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missbeautyandherbeast · 3 months
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Ways to My Heart
Donatello X Reader
Summary: Request: Originally based on “Ways to Break My Heart” by Ed Sheeran but it got healthier
A/n: Apparently I appear every Christmas and rewrite an old prompt. And now that I'm older and healthier, it's kinda fun. And y'all were right, we're not about to be a rebound. So, for my dear @witchancunin, I hope you don't mind that it's been four years.
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Autumn was settling in. With the wave after wave of rain that we had, there were little colors to the dying trees. Some scientific reason about fungi and decay. Donnie had explained it, but I barely payed attention. 
Not that I wasn’t paying attention to him: I was too focused. We were working on a new lego set and I had one to many to drink to pit the small plastic pieces together so he took over and his fingers though larger than mine, were so nimble and they pursued the legos with ease as he assembled a BD-1 droid: my present to him after we finished The Fallen Order together. 
The thought of us playing made me smile. I played through most of the game, getting my Star Wars fix, but when it became too difficult, I’d get so frustrated and Donnie would laugh and take the controller from me and defeat whatever stood in my way. I loved and hated him for it. 
But that didn’t change the fact that New York was wet and colorless.
I took the hidden alley, now slick with today’s chilled rain, and followed the path down to his home and the warmth it offered. And when winter came and I missed the heat of my hometown—which was safe and sound in the middle of Georgia—four brothers did their best to keep me temperate: Mikey was all hugs; Raphael actually knitted me a sweater last winter (yes it was purple, no I don’t want to talk about it); Leo let me invade his space now and again if he was meditating; and Donnie… well there was no place warmer than his lab. Between the tech and the constant blush he knew how to get on my face and down my neck… it was where I spent most of my time. 
“Still no color,” I sighed, shrugging off my coat and hanging it in my usual spot by his door. 
“I told you there wouldn’t bet be,” His eyes flashed to mine before returning to his project. 
“A girl can dream,” A smile touched my lips as I wandered over to see what he was working on. 
In front of him was a circuit board and he was soldering wires to the metal with such precision. I left him to it, having no idea the plans in his head of creation, and I found my book on one of his other work stations. Picking it up, I resumed reading—a romance novel I let myself indulge in now and again when I was over stressed. This one was about chess and it was set in Jersey, which I found hysterical. 
I must have made a sound, or a face, or some sort of tell because I heard his voice pulling me from the fictional world. 
“What did Nolan do now?” Donnie asked, pushing back from his desk and over to where I was curled up. 
“Not Nolan,” the story’s main guy. “It’s Oz. He’s definitely telling off Mallory right now,” 
“Oooo what did she do?” I had his full attention. And it wasn’t the first time. He insisted that every time I read a book I tell him about it, despite the many insistings that he read them himself. 
“I like your perspective,” He told me once. “Books are dull, dry, but you bring them alive,” 
So, I launched into the tale, weaving the complexities of the plot with my words and gestures, the poor book being waved around. And all the while his eyes stayed on mine, and he gave the softest smile that belonged to only me. 
He always kept me warm. 
When it go late enough, and we had joined his family in having pizza and watching tv (we were currently going through the newer She-Ra on Netflix), I had to trek back out into the cold. 
“Let me take you home,” Donnie piped up, seeing me get my coat and boots. 
“I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” I rolled my eyes. 
“I know,” He said with such certainty. “Let me do it anyway.” There was that warmth again. 
“Okay,” 
Raph gave me a knowing look but I ignored him. 
And like greeting an old friend, we had our routine. Donnie would stay, and we’d curl up on my couch and watch old reruns of Doctor Who until we were both asleep in the comfort of my apartment. 
And it was warm. 
……………………………….
Then April came. 
And God it was so nice to have a friend who was in on the secret. We explored New York together, had movie nights, and so many girl talks that may have involved some alcohol. 
But it meant I had to watch Donnie fall head over heels for her—from my usual spot in his lab, as he showed her all of his projects, chattering happily. 
I told myself it didn’t bother me. And it didn’t. 
Sorta. 
Maybe? 
Shut up. 
Hiding it from Donnie was easy. Hiding it from the rest of his family? Not so much. 
“You okay kid?” Raph asked, standing beside me as Donnie explained the entire Shell-Razer to April. 
“Why wouldn’t I be?” My voice was low. 
“Because my brother’s an ass,” 
I laughed humorlessly. “We weren’t together Raph.” A shrug fell from my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight off the lingering chill. “It’s fine. I’m—fine.” 
It was a few weeks later that I came to the lair; always having an excuse to not accompany April. I could see it in her eyes that she knew something was up, but she didn’t call me out on it—yet. 
“Miss Y/n,” Splinter stopped me as I entered. 
“Master Splinter,” I gave a small head nod. 
“Let’s talk child,” His words caught me off guard. 
“Um. Okay,” I followed him to the meditation room that was lit softly with sparse candles. 
“You have not been coming around as often.” It was a statement. Not a question. 
“Yeah,” I knew no excuse would work on the old master, and the father of four boys. 
“Is everything alright?” He rose an eyebrow and I gave a feeble lie: 
“Yeah,” 
He nodded. “Let’s try that again. Everything is not alright.” 
Tears glossed my vision and the familiar pain flooded my chest like ice. I tilted my chin back, holding my head high. 
“Master, there’s nothing I can do.” I opened my mouth to continue trying to find the courage. “I care deeply for him,” My eyes trained on a candle flame. “But I never told him and… that’s my consequence to live with,” 
“I see,” His wise voice held so much understanding that it washed over me. “And because of that choice, you do not come around as often?” 
“It hurts less,” That was the simple fact. “I don’t have to watch him…” 
“Chase after April?” Splinter filled in knowing. 
“Yeah.” 
He nodded. “Perhaps you and April should talk,” 
“Look, I don’t—“ 
“Y/n,” He cut me off and I pursed my lips. “April is your best friend, and I have a feeling she wants to help you,” 
“I know,” He was right, and maybe hearing git gave me the courage to say something after all. A smile touched my lips. “Thanks Sensei.” 
“I care about my family,” He said. “And that includes my daughters,” 
Tears stung my eyes again as he gave me a hug. 
“Thank you,” 
“Of course, child,” 
……………………………………….
April and I did sit down and talk. More of she called me out on moping and avoiding the subject. So, we sat on our fire escape and talked. About everything. 
She knew when she first got there that there was something going on between Donnie and me. And though she loved the brothers, she didn’t like Donnie that way. She also knew that was the reason I was avoiding going to the lair. 
“I’m sorry,” She said. 
“For what?” I almost laughed. 
“Because, before I came, there would have been no doubt that you and Donnie would be together by now,” 
“Hey I wouldn’t trade you for anything,” I smiled. “And if… if Donnie wants to be… whatever the heck this is, I can handle it.” 
“But you shouldn’t have to,” April said. “I want you to be happy Y/n. And I want you back at the lair. I… I just want you to have your life back,” 
“It wouldn’t be as fun without you.” 
“I know,” She laughed. “But I am going to talk to Donnie,” She must have seen the horror on my face. “Not about you! God no! But I’m gonna tell him that I don’t feel that way about him, and hopefully he gets the message,” 
I nodded. “Thanks April,” 
When April had told me that Donnie took their talk semi-well, I still gave it a few weeks before I headed to the lair, not wanting to have to pick up the aftermath of his shattered fantasy. 
With end of Spring, I had my family back. 
There was a cool distance between Donnie and I that was slowly thawing until I was back in his lab reading and he was fidgeting with his tools. It took another week for him to ask me about my book. And another week for him to take me home. And a few more days for his smile to be back. And a couple more for mine to stay. I wrestled with what had happened in the winter and spring, trying to look for the other shoe to drop. 
But when the six of us played a board game, or watched movies or even had dinner, all that was felt was camaraderie. Donnie didn’t notice April anymore and he backed down. Raph kept a careful eye just like I did. When he caught my stare, Raph rose an eyebrow at me, glancing to Donnie. I shrugged and smiled. 
I didn’t know. 
And I think that was okay. 
I think I was okay.
With summer, meant my birthday. June 14th. The boys and April insisted on throwing a big party for me in the lair with cake and presents and music and dancing. I hadn’t laughed so much in months. 
Donnie offered to walk me home, like always. Like old times. Like now. 
We were standing on my roof, all I had to do was climb down the fire escape to the apartment April and I shared. 
“Happy birthday,” His smile was back, and God I had missed it. All of the careful walls I had built around myself came crashing down at the simple gesture. 
“Thanks Donnie,” 
And in the starlight of the roof, alone with the city alive beneath us, he leaned in and his lips were on mine. A stolen kiss that had me wrecked. 
Donnie pulled away, wonder in my eyes, and confusion in his. 
“I—I’m sorry,” He stammered out, his brows pulling together. 
“It’s… it’s okay,” I managed a smile. 
“I’m sorry,” he said again, backing away. “That… I didn’t mean—it was a mistake,” He choked out. 
My body jerked back with the rejection that crashed over it. 
“What?” My voice was as cold as ice. 
“I—I don’t know why I did that.”
“Oh, okay,” I managed.
He was gone like a shadow in the night and I stood there frozen. 
…………………………………
I must have been up there for too long, because April came up to find me. 
“Hey are you okay?” Her voice was concerned. 
“Um,” Was all I could manage. 
“What happened? Donnie came back and he’s not talking. He’s barricaded himself in his lab.” 
“Um.” I said again. “He… he kissed me.” 
“Oh my God that’s amazing!” April celebrated, but paused when she saw the dread in my eyes. “Then what happened?” 
“He. Um. Said it was a mistake.” I choked out. 
“I—I’m—I’m actually going to kill him,” April said. “He said that? To you!? After kissing you!?” She was outraged, and maybe I should have been too, but it was like my entire body had gone into a comatose. She took my hands into hers. I met her eyes. Tears finally thawed and started to fall. 
“Oh, honey come here,” She pulled me into a hug and I started crying. Every tear I had denied finally rushed forward, and soon I was sobbing on that roof. 
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked her, miserable. We had made it back to the flat, and we were curled up on my bed. 
“No, honey, you didn’t.” April soothed, petting my hair. 
The next morning he was standing in my living room. The two of us. Standing like we had not twenty four hours ago. But the morning was different. Now I couldn’t bare to be near him. It was only because April said I should at least get closure this time that I was even out here.
I stared at him, my lips pursed, waiting for him to say something. 
“I’m sorry,” He blurted out. “That—what I said, it wasn’t what I meant.” He started pacing anxiously. “Look, I know that I hurt you with that whole April thing, and I haven’t apologized for that and I really should and I want to!” His words began tumbling together in his nervousness. “And I wanted to do that before I ever did anything else, and God definitely before kissing you, but you were there so close on that roof and you were just beautiful, and I—I’m so sorry,” 
I blinked. My face when through a series of expressions before settling on shocked confusion. 
“I know!” Donnie insisted. “God, I know and I’m so sorry Y/n. Especially for not explaining last night. But I was panicking and—“ He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for chasing after April like I did. I genuinely thought that you’d never want me like that. And that was a dick thing for me to do. And I’m sorry for hurting you for so long.” He smiled a bit. “And I’m sorry for crossing your boundaries last night. And for not sticking around and explaining. Also a dick move on my part. So… yeah,” He nodded, not daring to meet my eyes. 
“Um. Okay,” I managed. “Uh… wow.” 
“I know it’s a lot. I’m sorry,” He said. 
“You can stop apologizing Donnie,” I gave a small laugh. “That’s um… alright. Thanks? I think?” 
“Are you mad?” His eyes met mine. “I don’t know…” I confessed. “Um I think I need a minute. Or two,” 
“Right! Yeah! Of course! Take as much time as you need!” He said backing away. “Um—I’m gonna go and give you space, but you can come over or call or anything anytime—we are still having game night tonight, so if you want to come—not that you have to!” He was an anxious mess again. 
I placed my hand on his arm to stop him. “Thank you,” I smiled pointedly. 
“Right, um… I’ll just be off then,” He nodded, backing away. “Bye.” 
“Bye?” I laughed. And like that he was gone again. “Hey April?” I called, knowing she heard all of that. 
She emerged from her room. 
“You heard all of that right?” I clarified. 
“Every word,” She was grinning. 
“Why does it all feel so weird?” I asked. “Like really weird.”
“Because that my dear,” April said. “Was emotional maturity.” 
“Is that what that looks like?” 
“For the most part,” April nodded. “So, what are you feeling?”  
“That, it all makes sense? And I want to believe him? And that its still really weird,” 
“All fair feelings,” April said. 
The hours ticked by until game night at the lair. April and I had gone back and forth about going or not. And when it came time to it… I was putting on my sneakers and grabbing my bag. 
I walked into the lair and I felt every stare on me. I was only looking for one gaze though. 
“Hey,” He said, getting up, looking genuinely surprised that I was there. 
“Hey.” I smiled. “Can we talk?” 
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sanjoongie · 10 months
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Outlaws with Benefits
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My Submission for Outlaw: The Project hosted by @ssaboala 🐎 Pairing: Outlaw! Yeosang x Named Outlaw! Reader (f) Aurora
🐎 Genre: Futuristic Western au, coworkers with benefits trope, toxic love
🐎 Word Count: 4,592
🐎 Warnings: gunshot wounds, washing and fixing a wound, descriptions of intense pain, mentions of alcohol, nipple play, begging, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), penetrative sex without a barrier, f and m orgasm
🐎 Summary: when you and Yeosang get separated from the other outlaws during a job-gone-wrong to steal some new hover bikes, the two of you find somewhere to hide while it all blows over. But when you sustain an injury and Yeosang helps you strip, one thing leads to another...
🐎 Rated:18+ MDNI, smut with no plot :)
🐎 Dedication: @flurrys-creativity for giving me this wonderful idea. @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland doing the best beta-ing a beta can do 💖
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You felt like your heart was beating a thousand miles per minute but if you didn't love the feeling you never would have become an outlaw. Running from the law, stealing what you needed, living your own life that you dictated, that was how you wanted to live. Even if that meant a few failed attempts at stealing.
That was the predicament you were in currently. The group of outlaws that you were with were talented, be that in sneaking into corporate run warehouses or hacking an electric run lock, but they were also very cocky and also sometimes dumb.
"Did you really have to stop to flirt and brag to the barmaid that we were going to steal the bikes?" San shouted over the rush of the wind, his helmet having been cracked during your flight.
Wooyoung got a smug look on his face as his eyes scanned the horizon for objects to avoid as you raced away from the marshalls. "She sucked my dick good though."
Hongjoong grabbed his favorite goat bobblehead that he had sentimentally attached to his bike and chucked it at Wooyoung's head. The younger ducked and stuck his tongue out at the elder from underneath his helmet, however. 
"Are you saying we lost our bikes because you wanted to get your dick wet?" Yeosang bellowed into the comms. 
Mingi was busy listening to his "I shot the Sheriff" running-away-from-the-law inspired playlist and almost veered into your bike. You smacked him on the shoulder before he bashfully veered back into his lane.
"They're getting closer," Jongho warned, always remaining the level headed one.
"I think we should split up," Seonghwa suggested, eyes moving to the screen that his rear camera fed into.
"The last time we split up I was in jail for three days before you sprung me out!" Yunho protested.
Wooyoung winked in Yunho's direction. "That's because you're so pretty, they wouldn't let us take you back!"
Hongjoong cursed under his breath. "Cut the shit, we're splitting up," he commanded, agreeing with Seonghwa. "Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and San head to the Wave safehouse. Yeosang, Aurora, and Mingi, I want you to circle back to the warehouse and see how they doubled up security. Jongho and Yunho, you're with me. I want to plan our next step. Now--"
The marshals were so close that one actually managed to hit you, your skin burning as the laser revolver barely skimmed you. "Fuck," You cursed and severely veered to the right as a result of clamping your hand over your wound.
Yeosang, who was closest to you in the formation, broke off to follow you, as per the rules when someone got injured. "I got Aurora!"
"I bet you got her," San murmured under his breath.
"Mingi, you--" Hongjoong was cut off once again as comms were cut off. The damn marshalls had a scrambler. 
Yeosang pulled up level with your bike so you could meet his eyes through the helmet. The comms may be dead but there were still hand signals, that you two often used while surveillancing a potential target. He motioned that you two would lose the marshalls and he knew a place the two of you could tuck yourselves into. You nodded and took Yeosang's lead.
The damn marshals were stubborn and stuck to you two like flies to a horse's ass, but with some tricky maneuvering, perhaps an incredibly cool jump that shot you two over a canyon, and some quick thinking, you two managed to shake the marshals. 
Yeosang had found a junkyard, one he had gone to previous to the mission to steal the bikes. He had needed an outdated horn sound that would pull the guards away in a distraction, and much to San's delight, was the music to the dukes of hazzard, an old country classic. The plan would have worked, if not for Wooyoung's dumb ass bragging.
The junkyard was typically filled with hover vehicles of all proclivities. But the best part was that Yeosang had discovered the perfect hidey hole. It wasn't much, a simple transport truck with the unfortunate company name Uranus' Chocolate. It was big enough to hold you, Yeosang and your two bikes and inconspicuous enough that no one would think you two had hid there.
Once everything was tucked away and Yeosang had closed the doors as best as he could, the light stripes that were at the bottom corners of the container flickered on. You leaned heavily back against the side of the container and slid your back until your butt met the ground. You tried to lift your arm but hissed at the pain. Lazer wounds were a bitch. You wouldn't bleed out but without any nanomeds, you weren't likely to build back up the muscles you needed to actually ride your bike.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Yeosang reassured you, "We can leave your bike and double."
You winced. You did not want to leave your beloved bike behind. Sure, you had planned on trading it in for the newer class hoverbike but you hadn't planned on ditching your old one completely. It had gotten you through a lot of jobs with it.
Yeosang rolled his eyes and sat down beside you, on your injured arm's side. "We'll come back for it, obviously. God, you're so sentimental."
"Sorry I can't turn off my emotions like you," You scoffed. 
Yeosang's eyes scanned your wound. "You should take off your shirt."
You made a face of bewilderment. "I gotta pay for a shot for San, damn he was right."
"We should at least wrap up your wound," Yeosang ignored your barbed comment, "You still keep your flask on you?"
"Oh!" You reached into the inside of your vest pocket and pulled out the small heart shaped flask. "Of course I've got Snow."
Yeosang's face pulled into a look of mild disgust. "Can't believe you named your flask after a video game character."
"Listen, Snow is hot, okay and he was in love. Don't shit talk Snow!"
Yeosang made a 'give me' motion to take the flask. "You strip and we'll wash your wound first."
You didn't have anything under your button up shirt and vest. Had you used up all your courage fleeing the marshals or could you--Yeosang lifted an eyebrow in question and you decided fuck it. You unbuttoned your vest and then threw that to the floor. Next was your button down, undone a lot slower. You watched as Yeosang's eyes followed your fingers trail and eyes widened a fraction when he saw no underclothes. His eyes shot to the ceiling out of decency. Interesting. 
However, you were having trouble with your sleeve on your injured arm. Your whimpers of pain trickled out of your mouth unbidden and you hated appearing weak before a man who was notorious for never folding under pressure.
"I can help." Yeosang offered. When you didn't answer him and cursed again, he changed his statement. "Let me help."
His fingers gently folded your shirt down your arm, careful to pull upwards so the fabric wouldn't touch your wound and then you were naked from the waist up. You were about to reach down and grab your vest, at least that would cover you up decently and keep your arms out, but Yeosang's previously gentle fingers dug into the flesh of your arm and stopped you.
"Wash it, first. Then you can cover those drool worthy tits of yours," Yeosang insisted.
Your mouth moved to a flat line. "Get a good eyeful, did you?" You used your free arm to cover your tits instead.
Yeosang's eyes didn't leave your wound as he carefully tipped the flask over it. You cried out pitifully as the pain was indescribable. "You're the one that didn't ask me to look away."
"Oh, a blatant invitation, was it? What's next, your dick slips into my cunt because it just so happened to be in the way?" You snapped.
"Aurora," Yeosang scolded you, "You're in pain and you're naked, I get it. Snap at me if you want but do not pretend that my dick would slip into your cunt."
Your face screwed up incredulously. "Excuse you? Was that some kind of humble brag that your dick is big?"
Yeosang tsked at you and poured more of the alcohol over your wound. You turned your head away, willing yourself to not get sick from the pain. The last thing you needed was to throw up on Yeosang while you were at it. 
Yeosang took advantage of your focus that had turned away from him and ripped a strip of your discarded shirt off, but not before tucking your flask into his back pocket. He tied it tightly around your arm while he replied. "That wasn't a humble brag."
"Are you done now, Doctor?" You demanded tonelessly.
"We'll get some nanomeds when we get back to the city. In the meantime, you and I both know that you're not getting that vest on without my help."
"I'd rather sit here for the next eight hours with my arm over my boobs than let you put your hands on me again," You spat, still feeling raw from the pain of your arm, that continued to pang and remind you of its presence. 
"Suit yourself. I like a little cleavage while I wait out a storm." Yeosang settled back against the container's side easily.
You sighed heavily. You really didn't want to sit with your arm over your boobs for eight hours. "Can you keep your eyes to yourself?" You relented.
"Well that's sad, considering how pretty they are," Yeosang lamented, "But I can."
"Then please…?" You let your words hang in the air, the implication obvious you wanted help.
"...please, what?" Yeosang looked like he had no idea what you were talking about.
You, somehow, managed to set aside your pride. "Please, help me put my vest on."
Yeosang tilted his head like he was waiting for you to finish a sentence that clearly had a period at the end of it. It was your turn to roll your eyes. "Yeosang. Please."
"Of course," He agreed and stood up again. 
He bent over to pick up your vest and held it carefully so that nothing touched the wound that he had finished dress and cover. Next was the tough part. He tipped his eyes upwards again, but this time a faint smile pulled his lips upwards. 
"Get that smile off your face, Kang Yeosang," You barked.
Yeosang moved behind you with a quiet chuckle. You let go of your boobs and turned your arm behind you so that you could put it through the other arm of the vest. When nothing happened. "Yeosang!"
"Sorry, got distracted by your ass back here. It looks nice on a bike from behind but this way it looks smackable."
You will yourself to not lose your cool again. Yeosang helped you slip the rest of the vest on and then you were doing up the buttons as quickly as you could. "I'll be taking Snow back, thank you."
You held your hand out, waiting for your flask but it never came. Instead, Yeosang pulled it out from his back pocket, tipped his head back and shot the rest of it down his throat. You couldn't even protest, you were so flabbergasted at his actions. Only then did Yeosang deposit back to you your flask, wiping his lips with his thumb.
"I fuck better when I've taken a shot," He informed you nonchalantly.
"I'm the one in pain, Yeosang, what the hell?" You pressed. You were going to ignore that comment when you already knew the difference. 
“The alcohol isn’t going to help with the pain,” He educated you, “What you do need is a distraction and I’m going to give it to you. I’ve been doing good so far, baiting you and keeping your focus on me and your anger instead of your pain.”
Shit. He had a point. A damn good one at that. Besides, what else were you going to do while you waited for the heat of the law to cool down?
“Yeosang…”
“Remember our first stakeout?” Yeosang interrupted you.
You sighed heavily. “We said we’d never talk about that again.”
Your first stakeout with this outlaw group, when you were freshly wanted, had been so exciting that you had fucked Yeosang in victory. The two of you had been in an office building across from the instrument factory that manufactured a particular violin that was going to be the perfect vessel for some hacking codes to get into a rich, high society individuals safe. Yeosang was assigned with you for surveillance and lookout. Neither of you had shed many clothes, Yeosang had simply held your legs over his arms and fucked you up against the window of the highrise.
You had been so embarrassed afterwards, shame creeping up your neck for fucking someone you were supposed to work with, on your first job nonetheless! So you had sworn Yeosang to secrecy and never spoke of it again. 
Except… there had been another job, the biggest heist your outlaw group had pulled off. The take had been so much money that Hongjoong had rented out an entire whorehouse so that everyone could drink and fuck to their hearts content. You had been about to go into a pretty whore's room, New had been his name, but when you opened the door, Yeosang was leaning against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed behind his head. You were buzzed and full of yourself, that you had made an offhand comment that you had paid for a whore's services so you had better received a whore's fuck. Yeosang had taken that as a challenge and ensured that you couldn't walk that day.
And so began the back and forth situationship with Kang Yeosang. Sometimes you fucked, sometimes you ignored each other's presence, sometimes you fought like cat and dogs. It was… strained at best. 
Hence the state of affairs currently.
"There's nothing wrong with distracting yourself with me," Yeosang made his case, "In fact, I'm probably the best one to distract you. If I recall, you get quite dumb with my dick inside of you."
You winced for what felt like the hundredth time today. You couldn't argue with anything Yeosang had been saying. And did you truly want to sit here and wallow in pain and snap at Yeosang or would you rather get fucked dumb by him?
You licked your lips. "You realize this is toxic and stupid of us, right?"
Yeosang shrugged, once again showing just how well he could keep his emotions separated from the situation. "Fuck it. We are outlaws, after all. Don't you have to be a little stupid and toxic to enjoy this life?"
"Well aren't you a wealth of wisdom," You muttered under your breath.
"Aurora," Yeosang said with that no nonsense tone he used on you during missions.
"Alright!" You shouted at him but also at yourself. "Still wish I had some alcohol though."
"C'mere," Yeosang said softly and wrapped his arms around your waist.
This close, you had nothing else to do but study Yeosang's features. His golden eyes were doing the same, white liner around his eyes, glimmering with the reflective ability to keep the sun from blinding him during surveillance. Your eyes moved across the planes of his face, tracing the gold chain that covered a scar he had gotten during shootout when the marshals had found the Hala Safehouse. His hair was getting long, despite Hongjoong offering to cut it for him. You suspected it was because one drunken night you had told him if he dared cut it you would use the same scissors on his pretty face and give him a new scar.
"Open your mouth," Yeosang commanded next. You did and immediately put his thumb in your mouth, easy with his fingerless gloves."Suck, don't lick," He ordered next and you did that. You hollowed out your cheeks and focused your spit to swirl around Yeosang's digit. With his other hand, he easily undid the button to your vest. He used the wet digit to swirl around your nipple, while the other groped your other breast, squeezing and massaging it to his hearts delight.
"Swear to god you have the prettiest tits I have ever seen," Yeosang swore quietly, eyes glued to your chest. His mouth fell open, almost muscle instinct, as if he wanted to put one of your nipples in his mouth. 
He made you suck his other thumb and he did the same thing to your other breasts, neglecting nothing. You could feel the heat of your lust pool in your pants. The idea popped into Yeosang's head just as you wished you had been smarter about your outfit today. "You don't have any underwear on, do you?"
You pressed your lips together and looked away. "Yeaahhhhh," You stretched out the word. 
Yeosang groaned, his head falling back slowly. "Why do you do this to me?"
"It wasn't for you," You whispered.
Yeosang turned your head back to him. "Say that again."
You felt that shame that always burned through you when Yeosang made you set aside your pride for him. "I thought you were going to fuck me on your new bike, sue me."
"Well, we didn't get the new bikes," Yeosang quirked one eyebrow, a habit that only made the wetness between your legs gush, "But I can do it on my current one."
You whined and it wasn't because of your pain anymore. "These ones lean like the old motorbikes--Yeosang, think this through!"
The outlaw began to press you backwards towards his bike. "Turn around, hands on the seat."
You swallowed but there was no moisture in your mouth. You did as you were told and that's when Yeosang's hands snaked around your body and played with your nipples. You watched as he pinched and pulled and made you moan with the way he handled your breasts. 
He did eventually abandon your tits for your ass, which tended to be his preference. "We're going to go back out there and get those new bikes, darlin', and then I'm going to fuck you on it, just like you wanted. You can hold the handlebars and push this sweet ass out--" Yeosang accentuated his comment about your ass by smacking it gently, "And I'll fuck you like I was picturing when we were fleeing the marshals."
"Yeosang," You pouted.
"I'll take care of you, darlin', don't worry," Yeosang assured you.
Then the bastard took a grip of your ass and ripped a hole in your pants with the force of pulling the soft, worn leather apart. Before you could even protest, or worry about riding a bike after this, Yeosang was crouched on the balls of his feet, face so close to your heat that you could feel his breath on the wet flesh there. Your legs almost buckled when his tongue found your cunt. He took long, measured licks, from clit to hole. His rough tongue would slide along your clit, swirl in your hole and then repeat. Soon enough you were rocking back onto his tongue, looking for more stimulation. Yeosang gave it to you. With his tongue stuck out past his lips and looking to touch his chin, he curled his tongue and moved his face up and down to make you come with quickly, like he knew how to do after having access to your body so many times. You came undone for him so damn quickly, that shame was back again. Why were you so down bad for this man?
"Good," Yeosang said in a raspy voice. "You know how wet you have to be for me, right? Do you think you're prepped? You want me to finger you into another orgasm?"
The image of Yeosang fucking you with his ring and middle finger, scissoring you for his length flashed across your mind. "Puh-please," You stuttered. 
"Please what, darlin'?" Yeosang posed.
"Please prep me, Yeosang. Fuck me with your fingers, I need something inside of me."
Yeosang chuckled. "Why does the begging always sound prettier from your lips?"
You stiffened at the implication that Yeosang was comparing you to others. You almost snarled before Yeosang cupped you from behind, having discarded his glove, and inserted his middle finger into you first. Your fingers dug into the leather seat of Yeosang's powered down hoverbike. "Yeo-Yeo!"
"Does that feel good, darlin'? You like when I fuck you with my fingers, don't you? Love when I stretch this puss for my dick, right? Remember when your tiny puss barely took my dick? You whimpered and cried through the whole thing as I stretched you. Your poor abused pussy really got fucked that night, huh? All those tears because you had never felt so fucking full before, had you?" 
Your nipples tightened at Yeosang's words. "Mo-more please."
"Oh, eager for my dick that you want two fingers already?" Yeosang questioned. "Want my dick that badly? I bet you compare my dick to all others, don't you? Nobody fills you like I do. No one fucks you like I do. No one makes you come like I do."
Yeosang introduced another finger and it had you squirming with the sensation. He steadied you with a hand on your hip as he spread his fingers to push your warm walls back. Even if you enjoyed the sensation of his two fingers inside of you, it was nothing like his cock. Yeosang's cock was curved for her pleasure, and even when he fucked you from behind, the curve still managed to push along your gspot and give you amazing pleasure.
"You already came once, can you come again for me, darlin'?" Yeosang asked you.
"Please, Yeo, wanna come again," You whimpered. 
He leaned over your body and you shivered when the cold metal of his long jacket pressed against the bare skin of your back that was left from your vest. "Then come," He said simply.
Your entire body shuddered as another orgasm hit you, again, seeming too soon for something that took other men a lot longer to coax from you. Was it the familiarity of your body or was it because Yeosang really was that good?
You were panting and felt sweat cooling all over your body. Yeosang really was keeping your distracted. "See how well I know your body? Should let me fuck you all the time. Should just move your stuff into my room. Should fuck you in front of Sannie so that he knows that this body is mine."
The next image of Yeosang wretching your head backwards, holding you in place as he fucked you as you braced against a chair that San was in ripped through your imagination. That sounded a little too good. The true problem was, Yeosang's fingers were still inside of you, so he felt you clench down at the thought.
Yeosang chuckled again. "Oh darlin'," He sighed, "Just admit it. I know you well."
"I suppose you do," You said, closed lipped.
The head of Yeosang's dick prodded at your beyond drenched folds. He rubbed against them, acquiring your wetness over the head and then he started to push. Even accommodating his head was always an ordeal. Still, Yeosang was patient, reading your every sigh and whimper. Once his head was in, however, the rest of his shaft pushed in easily. The tease against your g spot was close to overstim but not painful. 
Yeosang pulled your shoulders back so that your back was against his t-shirt clad chest. "Rest your arms. Let me do the work."
His fingers circled your waist, and began to fuck up into your pussy. The sharp upper angle he seemed to be able to do with his hips had your eyes rolling into the back of your head almost immediately. The repetition of a slow pull out and a sharp upper thrust into your cunt had your brain zoning out. You didn't feel any pain, all you could feel was how your cunt was feeling good enough to leave earth behind. 
Curse words fell from your lips, followed by a crescendo of 'yeah yeah yeah's as Yeosang's thick cock fucked you dumb. Eventually, the soft swaying of your tits drew his hands back, cupping one of your breasts and playing with the nipple almost absent mindedly as he snapped his hips forward again and again. 
"Yeo, Yeosa-sang," You managed to groan as thrusts almost interrupted your air flow.
"Gonna come again? You're so greedy for my dick, Aurora. Just admit it. I'm perfect for you. Stop denying it and trying to keep it hidden from the others. They don't care who you fuck so why should they care if it's me? Be my outlaw, darlin'."
You nodded swiftly, words lost, and this time Yeosang didn't insist you use them. He damn well knew that you were beyond the point of anything other than screaming his name. 
This time, using your tits to hold onto, he shifted his angle and somehow hit that spot inside of you in a way that urged you instantly through your third orgasm of the day. Your throat was raw from screaming his name. The minute your orgasm was complete, you felt all energy leave your body. 
You leaned down against the bike seat, your good arm curled under you, as Yeosang fucked you through your orgasm to chase his own. His hands held your ass cheeks apart so he could watch his dick disappear inside of you, and soon he was gone too, fucking through his orgasm, allowing for all his cum to spurt inside of you. His deep groan as he did so was enough to make you clench down on him one final time. 
Yeosang practically had to carry you bridal style where he collapsed against the side of the container, cradling you to his chest. You snuggled your head into his chest and he placed his chin on top of your head. "You better fucking remember that you're mine now," He practically growled.
"That's all I'm going to be able to think about when they heal my arm wound, Yeosang," You said serenely, completely content in your post-sex state.
"You should get a little gold chain like mine," Yeosang suggested. You swore you heard a pout in his tone but you must have been too tired to be picking that up correctly.
"That's the worst proposal I've ever heard," You joked, "Matching chain scar cover ups?"
"Mine," Yeosang insisted.
The two of you fell asleep in the container, nothing waking you up until San, Wooyoung and Hongjoong found you at dawn. Yeosang's long coat covered you both and San clucked his tongue in annoyance.
"How fucking hard is it to get two dumb ass lovers together?" San complained.
"Apparently, really hard," Wooyoung muttered, folding his arms across his chest.
"Think they realized it?" Hongjoong wondered, a soft smile pulling his lips at the sight of you two sleeping together.
"Nah," San said, waving a hand to dismiss you and Yeosang, "They'll be happy with some new bikes and be none the wiser."
Wooyoung banged on the side of the container to wake you and Yeosang abruptly. "Wake up, lovebirds, I want a new bike!" He yelled.
Hongjoong looked at the sky like he was looking for a higher power to help him with his gang.
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fandomnsfw · 11 months
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Changes pt 3 - Scott McCall x Reader
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Pairing: Scott x Reader
Prompt: None!~ Just came to me brahh pt 3
Warning: Scott’s in the dog house!
ENJOY!!
*****
Scott sat next to you as you began fidgeting. His hand clamped around yours as a sign of encouragement and comfort which thankfully worked. Ever was gather in the living area as they waited for Scott to start talking. He looked you in the eyes as if asking your permission and when you nod giving him the green light he turned to the pack.
“So while at Deaton’s earlier Y/N smelt something sweet. Which if you all remember she’d mentioned earlier today. When Deaton took out a pink flower she insisted that’s what she smelt but at the time couldn’t remember however when I moved she must have caught a whiff of it again so she told Deaton I smelled like the flower when I smelt the flower then smelt Y/N I said the same thing.”
“What’s that mean?” Liam asked curiously.
“If the flower was Camellia then it means they’re fated mates.” Derek commented softly with a slight smile on his face.
“That’s a thing?” Stiles questioned his hyper activeness shining through, however whenever Stiles got like this you were soon to follow.
“I know right!?” You exclaimed point a finger at Stiles as if what he’d said made the most sense.
“It’s very rare but yes. I would like to say this is something to celebrate but I think it would depend on how you two feel about it.” Derek stated calmly.
“We were shocked but seeing as we liked each other before Y/N became a werewolf we’ve come to terms with it and are quite happy.” Scott replied but you frowned.
“Not that you even asked me out.” You huffed angrily and that’s when shit went down.
“YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK HER OUT!?” Lydia screamed causing everyone to flinch.
“Nice Scott real nice.” Erica snorted angrily.
“I kind of figured it was obvious we were dating now?” Scott muttered like he had nothing to be sorry for. Stiles and Jackson made a wincing noise that signified he’d said the wrong thing.
You stormed upstairs quickly followed by Lydia, Allison and Erica. Cory and Mason tutted before following after the girls. Scott looked at the boys clearly confused to what just happened. Derek shook his head and left the room joined by Isaac and Liam.
“Smooth bro.” Stiles snorted before joining his boyfriend.
“What the fuck just happened?” Scott asked Jackson, Ethan, Aiden and Boyd.
“No comment.” Boyd huffed before leaving the room to join the other in the kitchen.
“I knew you were a little ditzy but that’s a whole new level brother.” Aiden chuckled sarcastically before leaving with Boyd.
“Girls like being asked out Scott and the fact you didn’t ask says to her that you basically didn’t care enough to ask.” Ethan sighed sympathetically.
By this new found information Scott buried his head in the couch pillow and let out a growl. He bashed his head against the pillow until he realised he had to fix this, though he had no idea how. He figured his best bet was one of the girls but they were currently just as pissed at him. So he’d have to settle for one of the guys.
Up in your room, you were currently punching your pillow angrily. Mason and Cory came into your room and closed the door before you let out a distressed sigh. Lydia and Allison patted your back as started talking.
“Has he always been this much of an idiot!?” You exclaimed earning a snort from Allison.
“Yeah. Believe or not he’s gotten better.” Allison muttered making you scream into your pillow.
“He’ll fix it. That’s what Scott’s best at.” Lydia laughed making you huff, anger still evident on your face.
“For tonight I think we should stay in here and watch films. Tomorrow we will go therapy shopping with Derek’s credit card then when we get back we’ll see if he’s pulled his head out his ass.” You gave Erica a nod before everyone ran around the house getting everything.
You and the others cuddled up in your bed as you settled down to watch Deadpool which Lydia wasn’t too happy about but when you insisted it had Ryan Reynolds half-naked she decided she’d give it a try. Eventually Stiles joined you and was drooling just as must as Lydia when Ryan came on half naked.
For the rest of the night you enjoyed your time with your friends and eventually all fell asleep cuddled together. You woke up during the night because you felt someone move, when you opened your eyes you saw Derek picking Stiles up off the puppy pile and carrying him out bridal style.
Eventually you were left with only Cory and Mason as everyone’s partners came to collect them. Mason muttered something about being cold before he and Cory cuddled into you. Mason on one side and Cory on the other. You smiled to yourself as you quietly thanked them for not leaving.
You finally fell asleep with a smile on your face and both hands being held by your current cuddle buddies.
“Wakey Wakey!” Erica’s cheerful voice exclaimed as she burst into you room scaring you enough for you to end up on the floor. You winced and shot her a glare as Stiles came into the room.
“The others are dressed and ready we’re just waiting on you puddin’.” Stiles stated as he went through your wardrobe, picking out a pair of denim shorts and a plain white t-shirt.
“Take a shower and throw these on you’ll likely come back wearing and carrying a new wardrobe anyway so you may as well not bother dressing up. Plus Lydia said something along the lines of new haircut and make overs. I kind zoned out after that.” He added as he threw the clothes at you.
“Yes sir!” You mocked before making your way to yours and the girl’s bathroom.
Once you got to the mall Lydia dragged you and Stiles to nearest clothes store and began her mission. You and Stiles whined as she dragged you around the whole shop picking up clothes and throwing over both your arms.
By the time she stated she had everything you and Stiles had arms full of clothes. It wasn’t like you style was out of date or anything but like Erica had stated in the car, nothing completes a werewolf transformation better than a good makeover.
You tried on a the clothes the pack mates nodding and shaking their head to a few bits but as you came out the stall wearing white high waist skinnies and a maroon off the shoulder shirt that you had tucked into your jeans, you had a round of applause. You blushed at their attention but smiled anyway.
“Okay try on the other bits then we’ll go shopping for accessories! Wear that one when you’re done though.” Lydia instructed earning an eye roll from you and Stiles.
You tried on the other bits and eventually decided on the items you wanted and the ones you didn’t. After you paid Lydia dragged you to another store stating this was a better place for shoes and accessories. She picked up a thin faux gold leather choker that she insisted would be perfect for the outfit you were wearing.
Eventually after several more accessories were added to the basket she dragged you to shoes. She picked out a pair of heeled black faux leather Chelsea boots, a pair of timberland look a likes that had a chunky heel on, a pair of velvet black platforms and the last pair was a pair of chunky floral platforms.
Once paid for you stared at the shoes with a sceptical look, eventually you sat down on a nearby seat and pulled out not only the timberland look a likes but also the Chelsea boots. You looked up to see only Cory stood there which caused you to frown.
“Where’d they go?” You asked, confusion taking over your face.
“Lydia dragged Stiles and Mason to Macy’s and Erica dragged Allison to Pandora.” He explained awkwardly. It’s not like you and Cory didn’t get along it’s just you’d never really had one on one time  since you were always surround by more than one person.
“Which ones do you think?” You asked sceptically.
“Well the timberland ones look comfier but I feel Lydia may shame you for wearing them with that top since it’s feminine and those shoes scream more…hard ass bitch?” Cory answered honestly making you laugh.
“Wait what colour scheme were the floral ones?” Cory muttered, as he bent down and took out the box containing the floral shoes. You quickly noted that they were a black floral pattern before he stared at the shoes then at you be for apparently coming to some sort of epiphany.
“Put these on and wait here.” Cory muttered as he ran off into the same store and you had just come from.
Cory looked around and then spotted what he was looking for. He’d seen it earlier and thought it would look nice but knew better than to interrupt Lydia when she was on a roll. He grabbed it and ran to the check out quickly paying for it.
When you saw Cory run back out with a grin you raised an eyebrow at him. He handed you a bag which you took politely. However when you opened it you shot him a grin. In the bag sat a leather lace choker with a simple diamond shaped gem hanging off it which had a slight hollo tint to it.
You put the choker on and gave him the biggest grin and thumbs up causing him to chuckle. Just as you stood up and offered to go for a coffee Mason, Lydia and Stiles appeared. When she stared at the outfit she pursed her lips with a scowl before pointing at you. You didn’t wanna get Cory in trouble so you kept silent but Cory soon raised his hand guiltily.
“You are my new best friend.” She stated before drag Cory off who looked like he would rather the ground swallow him.
The rest of the trip was eventful but fun. After Lydia paid with Derek’s card to get your hair trimmed and styled. She also paid with Derek’s card to get your makeup done. Your eyes had been done in a natural smokey eye, while your lips were a similar maroon to your top and to add to it you had natural but thick looking false eyelashes, which you still weren’t used to. You may like to get your nails done but makeup had never been something you bothered with, but strangely you quite liked the feeling it gave you.  
You walked into the pack house followed by the others who were all carrying at least one shopping bag. You walked straight to the kitchen not bothering to look who was there, as you placed your shopping bags near the kitchen door.
“Jail bait.” Peter’s voice commented causing you to look up and see the Sheriff, Peter, Chris and Melissa all stood staring at you with wide eyes.
“Gross Peter.” Derek commented but chose not to even look at you.
“Holy shit! What did she do to your face?” Aiden screamed as he entered the kitchen. Before you could think about your actions you lifted your leg at full speed and kicked him straight in the balls causing every man in the house to groan.
“You know when a woman comes home looking dolled up and new you’re supposed to compliment them not ask them what happened to their face.” You snarled angrily as you sipped on your Starbucks.
“I somehow have no sympathy for you.” Lydia commented as she came into the kitchen, stepping over her groaning boyfriend on the floor.
“Your my gi-girlfriend shouldn’t you kick her ass or something?” Aiden coughed out making Lydia raise one perfectly shaped brow.
“One I honestly don’t think I’d win in a fight with her and two you just insulted my hours of hard work. You’re lucky I didn’t kick you while you were down.” The sheriff and Melissa were currently trying to hold back there laughter as Ethan entered the kitchen only to drag his brother out by the collar of his t-shirt, clearly saving him from his own mouth.
“I swear it’s like the men in this house have no common sense.” You muttered angrily only to have Scott popped his head round the corner.
“Did you call me?” Scott muttered with a dopey grin as he came into the room. His eyes wandered over you and his smile only got dopier as he opened his arms out as if he was about to hug you.
“Aww you look s-”
“Do you wanna see first-hand what just happened to Aiden?” You growled making him back away slowly and hide behind Derek.
“I’d like to be a protective mother and tell you not to threaten my son but I have a feeling he deserves it.” Melissa snorted making Chris wince but smartly kept his mouth closed.
You finally glanced at the Sheriff with a wide grin who returned the smile happily. You jogged over and threw your arms around him who hugged you tightly.
“How’s things Papa Stilinski?” You chuckled as you pulled away from the hug.
“Good kiddo how’s things with your Mom?” He asked softly, as he patted your hair affectionately.
As much as you denied Stiles was like an older brother the fact of the matter was he kind of was. Not long after you’d joined the pack you had some problems with your Mom and ended up staying with the Stilinski’s, in that time you’d come to think of the Sheriff as a father. Which he was happy about because he’d always wanted a daughter too. Stiles was jealous at first but eventually you all grew closer and it became like a weird little family.
The afternoon continued like this, conversations flowed between the pack and the parents. Everything was cheerful and fun but amidst it all Scott was talking to Chris and the Sheriff about how he should go about fixing his mess.
Had it been quieter in the Hale house, you’d of heard the subtle whisper of Scott as he and his trusted father figures planned the best way to fix his error, however since everyone was chatting away you remained oblivious.
Part 2 <- -> Part 4
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blu-joons · 2 years
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Dispatch Reveals Your Relationship ~ Song Mingi
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Your hearts both sunk as Mingi’s manager ended the call, both of you frozen as you sat beside each other. Neither of you really knew what to say, not that there was anything that either of you could say to fix the situation, and the very big hole that you found yourselves slipping into.
“We’re going to alright,” Mingi assured you as he placed his phone down onto the coffee table, “we just need to ride it out and stay side by side.”
Your head nodded, although you were still doubtful as you watched Mingi lean back against the sofa, running his hands through his hair, muffling his sigh as you did so.
You weren’t quite sure how it had happened, but in no time at all you found yourselves in all of the headlines. The two of you had been incredibly careful, barely leaving the house when you were with each other, wary everywhere that you went that someone could be watching.
“What do we do if this bothers you? What if it affects your career? The boys?” You nervously asked Mingi, knowing that despite how calm he acted around you, he was terrified too.
It was a situation that you didn’t want to find yourselves in as Mingi’s manager informed you both of articles that were only hours from release. The two of you were about to be outed, with none of the publishers willing to back down from sharing anything.
“We’re humans, we’re allowed to be in love,” Mingi reminded you, reaching across to take a hold of your hand in your lap, “lying to people is only going to make things worse.”
“You’re not just a human though Mingi, you’re an idol too.”
His shoulders shrugged back at you, understanding that you were nervous, but knowing that nothing could be done to change things. Mingi tightened his grip on your hand and pulled you towards him, refusing to let you get upset about what was going on.
There was no leg for either of you to stand for, you’d been pictures in Mingi’s infamous orange and purple jacket, if that wasn’t proof for people, then nothing would be.
“I know that it’s going to be a tough couple of days, a lot of questions are going to come our way, and a lot of opinions too, not always positive,” Mingi reassured you, “but we’re going to be right by each other’s sides and supporting one another.”
Your head nodded as you rested against Mingi’s shoulder, there was nothing that you could do now, instead you just needed to look forward and try and find the best way to figure things out.
“You know in a matter of hours your world is going to turn upside down, right?”
Your head nodded, trying your best to assure Mingi that you were fine. On the inside though, you were terrified, for millions to suddenly know your name.
Beside you, Mingi could tell that you were holding it together, spotting your bottom lip sticking out. He couldn’t blame you for being fearful, you hadn’t asked to be thrown into Mingi’s world, you were just guilty of loving him. The only guilty party was the photographer, who was currently being celebrated by every member of staff at Dispatch.
“I shouldn’t have been so stupid going out in that,” you vented.
“You weren’t to know that they’d be there.”
It was the middle of night, you were convinced that no one would be around at that time, and with Mingi wary of how cold it was outside, he gave you his jacket without even thinking, convinced that you’d have nothing to worry about as you crossed the road to get to your car.
“I can bet that people are going to hate me.”
“No, they’re not,” he whispered into your ear, “some of the fans might need time, but no one is going to hate you, I promise you.”
The not knowing what was coming your way was the hardest part for you to adjust to. Right now, the two of you were puppets on Dispatch’s strings, they were the ones that got to decide when they released the article, when they stopped toying with you and put you out of your misery by exposing your relationship to thousands around the world.
“It’s so easy to wish that I could turn back the clock.”
Mingi squeezed you tightly once again as you continued to whisper, knowing that this just wasn’t just your fault, but his too.
“We’ll get through it, just give it a few days.”
In a matter of time, another story was bound to come out, Mingi had been in the industry long enough to know that these things never dragged on for longer than a couple of days.
Mingi wasn’t afraid to stand up for himself, and you too, he had done nothing wrong in being with you. Sure, he knew that a few people would be disappointed, but there was no way that he was going to let any of that stop him from being with you.
“When the article gets posted I’ll make a statement through the company,” he informed you, “sharing our version of events could be crucial.”
You looked across to him in surprise, “what else can you say that the article won’t?”
“I can say plenty, I can tell the fans how I feel about you and how serious are relationship is too. Anything false written in the article, I will correct straight away, I’m not going to let Dispatch of all the companies twist things.
The response of the company was something that worried Mingi a little bit too, but he knew that he had the boys in his corner there. The boys had supported you both from the off, and they weren’t happy to sit back and let the two of you face backlash either.
“It feels surreal to know that in a matter of minutes so many people will know me,” you sighed.
“Have you put your social medias on private?” Mingi asked you, going through the many small steps that the two of you could go through to make sure that you were protected from anyone digging on you.
Your head nodded back at him, having changed most of your account settings when you first started dating Mingi out of fear that something like this would end up happening, sorting things out before they had the chance to snoop.
You’d hoped people would find your accounts on your own terms, but that was a luxury that had been taking out of your hands overnight.
“We’ll keep each other safe and nothing bad will happen,” Mingi smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “and you can stay here whilst it all goes on too.”
“Wouldn’t it be safer for me to be at home and out of the way?”
Straight away, Mingi’s head shook, “I want you here where I can keep an eye on you, if we’re going to face this together then that means that we have to be together too.”
“I’m sorry that we got found out,” you told him, “I know this isn’t the way that either of us saw things going.”
“Maybe it’s a good thing, if people know about us then at least we don’t have to worry about creeping around anymore.”
You smiled weakly, “do you think people will be accepting enough to let us do that?”
“I do, I think we’ll be just fine.”
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DC/ROTTMNT Crossover Idea
Okay, so. I am SHOCKED at the lack of DC/ROTTMNT crossovers right now. I wanted to fix that. There's a few versions I have rattling in my brain, but this one is a personal favorite. Whenever I finally make art for it I will post it BUT FOR NOW-
Turtle Tots & Baby Birds.
How it goes is this, Batman and Robin (Damian) are currently busting a meta human trafficking ring at the docks in gotham. As they are releasing the hostages, Robin opens one of the containers to find 4 baby mutant turtles. Raph (5 yrs) standing in the front, arms outstretched as he tries to hide his brothers. Shaking like a leaf, hissing, and a horribly fitting dog muzzle shoved over his face. Leo (4 yrs) is nearly laying on top of Donnie (4 yrs) and Mikey (3 yrs) also trying to protect them. Donnie is in shock, with another muzzle over his face. While Mikey is refusing to leave his shell.
We know Damian LOVES animals, so when Damian sees them he goes “Mine.” and adopts them immediately. Convinces Bruce that these turtles are obviously very different from the average meta human, so they should absolutely take them home and investigate further. No other reason involved of course.
They do take the brothers to the Bat Cave eventually. (Damian refused to let the police see the brothers, with how freaked out they are.) And get them medical attention. Raph is the most roughed up, Donnie & Leo are mostly Okay, but Mikey is sick and still refuses to leave his shell. During this, Batman takes some DNA samples from the 3 more so okay turtles (Just a q-tip with saliva) and runs tests. Finds out how they’re perfect genetic hybrids of their various turtle species, some small traces of unknown DNA (Yo’kai), and action star Lou Jistu, who has been missing without a trace for about 13 years at this point. This of course makes Bruce very concerned and curious. (Bonus points if Bruce was a fan of Lou Jitsu like he is of Grey Ghost)
Meanwhile with the turtles, they are currently feeling ALL the feelings, like:
Raph, he is incredibly suspicious and still in Protective mode. The whole incident with the smuggling ring was his first ever interaction with humans! It was scary! He doesn’t know if these new humans are any better yet.
Leo seems to bounce back almost immediately, babbling about any and everything as he tries to cheer his brothers up. (Hes not fine)
Donnie, who is terrible with change, is temporarily shut down as everything calms down. (He probably snapped at Alfreds or Dr.Thompkins hand when they removed the muzzle from his face on reflex.)
While Mikey is very lethargic, maybe a bit delirious and scared.
The humans around aren’t entirely sure how to treat Mikey given his Turtle DNA yet, tho they do their best. (Damian absolutely goes to the most trustworthy vet he knows and has them swear a blood oath to never tell anyone else about the turtles.) Damian also convinces Bruce to get the fanciest pool, UV lamp, and sand pit for the brothers. They WILL be spoiled rotten Damian will be SURE of it.
Now what of Splinter? Well, he is alive! However he's very hurt. Splinter took the boys to the surface to look for medication for Mikey when they were attacked by the Kidnappers. Splinter, of course, fought to save his sons back but gets shot in the gut and left for dead. (During the fray Raph absolutely bites off the fingers of one of the kidnappers) Splinter gives himself medical attention, barely survives off of pure spite. And as soon as hes able to walk again, he immediately goes to find his sons. Though, not knowing where to start, he goes to Big Mama first. He WILL find his boys.
Misc Info:
I wouldn’t be surprised if the League of Shadows & Hamato Clan know each other. However mostly leave each other alone… well, mostly because you BET Ra’s Al Ghul would want the Hamato’s Ninpo abilities (When Damian finds out the brothers are related to the last known Hamato Clan member, he gets even more protective.) Ra’s probably proposed for a unification of their clans before, but of course. The Hamatos will not touch that crazy with a 100ft pole, and.. Maybe the LoS had a hand in the declining Hamato Clan in an attempt to pressure them to unify. Doesn’t work however. The Hamatos are way less afraid of death than the LoS is after all.
Also wouldn’t be surprised if many magical heroes might’ve heard whispers of the Hamato Clan but put it up to myths. I mean, they are ninja mystic warriors after all.
Turtle Tot Shenanigans:
Now onto the adorable part. Just, let them be cute while plot is happening..
Mikey, when hes feeling better. Absolutely paints on the walls of the Bat Cave & Manor, the batfam keep the paintings in the batcave but had to stop him from painting on the Manor walls.
Leo copying anyone he sees sparring. Damian absolutely tries to give Leo a knife when he sees this but is stopped by Alfred. (The batfam may be a bit weirded out at how fast Leo seems to be learning the moves however. Because he is a built super soldier)
Raph chews on the manor furniture and. Absolutely destroys the legs of every table and chair until he gets something proper to chew on.
Jason or Alfred helping Raph to learn how to read (HC that Raph has dyslexia) Mikey too.
Donnie getting his hands on some bat or Wayne tech, manages to perfectly pull it apart to see how it works… and because hes 4, shoves a piece into his mouth.
Leo: Where are we?
Damian: In Gotham.
Leo: Wheres that?
Damian: In New Jersey.
Leo: …Ew
Anyways thats really all I have for this AU so far. I’m okay if people want to make a fic bout this, just credit me for the idea.
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School Supplies (fmaa2)
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It is almost time for me to go back to the terrestrial hell that we call school. I thought that I might as well write something about it before I disappear.
This is going to be about the Creepypasta Squad again, Bobby is 15 in this au much like Bunny in Fatal Flaws. The new school year is approaching, and he will now be entering high school.
***
Warnings: Strong language
Synopsis: “... By the way Bobby, did you remember to take your list of supplies?” Bobby rolled his eyes as he held up the sheet of paper for his brother Hacker to see.
“Of course, I did, who do you take me fo--”
“And did you remember to take a pen with you to cross out the things we already bought?”
Silence.
“Joy.” Hacker grumbled as Randy merely smiled in amusement.
***
They have not even stepped foot outside of the house that Bobby had already opened the rant floods about what he called ‘juvenile prison.’ His rants had gotten so frequent in fact that Randy was starting to wonder if he should make Bobby change schools.
Though, when he introduced the idea to Hacker, the latter only waved the remark back with the back of his hand. He said not to tire themselves out trying to find a school that might fit Bobby’s taste.
“All schools are the same.” He had said, half-amused and half-annoyed. “He’ll never be happy in any of them.” The way he said it concerned him, but he supposed he could not force him to say anything he wanted to.
Though, that still did not fix the current issue he was having.
“Middle school sucked balls!” The teenager fumed; aura murderous as he completely ignored Randy’s small sigh at the profanity. “There is no way that high school is going to be any better! Hell, I bet that people are going to be even bigger bitches!”
Hacker was absolutely dying to give him reason as his years in high school were one of the worst ones he had ever gone through, second only to being kidnapped by a criminal gang, but for all their sake, he did his best to swallow that urge.
“Who knows?” He said instead of vigorous agreement. “Perhaps, by some miracle, age would make them more mature.” Bobby scoffed at that.
“Yeah, and surely I’ll grow wings when I turn 18.” He crossed his arms around his chest as he walked in front of the two others, ignoring people's weirded out looks as he kept on rambling loudly about how infuriating his classmates have been thus far.
“Son, please. Do not speak so loudly, you are disturbing the other people.” Randy lightly scolded. Bobby rolled his eyes at the remark but still seemed to listen as his voice quieted down.
“They wouldn’t understand my suffering.” Frankly speaking, having never gone to school Randy had no idea if Bobby was being totally genuine or being totally dramatic.
It was not like Britney ever complained about it.
Randy shook his head as the thought passed through his head.
He could think of them another day, he had to focus on his two boys first.
Thankfully for both Randy and Hacker, the car soon came into view.
“Hey, Bobby’s going to be able to get his driving license soon, right?” Hacker suddenly remarked, the door to the front seat opened. “Why don’t we let him ride in that seat for now? From my experience, you learn quite a lot by just observing what is going on.”
Randy thought about it for a few minutes before finally nodding in agreement. “You have a point, does that bother you son?”
“Not at all!” Bobby responded happily before quickly jumping into the seat, slamming the door on Hacker. The latter gave him an unamused glare before sitting down in the other seat.
Honestly speaking, he could not care less about all that driving license stuff, he just wanted to sit in the front seats.
Randy probably saw right through him, but he did not comment as he started the car. The vehicle vibrated as it woke up before leaving the parking lot in silence.
“... By the way Bobby, did you remember to take your list of supplies?” Bobby rolled his eyes as he held up the sheet of paper for his brother Hacker to see.
“Of course, I did, who do you take me fo--”
“And did you remember to take a pen with you to cross out the things we already bought?”
Silence.
“Joy.” Hacker grumbled as Randy merely smiled in amusement.
***
Finally, after numerous distractions of Randy asking if the boys were hungry and trying to buy them some snacks, they arrived at the target aisle. Shelves beyond sight stood, filled with numerous items one dreaded to look at the prices of lied way beyond what a wallet liked to see.
School bags, pencils, pencil sharpeners, ink pens, art supplies, textbooks... they were everywhere, taunting Bobby and reminding him that he had in fact, less than two weeks before he was back in the land of no return if we do not count the holidays as one.
Posters of supposed sales framed the aisles, the logo of the store plastered on the banners in big font as a dumb quote “We make your purchases for school supplies easier!” gazed down upon them, a –30% or –50% sticker glued to the banner under several pictures of myriad items.
God, it made him sick.
Randy gazed upon the shelves and held his head with one hand as he sighed. “We may do this every year, but it sure feels like this gets more overwhelming as the time goes by.”
“It’s not just you.” Hacker raised an eyebrow as his eyes swept over the list. “Looks like it’s the same as when I went to high school, there isn’t really a list, it’s just like, three sentences basically telling you to go fuck yourself and do it on your own.”
“Huh?” Bobby, who had been debating between two Minecraft planners turned toward Hacker, an eyebrow raised. “What are you talking about? There is a list, it’s right under.”
“Bobby, that’s the list for 8th graders.”
“...Oh.” Hacker facepalmed. “Agh, whatever! Which one do you guys think I should pick? The Creeper one or the Enderman one?”
Randy tapped his chin in thought as he looked back and forth between the two. After a few seconds, he finally made his choice and pointed toward the Creeper one. “I think these colors match you.”
Bobby nodded. “Okay, thanks!” He dumped it in the cart, the first of many items to come. Even if he was not the one paying, Hacker was already dreading to see the exorbitant price that all those items will cost.
“What do we have to get next?” Hacker folded the ‘list’ before letting it fall in the cart alongside the planner like the long-lost forgotten feather of an ill bird. He crossed his arms.
“You’re the one who will tell us. In high school, you’re your own boss when it comes to supply. If you use folders, a document organizer or textbooks is all up to you. Personally, I always used document organizers because it was most practical for me, but we are different so really, you do you.” As Hacker’s words left his lips, Bobby frowned as he tried to visualize himself using all the items the former enumerated.
Randy scratched his neck, not quite knowing what to do.
“Well, we can think about that stuff later, right? There were still a few items listed on the paper if I remember correctly.” Hacker nodded.
“Yeah, there was that new calculator and all the basic stuff like ink and paper sheets.”
“Great, we can look for them first before we get to the complicated stuff then! What do you think about that son?” He turned toward Bobby, who nodded.
“Yeah sure, I’ll still try to think about it though.” Randy clasped his hands together as he walked blindly to another aisle.
“Great, let’s get going then!” An awkward Hacker called out to him.
“Uh, Randy, you’re walking to the gardening aisle.”
He looked at the shelves in front of him and sure enough, there were a few watering cans displayed with various price tags hanging above them. “... Oops!”
***
“God! We finally found it!” Bobby snatched the carefully wrapped calculator from the shelf aggressively, glaring daggers into it as if it had personally offended him and insulted his father. “We’ve been looking for this for so long!”
“I feel like you may be overreacting, son.” Randy calmly pointed out as he took the calculator from Bobby’s hands and examined its appearance. “It looks more polished than your last one and more complicated to use as well.”
“That’s because the one he was using in middle school was strictly limited to straight forward calculations, but this little baby can draw curves or even let you write programs with it.” Hacker explained as he looked over Randy’s elbow. “That also explains the rather high price.”
“The price?” Bobby raised an eyebrow as he looked at the price tag displayed on the shelf. “HOLY SHIT ALMOST NINETY EUROS FOR THIS CALCULATOR ALONE?”
Randy winced. “Not so loud, son.”
“My bad.” He quickly apologized, trying to get over what he had just read.
“It’s expensive but it’s so worth it.” He straightened up again. “I would have given you mine, but the old hag dumped it who knows where. I can still teach you how to use it.”
Bobby stuck his tongue out. “As if I would want to be taught anything that has to do with mathematics.”
“Well, with this calculator you can use cheat sheets--” Hacker began before Randy clicked his tongue in warning. A stern look on his face. Hacker sighed. “You can play Minecraft on it.”
Bobby’s eyes suddenly seemed to turn into stars. “Really?!”
Hacker nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, the controls are a bit more complicated, but you can.”
“When we go back home, you must teach me how to! No question asked and I don’t care if you have work!” Bobby excitedly and Hacker shook his head in amusement, a small smile twitching on his lips.
“Fine, since I have no choice but to.”
Randy looked at his two children with a small smile before his gaze dropped to the calculator still in his hands.
Britney would have been delighted to hear that as well.
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juminsmysticmc · 2 years
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Heyyy !!
👩‍🏫 student anon hereeee. I hope you're doing good? I'm not 😭
I saw your requests were open so I decided to appear out of thin air.
Can you do RFA+ minor trio comforting mc who has pain due to her wisdom teeth coming in and she has exams coming up so she needs to study while dealing with the pain?
(🥲Totally not based on my current situation. I'm lying. )
PS. I hope your exam went well. I have so much faith in you😭❤
RFA + Minor Trio comforting Mc who has pain due to her wisdom teeth + has upcoming exams
Hey!! I am so sorry dear! Hope it all gets better! I let mine get removed before they could start to hurt so I can’t relate but just remembering the pain to study is enough XD I bet you will do just fine! I love you!!
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Jumin
,,I can’t eat, I can’t drink, and for God’s sake I can’t even think, Jumin! How am I supposed to study?!’’ you asked your husband, already in tears as he was holding you in his arms.
He just came from work, had a long day in the company, but came home to see his wife crying over some books to get a higher position in his company.
Despite Jumin telling you over and over again that there was no need for you to get exams done, you wanted to be fair to the other workers and get specialized - until your wisdom teeth began to hurt.
The pain was awful and you were scared to drink or eat, in fear it would get even worse.
,,Why don’t we go to the dentist and get them pulled out?’’ Jumin asked you. His whispering voice seemed to calm you down for a few moments before you began to hiccup again.
,,Nooo…’’ you disagreed, ,,the pain afterward will be worse and I still will have to study,’’ you whined.
The throbbing pain made it impossible for you to concentrate on your studies so much so that Jumin just carried you in his arms and brought you to a doctor himself.
Luckily, the operation went pretty quickly.
The pain of the pulled teeth and the aftercare were very intense, but Jumin’s care made it possible for you to heal quickly.
The best was that to your surprise, the exams were somehow rescheduled a bit later so that you even had enough time to study…
Zen
,,How long was I asleep?’’ you asked Zen, rubbing your eyes and looking at the notes on the table next to you.
,,You were asleep for quite a while. I think three hours… I guess the painkillers didn’t work on you,’’ he noticed, stroking your forehead softly with his warm fingers.
You nodded as your eyes were still fixed on the notes for your studies.
,,I’m so frustrated,’’ you said out of the blue, tearing up.
All the feelings you bottled up were now able to get out of you and out of your mind.
,,I feel frustrated that I’m not studying more, that I am not doing enough, that the operation to get those teeth out is after my upcoming exams and I’m angry with myself that it even hurts that much!’’ you complained.
Zen took his place next to you and hugged you.
He could understand what you meant and felt very sorry for you. However, he couldn’t take away the burden of the situation.
,,I wish I could take the pain… you know. I’m a monster if it’s related to injuries,’’ he said, making you chuckle.
,,My mouth is swelling up again and it hurts so bad, Hyun…’’ you sobbed.
,,I will bring you some ice packs and afterward, I bet you will be able to study and concentrate on something else!’’
Yoosung
Your husband kept rubbing your back as you were trying to soothe your cheeks with two ice packs.
The microphone was muted, the camera turned off, and the professor kept talking.
Yoosung, who was trying to support you, could only pat you and try to stop making you cry.
But you were stressed, tired, annoyed, and even worse - in pain.  
And honestly, he knew how tremendous the pain could be. After all, he went through the same pain a few years before you.
And it was you back then who tried their best to support him back then.
The soups, however, weren't helping a lot and right now you realized how painful it still was.
,,Let’s take a short break!“ the older man said, turning off his microphone too.
You sighed before a big hiccup left your lips.
,,Mc… let‘s schedule the operation. You won’t be able to write the exams that way,’’ he tried to persuade you, telling you over and over again that it would be alright and that you would be fine.
The end of the day was near, your pains were still driving you crazy, and your homework was pure chaos when you finally gave in, realizing that this wasn’t something you could do to yourself.
You agreed on taking some sick days just to get the teeth removed and indeed, a few weeks afterward you didn’t feel any pain anymore.
Jaehee
,,Are you okay?’’ she asked you. The mask was covering your swollen cheeks as tears kept flowing down from your eyes.
,,I gown’t khnow’’ you mumbled, teary eyes looking at the brown haired woman as she asked you again.
,,Sorry, what did you say?’’ she tried to ask you again. Your pained face was making her worries grow little by little as you tried to tell her that you were unsure about your pains.
,,I will give you some painkillers at home and soon you will be able to sleep,’’ she smiled.
However, you had different plans.
,,Mc, there’s no way you will understand anything if you begin to study NOW… let’s wait for the next day. You really should rest now,’’ she told you.
You also quickly came to realize that she was right when you almost fell asleep after reading the same page for the third time in a row.
Working was impossible with your painful cheeks.
You were unable to eat anything and had to eat baby food.
Studying was also hard since you were constantly focusing on the pain and your cheeks.
But no matter how much you whined, Jaehee tried her best to support you and even helped you with your studies.
Saeyoung
Your fiancé had a hard time pressing his lips together to not laugh as he observed you with your big, swollen cheeks as you tried to slowly open your mouth to get a bit of soup into your mouth.
After being in pain for weeks because of your wisdom teeth, you finally brought yourself over to the doctor to get the operation done.
You were still in pain and were especially scared while sleeping, but managed well.
Saeyoung kept looking as he was currently blending the apple for you so that you could at least get vitamins.
,,I know that you want to laugh,’’ you hissed, glaring over at the red-haired man. 
He looked at you in surprise and made a shocked noise before he assured you that this wasn’t the case.
,,I would never laugh at my cute rabbit wifey!’’ he teased you, making you roll your eyes.
However, a few hours later, no one was laughing or teasing.
The teacher just sent you your homework which had to be done for a big presentation in two days and you were totally stressed.
You suddenly began to sob with the pain increasing and the feeling of anxiety overtaking your body.
Suddenly, Saeyoung felt terrible.
Taking you in his arms, he tried his best to assure you that everything would be alright.
,,I can help you with the project and I can also hack his laptop to get you more time, don’t worry. We will somehow be able to do it,’’ he whined, feeling bad himself by now, seeing you in despair.
He did keep his promise and indeed helped you with the presentation a few more moments later and promised to never ever laugh at you again.
Saeran
,,It’s okay,’’ he whispered, holding your body in his, stroking you, and kissing your temples as hiccups kept leaving your mouth.
Books were scattered everywhere on the floor, the ice pack that was supposed to be on your cheeks was somewhere between the chairs too while you just cried in despair.
The pain from your teeth and the stress you were feeling right now made you snap for a second.
You tossed everything around and threw the books around before Saeran stopped you and tried to calm you down.
However, he couldn’t take the pain from you.
,,If you want, I can check the answers to the test online. I just need to hack the computer of the university. It’s not a big deal,’’ he asked.
And for a short moment, the pain wasn’t as strong as before. You almost agreed with his crazy idea.
However, your good conscience brought you back to reality.
,,I need to archive it myself,’’ you sobbed, holding onto him as you looked at the chaos on the floor.
,,How about this? I will bring us ice cream and an ice pack and we will enjoy a moment of calm watching something and afterward you can keep studying? I bet it will help!’’
Saeran wasn’t wrong about this idea…
Jihyun
,,Remember me, if Lucy ever complains about her going to the dentist and how awful I feel right now,’’ you told your husband.
Ice packs were on your cheeks while your head was over the books.
Jihyun could only smile as he observed you, slowly approaching you as he began to tickle your neck.
,,I will…’’ he assured you and kept looking over you.
You were stressed and he knew it.
He also knew that you were scared, that there were a lot of things on your mind, and that the pain you were feeling right now didn’t make anything better.
But he also knew what you were capable of and he was sure that you wouldn’t fail.
However, you needed a bit of motivation as you felt rather down.
And so, like always when you were feeling down, the tears just began to leave your eyes.
Jihyun didn’t wait any second longer when he suddenly noticed the little drops on the books.
,,Mc…why are you crying? Is the pain that bad?’’ he asked you, trying to get you to answer.
,,Yes…the pain, the stress…what if I fail? Will this pain be at fault?’’ you asked him and hiccuped.
,,The wisdom teeth hurt a lot. I just want to eat normally again, but I can’t because the exams will be soon, but on the other hand this pain keeps me from this shit!’’ you hissed, pointing at the books.
Jihyun tightly took you in his arms as he tried to think of an idea.
The only thing he could think of for now was to make you take a short break and make you relax before the both of you would think of the best solution for the both of you.
Vanderwood
,,I’m so nervous,’’ you whispered while you were sitting in the waiting room of the dentist, the book you were trying to study between your hands as your legs were shaking.
,,You will shake off all your luck, Mc,’’ he told you, placing his hand on your thigh to prevent you from moving.
Your eyes met Vanderwoods, who was pretty calm, which was the opposite of you, who was nervous.
Not only would you finally be free from the whole pain surrounding you, but you also had the problem that the whole situation was distracting you from everything.
The study, the work-life balance…just everything was messed up.
On the one hand, Vanderwood could understand what you were going through. He could understand that you were nervous and a wreck, but on the other hand he couldn’t feel the pain you were feeling as he had more luck than you.
However, his mind quickly changed when you almost collapsed after the operation in front of the car.
,,What the hell was that?’’ he hissed, to hide his panic.
,,The pawn, worry and schtuding made me coholapse,’’ you mumbled.
Vanderwood was strongly holding you after you seemed to have regained consciousness, but he also took the book you were trying to study away from you.
,,I know you’re nervous and filled with fears about the upcoming exams, but studying while your body is at its limit is worse,’’ he whispered.
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21.04.2022 // 23:01 MEST
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shera-dnd · 1 year
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That's the last of my Suletta Sundays
And yeah this one is mostly smut
If you don't want that you can just stop at the scene cut
For everyone else
enjoy the show~
It had been a long day at the office at Gund Arm Inc.. After quite a few days of less than optimal use of her time - with most of it being spent crying and emotionally spiraling - Miorine finally had a productive, well spent day getting her company back in gear.
Who knew being in a good mood could improve her work this much?
One person did come to mind. One who did her best to get Miorine to open up, and fix the mess she had caused for herself.
Someone Miorine should definitely talk to about their current situation.
Though… not tonight. 
Tonight her feet were sore, and she was just about completely exhausted by the time she got home. 
Their talk could wait another day.
She had just opened the door to her house - and was finally taking off those damn heels - when she heard the familiar sound of her husband’s laughter.
“I really wasn’t expecting that move,” came Suletta’s voice from their kitchen.
It was another voice’s turn to laugh, “I was betting on that. You don’t seem the type to watch wrestling.”
Miorine knew that voice well. The voice of someone who had been very present in her mind.
She walked into the kitchen, just to meet those pink twin puffs of hair she had grown so used to seeing.
“Hey there, Princess,” greeted Chu Chu, leaning back on one of their chairs.
“Mio Mio!” Suletta, who was sitting across from Chu Chu, immediately jumped to her feet and walked up to Miorine to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, tomato,” Miorine whispered and kissed her back, before turning to address the pink elephant in the room, “I see you two are in a good mood. I take it you worked things out?”
“Yes!” Suletta nodded, “we talked about it, and there are no hard feelings.”
Chu Chu chuckled, “you say that now, but you’re the one who challenged me to a duel.”
“You did what?” Miorine blurted out.
“S-S-S-Sorry,” Suletta sputtered out, “but she still made you cry, so I couldn’t let that slide.”
It was a foolish decision, and a terrible way to settle things, but could she really be mad at her husband for something like that?
“You’re far too kind for your own good,” Miorine sighed and shook her head, “so what were the conditions of your duel?”
“If I won then Chu Chu would have to personally apologize to you for making you cry,” Suletta answered promptly.
Okay, that one Miorine already expected. That was how she and Suletta had gotten engaged after all.
“And if I won,” Chu Chu continued, smirking up at Miorine the entire time, “we’d get to share you for a while.”
Miorine was unphased.
“So when will I be getting my apology?” She dead-panned.
“What?” Chu Chu called in a terrible attempt at a tease, “are you so sure I didn’t come here just to propose a threesome?”
She raised an eyebrow, “I trust my husband’s ability.”
Chu Chu crossed her arms and relented, “fine, fine. Suletta won, not like anyone is surprised by that.”
Having finally decided to stop messing around, Chu Chu got up from her seat and walked up to Miorine, lowering her head as she said, “I’m sorry. I never wanted to make you cry. I still think what I did was necessary but… shit, it doesn’t mean I don’t feel terrible about it.”
“Apology accepted,” Miorine declared, “and you’re right. I did need to hear that.”
Chu Chu sighed and let her shoulders sag, tension leaving her body. “I guess that’s out of the way now, so I should get going.”
She could only take one step towards the door before she heard Suletta’s voice shout.
“Wait!”
Both of them turned to look at her, surprised by such a loud outburst from Suletta.
This only made her recoil back to her seat and try to disappear behind the table.
“S-S-S-Sorry,” she muttered, eyes avoiding their gaze at all cost, “it’s just that… you care for Miorine too, don’t you? That’s why you said all the things you said, right? Because you also care for her.”
Chu Chu did not seem comfortable being put on the spot like this, but she surrendered regardless, “yeah, of course I care for her. I wouldn’t have done any of this shit if I didn’t.”
And with that Suletta perked up again, “so you shouldn’t have to leave. You care about Mio Mio, and Mio Mio enjoys your company, so you should be able to stay, right?”
Chu Chu let out a nervous chuckle, as she looked at Miorine with uncertainty, before turning back to Suletta. 
“Look, I–You two are happy together now, right? I wouldn’t want to get in the way.”
“Suletta,” Miorine followed, with worry in her eyes, “you know you don’t have to do this. You already make me happy. I don’t need a mistress.”
But Suletta wouldn’t budge.
 She looked at them with the same fire in her eyes as she had when she piloted a mobile suit.
“I know I make you happy, but together we can make you happier,” Suletta insisted, “I don’t want Chu Chu to be your mistress. I want her to be with us.”
She looked Miorine in the eye, and placed both hands on the table as if bracing for what she was about to say.
“So Ms. Miorine,” she declared, “let us both take care of you!”
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‘ How did this happen,’ Miorine asked herself as she felt her body hit the bed.
‘ This was not what she had planned’ , her thoughts continued as Chu Chu lowered herself over her.
Chu Chu’s mouth met hers, and Miorine found herself opening her mouth almost instinctively for Chu Chu’s tongue to enter.
What silly questions. 
Why did it even matter how this happened? Why care about plans for the night when she could enjoy this ?
Rough hands grabbed at her body and soon Miorine felt herself being turned around so she’d be straddling Chu Chu. 
A bit off from what they usually did, but not like Miorine was complaining.
The reason for this change in position came quickly as she felt teeth biting at her asscheek. 
She let out a surprised yelp, and turned to find a very embarrassed Suletta still very close to her ass.
“S-S-Sorry,” Suletta shrunk, “it was just so pretty, and round, and it-it made me think of your tomatoes.”
Of course that was her reasoning. 
That sweet loving dork .
Chu Chu for her part chuckled and teased, “hey, I can teach you how to make it as red as her tomatoes if you want.”
Unfortunately the only thing getting red was Suletta’s face, so Miorine did what any good wife would do, and stood up for her husband.
“Don’t tease her,” Miorine intervened, “we can save the heavy stuff for next time. Just let this be sweet, okay?”
“Already planning next time, huh, princess?” Chu Chu answered, earning herself a glare, “what? I’m not teasing her .”
Miorine groaned, but she wasn’t about to let Chu Chu’s antics get in the way of her dream threesome.
“Suletta, you can keep going, I was just surprised,” she assured her wife, with a sweet smile, before turning to the menace she was currently straddling, “and you better find a better use for your mouth.”
Both of them were happy and eager to follow her instructions. 
Chu Chu took her mouth with the same forcefulness she took anything she wanted - something Miorine had grown to appreciate greatly - and Suletta returned her attention to Miorine’s butt, both her hands holding it firmly in place as she covered her ass cheeks in bites, and licks, and kisses.
Soon kissing proved to not be enough for Chu Chu, and her mouth found its way to Miorine’s neck, kissing and sucking greedily at her pulse point. 
Even that was not enough for her, and her hand sneaked under Miorine’s bra so she could play with her breasts.
Suletta, for her part, refused to be outdone. 
Her mouth, which had aimlessly wandered over Miorine’s ass cheeks, now finally brought its attention to where she needed it most. 
Even though she still had her underwear on, Suletta’s blind enthusiasm was not to be deterred by something as simple as a piece of clothing, and she began to lick and kiss through the cloth without even caring to remove it.
And with that came the first of what would hopefully many moans from Miorine’s throat.
“I think our princess needs your attention,” Chu Chu said, playfully, “how about you grab the strap while I get her ready for you?”
Miorine turned her head to see Suletta blinking the haze of lust away from her eyes. 
It was so strange seeing Suletta like this. The sweet, kind woman, looking at her with nothing short of hunger in her eyes. It sent a shiver down Miorine’s spine.
“What?” Suletta asked, seeming to have recovered any higher brain functions she had once lost.
“The strap,” Chu Chu repeated, “so you can give your wife the fucking she needs?”
Chuatury Panlunch truly had a way with words.
Suletta seemed less affected by the crass choice of words, instead just leaning back and hiding her face behind Miorine’s ass in embarrassment.
“I-I don’t think that will be necessary,” she muttered, before standing up, revealing the bulge straining against the fabric of her briefs.
Chu Chu whistled at that, “well look at that, looks like Mercury isn’t as backwards as we thought.”
This did nothing to calm Suletta down, who was now busy trying to figure out if she should hide her face or her erection.
“I-I can still get the strap if you want me to,” Suletta offered, trying to minimize her shame.
Miorine, of course, already knew what kind of equipment her husband was packing. Though it was a different thing to know that that was an option, and to have that option quite literally standing before her.
And now that it was, she knew exactly what she wanted.
“I want you,” Miorine called, catching her husband by surprise. She turned around so Suletta could see her properly and spread her legs for her, “I want you inside me.”
There it was again, that hunger in her eyes.
Oh , Miorine was in for a treat.
Two pairs of hands grabbed at Miorine’s underwear, stripping her completely naked and exposing just how wet she was.
“Wow,” Suletta said in awe, “did-did we do that?”
“Yeah,” Chu Chu smirked, “and we’re about to do a lot more.”
One hand slid down Miorine’s stomach and between her legs, a pair of calloused fingers spreading her up for Suletta to see.
It felt so silly to be so embarrassed right now, after all they had already done, but Miorine couldn’t help herself. 
She just turned her face away so Suletta couldn’t see how hard she was blushing, unfortunately that meant she had to expose herself to Chu Chu instead.
“Come on, princess,” she teased, “don’t be shy. Me and your husband are gonna take good care of you.”
Right on cue, Suletta lowered herself over her. 
Not actually touching her, but just hovering right over Miorine.
“May I?” Suletta asked, still somehow uncertain.
How could Miorine ever say no to her? 
“Please!”
And just like that, Suletta allowed herself to sink in.
“Fuck!”
She had been waiting for this for so long. Thinking about Suletta and how good it would feel to have her take her like this. To let her strong husband just ruin her and– 
Okay maybe she was the one who was sex crazed, but could anyone blame her?
“Take it slow,” Chu Chu instructed, and Suletta followed her lead.
Even at this rhythm, their combined work was enough to make Miorine squirm and whine. She wanted to buck her hips up and just fuck herself on Suletta’s cock, but Chu Chu held her firmly in place, forcing her to withstand this excruciatingly slow pace.
Though Suletta seemed to be struggling with it just the same.
“Mio Mio,” Suletta breathed out, eyes greedily taking in every inch of Miorine, “I didn’t know I could… I could make you feel this good .”
Miorine shuddered, and Suletta’s eyes went wide in response.
She pressed her body down on Miorine’s, one hand firmly grabbing her ass and holding her in place. 
Suletta began to thrust with wild abandon - no sense of rhythm, just a feral desire to make Miorine feel good.
It was downright overwhelming.
“Hey, hey!” Chu Chu called, “slow down there, Holder”
That seemed to whisk Suletta back from the trance she had worked herself into.
“S-S-S-Sorry,” she blurted out, “did I overdo it?”
Miorine could only shake her head, unable to form proper words.
“It’s fine,” Chu Chu assured her, her voice uncharacteristically sweet, “you wanna make our princess feel good, right?”
Suletta nodded, looking far too shy for someone who was currently balls deep in someone else.
“Then you gotta keep a good rhythm,” she told her, “help the pleasure last.”
She nodded again, before looking down at Miorine, “a-a-are you okay with that?”
It occurred to Miorine that she might actually be the luckiest woman in the solar system. Not because of her name, or inheritance, or company, but because she was married to the most caring human being to ever live.
The thought moved her enough to help her recover from her terribly needy state. 
She reached up to cup Suletta’s cheek and reassured her. 
“Keep going.”
That was enough to get Suletta going again, pausing only to kiss the palm of Miorine’s hand, before returning to her thrusts.
“There we go. You can speed up, but try to keep a consistent rhythm,” Chu Chu guided her, “now follow my lead.”
Miorine barely had a moment to worry about what that meant before she felt a rough hand grabbing at her left breast. 
Suletta soon followed, pawing at Miorine’s right as well.
One hand was controlled, experienced, it knew just how to squeeze to work as much pleasure out of her as possible. Just enough force, just in the right places.
The other was wild and eager. It pawed and groped and grabbed with little technique or understanding. All it knew is that this would make Miorine happy, and that’s all it ever needed.
Together they made Miorine squirm. 
She turned her face to avoid Suletta’s hungry gaze, but was met by Chu Chu’s lips on hers. 
A quiet moan worked its way out of her, and that was all the opening Chu Chu needed to shove her tongue in.
That woman may act all smug and in control, but her lips betrayed just how needy she was. Nowhere near as desperate as Suletta, but just as eager to drink in every little sound of pleasure that escaped her.
Thankfully that was a thirst she was happy to sate.
She broke away from Chu Chu’s lips, having little time to catch her breath before Suletta’s mouth pressed against hers. 
It made her shudder .
It wasn’t like they had kissed plenty of times since they had figured out their feelings for each other. It was simply the context and the burning passion that made this one different, that made Miorine feel like a rabbit caught between two starving predators.
Chu Chu seemed to realize she wouldn’t be having Miorine’s mouth any time soon, so she decided to make do with her neck. First as a soft nibble, but soon working up to a proper bite.
Miorine whined, and once again Suletta was left in awe at her little reactions, like every sound that came out of her was the most beautiful thing she ever heard. And of course she needed to hear it again.
Suletta freed Miorine’s mouth so she could sing for them, and then moved to join Chu Chu at her neck.
That broke whatever semblance of restraint there still was in Miorine’s body.
Two bodies pressed against hers. 
Strong muscles holding her in place. 
Hands grabbing at her breasts and bruising her ass. 
Mouths biting, and kissing, and sucking at her neck. 
All of this as Suletta’s hips pistoned against her faster and faster.
It was all too much.
She cried out the words, “Suletta!”, “Chu Chu!”, and “more!” until her voice had gone hoarse. Fingers grasping at the sheets in a futile attempt to regain some sense of control.
Then Chu Chu’s hand, which had held her nice and open for her husband, moved again to play with Miorine’s clit. And she knew now she wouldn’t last much longer.
Miorine was now on the verge of being reduced to a sweaty puddle on their bed. Just a little more and–
“M-Mio Mio,” Suletta cried, “I’m gonna... I feel like I’m…”
There it was. The last push. The reminder that even as Suletta did all this for her, even as she put Miorine’s own pleasure and happiness above everything else, that she was still loving every last second of it. That Miorine could make her feel just as good.
“Do it!” she downright begged, “do it, please!”
And just like that they both came undone. Suletta collapsed over her even as her hips continued to thrust forward on instinct alone, pumping her load into Miorine’s body with a loud groan of release.
Miorine, for her part, saw only white. Every one of her senses overwhelmed by pleasure.
They remained like that a little longer, basking in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm. Nothing but the sound of their breaths to remind them of where they were.
That and a single smug chuckle from an insufferable pink woman.
“Ugh,” Miorine groaned, giving Chu Chu a light slap on the arm, “be quiet.”
Suletta though, perked up in attention, her freakish stamina once again being put to use.
“Wait!” she called, “we haven’t taken care of Chu Chu yet.”
The chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as she waved her off, “it’s fine. I’m stone anyways.”
Suletta turned her head like a little confused puppy, quickly reminding both Miorine and Chu Chu of why they were attracted to this woman.
“Stone?”
“It means I’m not into being touched, especially down there,” Chu Chu explained.
There was obviously more nuance to it than that, but that could wait for later.
“But doesn’t that mean you’re not getting anything out of this?” Suletta asked, sounding both worried and confused.
“Of course I do,” she assured her, turning to plant a kiss on Miorine’s cheek before continuing, “I get to watch our princess make a mess of herself.”
That made it click for Suletta. That was all she needed to know.
“Yeah,” Suletta answered, kissing Miorine’s other cheek, “you’re right.”
Chu Chu giggled, “you sure are lucky, Mercury Girl.”
“No,” Suletta spoke softly, “ we’re lucky .”
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A Special Someone (part 4)
Sophie gets a taste of normal teenhood
genre: angst
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warnings: mild swearing (once), scolding, mentions of trauma?, a little bit of yelling
Special thanks to @mynameisnotlaura for coming up with this idea <3 i really don’t know where Sophie would be without your amazing ideas
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Instead, when she stepped through the doorway, she didn’t even have a chance to slide off her shoes before an angry voice startled her into dropping her bag and stumbling into the wall.
“LEE DA SOM. Just how do you think you’re going to explain this?!”
Sophie froze, eyes wide as dinner plates and fixed on the angry- no, angry wasn’t the right word. Livid might be a better description of the way Hyunjin currently stood glaring daggers at the girl.
“I thought we taught you better than to go behind our backs after the last time!” Hyunjin yelled.
Sophie was terrified. She’d never seen Hyunjin- goofy, kind, easygoing Hyunjin- this mad before.
“Um- what?” she stammered, unable to force any more words past her frozen lips.
Hyunjin’s glare intensified. “You know what, I’m going to let you figure that out,” he seethed, obviously trying to control his temper.
Felix ran in just then, probably alerted by Hyunjin’s outburst. “What the hell is going on?!” he demanded, forgetting to censor.
Hyunjin turned to Sophie, a devilish grin on his face that made the girl shiver a little. “Want to answer him, maknae?”
Ouch. Hyunjin had never pointed out her age to her, had always treated her like she was right up around Jeongin’s age. Sophie blinked back sudden tears and glared at the two older members to mask her emotions. “He’s ticked because I’m dating,” she said defiantly, her defensive tone hiding the quaver of fear.
Sophie had been desperately hoping Felix wouldn’t yell. Her hopes were dashed the next second as Felix let out a howl. “You’re what?”
Sophie cringed against the wall, eyes widening even more at the rare sight. Felix never yells, was her only coherent thought.
“I’d like an answer, Da Som.” His tone had quieted, but remained firm and deeper than its usual.
The repeated use of her hated Korean name only added to Sophie’s distress- which, she supposed, was the point.
Didn’t mean she liked it though.
“I said, I’m dating,” she muttered, the stress of the situation beginning to bear down in its usual way.
“Thank you.” Felix’s tone softened now that she’d admitted her wrongdoing. “Now, Hyunjin, you’re gonna go cool off. Chan’s gonna hit the roof, she doesn’t need you doing it first.”
Hyunjin glowered, but he stalked off to his room without saying anything.
Felix turned to Sophie, who had leaned against the wall for support and was choking back tears. “I’m not going to scold you,” he told her, wishing he could hug her but knowing that she needed to know who was “in charge” here. “That’s not my job. But I’m definitely going to take some measures. First, hand me your phone. I’m not going to look at it,” he promised, seeing Sophie’s tear-filled eyes. “I promise. You can even turn it off before giving it to me if you want. I won’t turn it back on.”
Sophie complied, watching miserably as Felix slid her phone into his back pocket. “H- how did Hyunjin know?” she whispered, thinking that it was best to ask while nobody was yelling.
“Well, it wasn’t Dispatch, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” Felix reassured her. “Nala sent him a photo of you and Ni-ki, not knowing that we’d blow a fuse. It was a really cute picture and she thought he’d like to see it.”
“I’ll bet she’s getting an earful from Byounggon,” muttered Sophie.
“Oh, probably,” sighed Felix. “And Ni-ki’s probably sitting listening to Jungwon scold him.”
“Only for getting caught.”
“Well, I don’t know what to say about that. It’s not my jurisdiction, thankfully.” Felix sighed, and looked at the floor, obviously not liking the whole situation. “But you on the other hand are, at least for right now. So here’s what we’ll do. The others will be home in half an hour. I want you to stay in your room until then. I don’t really care what you do while you’re in there, I just want to keep you and Hyunjin separated till he cools off.”
Sophie nodded, biting her lip as she slowly walked towards her room. Felix caught her hand as she passed him, and she turned, a questioning look in her eyes.
“Oh, Sophie.” Felix pulled her into a hug, which Sophie accepted more gladly than she let on. “I love you so much. And Hyunjin does, too,” he whispered into her hair. “That’s why he got so upset with you.”
“But he called me maknae,” Sophie pointed out. “That doesn’t sound like he loves me.”
“He was just mad,” Felix assured her. “Believe me, he loves you just as much as anyone could. He just takes stuff like this very seriously.”
Felix’s revelation was still playing through Sophie’s mind half an hour later when someone knocked on her door. She raised her head long enough to say “come in” then dropped right back down to the pillow so nobody would see her tear-stained face.
“Hey, uh, don’t kill the messenger, but they’re ready out there,” came Woojin’s voice.
Sophie, who had initially picked up her head in hopes that he’d say all was forgiven without a scolding, flopped back down. “Go away,” she mumbled, not ready to face anyone- especially Chan, and especially Ni-ki. She had, after all, been the one reassuring him they wouldn’t get caught.
“Hey.” Minho’s voice joined in, gentle but firm. “Nobody’s screaming at anyone unless stuff goes down, alright? We know both you and Chan have tempers, so we’re joining forces to keep a screaming match from happening.”
How did he always know exactly what Sophie was worried about? They had never been quite 100% close, and yet somehow Minho was the one always knowing exactly what to do or say.
Before she could decide whether or not to get up, Sophie felt the bed dip as someone sat down and began rubbing her back. “I know you hate this part,” Minho said softly. “But if things keep happening, this part needs to keep happening. I don’t like seeing you in trouble any more than you like being in trouble. But how else are we supposed to teach you what’s good and what’s not?”
“And like Minho said,” added Woojin, “nobody’s screaming at anyone. At least our members won’t be. Enhypen, well, that’s up to them.”
“Enhypen won’t be doing any scolding anyway,” Minho reminded him. “They were in on this with the maknaes.”
“Ohh yeah.”
“But seriously, Sophie,” Minho continued, “we’re going to make sure that this isn’t traumatic. Last time Chan yelled, we could tell it really shook you up. So we’ll make sure that while the point gets across, there won’t be any trauma.”
“You promise?” Sophie said in a small voice, and Minho’s heart almost broke to see her so scared- of them.
“I promise,” he told her, and the girl sighed, her shoulders tensing.
“Can you carry me out?” she asked him, in that same small voice, only smaller this time.
This time Minho’s heart snapped in two. “Of course, Bubble.” He picked her up like she was a toddler, recognizing her need for hugs even if she wasn’t going to admit to it. Sure enough, she laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him the moment she was lifted up.
Sophie could feel everyone’s eyes on her the moment that she and Minho and Woojin entered the living room. Her face was still buried in Minho’s shoulder, but she didn’t need to see everyone to know that half of them were looking at her with pity and the other half were looking at her with anger.
Minho sat down on the couch, keeping her with him, for which she was grateful. If she had been made to sit alone she wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Chan’s voice was the first to speak. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this, Da Som.”
Sophie cringed at the use of her Korean name.
“But first, you need to look at me. At least respect me enough to meet my eyes.”
A lump rose in Sophie’s throat at the blunt words, and hot tears stung the backs of her eyes. But she turned and met her leader’s steady gaze, still clinging to Minho.
“This is the third time you’ve betrayed our trust, Sophie, and we want it to stop,” Chan said firmly. “What you keep doing is absolutely wrong! We’ve tried to tell you this multiple times, but obviously it hasn’t registered with you. You know very well that dating is strictly forbidden, not by us but by the company. And to disobey the company is a lot more serious than disobeying us.” Chan paused for effect before continuing in an eerily calm tone, “You heard what happened to HyunA and Dawn?”
Sophie nodded, her eyes round with anxiety.
“Well, all I’d have to do is tell the CEOs of JYP and BigHit, and you and Ni-ki could be out of a job real fast. Just like HyunA and Dawn.”
Sophie heard Ni-ki inhale sharply. “But they went to PNATION…” he said uncertainly.
“That is not the point,” Chan said sternly. “The point is, both of you stand very good chances of being kicked out of your groups. And there’s no guarantee that another company would take you. Dating is a very serious offense, and companies won’t take it lightly.”
“And neither will we,” added Hyunjin grimly. Obviously he was still openly angry about it. “If I could, Sophie, I’d put you in house arrest for the next five months.”
“Hyunjin,” said Chan warningly, and Hyunjin shut up. “Anyway, while I’m in no position to discipline Enhypen for their part in this, I can discipline Sophie. So here’s what’s going to happen. Sophie, you’re losing your phone indefinitely. Obviously we still can’t trust you with it, even after taking it before. Secondly, you’re also fully grounded indefinitely. No hanging out with friends, no fun screen time unless it’s something we’re all doing together, basically nothing fun. And I don’t think you’d do this, but absolutely no sneaking out. We’re going to be taking precautions to make sure you follow these rules, and we don’t have to discuss them in front of Enhypen. So we’ll be talking over that later. Understand?”
Sophie nodded, too miserable to speak.
“I want a verbal answer, Da Som. I don’t care if it’s in English or Korean, I just want a respectful verbal answer.”
Sophie chewed on her lip before giving an answer in English. “Yes, sir.” Normally she’d have said “Yes, Chan,” but she figured that in this case, it wouldn’t hurt at all to add the extra layer of respect.
“Thank you. Now, I don’t have anything more to say to Enhypen as a whole, but Jungwon, I want you to come with me for a few minutes.”
Jungwon looked a little scared, but he nodded and stood up, following Chan out of the room.
Sophie and Ni-ki shared a fearful look. What’s going to happen?
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Cheapest Gas Supplier in Macon
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Financial Planning for Retirement When Relocating Both Short and Long-Term
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Whether you are moving overseas permanently, taking up a new job post for a couple of years, or hedging your bets before you make any decisions about where you’d like to settle down with your family, your retirement plans should always be an important consideration.
Although financial planning for retirement might seem years away, or you may assume there isn’t anything you need to do immediately to protect your pension wealth, proactive pension management can make a significant difference to your future finances.
UK nationals who live in another country for any period of time should evaluate how this may impact their eligibility for the State Pension, how they intend to make contributions to private or workplace pensions from abroad, and how best to manage pension products – we’ll run through some of the primary reasons this is worthwhile.
Managing State Pension Entitlement During an International Move
British expats are entitled to the State Pension regardless of where they live, provided they have made enough National Insurance (NI) contributions during their working lives. In some countries, the amount payable may be fixed at the date of your relocation, although in other jurisdictions, you may benefit from the annual increase calculated against the ‘triple lock’.
A common challenge is that anybody who has lived abroad, even if for a short period, could find that their NI contributions have a shortfall – impacting their eligibility to claim the State Pension. Disregarding this potential problem may mean you have limited opportunities in the future to pay shortfalls and secure this income stream.
The best strategy is to request a State Pension statement to see how gaps in NI contributions have affected your eligibility. However, the sooner, the better because if you have a large shortfall stretching over a few years, it may be more feasible to make this up in stages rather than as a lump-sum payment.
Partial years can also be ‘upgraded’ to full years with minimal contributions, often beginning at £15, which is an easy and low-cost way to avoid losing out on the State Pension, currently worth £10,600 per year.
The State Pension is always remitted in GBP, so you may wish to think about how exchange rates will affect the value or decide whether to retain a UK bank account if there is the potential you will split your time between locations.
We have previously looked at Expat Retirement Planning and examined why this level of planning is important, regardless of your age now or when and where you intend to retire.
Dealing With Workplace Pensions When Living Overseas
If you are relocating long-term, you may have clearer options in terms of deciding what to do with a defined benefit or defined contribution pension scheme if there is a certainty you won’t be returning to the UK or won’t be making any further contributions to the fund.
Otherwise, the right way to proceed could depend on the terms and policies attached to the scheme, whether you can access your pension fund from abroad, and how this would affect your tax liabilities both in Britain and your overseas home.
Most personal and workplace pension products are accessible from any location, although you may not be able to draw on the fund until you reach the minimal claimant age, and other conditions may apply. For expats living overseas permanently, a pension transfer is often the optimal solution – but that isn’t always the best financial solution.
Transferring UK Pension Schemes Overseas
A defined contribution scheme could be transferred to an overseas pension fund, reinvested in a UK-based privately managed pension, or invested in a different product without necessarily impacting the gross value saved and offering options to structure your retirement savings efficiently.
Defined benefit schemes are more complex as moving your funds could remove your right to a fixed income for life or of a minimum value on retirement. Our advice is always to consult with an experienced financial adviser who will evaluate your circumstances and the pension products you currently hold. They will create a tailored strategy to indicate the available options and which will be most advantageous.
Ignoring the issue, or assuming that you do not need to take action because you may return to the UK, could be a bad move. One example relates to the Lifetime Allowance (LTA), a recently abolished limit on the amount of pension wealth you can save in the UK without being exposed to additional taxation.
If you were to move this year and transfer your pension, you would remove any exposure to this tax being reinstated – a likelihood this may happen if there is a change of governing party changes at the next general election. Failing to act could mean you miss a potentially short-term opportunity to significantly reduce the tax exposure linked with a higher-value pension.
Tax Rules for Expats Drawing on a UK Pension Fund
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The tax rules in your country of residence will also influence the viability of your pension planning, where some countries offer attractive flat-rate taxes for expats against foreign-sourced pension income. Others may include pension benefits in income tax calculations, which may impact the most beneficial way to proceed.
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adamwatchesmovies · 6 months
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After (2019)
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If After were worse, it would be a “better” movie. This Twilight knockoff is nowhere as awful as they get, which means it never quite reaches the level of being "so bad it's good". It's a near miss considering the weirdly chaste romance and the loopy scenarios threatening to keep its lovers apart.
On her first day of University, Tessa (Josephine Langford) meets Hardin (Hero Fiennes-Tiffin). They couldn’t be more diametrically opposed but she's drawn to the tattooed, moody bad boy. She has a boyfriend, Noah (Dylan Arnold). Her mother insists she’ll be throwing her life away if she pursues this new hottie instead of him. Everything tells her they don't belong together but will she listen?
You’ll know something’s amiss from the opening credits. “Wattpad Productions”? As in the website where you post fan fiction? Yes. This film is based on a novel that began as a One Direction fan fiction. Not that there’s anything wrong with fan fiction - you enjoy what you like the way you want to - but there’s a certain… quality associated with someone so inspired by their love of a boy band they need to pen a book.
The worst thing about this movie is how derivative of other works it is and how predictable this makes the plot. When the overly rebellious-looking Molly (Inanna Sarkis) invites Tessa to join in a game of truth-or-dare and she asks “What is the wildest place you’ve had sex?” you know Tessa will reveal she’s a virgin. How could she not be when she’s currently dating Noah? The guy shows her so little affection I wouldn’t blame you for thinking they're siblings. In my headcannon, he's secretly an old man whose mind has been transplanted into a highschooler's body. I don’t know where the series is headed but I’m pretty sure he’s like a Ken doll - just smooth down there. Same applies for Tessa’s new college bestie, Landon (Shane Paul McGhie). His only purpose is to emphasize how much of a “bad boy” Hardin is by comparison.
Speaking of which, I’m not going to judge Hero Fiennes Tiffin too much on his performance as the love interest -the script is just awful - but he’s not very good in it. Every time you spot him brooding on his rooftop you’re supposed to think “he’s so tortured inside… I hope she can fix him”. Instead, you’ll mutter “Give me a break”. He’s a teenager’s idea of what a bad boy is like, which means he’s got tattoos and a shady past… but he doesn’t drink and loves to read classical litterature. Oh, and he “doesn’t believe” in love. This nonsense might fly with teenage girls but the rest of us will see right through it.
If you're lucky, you'll find After comically but unintentionally amusing. At one point, Tessa’s mom (played by Selma Blair) comes at her daughter. “You’ll ruin your life if you get with him. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed you to stay in this room that reeks of pot!” Tessa refuses to give up the relationship with Hardin “Then, you’re cut off!” her mother screams. Now with no money to pay for rent or food, she’s forced to move in with her scandalous boyfriend. Good job, mom! That’s the second big dramatic moment (the first was when Tessa had to break up with Noah). The final one comes later in the movie when wait for it we learn Hardin began dating Tessa… on a dare. Wow! Bet you didn’t see that coming. What’s more surprising is how few times we see the characters at school or how surprisingly modern the sex scenes are. At least I can give the movie credit for that second one.
The best thing about After is that its sequel is so out there (in terms of romantic dramas) that it becomes a fascinating wreck. To properly enjoy just how ridiculous it is, you need to see this introductory chapter. As far as backhanded compliments go, this is as low as it gets, but After is the kind of movie that will eagerly accept it. (March 18, 2021)
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You are beautiful (1)
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Summary: You’re the tech nerd at the Stark tower, considering Bucky Barnes to be your friend.
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Plus-Sized Reader
Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: angst, language, unrequited love, low self-esteem, fat-shaming, sadness, pining, fluff, miscommunication, beefy Bucky is a clueless puppy, talk about sex, a hint of dirty talk, virgin reader
Divider by @firefly-graphics​
You are beautiful masterlist
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“Doll, did you listen?” you snap your head toward Bucky who currently sits on your desk. He gestures toward his brand-new phone, waiting for you to help him set up the phone. “I broke another phone.”
“Yeah, I got that,” giggling you look at the new phone Tony handed to Bucky (not without a grunt and mumbling freaking Manchurian Candidate before storming toward his office). “Let me set the phone up for you.”
He smiles softly as you get to work. Bucky hums, watching you chew on your lower lip while setting his phone up. He sighs, hoping you will give him advice with something else plaguing his mind.
“Doll, you’re a girl, right?” chuckling you nod, but don’t lift your eyes from the phone. “You see, I like someone. I like her a lot.”
That picked your interest, and you look up at him, eyes big and wide. Your heart beats faster than it should, and you pray, Bucky will say the words you dreamed of for so long.
“Oh, you do?” he nods, and you almost drop the phone when he places one big hand onto your shoulder. “Who is she?”
“She’s working here,” he leans closer, avoiding someone else will hear him. “I feel so nervous around her. She’s smart and pretty. What can I do?”
“Ask her out,” you splutter, giving him a soft smile. “I bet she likes you too, Bucky! You’re smart, kind, strong, and attractive. A girl must be blind to not see you.”
“You think I should just ask her out?” Bucky exhales a shaky breath. “Okay, you are right!” he excitedly says, leaning a little closer again to peck your cheek. “Thank you, technical specialist no. 7. I will ask her out right now.”
Your heart flutters, and hell, you start to sweat when Bucky hops off your desk.
“Just do it, Bucky.”
“Alright. I think she’s at her office. I saw her enter before I came here,” your heart drops. “Thanks for the help with the phone and all.” You can only watch him almost run out of your office to ask another girl out.
“I-this is,” you sniff, shaking your head. “He didn’t mean me…of course, he didn’t.” your eyes fill with tears, and you look at the phone in your hands. “We are just friends, nothing else…”
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“Did you see, Bucky has a girlfriend now,” not two weeks later you walk into the kitchen at the tower only to see Bucky all over a petite blonde agent. She giggles, hand placed onto his thick bicep.
How could you ever believe he would look at your twice? Of course, he’s into a slim girl with perfect hair, perfect skin, and the most beautiful blue eyes you ever saw at a girl. Hell, you would fall for her too if you were into girls.
She’s all you’re not. Self-confident, pretty, charming, and, you hate to admit it, she seems to be a nice person too. “Yeah, I’m happy for him,” the words sting like hell as you let them roll off your tongue. “He deserves to be happy.”
“Manchurian Candidate finally got laid,” Tony doesn’t know how much his words hurt you. “Right? Now he won’t bug you all the time to fix his phone or crap. You can focus on your work again. My best technical specialist will not waste her time on destroyed phones ever again.”
“Yeah. That’s great,” you try to sound cheerful and fail epically. Tony side-eyes you, regretting his words in an instant as you struggle to fight the tears well-up to your eyes.
“Darling, I—” you raise your hand, shaking your head violently. “Shit, I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t know.”
“No one knows,” Tony watches you stumble out of the kitchen to release a choked-out sob you kept down your throat. He runs one hand down his face, sighing deeply.
“Great job, Tony. You just hurt the kindest girl this world ever saw…”
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“Darling, you should take a few days off. Get a certain super-soldier out of your head and have a vacation. You can use my house at the lake if you want to,” Tony took the place Bucky usually occupied on your desk and it breaks your heart even more. “Y/N.”
“Maybe you’re right,” stifling back a sob, you look anywhere but into Tony’s eyes. “It was foolish of me to believe a man like him would ever look at me. It’s my fault, really. A girl like me shouldn’t dare to dream.”
“Y/N, that’s,” you huff as Tony tries to feed you lies about, the right guy coming around soon enough. That he will swoop you off of your feet and make you happy.
“The ugly truth, Tony. No one wants a fat girl. They don’t care if I’m smart, kind, and all the right things. All guys take one look at me and decide they do not get hard for me so I’m unlovable,” you wipe a rogue tear off your cheek. “I’ll take a few days off, though.”
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Tony didn’t give away why you left out of a sudden and people are worried. Two weeks have passed and everyone at the tower tried to contact you.
Well, everyone but the one man you hoped would send you silly emoticons or ask how his favorite doll is doing. Sadly, there is radio silence on Bucky’s end, and it takes the last remnant of hope away from you.
Your friend isn’t even worried about you. How can he call himself a friend if he gives a shit on you?
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“She’s back,” Natasha cheers as she enters your office. “Where have you been? Damn, you look stunning babe. Did you do something with your hair? Is that a new dress?”
“I had a little vacation. Tony said it was long overdue,” you give Natasha your best-faked smile; the one you trained in front of a mirror over the last weeks. “It was an extended vacation.”
“Great to have you back,” mirroring Natasha’s smile you hope she didn’t find the lie among little truths. “Don’t work too hard.” She gives you a pointed look, searching your face. “If you ever want to talk about something, I’m here. You know, I’m like the camps’ mom.”
You chuckle at her words, but the faked happiness doesn’t reach your eyes. “I know. I promised you are the first one I will talk to.”
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Weeks pass without so much sight of Bucky. He doesn’t come around anymore, and he doesn’t ask you for help with his phone. That bastard didn’t even realize you were gone for almost three weeks.
There is no freshly brewed tea for you waiting on your desk and a confused Bucky asking for advice. He found someone better to explain the technology of the 21st century to him. Now he doesn’t need his friend anymore.
“Friend. Was he even a friend?” you wonder aloud as you recall every single encounter with Bucky. “Oh, no!” you think about your first meeting with Bucky.
He was nervous as he broke his phone. He asked you so many questions about technology and you took your time to explain everything he wanted to know.
“Shit, he wanted help, nothing else,” you roll your eyes at your stupidity. “He came back whenever he needed advice and brought me tea or sweets as he’s just a nice guy. Bucky never was my friend in the first place. I was only a friendly colleague he asked for help…I’m stupid…so stupid…”
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“Doll, thank God you are back. Where have you been? No one knew where you went,” Bucky hurriedly enters your office, another broken phone in his hand. “Uh-I kinda broke my phone again.” He sheepishly replies. “Sorry to bug you, Y/N.”
“No worries, Sergeant,” you give him a professional smile. You decided a few weeks ago that you must stop pining over a man who simply tried to be friendly, nothing else. “Tony told me about your accident with the phone.”
He chuckles now, long hair falling into his face as he does. He looks at your through the strands covering his beautiful eyes and you fall back into old habits and stare at him for a moment. “You alright, doll?”
“Yeah, peachy,” Bucky nods but doesn’t buy your lie. “I got a lot of work to do today. Let me set up the new phone and you can be on your way in ten.”
“Did you do something with your hair?” he asks, taking his usual seat on your desk, glancing at you while you check on his new phone. “Doll?”
“No, I just…I don’t know,” you desperately try to not speak your mind. “I’m the same fat girl from a few weeks ago, okay. I didn’t change anything.”
He gasps, index finger lifting your chin to see the tears glistening in your eyes.
“Who hurt you, doll?”
“No one,” you sniff. “I get a little sentimental close to Valentine’s Day. I’m single for all my life and just want someone to hold me too. You know, girls’ stuff…”
“You’re single?” he asks, frowning as your shoulders slump. “I thought you got a boyfriend. A girl like you, I mean... You’re smart and sweet.”
“No, I don’t have a boyfriend, James,” you swat his hand away. “I never had one so far. Smart and sweet, yeah. That’s what the nicer guys tell you. Other guys would call me fat, shy, and boring.”
“Doll! No man should ever talk to you like that!” Bucky chokes out as you jump off your chair to pace your office. “Y/N?”
“I’m fat, okay! No guy gives me a second glance ever. I know some guys like some curves but I’m painfully shy too. So, if there are one or two guys out there, they won’t be interested in me.”
“One day there will be a nice—” you slam your fist onto your desk, making the super-soldier jump a little.
“What will there be? A knight in shining armor coming for my aid?” you scoff. “No, there won’t be a knight with a white horse. Look at you, James. You have the perfect girl by your side. Slim, pretty, smart, and so…so beautiful. All of you got pretty girlfriends. None of you ever goes for the shy, nerdy, and plus-sized girl.”
“That’s not true,” he argues.
“Oh, yeah?” hands on your hips your glare at Bucky. “Why am I a virgin at the age of twenty-six then, huh? If out there are so many guys wanting me, why does no one ever ask me out?”
Bucky gasps as you throw the phone at him before storming out of your office. “If you want to do people like me a favor, look in the mirror first. You look like a male model. You can never understand how it feels to look like me…”
The door at your office slams shut leaves Bucky in deafening silence as he tries to fathom that you think so low about yourself.
“But she’s pretty and cute…and kind…and smart…and all the things I’m not…”
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“What’s wrong?” Tony cocks his head as Bucky storms into his office. He paces around the room, stopping in his tracks to look at Tony only to start pacing again. “Brain damage again?”
“She—and then…and…fuck,” Bucky sighs deeply. “I think Y/N is mad at me. I tried to be nice and tell her she’s pretty and she just…”
“Got mad?” smirking Tony looks at a confused Bucky. “Don’t give me that puppy dog eyes. This works on Y/N, not me.”
“Why is she so mad?”
“I don’t know,” Tony causally says. “Maybe as you got this new girlfriend and never came around anymore; or maybe she’s just done doing anything to help you and more only to get ignored.”
“Or maybe it’s the fact she’s head over heels and butterflies in her stomach in love with you,” Natasha says, lazily leaning in the doorframe. “Barnes, you must be blind and stupid to not see how the girl looks at you. Her eyes shine and I’m always afraid she will have a heart attack when you are around.”
“She loves me,” Bucky considers what Natasha just said. “How can she love me? I’m a broken man, with a metal arm and nightmares plaguing my nights. I got nothing to offer.”
“Why do you ask me, James?” the red-haired woman quips. “The heart wants what it wants, I guess. Pity you are with that little agent and not the girl loving you so much.”
“I-I’m not with that agent. We had two dates. I…we…it didn’t work out. She was nice but—” Bucky huffs as Natasha smirks at him.
“She wasn’t our favorite technical specialist? You know the one with big doe eyes and more patience with you than Steve. The girl who baked cookies for you and talked about your problems for hours?” she muses. “If that’s so, you should talk to the poor girl and put her out of her misery.”
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“Doll, hey,” Bucky stands in front of your apartment, knocking harshly. “It’s me, Bucky. You know the guy with more technical issues than anyone else on this planet. I need to talk to you.”
“Bucky,” you open the door, sleepily rubbing your eyes. “It’s 2 am. If you need my help with your phone again, come back tomorrow. I’ll be at my office at 9.”
“No wait,” he blocks the door with his foot to stop you from closing the door. “I-uh, you know…I wanted to talk to you.”
“Listen, I’m tired,” he nods but forces his way into your apartment, slamming the door shut with his boot. “Bucky, Sergeant…” there is something in Bucky’s eyes making you feel unease. “You should go now.”
“I wanted to apologize, doll,” his metal hand reaches out for your face, cups your cheek gentler than you thought possible, “for what I said and that I didn’t see you sooner.”
“I—what?” you gasp as his flesh hand joins the metal one on your face. “Bucky, I…you should go. I need to sleep. Tomorrow is…”
“You’re so sweet and kind,” a whimper escapes your throat when Bucky dips his head to press a soft kiss to your trembling lips. “Baby doll, you are so beautiful to me. I just never thought you could ever see more in me than the broken man I am.”
“Is this some kind of sick game? I tell you no man ever wanted to touch me before and you come here and kiss me?” you cry. “This is not funny. If you don’t like me it’s fine, but don’t be cruel.”
“Doll, no,” he cups the back of your neck, forces you to hold his gaze. “I liked you forever. But you are smart, sweet, and kind. I didn’t want to drag you into my shit.”
“You’re with that agent and just kissed me. That’s not okay,” you complain, making Bucky chuckle. “How can you do such a thing.”
“Y/N, I’m not with that agent. We had like one and a half date,” he pecks your lips again. “I talked about you the whole time and that was a major turnoff. She told me to get lost and never call her again.”
“Why would you talk about me,” mumbling under your breath you shyly glance up at Bucky. “I’m not one special. Only the nerdy girl fixing your broken phones.”
“Uh-I broke them on purpose,” Bucky admits. “I used my metal hand to crush them. I wanted to see you and talk to you. I needed an excuse to come to your office and ask for help.”
“What?”
“Doll, would you go out with me one day? I mean…do you…would you,” nervously looking down at you Bucky waits for your answer. “Please.”
“I can’t,” you sniff. “Everyone would laugh about you for asking me out. Look at me. I’m just…”
“Beautiful,” he cuts you off. “Doll, if only you could see what I see. I love how you talk to me like I’m not a broken man. I love that you laugh about my bad jokes. You are the first girl not wanting to know about my times as the winter soldier. You’re just you and I love you for it.”
“You love me?” that’s too much for you. Your legs give in, you gasp, and then, your world goes black as you lose consciousness.
“Doll! FUCK!”
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“Doll? How do you feel? Fuck, you scared me there for a minute,” you wake on your bed. Bucky sits next to you, hand gently stroking your thigh.
“Bucky?” you look down your body, to glance at his hand. “What happened?”
“You passed out. I carried you into your bedroom and checked on you,” he is still stroking your thigh, fingertips digging into your skin. “I was so worried.”
“Why are you touching me?”
“I-I swear I didn’t do anything,” he gasps. “I mean, I kinda brushed your chest but that was an accident. I would never touch you without your consent.”
“You are still stroking my thigh, Bucky,” he nods but doesn’t stop stroking your skin. “Sergeant!”
“I like touching you,” longingly looking you up and down Bucky sighs. “I want to touch you all my life and worship your body. Do you know how often I imagined burying my face between those thighs and having my way with your sweet pussy?”
“Bucky, Sergeant…what?” you squeak when he suddenly cages you with his body. “Bucky…I.” you press your hands against his chest. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
“I’m gonna take my time with you,” he pecks your lips. “Take you out, make you my girlfriend. When you’re ready, I’ll go down on you, mark your cunt with my teeth, lips, and tongue. I will bury my cock inside your pussy and press all those sweet noises you can make out of you.”
“Bucky,” giggling nervously, you look up at the super-soldier on top of you. “You can’t say such things. I don’t think you want me.”
“I fucked up, okay. When I asked you about the girl I like, I wanted to ask you out. But then I chickened out and ran, telling you lies about another girl. Then that agent asked me if I want to have dinner with her, and I said yes.”
“You meant me?” sniffling you look at Bucky. “Why did you go out with that woman? If you like me. Why did you never call or come around?”
“I’m sorry, baby doll. I was on a mission while you were gone. Later I was afraid you don’t want to see me as I always mess with my phones,” he nuzzles his face in your neck. “From now on, I’ll only ask you out. My beautiful doll. I will make you mine and never let anyone hurt you…”
>> Part 2
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glitching-time-bomb · 2 years
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heey maybe oneshot about a nightmare and bad guys who suddenly become bitty?
oh gosh, I'm answering this so late! So sorry about that, but here you go! :)
You finally had a day off work, with no other plans, and you were dead set on it just being a lazy day. You didn't have to wake up the annoying sound of your alarm-clock beeping, you could simply just wake up on your own accord.
That was exactly what you were doing now, lying in bed with no plans but to stay home and relax today. If you really wanted to, you could call and see if your skeletal friends wanted to hang out, but... you didn't exactly have the energy to even climb out of bed. Which was something you'd have to do at some point, so you figured you may as well do so now.
With a huff you begrudgingly open your eyes, glaring at the bright sun shining in through your windows. Your glare doesn't last long, instead turning into a look of surprise. Since when was everything so... big?
With an alarmed gasp you look down at where you're sitting upright in your bed. The bed practically dwarfs you, and you rush to stand up. What... on earth was going on?? Why was everything so big?
Or did you just... suddenly get tiny? That didn't make any sense at all, how was that even possible!? What could you even do about it?
You silently panic, trying to think of anything you could do to try to fix this. Would Nightmare or his crew be able to help? Could you even call them like this? You could at least try, but... your phone was almost halfway across the room.
With a determined huff, you carefully climb onto the dresser next to your bed. With a bit of struggle, you pull yourself to the top of it, silent reminding yourself that you need to dust up here sometime soon. You carefully look around, trying to find a good way to get to your phone from the top of the dresser. It wasn't much taller than your bed, but looking down made it feel like you were standing on a mountain. How... were you supposed to get down from here? Or over to your desk, for that matter.
Could you jump and try to climb up to reach it?? There were handles on your desk, where your phone currently sat on the charger, so maybe you'd be able climb those? It was your best bet, so you may as well give it a shot.
With an anxious breath you take a few steps away from the edge of the dresser, preparing to jump off. With a running start you fling yourself off of the dresser, gasping as the impact of the carpeted floors hits you. It didn't hurt nearly as bad as you though it would, but that wasn't to say that it didn't hurt at all. Now time to figure out how to get up onto your desk...
Just as you were about to begin coming up with a plan, the familiar warping sound of your skeletal friends rings out from the living room. You practically shout in relief at the sound of their footsteps, ignoring the fact that they showed up unannounced. It was a common occurrence at this point, so you weren't upset in the slightest about it.
At least, until the door not even two feet away from you slams open, making you shriek. Killer stands in the doorway, his once playful grin falling to an expression of confusion as he sees you. You stare up at him, noting just how giant he is compared to you now.
You open your mouth to speak, "*Uhm... So, I really don't know how to explain this, or even what's going on-" You suddenly cut off, letting out a nervous laugh. Killer just continues to stare down at you, and you were sure that if he had eyelights, they would have been extinguished right now.
Finally seeming to calm down, even just slightly, he crouches down closer to your level.
"*uh... yeah? what... the hell happened!?" He shouts, looking uncharacteristically concerned. "*you know what? this is... okay, come here. the others are here with me, wanted t' surprise you, but... i'll bring ya to them, so we c'n figure somethin' out..." He trails off, holding out his hand for you to climb onto.
You take in a shaky breath and cautiously step onto his hand. Killer quickly grabs hold of you and lifts you up, speedily walking into the living room. Nightmare, Dust and Axe are all sitting around your living room, bantering with one another. The three of them stop and look up at Killer, seeming confused. Axe is the first to speak up, all three of them not seeming to see you at all.
"*where's the human? didn't wanna... wake up this early?" He gives a lighthearted chuckle, face falling as you carefully climb onto Killer's shoulder. You were hardly even the size of his skull, even standing at your full height. Both Nightmare and Dust stare at you with wide sockets, seeming to be a mixture of concerned and confused.
Killer awkwardly clears his “throat,” watching as the three other skeletons in the room stare at him incredulously.
“*so… something happened to (y/n), and neither of us have any clue what happened.” Killer quickly explains to the others, and you give a small uncomfortable wave. This… wasn’t at all how you had planned for your lazy day to go.
Axe is the first to respond, standing up from the couch and walking over to Killer. He stares down at the two of you, his single red eyelight only the size of a pinprick. Dust and Nightmare follow behind him, both looking at you with varying levels of confusion and worry.
“*you’re tiny.” Dust states, carefully holding his hand up next to you. You’re only slightly bigger than it, and he gently pulls you off of Killer’s shoulder.
“*and you have no clue what happened to cause this?” Nightmare finally speaks, seeming deep in thought. He quietly mutters to himself, “*you look like you came from one of those wretched bitty timelines.”
A look of realization falls over all four of their faces, and you tilt your head. You vaguely remember hearing about the bitty aus, but this wasn’t one of those.
…was it?
“*what are we even supposed to do to fix this? we don’t even know what caused it, or how it happened, so what are we supposed to do?” Dust practically shouts, still gently holding you in his hand. You squirm to get him to let go, sighing in relief when he plops you down onto your couch.
Nightmare sighs and begins to rub his temples, shaking his head. “*as if any of us have a clue on how to fix this. (y/n), are you sure you have no idea what could have caused this? or how this happened?” The goopy skeleton stares down at you and you shake your head. He sighs, “*i suppose you’ll have to stay with us until we can find out how to fix this…” He looks over at the others in the room, and Killer gives you a large grin.
He gently crouches down, patting your back with one of his fingers. You huff and send him a mock-glare, before looking back up to Nightmare. “*Are you sure that’s alright with you? I don’t want to cause you any trouble-” You’re suddenly cut off as Axe chuckles a bit, beginning to speak.
“*’t wouldn’t be any trouble… plus, it’d be nice t’... have you ‘round.” He assures you, setting his practically giant hand next to you. “*all we’d have to do would be… keep a socket on ya, and find out how to get’cha back to normal.”
You quietly hum, thinking over your options. There… weren’t really any aside from staying with the four of them. Plus, maybe it would even be fun?
You finally nod and look up at them, “*I… I guess that’s the best option, huh?” You smile a bit, thinking of the chaos you could cause like this. “*Just as long as none of you drop me, I’ll go.” All four of their skeletal faces brighten at your words, and Axe gently grabs you in his hand. You once again carefully climb onto his shoulder, grinning down at the three other skeletons.
Nightmare hums and turns away, tearing open a portal to his castle. One by one they all walk through, the sound of the portal closing behind you ringing out. You look up at Axe’s eyelight, carefully sitting down on his shoulder.
Even if you still had no clue what was going on, or how to fix it, at least you were in good hands. You knew that nothing bad would happen to you while you were like this.
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Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)
Fandom - F1
Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.
Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism
A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read
Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.
You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.
But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.
This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.
With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.
Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.
The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"
"Hello?"
"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"
"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie
Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.
♥︎☾☁︎
It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.
Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.
At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.
The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.
But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.
And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.
But was it what you wanted?
♥︎☾☁︎
Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.
Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.
It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.
Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.
Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.
It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away
"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.
"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.
"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"
And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.
"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.
"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.
Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.
Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.
Or so he thought.
♥︎☾☁︎
Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand
And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.
It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.
His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you
"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.
"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.
"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.
Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.
Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.
"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.
"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.
"If you insist"
Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs
With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.
"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice
"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.
"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'
When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.
"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.
Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you
"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream
"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.
"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils
"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.
The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing
Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.
"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next
"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.
Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.
Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.
He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them
"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.
Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again
"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"
Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.
Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.
"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.
"I think i'm in love with you"
♡☾☁︎
A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍
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