sang the night away. Towards the end of the night it felt more and more like a campaign to get me to stay, especially when Adela sang “Take Me Home, Country Roads” while my friends surprised me with a cake decorated with gingerbread cookies and a figurine of a little boy with a mushroom bowl-cut. It almost worked.

I have my doubts about moving back, and my friends are the biggest reasons why I stuck around on this island. I can only do what feels right to me, but only time will unravel and reveal as to whether or not this homecoming is what’s best. As a victim of the late adolescent/early adulthood Vancouver to Montreal pipeline and meme to “fill the void”, I am grateful that I fell into the trap. At my goodbye party, the friendships, the music, the food, the soul put into the planning of my send-off, and the memories on the walls of Alex’s apartment stitched the gap so perfectly. I’ll hold this city so tightly to my chest, and I’ll keep it in the inside pocket of my down coat, because of who I found here.

À bientôt, mes ami.e.s. <3

#moving home #friendship #growing up #life #connection