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immersed-in-mischief · 2 years

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Language Barrier- Part 1 of 2 (Male Loki x Gender Neutral Reader)

After seeing a recent post reminding me about The Five Love Languages, I was inspired to think about how the God of Mischief would react to this information. The story was starting to get long, so I have split it into two parts. Hopefully Part Two will be up tomorrow! Also, since most of it is from Loki's perspective, I've tried to make the story gender neutral. If I slip up at any point, go easy on me. I usually write from a female perspective since that's the view that I identify with.

Enjoy!

~J~

Possible triggers: Relationship Conflicts, Mentions of Arguments, Break up, Heartbreak. Other than that, all aboard the angst train!!! Choo Choo!!!

Prying your tired eyes open to see the sunlight beginning to peak in though the curtains, you continued to lie perfectly still until you heard his soft snore. Once you had ensured that your boyfriend was still asleep, you slowly sat up and carefully placed your feet down on the floor, grateful that the plush carpet of his bedroom aided in your escape. Just before you went to stand, you registered the absence of the breathing behind you and waited until you felt the slight movement. Even though he had woken, he didn’t say a word. The silence between the two of you was deafening.

“This isn’t working, Loki…”

The whisper was met with a frustrated sigh, causing your shoulders to slump in preparation for the continuation of the previous night’s round. You honestly weren’t sure what the two of you had even started fighting over this time, but it still ended the exact same way. The screaming had turned into distraction sex, which led to you waking up in a bed you longer felt welcomed in.

“I know.”

The two words seemed to hold more of a bite to them than the previous silence. As the bed shifted beneath you, you turned to watched him stand and head towards the bathroom. Without another word or glance in your direction, he closed the door behind him with a harsh thud. It wasn’t until the shower turned on that you let out the breath you were holding. Even though you didn’t want to fight, being left behind in his bed while he showered alone felt worse.

Wiping the steam from the mirror to look upon his own reflection, he was met with his own stoic expression and found it impossible to find any trace of the joy he had observed prior. He gripped the vanity to gather up the courage as he willed himself to step through the closed door behind him, only to be met with an empty room. Loki wasn’t sure if he was relieved that you had left or disappointed that you weren’t there. Crossing the room to his wardrobe to get dressed for the day, he noticed the folded note on his pillow and abandoned his task to inspect it.

I’ll collect the rest of my things when I get back

He sat down on the side of the bed as he reread your words, not giving a single thought to the towel around his waist leaving a damp spot on the bedding.

A little while later, the sight of you entering the common room caused his eyes to lift from the book in his hands out of habit. It wasn’t until you passed that he returned to his reading. It didn’t surprise him when you didn’t acknowledge him since he was using a cloaking spell to hide his presence. He often used it when he didn’t feel like socializing with the rest of the team, but you used to be able to detect him anyways. At least you did at some point.

“Good morning, babe.”

You offered a sweet smile to Natasha and Wanda as you turned to make a cup of coffee, obviously enjoying the playful greeting from the Russian assassin.

“What are you ladies so focused on this morning? That isn’t another one of Steve’s extensive reports is it?”

Natasha rolled her eyes and continued to circle answers on the page in front of her.

“No, thank God! Wanda and I are doing this love language quiz. It is supposed to tell you how you best receive love from your partner. Apparently, it’s life changing to relationships. Everyone has been talking about this book lately and how spot on it is. I am a Quality Time person and Wanda is an Acts of Service. Let’s see what you are, Gorgeous! I’m sure you and Mischief don’t need the help based on the way the two of you hang all over each other, but it couldn’t hurt to see what it reveals, right?”

Loki was now the one to roll his eyes. A thousand-year-old god doesn’t exactly turn to magazine quizzes for love advice. Plus, there was nothing he didn’t already know about you, so he instead further settled into his corner and turned his focus back to his reading. By the third question, he realized he had been listening anyways and giving himself a mental pat on the back as he correctly answered each question before you responded to them.

“Question 7. It is more meaningful to me when my partner: A- give me gifts or B- tells me they love me”

The image of the diamond necklace currently draped around your neck came to mind and he grinned as he gave himself another point.

“Saying they love me. Definitely that one.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he turned to look over at you, unsure if he had heard the question correctly.

“Question 8. I am happiest when I am sitting next to my partner or being complimented by a loved one for no particular reason. I think I know the answer to this one, but you still have to answer it.”

The smile that graced your lips as you let out a small laugh drew him towards you as he patiently waited for your response.

“Compliments.”

“That is an obvious one. Why do you think I make a point to call you gorgeous all the time? Your entire face lights up!”

Now standing behind the two ladies to read over their shoulder, Loki glanced up to study your face as you shyly hid behind your coffee mug. Sure enough, he was presented with a twinkle in your eyes and a blush to your cheeks that he hadn’t had been on the receiving end of for quite some time now.

His book now abandoned, he crossed his arms as he used his invisibility to fully eavesdrop on the conversation. While he did get a few more questions correctly, Loki found he also got a handful more of them wrong, especially when it came to the ones involving spoken or written words.

“Final question. I’m interested to see which way this one goes. Which of the following is more important to you? Kissing my partner as often as possible. Hearing supportive words from them.”

Loki wasn’t the only one impatiently waiting for your answer as Natasha and Wanda leaned forward against the counter and stared at you. It felt like an eternity before you sighed and looked up again.

“Don’t get me wrong. Loki is a great kisser… but I think I have to go with B. There’s no replacement for supportive words. A simple ‘I’m proud of you’ or ‘great job’ can really turn my day around, no matter how hard it was.”

He was stunned…

Even as you and Wanda giggled and chatted while Natasha counted up your score to give you the love language that best fit you, Loki’s eyes never left your face as he tried to process it all. How could he have spent so much time with you and known so many things about you, but not know this?

“Done! You are without a doubt a Words of Affirmation, sweetie.”

After quickly rinsing out your now empty cup and leaning against the counter behind you, the expression on your features turned a little more serious.

“Alright, now explain what that means exactly.”

Loki’s attention drifted between the page in Romanoff’s hand and your face in order to absorb as much information as possible.

“Words of Affirmation people thrive off love notes, compliments, and praise from their partners. These lovers enjoy long talks and words from the heart over gifts, actions, and physical expression. They feel closest to the people they love when they are told how much they are loved and appreciated and often flourish in relationships where the communication is sincere. To show your love for a Words of Affirmation person, try bragging on them to others and use positive reinforcement to make them feel secure and safe. On the other hand, silence, criticism, and degrading will have the opposite effect on them. The worst thing you can do to a Words of Affirmation person is use emotionally harsh words or undue criticism to express your frustration with them. For example, silent treatment or indifference after a fight or argument will be seen as a lack of love to them.”

The blood in his veins turned cold as he watched your eyes glaze over into the distant expression he had seen so often as of late. Just as quickly as it appeared, he watched you push the negative thoughts aside and force a smile onto your face.

“Sounds about right… So, what does it say about you two?”

The chatter around him faded as he replayed the previous night’s argument. Like a fool, he stood there and yelled at you, even after your eyes glazed over just as they did now. In the heat of the moment, he remembered calling you so many hurtful things.

Infuriating.

Frustrating.

Insufferable.

His barrier spell had been used to contain the screams of anger instead of the screams of passion he had usually saved the rest of the team from being exposed to. Over the last few months, the need for privacy was shifting and he had been blind to its effects on you until now. Is this study of theirs was true, he had been causing more damage than he could ever imagine.

“Hey Kid, you ready to go? Bucky’s just about got the jet loaded up.”

Tony’s appearance signaled an end to your conversation and Loki’s train of thought. Since it was just a recon mission, you had packed lightly for the stay in the safe house across from the Hydra meeting place that had recently been discovered. Watching you quickly say your goodbyes and head back into the hall, Loki followed you knowing you were headed to his room for your traditional goodbye hug and kiss before leaving. He had remained silent this morning, but once you were back in the privacy of his room, he would tell you how sorry he was and make sure you left feeling loved and appreciated.

He was just about to teleport to the room to hide the fact that he wasn’t there this entire time when you suddenly came to a stop in front of him, almost causing him to bump into you. When you didn’t move from your spot, he crept around you to look at you. Now that you were no longer being watched, the exhaustion returned to your features and your shoulders slumped once again. The person he had seen so much of lately was back and he now saw the weight the stress and conflict had on you mentally and emotionally.

Loki helplessly watched as your eyes darted back and forth while you attempted to make a decision. Finally, with a shaky breath, you let a single tear fall while closing your eyes with a look of pure defeat. Just as he raised his hand to wipe away the drop, announcing his presence, Loki watched in horror as you ever so slightly shook your head and pressed the button to call the elevator instead.

For the very first time, you were leaving without a goodbye. No hug. No kiss. No promise that you would be safe or confirm that he knew when you would be coming back to him. Even before you two become more than friends, you and he had always had the same interactions before leaving for a mission. What was once a wish of good luck and a firm hug, slowly turned into a good bye kiss on a cold winter day before a particularly dangerous mission. Since that fateful day, he had kissed you before either of you left and took the time to make the final interaction a positive and memorable one. Even on the days the two of you were at odds, both of you would set things aside and promise to resolve it, if only temporarily, knowing that it wasn’t a guarantee that you would be returning home to the other. In this line of work, nothing was a sure bet. He knew that you weren’t expected to see any combat on this particular mission, but that wasn’t a promise.

Loki felt the air being ripped from his lungs as you stepped inside and the doors closed behind you. Panic rose in his chest as his mind drifted to the worst things possible. If you didn’t come back this time, the last time you laid eyes on him would be his back to you as he walked away and sealed himself in the bathroom. You hadn’t received a kiss good morning, or any greeting in fact. You hadn’t been worshipped the previous night when he used sex to distract you instead of expressing his love and adoration. The praise he normally gave you that had you melting into his touch was absent. In its place was silence and an occasional moan as he took his pleasure from you. Words were such an important part of the way you received love, yet the final words to him currently remained on a crumbled note that was carelessly discarded on his bedroom floor in his anger.

Loki uncloaked himself as he sprinted down the hallway after you. He took the stairs two at time to try to catch up to you knowing the elevator was most likely already at the top of the tower. Just as he reached the doors to the rooftop, he heard the rumble of the jet as it departed from the helipad above him. Cursing his stupidity for not just teleporting there instead, he conjured his cell phone with a twist of his hand and immediately dialed your number, only to be met with your voicemail greeting. As the rumbles gave way to silence again, he fell to his knees in the empty stairwell.

I’ll collect the rest of my things when I get back

If something were to happen to you, those would be the final words he would receive from you. Even if you returned safely, you intended to end things with him and honestly, he didn’t blame you. He had been blind to your needs and loved you in all of the wrong ways. A stupid Midgardian quiz had opened his eyes to his greatest failure.

Rising from his knees to make his way to the elevator, he recalled the mention of a book and that was something he knew how to retrieve. If there was any chance of winning you back, he needed to know everything about your love language and fast. Before you returned in three days time, Loki planned to fluently speak the way you loved and use as many words as possible in as many languages that you could understand to express his feelings towards you. He just prayed to the gods that he wasn’t already too late…

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mariamariquinha · 2 years

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Bound (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x f!reader)

Summary: Benny is a regular patron at the bar you work. That’s it. That’s the plot.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Licit drugs, a slight mention about drug trafficking, unprotected p in v sex, bad words, nipple piercings, oral sex (f! receiving) Zapata being the idiot I think he is and Benny being a box of surprises.

Author’s Note: Sooooo yeah, it happened! I have another plans for Benny in the future, as I said, there’s an unfinished project of his (because my first idea was to debut here with that) but I’ll reformulate because after some chapters I simply didn’t like the result hehe So for now, let’s have a look at him, shall we?

Also, I’m still deciding if this will have a second part - WHO KNOWS.

I want to remind you all that my blog IS +18!!! I’ve been seeing a lot of minors coming here, so... choo choo, there’s nothing for you here.

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You stared at the street with a frown.

It wasn’t usual to see the movement so calm, mostly because it was a Friday night and the summer would always bring tourists to fill the bar - at least enough to keep everyone busy. You looked around the counter, taking in Darla staring at her phone nonchalantly, then to Bill on the other side serving drinks to a few patrons watching the Nationals by a distant table. In front of you, there were another two guys taking their time to drink the beer you served an hour ago.

He entered casually from the door, making you jump slightly at the sound. As always, the detective made his way to a bench, leaning his elbows on the counter and sighing. Bad day, you assumed, ready to walk straight at him.

“On me.” Darla was already walking in his direction when you gestured to go there, too excited for her own good.

Not that you’re jealous or something, no - you could count on one hand the number of times Benny Magalon would be your patron for the night, because he was very stoic about his preferences and on a bad day, like this, you would pop the usual without forcing small talk. Darla knew it; in fact, she was looking to catch him one night ‘because he’s hot, right?’.

So you let it go, going back to your task of cleaning reminiscent cups that she should have washed last time. They both talked a little, you couldn’t tell exactly what it was for the distance, but from the smirk he directed at her, you would hear something about leaving early.

Well, who did you want to fool? Benny was attentive, polite, even funny in his comments about the game on the TV or stories about his family parties because of the latin music playing in the background. Considering the situation your ex had put you in, leaving you for some job opportunity in New York three months later, the attention was welcome, like finally having someone to listen to what you’re saying, not just your voice.

When it happened - because of course it would happen - Benny stayed until her shift ended, which was odd, but it was his effort considering the circumstances. He paid for his beers, held the door for her, and looked back in time to catch you with two garbage bags in hands.

That was all you’ve heard of him in weeks.

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For destiny questions or just coincidence, when you saw Benny again (a month later) wasn’t behind your counter. The Department had been investigating a local drug dealer who used the subway routes, you saw on the TV, and you kind of spotted him with his fellow detectives while waiting for your train to visit your mother in San Diego. You thought he didn’t see you and if he did, for sure he wouldn’t stop for chat.

With headphones on, you stayed still at your spot, staring at the tunnel wall in front of you.

“Trains will be a little late.” His voice was right beside you in a moment of distraction, so you took your headphones to turn to him.

“Yeah, they told me.”

A beat of silence.

“Where are you going?”

“San Diego. I’m visiting my mother.” He nodded at it, which you did too to not look so uninterested in his talk, even if you would pay attention to whatever thing he would say. “I usually drive, but my car has been a pain in the ass recently.”

“The Mustang 1969 you mentioned, right?”

Because you told him once about the car, but it caught you by surprise to see that he remembered.

“Mm-hm.”

You even felt the need to ask where he was, what made him not appear on the bar in recent days, but it would be too much intimacy and he never gave it to you fully. When someone called his name, making you both turn to see a tall blonde man walking in your direction, you just offered a small smile and distanced yourself with a step. He got closer, measured your figure up and down, then looked at Benny.

“This is Zapata. Zapata, this is a friend of mine.”

Friend. Huh.

You and Zapata shared a polite handshake, just for him to mention something about going back to the station.

“I need to go.” Benny explained. “Have a good trip.”

“Thanks. Have a good day.”

He left just like he came, silently and calmly, but this time you watched him go until he disappeared with his friend, Zapata. Just after a few seconds you noticed the small smile still fixed on your lips, which made you frown and go back to the music.

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“Is she single?” Zapata asked out of nowhere, a smile on his face at the question.

“Who?”

“What do you mean 'who'? The girl we met at the subway.”

Benny was driving, so he paid enough attention on the road to not show Z the face he was doing at the realization. Girl. He doesn’t like the way it sounded on Tony’s mouth; you weren’t a girl, that was pretty obvious, but he couldn’t blame his friend because the benefit of knowing you sounded exclusive to him.

“... I don’t know. Never asked.” The detective felt Tony turn to him slightly, a deep confused expression staring right at him.

“She’s not your friend?”

“Not a friend, you know, she’s… We know each other because I frequent the bar she works with.” He explained, a little agitated from the confrontation.

“Oh, Darla?”

“Darla was a friend of hers.”

Zapata nodded, going quiet all of the sudden and getting more comfortable on the seat. It made Benny suspicious.

“What?” He asked.

“What… what?”

“You wouldn’t ask it out of nowhere, Z, I know you.” In other situations, especially the ones when ‘woman’ is a topic, Benny wouldn’t mind the devious smirk Zapata could give at the mention of one of his hookups. There, however, when he saw the man shrugging nonchalantly, a weird feeling appeared on his guts.

“Think she would like me?”

He wanted to say ‘no’, laugh at his friend’s face, say that he was being ridiculous, but how could he? You were you, attractive, beautiful, with a big smile and an amazing pair of legs - something that Z had practically a detection radar. Also, Benny always dealt well with his appearance and tactics to approach a woman, but he watched Tony shooting his shot.

Maybe you would like Zapata. And even if he hid that thought of sadness between a smile and a small ‘who knows’, the idea didn’t sound good.

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For the birthday party of the bar, your boss decided to do something different, even if it usually happened every year. His niece would sing, there would be promotional drinks and all of the employees would wear some costume - just for the fun of it.

That year, you opted for an alien one, mostly because you all agreed at making it kinda The Fifth Element theme. Having to pull costumes out of the wardrobe or even come up with something different was fun; things weren't that easy, so cheering up the spirits helped.

“No uniforms today?”

You turned in time to see Benny standing there, a playful smile on his face to check your outfit. He was accompanied this time, the same guy from the subway station beside him, and they both could have your full attention for a small time because the house was full, but damn if it didn’t make you involuntary smile back.

“We’re celebrating, that’s all. It's our tenth year here.” You explained. "Unfortunately we don’t have a table, but if you wait I can…”

“Don’t worry, honey, we can make ourselves comfortable right here.” Zapata interrupted you with a smirk, to which you just raised your eyebrows in a mix of surprise and sympathy. “You remember me?”

“Of course… Hum… You’re with Benny at the subway station, right? Zapata?”

“Sure thing, pretty. But you can call me Tony.”

“So Tony it’ll be.” Benny rolled his eyes at it, deciding to look around instead of the scene. “What are you gonna drink? There’s some special drinks tonight.”

“I’ll stick with the bartender's suggestion.” Tony winked at you. “Ben?”

“The same, honey, thanks.”

Honey. Curious. He’d never called you by any pet name before, but you wouldn’t complain anyway because… Well, it was him, yeah? And people already called you worse, so that was fine.

With the flow of the night, things were getting a constant rhythm, so now and then you would catch up on them just to check if they needed a refill. When it did come to have more windows for a stop, Zapata would hold most part of the talk, being considerably bold about his flirtatious tone and using phrases that could work with any other woman. Benny didn’t say much, though, which made you worry that he wasn’t enjoying himself or your constant presence at all.

Just when Zapata disappeared, probably to the bathroom or something, he started to talk - and felt weird because he asked an odd question.

“Is he bothering you?”

You frowned at it.

“No, I mean… He wouldn’t be the first to try.” You tried to pass by his stern gaze with a giggle. “Don’t worry tho, he’s not my type.”

“No?” It caught him by surprise, making his whole demeanor change. “And what is it?”

You didn’t know what got you - maybe it was the buzz of the night, or the fact that he asked with a warm gaze, but right when Zapata appeared on your peripheral vision, you leaned in enough to answer just for him.

“The quiet ones.” And then you left without waiting for an answer, just the reminiscents of his cologne on your nose.

Of course it couldn’t mean anything to him and the realization of maybe being too bold made you consider your words critically. For the rest of the night, he would be there, following you with his eyes while talking with his friend, still letting the talk happen just between you and Zapata.

“Bill, keep an eye out for me, will you? I'm going to the bathroom.”

It was already close to the last call of the night when you finally found yourself in conditions to pee. Benny was nowhere to be found, probably already at home, and you wouldn’t need to worry about Zapata considering his distraction with another patron - a girl, sure.

You looked at yourself in the mirror; at the blue makeup, the double bun on the top of your head, in the blue leotard that comes with the pantyhose of the same color. Fine, you thought, at least I’m not terrible.

The corridor which led to the bathrooms were empty when you got there, but not when you opened the door - Benny was there, arms crossed and eyes on the floor, almost making you jump in surprise.

“I thought you’d left.” He raised his head at you, but didn’t say anything right away.

“Can I ask you something?”

Yeah, you followed me to the bathroom, I’m pretty sure you want to tell me something.

“Sure.”

“When will your shift end?”

Oh. Wow, it was… Okay.

“... Why?” You blinked a few times at him, unsure of how to react to his smile that looked really natural.

“There’s a diner nearby that makes a great hamburger and is open all night. I’m sure you’ll be hungry after here, yeah?”

“Yes…”

“So?”

“Are you… Is it a date? Are you asking me out?” That made his smile much larger and he walked in your direction with careful steps, hands in his pockets.

“I am.” He nodded. “Z will simply not shut up to let me do it, so I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“It kinda caught me by surprise, not gonna lie.” You laughed a little, more comfortable with the idea. “But it sounds good to me. We have one hour left, think you can wait?”

“You already said ‘yes’. Of course I can wait.”

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He never explained to you how Tony changed his mind at shooting his shot at you, but it wasn’t like you wanted to know for real. What he did, in fact, was take you to the said diner and prove that the hamburger was really good. Even the Darla topic came into the easy conversation you both had, just for him to sigh when you mentioned that she was fired not so long after their encounter.

“Something with getting late and all, I didn’t ask much.” You explained. “But she was nice.”

“No more than you.” The comment came so suddenly that you raised your eyebrows almost immediately. “I mean, that night I should have asked you out instead of her.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I thought you would deny.”

“Well, that’s the thing with asking someone out, isn't it?” Your teasing tone made him hide a laugh behind his soda cup.

“You should see yourself daily. It's too good a sight to disturb.”

When the talk extended itself to his apartment, which was close to the diner, you both didn’t go straight to the action. It wouldn’t be right, mostly because it really felt like something well built to be wasted like that; instead, he offered water and you both talked a little more on his kitchen table, with him saying that he had a cousin who could look at your car for a good price.

All of this comfort led you to wander around the apartment while he explained a thing or two about the functionality of some things on it, patiently, even if not hiding his gaze to go for your body this time.

The kiss came calmly - you said that your own apartment looked a little trashy, he commented that it couldn’t be true, then you turned to him just to say he shouldn’t say this type of thing without seeing it.

“So you show me next time.” He pecked your lips, his fingers already searching for your hip to bring you closer.

His rough hands stayed still on your back when your mouths moved against each other, while your hands held his large shoulders; the brush of his tongue asking for entrance made the kiss deepen, consequently turning what was just innocent into something more sensual, with wandering hands and clothes being discarded. You moaned against his mouth when he grabbed handfuls of your ass, and that action transferred his lips to your neck.

“Come on, bedroom.” Benny demanded, taking hold of your hand to lead you to the room a few steps away.

You didn’t have time to take on the furniture or the place, per se, because he was already on you again, fumbling to take that collant off. Without success, he grunted in frustration against your neck and the smile you gave at it made him bite the same spot.

“Sit down while I do it.”

Shirtless and showing all of that abs the police work gave him, you took off the piece easily, standing in front of a man with lustful eyes. You opted for not wearing a bra, so the sight of your naked breasts made him bite his bottom lip while staring at them.

“Piercings, mami? Fuck, you’re a dream.”

Benny pulled you to him with a yank and you gasped loudly before being laid on the mattress, his body already on top of you. The kiss turned to be more heated this time, all teeth and tongue, and his eagerness resulted in your pantyhose being ripped out of your body.

“Fuck Ben…” You moaned when his mouth found your pierced nipples, his hands already taking the rest of the material out of the way.

“Need to taste you so bad.” Didn’t take much for his face to stay on the line of your covered pussy, where he took a deep breath before ripping your white panties too in one swift movement.

“Do I need to start making a list of the things you destroyed, detective?” He lapped at your clit at it, with an animalistic determination to the idea of eating you out.

“Start with your pussy, what do you think about it?”

The man was starved, not even caring about making a mess of himself with the grunts and moans coming out of his mouth while giving you one the best blows of your life. Lost in the feeling of that goatee rubbing your pussy at the right places, you grabbed his hair to start moving your hips against his face, which he just reacted by burying his fingers on your opened tights.

With the first orgasm, he gave you time to come back to earth just to take off his jeans and show his thick cock, leaking with pre cum and so ready to make you scream. That face he made while you took him in, feral in desire and completely different from what you usually saw… That could make you come right then and there.

Aware of his length, he started slowly, going inch by inch to stretch you completely until he finally settled himself inside of you. He panted against your chest, leaving bites and marks on it; you could have thought better before eagerly asking for him to move. His thrusts were firm, deep and brutal, making the bed shake when all you could do was moan loudly. Neighbors? Who fucking cares? Benny could be a quiet man, but there, on the inside of this room, he fucked you senseless, pinching your nipples and just watching your boobs move with the pointed thrusts. Your second orgasm came faster than you could imagine, which surprised both of you, but he didn’t stop his movements, not even for a second.

“C’mon, c’mon… Gimme one more, baby. One more.” He grunted, pushing your legs over his shoulders to have a better angle and a better view of your face.

His cum painted your walls while he circled your clit, making you both moan against each other’s mouth. The room smelled like sex, just like you and him, but that didn’t make any of you move to leave that position for a time.

When he pulled out, there was a silence of post-sex and regular proceedures - Benny brought a wet cloth to clean the mess he made, then puts his boxers on to grab water for you, as if he didn’t have fucked you senseless minutes before.

“Wear this.” He threw a shirt in your face, which made you laugh. “I’m sorry for the panties and all, I just got a little carried away and…”

“Jesus Christ, is there anything you could be bad at?” Your interruption made him frown. “No apologies here, Ben, don’t worry.”

“I like when you call me Ben.” He smirked, walking in your direction to peck your lips again and sliding his hand to grab one of your boobs.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm… You’ll make it hard to go back to the bar, knowing you can moan my name so prettily while I fuck you.” The second kiss made you melt on his arms, as if your body could handle another round of that.

“Calm down, cowboy. I need some time here.”

“We have all night.” He distanced himself a little to look at you. “Until then, let’s talk about that fantasy of yours.”

You smiled at him while laying on bed by his side, the blanket in a strategic position for the eventual (and confirmed) consummation of the fact that you really preferred the quiet ones.

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thats-the-teen-spirit · 1 year

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Top 10 songs of 2022, reviewed by yours truly

10, Artificial Suicide by Bad Omens

I was pretty late for the new Bad Omens album hype but this song has always been in rotation since the album release in February. The rest of the album is pretty good as well, but this song stands out for me because of heaviness and the lyrical theme. Bad Omens are one of the bands nowadays that dare to change without faking it. Amazing song.

9. Miracle by A Day To Remember

I'm one of those elder emos who remember the biggest hype around ADTR around 2014 or so. I always considered Homesick as one of the greatest albums of all time and after their last album, You're Welcome, I was just as disappointed as everyone else. Thankfully being an Imagine Dragons cover band didn't last long. They came back with this single with probably one of my favorite breakdowns of the year. Completely unexpected but very well done.

8. Techno Train by Electric Callboy

German metalcore band Electric Callboy had a pretty busy year. First they tried to apply to the Eurovision song contest with their song 'Pump It' that brought a lot of new fans to the band, but ultimately got rejected because of their old name and old lyrical themes that, needless to say would be 100% cancelled today. Because of this rejection and because they realized they're here to entertain, not offend, they changed their name. Then they put out bangers after bangers with schlager turned deathcore song 'Hurricane', a collab with Conquer Divide called 'Fuckboi', and a song about being a Spaceman with a german verse I don't even understand. Then they released their album Tekkno which is arguably one of the best overall records of the year. This song however stands out just because of the lyrical ridiculousness. The CHOO-CHOO-CHOO in the breakdown is the thing this year that never fails to make me laugh. 100% banger.

7. The King And Queen of Gasoline by Hot Milk

British pop punk duo hot milk has been on my radar for a couple years now but with their new EP they got a place in my heart for sure. This song in particular is so catchy, that after a single listen it got stuck in my head for days. I couldn't figure out what it was but then I realized and it hit me. The verse, the guitar riff and the chorus are all so unforgettable that there's no way someone forgets them in this century after a couple listens. The lyrics are as emo as ever, which of course were also appealing to me. Their earlier song that I really love is 'I Think I Hate Myself' which has major Welcome To The Black Parade vibes in its bridge and its solo, which I thought was worth mentioning since that also come out recently before this EP. Both are amazing songs by an amazing band.

6. Masterpiece by Motionless In White

Some people in the metalcore community always judge MIW for being a Breaking Benjamin turned goth cover band and, well, they're not entirely wrong. Chris Motionless has absolutely been heavily influenced by Benjamin Burley's vocal takes as every clean chorus he writes, could be on either Phobia or Dear Agony by the aforementioned band. Masterpiece though is not just a BB cover, it's also a masterpiece. It brought the band a place as nr. 1. on the Mainstream Rock Airplay, being their biggest achievement since 2013. They absolutely deserve it, as the song and the whole album works greatly as a getaway drug to metalcore and metal in general. MIW, BMTH, Bad Omens and Architects are absolutely today's Linkin Parks and Slipknots as far as spreading heavy music goes.

5. The Foundations of Decay by My Chemical Romance

This song was the biggest surprise release of the year for me. Not just because we haven't got a new official release from the band in nearly a decade (except the rerelease of The Black Parade and Fake Your Death from their best of album), but because the song really really differs from the last official album of MCR. Danger Days was almost a pop record with bangers all around and TFOD compared to this is like a completely different band, reminiscing on the eras way before The Black Parade, their most successful record yet. The production of this song is the only questionable thing about it, the vocals are really low-mixed, the guitars however are as punk and grungy as it gets. It even has a breakdown. Very nice surprise from Gerard and the boys.

4. Strangers by Bring Me The Horizon

Whoever knows me knows that I'm a huge fan of BMTH. I love everything they've done from amo to Count Your Blessings. They're the only band in the scene that dictate the current style of metalcore writing and producing. The songwriting duo of Jordan Fish and Oli Sykes is unquestionably one of the best at ther job in the past like 20 years, they can do whatever the fuck they want to do with music and people are gonna enjoy it. With the Post Human EP series they celebrate genres they love and pay homage to them by mixing them with their own style. This is what happened in their last EP, Survival Horror as well. Back then they chose NU metal for the style. Right now in this album cycle this style is emo. With both singles heavily influenced by emo bands, Strangers stood out for me because of the unexpected 6/8 time signature. Brings me back to the good old days with Brand New and Taking Back Sunday on repeat.

3. Anabolic Spudsman (thique edition) by Bilmuri feat Will Ramos and Spencer Stewart

This song is probably the most random entry on this list. I'm very surprised Bilmuri is not mentioned as one of the most innovative bands of the scene right now. This song is so unexpected and fun that I can't even categorize it in a genre. Or multiple. This song is all over the place. It has a really catchy verse and pop-ish vibes, well, except the current king of deathore himself Will Ramos is serving his time as the backing vocalist in the meanwhile. The chorus would fit in a Billboard Nr. 1. song, it's that poppy. Then around 2 minutes the breakdown hits, Will screams our butts off, aaaand we're back to the pop vocals for the rest of the bridge. Then the biggest surprise, a fucking saxophone solo. This song is amazingly unexpected, well-written and all over the place, I love it.

2. Call Me Little Sunshine by Ghost

Yes I have to mention Ghost. Impera was released in March and was on repeat for me for the rest of the year. The first single Call Me Little Sunshine was never skipped. The guitar riff reminded me of their song Cirice, the lyrical theme of course was about Satan, who else, and the production was raised to the next level by Papa and the Ghouls. The live version featuring the Ghoulettes' backing vocals is even better than the album edit. The rest of the album is great as well, honorable mentions are Spillways, Respite on the Spitalfields and Kaiserion. With this easy to play doomy song they showed that there's still that edge in them despite growing more popular with each release (Looking at you tiktokers listening to Mary On A Cross).

Pain Remains (I-II-III) by Lorna Shore

Technically my first place is 3 songs in one. This is gonna be the longest song review so bare with me. Lorna Shore has been around for a while with multiple vocalist and several other member changes. They never stood out for me from the crowd, as I've never been the biggest deathcore fan myself. But I have to admit, the whole record Pain Remains singlehandedly saved deathcore overnight for me. Obviously they needed a charismatic new frontman, a couple of catchy symphonic elements (which were always there but were left ignored by me for some reason) and reaction channels and tiktok hyping up their upcoming album. When the first Pain Remains was released, I thought I was witnessing history being written. It was a freaking deathcore ballad, with more genuine emotions than the When We Were Young festival's whole lineup. The videos are also well made and tell a story about a man losing his lover which causes him to go down on a depressive spiral, ultimately ending his own life. The trilogy has also several callbacks to itself. Dancing Like Flames' fire comes back in the third act, In A Sea Of FIre as the fire that burns down our protagonist's house and life with all of his memories about his love. The most disturbing one is the second act, After All That I've Done, I Disappear, where he tries to end his own life right next to his wife's casket after her funeral, but failing in the end. The first 2 songs have solved the whole genre's only problem for me, which was the lack of emotion and genuineness. The raw emotion in the 'A World Without You Is Not Meant For Me' scream has me shivering every time I hear it. They made a truly amazing record with Pain Remains and I really hope they continue to do so with similar projects in the future.

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luckyqueenreign · 1 year

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I know i'm late, but ngl Suresh's apology made me cry. Like yes! FINALLY! THANK YOU! So apologetic, so sincere, no strings attached, no ultimatums. I am back on SURESH TRAIN! CHOO CHOO! LET'S GOOOO!

YASSSSSSS WELCOME BACK BESTIE!!!!!!

#luckyqueenreignask

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valentinoappreciator · 2 years

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silco simp train passing! choo choo!!

phantom of the Opera au?

im guilty of hearing the songs a lot lately and reading the silco annons is not helping U_U

no thoughts, head empty, only BRRRR (that is to say, yes PLEASE!!!!)

okay BUT in your (and my) defense, the songs from PoTO fucking SLAP!!! I own this movie in so many editions, and I've seen live performances in Denmark (where I'm from) and in the UK. Like... unparalleled. Poetic cinema. I love it

also, you're very welcome UwU

#asks #anon #mypost #silco arcane #phantom of the opera #au #this is another one of those aus i would write if i had the confidence in writing silco #i love all the sudden silco thirst #please #keep it cumming

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cuteteacakes · 2 years

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{🎮} - “Waaaah, thank you for the suuuuubs~!” Makes hearts with his fingers at the camera. “Welcome, welcome! Welcome to The Gaming Twins’ Twitch, I’m the baby twin Max! Caleb has been super busy lately so he’s taking a break, but I’m here! I may not be as pretty but I can still plaaaaaaayyyy....” Click click click. “Hmmmmm... Ooooh how about Choo-Choo Charles?? It’s a new horror game that just came out let’s try it!”

Ten minutes later...

“NOPE. NOPE. NUH-UH. I CAN’T DO THIS. NOPE. ... SHUT UP GUYS IT’S A CLOWN SPIDER TRAIN I CAN’T- WELL OF COURSE I WOULD PLAY IF CALEB WERE HERE HE WOULD PROTECT ME!!! ... YOU’RE NOT HELPING, CHAT OH MY GOD-” screams. “NO NO NO GET IT AWAYYYYY!!!!!” screams again.

#max musings #the gaming twins #i wanted to show what max was doing while caleb is going through all the shit #thats his new fc btw one of the only times he looks cute and not possessive lol

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bakustark · 4 years

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10/10 lingerie | aphrodisiacs

warning(s): nsfw, aphrodisiacs, lingerie, musical references, Reader is a Stand user, light angst, denial, confessions, emotional sex, creampie, crying, Reader used to be Diavolo’s successor, enemies to friends to lovers, etc.

High on Believing

If you asked her how it happened, she honestly wouldn’t be able to tell you. It all just happened so damn fast.

One second she was standing outside, guarding the entrance, and suddenly Bruno came crashing through said door, Sticky Fingers wrestling with a pastel pink Stand as it hissed and snapped at Bruno. Blue Swede jumped into the fray and it was a mess of punches, cries and curses— a mess that would be a pain in the ass to report to Don Giovanna, she just knew it.

Blue Swede dodged the Stand’s swipes and dove for the user, who didn’t even have a chance to scream before being pummeled to the ground. The pink Stand dissolved with a hiss and a puff of sweet smelling smoke. Bruno seemed fine, a little bruised and disheveled, but fine nonetheless. She eyed the unconscious user and the debris strewn all over the floor, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

What a fucking mess.

“Bucciarati, are you alri—” A pair of soft lips cut her off, pressing against her own in a kiss. She stared, wide eyed, at Bruno’s closed lids as his tongue brushed against hers. His warm hands came up to cup the sides of her face, her hands hovering over his waist in surprise. She quickly pulled away, her heart feeling like it was going to burst in her chest, and stared at him in alarm. She took in the flush on his cheeks and the glazed look in his eyes, concern replacing the confusion, “Bucciarati—”

He kissed her again, pulling her flush against him, and threaded his fingers through her hair as he took advantage of her open mouth to slide his tongue inside. Bruno pulled back slightly to utter her name, sounding dazed, and dove back in with renewed fervor. It felt like her cheeks were on fire, most likely an embarrassing shade of red by now at being caught off guard.

She grabbed a handful of his soft, silky hair and pulled him back, disconnecting their mouths and grimacing at the strings of saliva that the blue eyed man licked away. “Bucciarati,” She called his name again, painfully out of breath, taking notice of the blown state of his pupils. “What the hell are you doing?”

Bruno tore his eyes away from her mouth and swallowed harshly, looking pained. “It’s so hot,” He panted, sweat building up on his brow. “The Stand did something, I—” His eyelids fluttered and a shaky breath escaped him. “I need you so bad it hurts.”

Something like hope gripped her heart in its hands, but whatever this was had been caused by the enemy Stand. These weren’t his words. “Okay,” She said and his glossy eyes met hers, “Let’s head back, Don Giovanna will know what to do.” She didn’t let her voice become anything but professional.

She turned on her heels and started for the car, but there was the sound of a zipper and she was suddenly falling. Sticky Fingers grabbed her by the arm and turned her around, her body bouncing on a soft surface. Bruno was hovering over her, caging her with his body. He was trembling now, settled between her legs and biting down on his bottom lip as he tried to calm his breathing.

She stared up at him in alarm, hands pinned to the bed by Sticky Fingers. “Bucciarati!” She yelped, feeling his clothed erection pressing against her thigh.

He groaned at the sound of his name and ducked his head to capture her mouth, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. Sticky Fingers’ thumbs traced gentle circles on her inner wrists, that and the tenderness of Bruno’s kiss made her give in. Long enough for her to reciprocate, eating up the pleased moan he let out. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss and pressing himself against her.

“Wait, wait, wait,” She murmured, turning her head so his lips would be pressing against her cheek. It didn’t seem to stop him, because he started mouthing at the curve of her jaw. She let out a small groan of frustration and had Blue Swede pull Sticky Fingers away so she could cup Bruno’s face to grab his attention. “Bucciarati, this is the Stand’s doing. Let’s look for Don Giovanna before you do anything you’ll regret.”

Sticky Fingers was squirming in Blue Swede’s hold, muttering frustrated ari’s as he failed to free himself. Bruno’s brow furrowed in similar frustration, a drop of sweat sliding down the side of his face. “I want you, tesoro.” He stated breathlessly, giving his hips a firm roll against hers, “Let me have you, cara, please.”

No, he didn’t.

Because no one wanted her.

“You don’t mean that.” She snapped, trying to ignore the lump in her throat and the burning in her eyes. “This is that damned Stand’s doing. You don’t want me— nobody does.”

“No, no, amore,” Bruno nearly whimpered at the sight, pressing a trembling hand against her cheek. He pressed a series of short, desperate kisses against her lips, “I want you, I need you— bella, per favore!” The rough snap of his hips against hers made her gasp. “Per favore, don’t push me away— ah, it hurts.”

He buried his face into the crook of her neck, physically shaking with the effort of not humping away at her thigh like an animal. She could feel the heat of him through his clothes, precum staining the front of his pants and slowly wetting her own. Fuck, he was leaking like a faucet. Bruno was begging at this point, almost babbling incoherently against her skin, but he didn’t dare move until she gave her consent.

She breathed out shakily and looked over to see Sticky Fingers had ceased his struggling in favor of shaking — much like his user — in Blue Swede’s arms. Her Stand stared back at her, struck between confusion and concern, while holding Sticky Fingers to her chest and stroking his back comfortingly.

“Okay…” She whispered, and felt Bruno stiffen. “Okay.” She repeated, taking a hold of his face so he would look at her. The tears shining in those beautiful blue eyes finally rolled down his cheeks and she called Blue Swede back as he slanted his mouth over hers. Sticky Fingers was quick to zip her clothes off and was doing the same for his user, but she quickly stopped him. Bruno looked confused, lips red and kiss swollen, and she pressed her hand against the black lace covering his chest. “Keep this on.” She uttered into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip.

Bruno groaned in pleasure and just like that he was grinding his bare erection against her thigh, leaking rivulets of precum against her skin. She ran her hands along the expensive lace, teasing his nipples with her nails. He shuddered almost violently, lavishing her collarbones with wet kisses and sharp nips that would leave an array of dark bruises.

The sweet smell from the Stand lingered on his skin and her clit pulsed with the beating of her racing heart, her walls slick and contracting around nothing. She threaded her fingers through his hair and hooked her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. The need to cry was still there, present through a pressure in her chest and a tightness in her throat.

The olive skinned man raised his head, his nose brushing against hers as he licked his lips, his eyes half lidded. “Can I, cara?” Bruno asked, giving his hips a shallow thrust, the head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance.

She tucked his hair behind his ears, her thumb brushing away the wetness of his tears from his cheeks, “Yes.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and slid inside her until his balls were nestled against her ass. Bruno nearly sobbed in relief at the feeling of her wet walls clinging to his cock. She let out a moan, wrapping her arms around him to press him impossibly closer. More tears slid down his cheeks as he stared at her with an adoring look on his face, starting to rock his hips.

She could feel the precum drooling from his cock, adding to the mess of her juices dripping out of her and the lewd noises of their coupling. Bruno pressed his mouth against hers, moaning in between kisses as he failed to keep a proper rhythm and continued to fuck into her in quick, uneven thrusts that were nonetheless pleasurable.

Bruno was hitting all the right places, his lace clad chest pressed up against her breasts and his hands running along her body as if he wanted to memorize every dip, scar and curve. He kissed her almost desperately, like she was the air he needed to breathe. She kissed back just as fiercely, meeting him thrust for thrust, his pelvis grinding against her engorged clit with every snap of his hips.

“Bella, oh, tesoro—” Bruno gasped, mouth agape in pleasure, “I’m coming, I can’t, oh, I can’t stop—” He buried his face into her hair and let out a loud sob, his hips bucking harshly as his release flooded her insides. She moaned softly as he trembled against her, petting his hair while his hips twitched with every pulse of cum spurting from his cock. It slowly came to a stop, but he was still hard.

Bruno wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them over so she was on top. She gasped as he sunk in even deeper than before, echoed by his deep groan. He started thrusting, uncaring of their mixed juices dripping down his length and soaking into the expensive sheets, and trailed a hand down to rub at her clit. She let out a muffled curse, moaning in pleasure as her toes curled.

He tilted his head up to kiss her, planting his feet on the bed to deliver steadier thrusts aimed at the spot that made her see stars. Bruno moaned when her walls fluttered around him, the coil in her abdomen tightening as his thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. “Ti amo, ohhh, ti amo così tanto—” Bruno muttered into her mouth, his breath hitching with his approaching orgasm.

She cupped his face in her hands, “Grazie, Bruno, ti amo,” She breathed between tearful kisses, rivulets of saltwater sliding down her cheeks. “Grazie mille…!”

Bruno tugged her down into his lap and buried his cock as deep as it could go, crying out with the force of his second climax. She clutched him to her, coming undone and shaking around him. He hugged her back just as tightly, pressing kisses against the side of her face, “Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo…”

A small sob got caught in her throat and buried her face into his shoulder. “Bruno,” She hiccuped in a moment of rare vulnerability, “Thank you for saving me.”

He hushed her softly, despite crying just as she was, and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. They both knew that in another time, another place, she’d perished in her journey to follow Diavolo’s footsteps if not for Bruno’s kindness.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #vento aureo #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucellati x reader #n/s/f/w #kinktober 2020 #welcome to the late train choo choo #i got into a small accident which is why this is late #i’m ok tho

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yeojaa · 4 years

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wait !!!! find her jk with that prompt the other anon sent!!! can u plssss that’s literally something find her jk would actually do🥺🥺🥺🥺

[ read finders keep hers ]

pairing. jjk x (named) f!reader. rating. general. tags. idiots in love. like, that’s all there is to say. angst central, my dude. wc. 2.4k. author note. i meant to make this short and end with some tender lovemaking but... i cannot be trusted near a keyboard so you get this word vomit instead. xoxo!

You love Jeon Jungkook. Have, you think, since before you knew what the word love meant.

(Maybe since you were children and you’d still stood a chance against him, bursting with pride from a job well done, young enough that your parents’ kind words felt better than anything in the world. Before he’d turned into the president of the Casanova Club and he’d just been your and your brother’s best friend. Little Jeon with the unbelievably big eyes, always so curious about everything.

Or maybe since your tenth grade White Day, when he’d bought you your favourite candies and pressed them unceremoniously into your hands, too many to hold so they fall to dirt and tumble around you. He’d stooped to snatch them all up, shoving them into the pockets of your coat. “Because we’re best friends or whatever,” he’d said with this toothy, silly smile.

More likely during university. That time you’d maybe (read: very) foolishly made out, liquor fueling the tangle of your limbs and how utterly good he felt within them, a nectarine dream in his brand new G Wagon. You’d thought he’d laugh in your face, mumble something about no, we can’t - which he had - but he’d also taken you home, tucked you in and climbed in beside your inebriated self.

Definitely once you’d started seeing each other, spending more time in his bed than anywhere else. It’d been nearly impossible to separate head from heart, falling deeper and deeper into the Jungkook-shaped black hole that seemed to eclipse everything else. You’d fallen head over stupid heels, leaving bits of yourself hidden among his things. Your lip balm in his trouser pocket, perfume on the collar of his favourite turtleneck, shape of your mouth alongside monogrammed initials.

You hadn’t meant to.

Love him, that is. It’d simply happened in between all the laughter, the eye rolls, the smiles. Threaded between each action and cemented by the thud of your heart, beat into the ground like a drum.)

Sometimes, though, you don’t like him. Oftentimes, in fact.

You and Jungkook are as different as can be.

You’re in business development at a tech firm; he’s the technically unemployed son of a real estate mogul. You invest most of your money; he spends his as if it’ll never run out (which it likely won’t). You grew up with an older brother; he’s got two younger sisters. You drink to celebrate, to wind down; he drinks to prove a point. You believe in love - have to, looking at your parents and feeling how you do about him; he knows it exists but up until recently, had zero interest in it.

You wonder still, seated at the table with your group of friends and their partners, whether that still rings true. (Deep down, you know it doesn’t. You know he loves you, wants you in a way he’s never wanted anyone else before, but your brain is a fickle thing, playing tricks when it shouldn’t.)

Would he be happier without you? Better off without you?

Your thoughts mock you - just as he does, roguish smile turning his entire expression into sunshine. Inescapable, all-encompassing, so blinding it’s almost hard to look at. Trained on the girl he’s chatting up at the bar.

This is what Jungkook does. What he’s always done. You should be used to it, really. The man’s charm is always turned up to eleven, always in full effect even when he doesn’t mean it to be. It’s simply part of who he is- young and rich and devastatingly, heartbreakingly handsome.

Still, you can’t help the emotion that swells somewhere deep in your stomach, jostles the meal you’ve just had and turns your insides into a sea of nausea. You know when he’s just being friendly and you know when he’s flirting. It’s a terribly thin line but one you recognise, intimately familiar with the two sides of his personality.

Right now, he’s flirting. Doing that thing he does, one arm folded on the counter top, unblemished hand resting somewhere along his hip, silver of his rings acting as a beacon beneath the dim restaurant lights. His other hand slots itself into the pocket of his coated jeans, tattoos thrown into stark contrast against his skin and the black of the denim. There’s that smile of his, more a smirk but sunny, radiant, beautiful. It lights up his entire face, steeping his expression in something warm. The dimple in his cheek winks with each laugh - you can only imagine the one on the other side does the same, cut deeply into his skin.

Don’t be mad, you tell yourself. He’s your Jungkook, bad habits and all.

You love him. You love him. You love him.

If he notices your stoicism, he doesn’t comment on it. Doesn’t ask what’s wrong or if you’re okay or what’s up. Barely even speaks to you, save to toss his arm around your shoulder and tug you close, practically tug you into his lap while his friends share stories of their week.

It’s your usual Friday night dinner. Something you’ve done with this ragtag group for as long as you’ve known them. An excuse to go out and drink and eat some damn good (and often free) food.

You wish you could enjoy it like you normally do. Instead, you’re preoccupied by the way a perfume that isn’t yours lingers on his collar - seeps beneath the fabric and marks him up like a possession. It’s too sweet - cloying sugar apples and coconut - nothing like your usual earthy wisteria and dewy rose. It stings your nose when you inhale too deeply, nestled into the familiar shape of Jungkook’s frame, settled between the vertebrae you know best.

You hardly notice when he does speak to you, rousing you from thought you can’t quite place any longer.

“Ready to head home?”

The rest of your friends are going about their business, slipping their coats on and exchanging ideas for plans the following morning. (Saturday brunch is a very popular thing, though it tends to lean late lunch versus true breakfast-brunch.)

You nod and slip from beneath your lover’s arm, plucking your purse up as you rise. You’re ready to get out of here, ready to scrub away the melancholy that lingers like a thin film across your skin.

He must have realised sometime between your silence in the car and your lacklustre kisses in the elevator. You think he must, as he nearly slams the front door of his penthouse shut, kicks off his Chelsea boots and lets them tumble together just off the welcome mat. (Not the reaction you’d expected, but you’ve learnt to never expect anything from him. As much as he might be your best friend, Jeon Jungkook plays by his own set of rules.)

He doesn’t wait for you to undo your own shoes, carefully undoing the straps of your Jimmy Choos and setting them where they belong before you follow the sound of his footsteps.

When you find him, he’s stripping off his jacket and tossing it haphazardly across the back of his desk chair, keys and wallet and phone dropped none-too-gently upon wood. He says nothing even as he crosses to his closet, steps inside and slips off each piece of jewellery: assorted rings and his Rolex - everything but the bracelet you’d gotten him for graduation.

His belt goes next, set back within the confines of its velvet lined drawer. Through the hole goes the button of his jeans, down goes the zipper, and then he’s in nothing but his vaguely sheer dress shirt, boxer-briefs, and silly printed socks (yellow bananas on black fabric, for reasons), looking every inch the adonis he is.

You still haven’t said a word, carefully hanging your dress in the small space you’ve carved out for yourself. You don’t really know what to say - how to approach his apparent frustration when you don’t know where it comes from.

Is he upset with you? Had you, somewhere along the line of your own sadness, done something to upset him?

You’re running through all the scenarios, lost in thought, when his voice breaks the quiet. Snaps forth and hits its mark - a perfect shot. “Seriously?” There’s a fickle quality to his tone, a pettiness that you recognise when he hasn’t gotten his way, when he’s not quite sure what to say but knows he wants to have something. (It doesn’t come out often with you, but you’re intimately familiar with it still. His I-want-to-fight voice.)

“Pardon?” You’re not expecting him so close, close enough to reach you but far enough that you can tell he’s purposely put this distance between you. It feels strange - further apart than it is.

“You’re not going to say anything?”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. When you speak, it’s full of confusion, paired with your brows gathering in a little knot of bewilderment. “Anything about what?”

“What happened at dinner.”

He sounds so utterly deadpan, you can’t help but laugh, a sound of disbelief rather than amusement.

“You mean you flirting with that girl?” Even saying the words feels awful, makes you want to crawl into bed and forget about it all.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looks like you’ve just handed him the answers to all of life’s questions. His entire face rearranges, all the pieces matching back up to form a proper puzzle. There’s a certain smugness to it now, caught in the round of his cheek and how it ticks higher with his grin. “So you did notice! I fucking knew it.”

“Of course I did.” You want to be appalled. Know you should be. (But it’s Jungkook and you love him.) “Kind of hard not to.”

He’s the devil in disguise, snapping you to him with a flex of his arms, hands curled around your waist. It’s clear he’s pleased, absolutely tickled pink that you’d fallen for his silly little trick. “Gotta keep you on your toes,” he croons, eyes twinkling, mouth wobbling with the strain of keeping his laughter hidden.

He expects you to agree - maybe roll your eyes and pat his cheek, laughs along with him and give him some sort of shit about how he’s an idiot - and visibly starts when you push yourself away, two palms flat against his chest.

“Sure.”

One word. Nothing like he’d imagined.

“Baby?” You’ve made it two steps - two whole steps, which is two too many to Jungkook - when he’s pulling you back, trapping you against his chest with his arms looped around your shoulders. “Where you going?” He’s kissing along your shoulder, trailing warmth everywhere he touches.

He still smells like that girl’s perfume.

“Can you get off me, please?” You’re more polite than you normally are, working hard to keep calm when he only tightens his grip. Of course he thinks you’re kidding, thinks you’re pouting and playing just like he had when you’d returned home.

When you repeat yourself - a little harder, a little quieter - he seems to realise how wrong he’s read the situation.

“Angel—” You’re swept around, left to stare into the neat white of his shirt as he peers down at you, waits for you to meet his eyes. You don’t, staunchly focused on the buttons of his Oxford, how they strain over his broad chest. “Baby.” Now he’s the one full of reprimand, disapproval colouring the single word that’s normally so sweet.

“What?” It’s just as bratty as he was earlier but somehow worse, touched blue.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook seems genuinely perplexed, concerned and maybe, just a tiny bit frustrated. He’s not used to you lashing out like this, soft and yet unyielding, hidden behind a door he’s fumbling with the keys to.

“You.”

“—me?”

You’re not one to throw out things you don’t mean, carefully picking and choosing your words. It’s something you’ve always done - far more responsible than your idiot best friend who’s never had to worry about a thing in his life.

The line of his mouth dips, pulls into a frown as he studies you and tries to crack open the windows to gain some insight. It doesn’t work well; he’s faced with a stone wall.

“Why’re you mad?”

You want to laugh. Do, actually, so short and abrupt it’s more of a scoff. “What’s wrong with me?” You’d pull away if you could. (Realistically, you could, but you’ve always been too soft for him.) “You spent almost all of dinner flirting with someone else.”

“Yeah— to make you jealous.” As if that makes it better. As if that doesn’t tear a giant hole right in the centre of your chest, launches your poor heart out of the airlock to fend for itself in the emptiness of his expression.

You don’t know why it feels worse to hear it out loud. You’d figured as much.

(Jungkook had done this in the past, though always jokingly. He’d rarely been invested enough in a girl to go to such lengths but you’d seen it once or twice. Always the age old adage of wanting what you can’t have.)

You wish you could separate the then from the now. Remind yourself that he does care, that this is his twisted, stupid way of showing his affection - of keeping you around. (You know he’s just as vulnerable as you - maybe more, sometimes - but he shows it poorly. Pushes you away when he tries to pull you in.)

Tears are welling, spilling across your lashes faster than you can yank them back. Something about being an angry crier.

“Good job,” you mean to snap, to make him feel how you do. (Small - so very, very small.) Instead, it’s terribly quiet. A whisper that gets lost to the cotton poplin. “Now I’m jealous.” And miserable and insecure. All things you usually aren’t, that only Jeon Jungkook manages to bring out in you.

“Baby,” he tries again, crushing you to his chest, jut of his chin resting atop your head. His hugs had always been your favourite - swallowing you whole, making you feel safe - but it’s too much now, a prison cell rather than your familiar bed. “I’m sorry.” He’s kissing again, stamping his affection into the dark of your hair, brushing over and over with the soft of his lips, his rounded adorable nose, “I thought—”

You know what he thought. Know where he’d been coming from (a place of immaturity, a gilded golden room with Jeon Jungkook stamped across the door) but it doesn’t make it any better.

Doesn’t make it hurt any less.

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Chugga-chugga choo-choo! Incoming love train! I appreciate you and recognize the amazing presence you have on this site. Thank you for contributing to our community! 🌷 Send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to spread the love. 💌

Consider this your daily reminder that I adore you. <3

Full disclosure: I added the “chugga-chugga choo-choo”. I felt the message was lacking without it. (Apparently, there is debate over the appropriate number of chuggas before the choo-choo. I settled for two, but some say there should be as many as eight or twelve.) I also added capitalization and punctuation as appropriate.

P.S. You’re welcome to forget to spread the love. (I won’t judge you.)

thank you so much 💕💕💕 sorry for responding so late, I was sick and the intricacies of grammar kept eluding me, so I decided to wait until I'm capable of forming proper sentences once more XD

I never thought that the appropriate number of chuggas before the choo-choo would be something I will be left pondering in the middle of the night but here I am. I came to the conclusion that it should be six and in this essay I will -

I'm glad you guard the correctness of the written language, especially since all I do here is butcher it 😆

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devilbat · 4 years

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Quarantine and Chill

Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warning: Just more fluff

Summary: This is part 2 to Quarantin online when the reader finally meets Tom after months of talking online.

Tom: Biscuiteers, 194 Kensington Park Road, London, W11. Let's say 9 am, this Thursday? Will that work for you?

When you woke, you'd thought it was all a dream that you didn't just Skype with Tom Hiddleston. That was until you looked at your phone. Finding that Tom had texted you after the both of you said goodnight. Even sent you a photo of himself this time of his far to a handsome face.

Y/n: Sorry again for crashing on you last night. I've never been there, so sounds great. See you then.

———-

You stood outside the shop of Biscuiteers hoping you had the right place the quaint little cafe was a bit busier than usual as people line out the door distancing themselves from others. You looked at your watch once again. You got to the cafe thirty minutes early. You were not able to stay home. Time seems to go far to slow for your liking.

"Y/n?" A deep velvet-smooth voice purred from behind you, making you squeak out in surprise, turning on your heels to come face to chest with Tom Hiddleston. Not realizing how much taller he was then you.

"Yeah." You said shyly, your eyes fluttered upward to look into those baby blues of his. ”Hi."

"It's nice to meet you, Darling, finally." Tom took your hand being ever, so the gentleman placed a light kiss onto your knuckles. Lingering a minute longer. Tom's eyes never once left yours he smiled as he watched you turn a light shade of pink.

"It's nice to meet you as well, finally." You managed to breathe out.

"These are for you." Tom offered you a lovely bouquet. You could feel your cheek heat up when you took the arrangement. It was a perfect size, and Tom had remembered your favorite flowers.

"Oh, Tom. You didn't have to." You hummed.

"Anything for a beautiful woman." Tom winked. "Shall we grab our coffee and maybe wander around London?" You smiled up at him with a nod.

Tom grabbed coffee for the both of you, even after you laughed at Tom for how silly he looked in his mask when he came out of the shop. He showed you around London. Taking the whole day to play tour guide, Ken.

After a late lunch, Tom took you down to Tavistock street for candy floss and ice cream, a little place called Milk Train. Though you may have told him he was crazy that ice cream and Cotton candy don't go together. Which ensued a small discussion on the right term to call the sugary cloud.

Tom ended up getting cookies and cream on roasted green tea ice cream with colorful sprinkles. You got the unicorn on Matcha ice cream both as a Choo-choo, which was when they added the cloud of candy floss or as you corrected Tom as it's real name Cotton candy.

Tom being the proper gentleman that he was even took you home—not wanting you to walk back alone—even walking you to your door.

"Thank you, Tom. I had a wonderful time." You said shyly. Not wanting the night to end. Tom had been great, and you hoped that he wanted the same.

"I did to Darling." Tom smiled down at you. Both of you stood there for a moment longer, unsure of what to say or do next. "Eheh." Tom was rubbing the back of his neck. "Would you like to come over for dinner sometime? ..... To my home, that is. ... Only dinner and maybe a film."

You giggled softly at how reassuring that it was nothing more than that. He was definitely nervous. It was nice to see this man be so normal in away. You would have always thought he would be confident in every aspect of his life.

"I would like that, Tom." You nodded with a smile.

"Really?" Tom's voice cracked a bit overjoyed. Making you giggle. "I mean, you don't think I'm overstepping ." Clearing his throat. "I don't want to pressure you on the second date by having you come over to some stranger home. Who may or may not have his way with you. Not that I'm going to I'll be the perfect gentleman. I mean if you wan-."

You cut Tom off, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You're overthinking."

"Eheh." Tom nervously chuckled his hand, running along with the spot that your lips were.

——-

Tom wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted you to have the perfect night with him. He may have even gone a little overboard to make it so. Purchasing outdoor movie projector and screen. Stringed lights littered his backyard. He searched ideas for the best setting for the movies and dinner. Finally, settling on to large style inflatable mattresses. Every pillow and blanket he owned laid thoughtfully.

The menu he had made simple something he knew you would like, and he was known for his spaghetti bolognese. You may have mentioned that you wouldn't mind seeing if he did it the right way. It didn't help with his nervousness that you cooked professionally. While he waited on the sauce.

He almost jumped out of his skin when the doorbell rang. Looking at his watch, you were early. Well, at least he hoped it was you and not his sisters spying on him. He had let it slip to his mom about you. Therefore his sisters knew and had given him a hard time. However, they did help with ideas on his little backyard project.

Tom grinned when he spied you throw the peephole of his door. Tom noted that you wore comfortable clothes. He wanted you to be comfortable. You didn't have to get all dressed up for him.

"Hello, darling." Tom greeted you when he opened the door.

"Hi, Tom. I brought wine. I wasn't sure what to bring." You rambled Tom pulled you into a hug to make you stop. Relaxing you as you hugged him back.

"You didn't need to bring anything, Darling, just yourself." Tom smiled as he took your bag and wine for you as he escorted you outside. "Dinner is just about ready. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, and I'll be right back."

——

Tonight's movies: The Jungle Book (Disney version.) starts after dinner, followed by Jurassic Park. The sign said on a table as you both moved over to the area Tom had set up the movie.

Tom set up the projector while you got yourself comfortable on one of the mattresses. Few minutes of trying to figure out the machine a few cuss words under his breath. In hopes you didn't hear him.

Tom finally got the projector working and settled on the other mattress, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable if he were to get in with you. You looked over at Tom when you movie came up on the screen.

"Tom, did you mean to have the movie play upside down?" You smile, trying not to laugh.

"Eheh, No." Tom groaned as he stood back up. To fix the problem. "Before I forgot there is popcorn, sweets, and drinks on the table if you would like at any point."

"I'm so full from that amazing dinner maybe later. Thank you." You hummed.

Tom finally settled, and the movie started. You giggled when Tom began to sing out loud. 'Look for those bear necessities.'

"You, sir, are a dork." You throw a small pillow at the man.

"Hey, now I saw your feet swaying to the music. You know you were just about to bellow it out." Tom tossed the pillow back at you.

"You saw nothing, mister. I was rudely interrupted from the movie by off-key singing." You teased sticking your tongue out. Placing the pillow back under your head. "Now, shh it."

Tom settled down, and you both went back to the movie. Soon the second movie started. Twenty minutes into the film, you decided on some popcorn.

"Do you want any popcorn?" You asked, looking over at Tom, who was watching you as you got up.

"Popcorn does sound good. But I can get it, love." Tom hummed, pulling himself up.

"I got it, Tom. I mean, I'm already up." You smiled, walking over to the cute little setup Tom had put a lot of thought into.

"Where's mine?" Tom poured as you came back with some candy and one bag of popcorn.

Carefully you kneeled on to the mattress with Tom. Making sure not to spill any of the contents from your arms, laying everything down on the blanket. Tom corked an eyebrow at you. Humming to the music. While you moved under the blanket.

"I figured we could share." You shrugged a shy smile played along your lips. Brushing a loose strand of hair back behind your ear.

"Of course, darling sounds like a lovely idea." Tom moved over just a bit, giving you more room.

You scooted closer to the man popcorn in hand as you rested yourself against him. Your head was resting lightly on his chest. Tom didn't hesitate to put his arm around you. You both went back to the movie.

"Thank you, Tom, this has been the best and one of the most thoughtful dates I have ever been on." You spoke up kissing Tom cheek, almost startling him.

"You are more than welcome." Tom smiled.

Tom leaned forward, capturing your soft lips with his own, testing the waters almost to see if you would pull away. He paused for a moment only for Your lips pressing back along with his. Your hand that was already resting on his chest, gripped into the smooth fabric of his sweater.

He kissed you softly, yet there was so much passion behind each movement. His arms wrapped around your waist. Your other hand found it's way to tangled into his soft locks. Forgotten popcorn spilled over the blanket.

Only breaking apart when a roar that made you two jump apart. Both of you looked to the screen, chest heaving and out of breath as you saw the T-Rex come back on-screen attempt to kill a car. And two kids screaming for their life.

"Eheh." Tom laughed as he turned back to look at you. Gently Tom moved so that he wasn't crushing you too much. Some point he had slowly started leaning into you. You bit your lip when you looked up at Tom; his hair was a bit of a mess. You could feel your cheeks heat up.

"You know for being dead, dinosaurs do have the worst timing." You said breathlessly.

"That they do." Tom smile kissing your lips once more.

"Popcorn?" You offered Tom as you took a piece from the pile that was currently on top of Tom's lap.

Soon the movie came to an end, and Tom was the one that didn't want the night to end. However, he hadn't realized yet that you had fallen asleep. Not until he went to get up to turn the projector off that he noticed. You looked so cute draped over him, with your face practically buried into his chest.

"Darling, the movies over." Tom gently stroked your cheek even though he didn't want you to wake you.

"Mmhmm." You nodded sleepily but didn't show any other signs of moving.

"Y/n?" Tom kissed your forehead this time.

"Five more minutes." You yawned your arm wrapped around Tom's waist tighter.

"All right." Tom smiles as he covered both of you up. Though he didn't intend on falling asleep himself, he did.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston au #tom hiddleston fanfic

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saint. || soobin🌪(7)

🖤┊𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 . ೄྀ࿐ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙/𝖆𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙; 2200

“did you tell your mom that you’re almost there?”. soobin asks while driving. “yeah. why are you so worried you look nervous?”. soobin laughs and pushes his hair back with his hand. “I don’t want her to try to kill you or something for being out a little more than she expected”.

“when she really wants me home she’d call me like 30 times. But since she probably thinks i’m doing something that’s beneficial for me she’s cutting me a little slack. still expects me to be home though”. soobin nods.

“so you have curfews?”.

“unfortunately”.

“what do you mean unfortunately? that’s good that they want you home by a certain time”.

“I mean not for an 18 year old at least”.you say, and soobin shrugs,

“honestly you wouldn’t want to be out that late for anything. even parties get too wild once it starts hitting 10″.

“yeah but i wouldn’t know anyways. If my parents found out that i was partying they’d put me on house arrest”. soobin laughs once more, smoothly pulling up to your stop.

“do you want me to piggy back you to the door? I’ll do it right now”.

“no soobin i’ve been trying to tell you I could walk almost all day now. but thank you”. you smile before sliding out of your seat with your backpack. it really wasn’t such a hard task to walk even with the pain. It wasn’t like you had some fatal basketball injury or something.

“be a good girl!”. soobin yells out to you as you approach your door. you wave him off before going into the house. he chuckles and drives off. He pulls into the driveway of his house shortly after, being welcomed by his friends who were sitting beside the pillars on his doorstep waiting for him.

“what the hell are you guys doing here?”. soobin grins, he didn’t mind but only because his parents weren’t home. He jogs to the doorstep to unlock his door for them all and they spill inside his home. They’ve been there once or twice when his parents were really nice about it but never for long though. While holding the door soobin watches them all walk in one by one. Michael, Minho, Seongjun, Kevin, Beomgyu, and some random guy that he didn’t recognize.

soobin pulled him back by the collar of his shirt.

“who are you?”. he questions. Beomgyu quickly comes to the boys’ rescue.

“chill, don’t kill him. this is my boy yeonjun I thought i’d bring him along to hang with us”.

“beomgyu all of you came to my house uninvited so why would you invite someone else?”.

the rest of the boys laugh in the kitchen while raiding his fridge. Soobin glares down at the blue haired boy and aggressively releases him, almost throwing him on the floor.

“What’s your full name?”.

“Choi Yeonjun”. he admits, fixing his shirt.

soobin points at him and looks at beomgyu in confusion.

“he’s a choi?”.

“yeah but low key I think he’s from the poorer side of the family”.

“there’s no such thing as a poor choi, beomgyu”.

beomgyu shrugs.

“I don’t know I met this fool like last week when I was skipping class”.

soobin face palms himself before picking his head up again.

“does your parents have money to your name?”. yeonjun nods at the question.

“so this motherfucker rich too? damn! when am I going to get my inheritance?”. michael joked copping a squat on the living room couch with a can of cola in his hand.

“michael shut your broke ass up”. beomgyu retaliates while slapping michael’s head before heading to the kitchen, leaving soobin and yeonjun still at the front door. soobin just stares at him.

“why the hell you so scary?”. he asks in an overbearing tone. being quite intimidated yeonjun felt the need to defend himself.

“why the hell you so loud?”. he retorts.

“because this is my fuckin house and I have the right to be”.

“this is not your fuckin house it’s your parents house until they die. then it’s your house. are you forgetting that I’m a choi too?”.

“who the fuck are you talking to like that?”. soobin booms stepping closer.

“yo gyu come get your boys man”. kevin hollered overhearing them both. beomgyu jogs back to the foyer standing in front of the two.

“ladies ladies! simmer down just a littl--”.

“no you need to check your boy gyu”. soobin interjects pointing in his face.

“shut your bitch ass up”. yeonjun hisses.

“yo yo! how about we just chill? I bought some beers with me. we can all have a good time”. beomgyu settles shifting his eyes between yeonjun and soobin.

“man whatever”. soobin rolls his eyes. he didn’t have the energy to keep arguing with yeonjun. plus he secretly liked him anyways, because he knew how to defend himself.

“someone is in your driveway”. minho informs snatching back the curtains. Soobin cocked an eyebrow. “In my driveway?”. he opened his front door to see a blue sports car parked right behind his. He waited a bit to see who it was. out of the passenger seat came Mia who--well lets just say fury was an understatement. “oh shit”. beomgyu mutters. Soobin shuts the door behind him and tells the boys to stay inside. They all watch from the window.

“Are you fucking serious soobin? Like seriously are you for real?!”.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”. he calmly asks with his hands shoved in his pockets. she approaches him angrily.

“you fucking set me up what else would I mean?!”.

“nobody set you up”.

gritting her teeth she throws pointless punches at his chest. I say pointless because they barely hurt soobin.

“why the fuck are you lying?! you brought me to that hotel and you let your friends run a train on me that’s so fucked up on so many levels!!”. she screamed. soobin smirked.

“well did you enjoy it like I said?”.

with steam almost coming out of her ears at this point mia raises a hand and slaps him across his face. soobin clenched his stinging jaw in anger.

“fuck you!! fuck you you’re a jerk!”.

“don’t put your fucking hands on me”. soobin warns. and mia didn’t care of course. she lifts her hand and slaps again much harder than before. The boys covered their mouths while they watch from afar.

“what did you get out of it huh?! huh?! is that how sick you are?! get your kicks out of seeing girls’ lives ruined?”. she shoves him backward.

“let me tell you something. that shit is going to haunt me for the rest of my life I’ll never get that moment back!”. she screams and broke out into full fledge tears. She raises her hand once more but this time soobin grasps it, he took every drop of liquid his mouth could muster and spat it right in her face.

“I don’t give a fuck. you’re an attention seeking slut who does anything to be popular. let’s share that moment on our social media page”. he snarls before coldly going back into his house with a slamming door.

mia just stood there, not believing the fact that she had saliva dripping down her forehead.

“I hate you choi soobin!!!”. she shrieks to the top of her lungs and stomps her way back to her car. All eyes were on soobin once he walks through his front door. most of them had their mouths still covered with the exception of beomgyu who just stood there with his jaw practically touching the floor.

“did you just spit on mia howard?”. yeonjun asks.

“yeah i’m sorry who are you again?”. soobin replies being the ass that he was. yeonjun sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes. He was about to say something before he was cut off.

“bro what the hell did she say to you?”. kevin’s next to ask.

“some bullshit about how I ruined her life because you guys fucked her”.

yeonjun blinks.

“wait a minute. you all fucked Mia howard?”.

“yup. choo choo!”. minho sounds with his lips taking another sip of his drink. yeonjun’s eyes bulge out of his sockets.

“you surprised by that? who hasn’t fucked Mia howard”. seongjun adds.

“me!”. yeonjun punctuates.

“I mean besides the fact that shes the most popular girl in school you not missing out on shit”. beomgyu chimes in.

“she’s the sexiest girl in school too”. yeonjun adds again resulting in a rage among the guys. all of them shouting ‘woah!’ sounding like seagulls.

“definitely most popular but i’d never say the prettiest”. seongjun says shortly after.

“hell yeah you know her best friend olivia bro? she can get it any day of the week”. beomgyu admitted.

“why don’t you give it to her then?”. soobin challenged.

“she not going to fuck me because she knows I’m no good”.

“get her drunk. you have a bar in your house don’t you?”. soobin pointed out.

“relax soobin. he has to take it slow. get her to send you nudes first and go from there”. seongjun informs and they all nod in agreement.

“that’s some smart shit”, beomgyu agrees.

“I got in idea though”. minho spoke.

“we should make a list of the sexiest girls in our grade. from the prettiest to the ugliest and just slap that shit on a bulletin board somewhere in school”.

as childish as it was, they actually all got excited from that idea. so they all put their heads to the test. It was quite a depressing morning for some females in the Academy of saint joseph’s when the entirety of the school read it and saw their rankings.

you however were too busy in the history room doing your extra credit work to care. “did you see the list”. you overheard way too many girls say. “yeah honestly i thought I’d rank higher than that”. their friend would reply in the most somber tone. you wondered why they cared about how someone ranks them anyways. Plus, who ever made the list where A-list jerks in your opinion.

no matter where you went everyone was talking about it. You haven’t overheard one single female who was happy with their spot on it. It was sorrowful to hear. since you didn’t have anyone else to share your thoughts with on the subject you waited patiently until your astronomy class with soobin. you sat diligently at the table you guys shared together. there happened to be another video watching today and Sister helena was counting on you to keep soobin in check.

on the brink of the late bell soobin, kevin and beomgyu strolled in.

“you guys are almost late. hurry to your seats”.

“keyword: almost. you mad for no reason”. kevin rebuttals and laughs while taking his seat right in front of soobin who slid in the chair next to you, asking you how your knee was doing. beomgyu sits across them both.

“today we will be watching a video on Dark Matter. I will be handing out questions for you and your partner to work together and fill out by the end of the class. If this task is not completed you will get half points for today’s grade”.

sister helena explains before she rolls the big tv in the room for you all to see.she turned off the lights and started the dvd. it was malfunctioning though, so it took her a little longer than usual to get it fixed. In the meantime the class was talking amongst themselves about that one thing,

the list.

“soobin have you saw the list yet?”. you ask rather quietly.

“of course I have”. he replies.

“what do you think of it?”. soobin shrugs.

“eh. it’s just a list”.

“so you don’t think that’s a bad move to make? ranking people on the way they look?”.

“behind the list lies people with opinions. no one is required to believe them. they just do”.

“come on soobin that’s messed up don’t you think?”. kevin smirks to himself overhearing you. he turns around.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried. I don’t even think your ugly ass is on the list because you ranked so low”.

he said, of course loud enough for everyone to hear. loud enough for everyone to laugh. and they did. All you could do was sit there with a giant lump in your throat feeling nothing but sorry for yourself.

“bro relax”. soobin hisses and kevin scoffs before turning around in his seat.

“alright class simmer down. the film is beginning”. St.helena warns and you were grateful for her even though she didn’t hear anything. you were just glad she made everyone stop.

so ugly that you weren’t even up there? that was enough to make you cry. you felt your face grow hot replaying his words over and over. you didn’t want to care about that damned list which is why you haven’t even saw it yet. but based off of what kevin said you didn’t even want to see it.

you felt your lip start to quiver. soobin nudged you.

“hey don’t worry about him alright? he doesn’t know what he’s talking about”.

“try not to cry too loud, i didn’t see your name up there either”. Ava, one of mia’s friends whispers from beside you.

you glared at soobin with tears in your eyes. you didn’t want to care but, words couldn’t express how ugly you felt.

#choi soobin #choi beomgyu #choi yeonjun #txt #txt smut #txt au #kpop au

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damn-behzinga · 4 years

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After Meeting A Little Early

Ethan Payne (Behzinga) X Reader

summary- you and Ethan have a son at the age of seventeen. the sidemen love him to pieces.

warnings- teenage pregnancy, my terrible writing, mentions death and illness

request - Idk if u take requests but could u do one where u and Harry or Ethan had a child at 17 and how life is now with the sidemen and all that /:) ( @bohobondi )

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It was one silly little accident that had changed both yours and Ethan's life. Your little boy, Benjamin, was born in October the same year Ethan had turned seventeen. Your parents had kicked you out angrily after you told them but Ethan's mum welcomed you with open arms. You still talk to your siblings and grandparents.

Ethan was nervous to introduce little Ben to the Sidemen. He was scared shitless to even tell them he had a son, let alone for them to meet him. Ethan had his nappy bag on his right shoulder, car keys in hand and held Benjamin to his left hip. Ben was three at the time and it was the first time the Sidemen had met the kid due to timings not working out.

"Wanna knock buddy?" Ethan asked, not having a free hand to knock the door. Ben leaned forward and knocked on the door. "Good job." Ethan praised.

Ben beamed and cuddled closer into Ethan. Simon opened the door with a smile and looked down at the little boy.

"Hey there, I'm Simon." He said softly.

"Say hello, Benny," Ethan whispered. Ben simply waved a little before sucking on his thumb.

Ethan walked further into the flat to see the rest of the men on the sofa. The men immediately quietened at the sight of the small boy.

"Benny, say hello to my friends." Ethan smiled. Ben looked up slightly at the group of men and waved slightly. "Do you want to say hello?"

"Hello," Ben whispered. The men awed and said soft hello's to the boy.

"Do you want to look around?" Ethan asked the boy as he put him down. Ethan took the bag off and placed it on the table next to his car keys. Ben hugged into Ethan's leg to hide from the men.

"Um, he has some toys in the bag, maybe play with him to introduce yourself to him. He'll get more comfortable around you." The men nodded before sitting on the floor. Ethan threw them a few of Ben's favourite toys. A train, a stuffed polar bear, and a few building blocks.

Ethan laughed and watched as Ben grabbed his stuffed polar bear. Ben immediately turned to Josh and Tobi and pushed the polar bear in their faces.

"Who's this?" Tobi asked. "Why hello there Mr Polar Bear, my name is Tobi." Tobi shook the toy's hand.

Ben giggled and started to show the toy to each man, making them introduce themselves to it. Ben let out a loud laugh before showing the men his toy train. Ethan smiled contently at his on before looking at the time.

"Right mister. We need to work so can you go sit on the chair for me. Do you want your tablet?" Ethan asked softly.

Ben frowned but nodded and moved to sit on the chair that was facing the sofa. Ethan grabbed the small blue tablet out of the bag and passed it to Ben, turning on Peppa Pig. Ben giggled, letting out a small 'Piggy!' before watching his tablet intently.

The men sat down to film a Q and A.

Midway through the filming, Ben put his tablet down and pushed himself off the chair. Ethan watched his son carefully. Ben quickly ran up to his dad and made grabby hands. Ethan picked up Ben and pulled him into a cuddle. He laid back on the sofa and continued the conversation. Soon enough, Ben was asleep on Ethan's chest. The men all awed at the sight and quickly quietened their conversation.

"I'm gonna walk around with him, you continue this," Ethan whispered. The men nodded and allowed Ethan to sit with his kid and relax.

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"Uncle J!" Ben's voice rang out in the flat. JJ quickly picked Ben up and pulled him into a hug.

"You alright, little man?" JJ beamed at the boy.

"Do you know what today is?" Ben asked.

JJ frowned and rubbed his chin. "No, what's today?"

"It's my birthday!" Ben yelled.

JJ put him down and grabbed a present from the table. "Well, I guess this is your present then!"

"No way! Thanks, JJ!"

"Don't open it yet!" You smiled. "Wait until later okay?"

Ben nodded and gave you the present which you then put on the big table.

"You didn't have to JJ." You whispered.

"Nah, it's the least I could do for my favourite nephew!" JJ said.

"But paying out for his entire party- Jide." You sighed.

"Look, you've gone through a lot lately," JJ said. "And besides, the other guys chipped in, it wasn't just me."

A few weeks before Ben's birthday, you had found out your nan had passed away and that your grandad was ill. Since you didn't talk to your parents, you weren't allowed to go to her funeral and never got to say a proper goodbye. You had taken the passing really hard and Ethan also struggled. Then you lost your job and it felt like the world was falling apart. Ben had been begging for a birthday party but you truly believed it wasn't in the cards when the men had said they had planned an entire wildlife-themed party for Ben. You and Ethan had cried happy tears and you cried, even more, when you go to the hall which was decorated in a forest theme, animal balloons and fake trees decorated to walls, a bear-themed cake, and streamers hanging from the ceiling.

"It still means a lot JJ." You whispered.

You watched as all the kids played together and Vik walked up to you.

"If I get asked to sing baby shark, one more time-" Vik exclaimed, jokingly.

You chuckled, "Welcome to my world."

Vik rolled his eyes when Ben ran up to him.

"We're playing musical chairs, play with us!" Ben demanded.

"Alright. I'm gonna win!"

"No, I'm gonna win! Aren't I, mum?"

"Maybe." You shrugged. "Go and play to find out." Ben grabbed Vik's hand and pulled him to the small dance floor.

Soon enough, it was present time. You and Ethan sat in front of the group of people with Ben on your lap. Most of the guests had gone home and only close family and friends had stayed.

Ben pulled apart the wrapping paper to reveal cuddly baby Yoda. You and Ethan laughed as Ben gasped.

"Oh my God!" Ethan laughed. "That's amazing!"

Ben pulled it in for a hug before passing it to Ethan so he could put it on the side.

"Thank you, Uncle Si." Ben smiled.

"It's alright, mate." Simon smiled.

You passed the next present to Ben who then immediately ripped it apart. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw the box. Ethan opened it up and slowly pulled out a wooden block. His mouth widened and he turned to show it to you. You gasped when you saw the wood had an engraving of your grandparents with Ben and the words 'Never stop smiling' from a letter your nan had written to Ben.

"Thank you, Tobi. That is truly beautiful." You whispered. Tobi simply nodded.

"Thank you!" Ben smiled.

As you collected yourself, Ben opened another present to reveal a train set.

"Choo Choo!" Ben squealed. "Thanks, Harry!"

"You're welcome, buddy!" Harry beamed.

Ben opened another present from Vik which was a colour-your-own pillowcase. After that, Ben opened up a karaoke set from JJ in which JJ had said, "We got to make a track, bro!"

Josh had gotten Ben a book on basic wildlife facts. Ben immediately found the bear page and read out the sentence.

The men had quickly come to help you when you had hit rock bottom and they would do anything for your family. You couldn't be more grateful. Ben was growing up with six uncles who cared about him so deeply and spoiled him rotten. You knew one thing for certain, and that was that Ben was going to have the most loving people surrounding him.

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5. Sanctuary

7. Bending Laws

6. The Gingerbread House:

It was a week later at the Reynolds’ house. I woke up to the sun filtering in from the windows. I faintly heard footsteps moving around upstairs. I sat up and stretched. I stood up and folded the blankets. Claire came downstairs and made her way to the kitchen. I said “Morning, Claire.” She said “Morning, (Y/N).” She looked dressed and ready for the day. I grabbed my change of clothes laying at the end of the couch and head into the bathroom. I come back out ready for the day. I walked back to the couch and put the blankets away.

A few minutes later, Stephen came down the stairs ready for the day as well. He said “Morning, (Y/N).” I said “Morning, Stephen.” Claire had started a pot of coffee. They both grabbed themselves a cup and sat at the kitchen island. I got myself a glass of water.

The guest bedroom door opened and then closed a second later. We heard tiny footsteps rushing down the stairs. Stephen says “Daniel, must be awake.” Sure enough there he was. Daniel says “Morning.” Claire says “Morning, sweetie.” I say “Morning, Daniel.” Stephen says “Morning.” Excitedly, he asks “Grandpa, can we play with the train set upstairs again?” Stephen says “Of course.”

Ten minutes later, the both of them were off upstairs. A few minutes later, the train has left the station. Claire must have noticed the shark tooth necklace around my neck earlier but she didn’t know when the best time was to ask about it. We were sitting at the kitchen island having a conversation, she asks “I noticed the shark tooth necklace around your neck. Where’d you get it?”

I didn’t know how to answer. Sean and I have talked about how much we want to reveal to them. I tell her “Sean...gave it to me.” She says “That’s nice.” She didn’t press on more. A couple minutes later, she says “Guess I better get breakfast started.” I ask “Would you like some help?” She said “That would be lovely, thanks.” She decided to make scrambled eggs and waffles. I got the ingredients out for her as she instructed me on what to add when.

From above we hear Daniel, “Choo choo!” Stephen says “Careful chief! You’re going too fast!” He says “We have to! We’re late on schedule!” Sean must have just woken up because we hear the guest room door opening a second time. I hear Daniel say “Sean! Finally!” Claire shouts up to him, “Sean, are you awake? Breakfast’s almost done, so come down when you’re ready, okay?” He shouts back, “Okay!”

The sound of the train set was still going. Claire sat back down at the island. Breakfast was just finishing up when footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs. I turn and see him enter the kitchen. Claire says “Oh my, look who’s awake! Good morning, sleepyhead...” I say “Morning.” He sleepily, says “Morning. It’s that bed...feels like a cloud.” She tells him “I know!”

Sean sits down next to me at the island. Plates and silverware were sitting in the middle. I pass one to him and he sets it down next to him. He sets one in front of him. I set one in front of me. Claire calls upstairs, “Daniel, breakfast time! Your brother and (Y/N) are ready!” Daniel yells down, “Grandpa is showing me a boxcar!” She yells “Stephen, your grandson needs to eat now! You can show him the boxcar later!” She turns back to us and says “I love how they’re getting along...” I nod in agreement.

Sean asks “What’s on the menu this morning?” Claire says “Well, someone told me the buttermilk waffles are back.” He says “Mmmm-hmmm! Awesome!” I say “They smell delicious!”

Daniel comes into the kitchen and takes a seat next to Sean. Claire asks “Are you boys done playing?” He tells her “We had an express delivery with the passengers, but...the engine broke down!” Stephen comes in with the engine in hand, “Yep. Has to go straight to the workshop!” She reminds him “Good...No trains in the kitchen remember?” He says “Gotcha, chief.” Daniel says “Choo choo!”

Claire went to open a drawer when the handle came off. She says “Oh, sugar! He can fix trains but...not my kitchen...” She picks up the frying pan and walks back over to us. We hold our plates up as she scrapes scrambled eggs and waffles onto them. Sean pours himself and Daniel some orange juice. I stand up and get more water. I sit back down and begin eating.

In what seemed like a long time, these tasted like the best scrambled eggs and waffles I’ve ever tasted. Claire asks “Did I make enough? Everything’s okay?” I tell her “It tastes delicious!” Sean says “It’s great as usual!” Daniel says “You’re the best cook ever!”

Claire says “Looks like you’re getting cozy with this new country life, after all!” I say “Yeah...It’s nice to be far away from everything...feels like we’re the only ones out here...” She says “Well, that’s exactly why we love it. It feels safe, unlike the big city...” Sean says “I get it.” Daniel says “I like it. It’s cool here!” She says “Well, bless your soul. You’d get along good with our neighbors. We try to lend a hand...like to Charles next door...He lost his wife and...things have been hard on him and his son...He would just get lost in Seattle. But we’re all taking care of him here...��

Daniel says “How old is his son?” Claire tells him “I think he’s your age!” He says “Ooh, cool!” After we finish eating, he quickly glances at Claire and then lifts his hand a few inches off the counter. The plates and utensils start stacking together into the middle. Sean and I don’t say anything and he gently sets them down.

Claire walks back over to the island to see how we’re doing. While laughing, she says “And I thought Stephen was a fast eater!” She takes the plates and utensils. Daniel begins “Hey, grandma? I wanted to ask you something...about that locked room upstairs...”

Sean and I look at him. Claire says “I told you there is nothing to see in it, Daniel...” He asks “Why were you in it this morning, then?” She continues “Because there’s a lot of old junk in there, and...Besides, it’s not safe for you to explore, okay?” He says “But we’ll be fine —“ Claire turns away silent.

Claire puts the dishes into the sink. She says “Why don’t you go explore outside? You sure look like you’re getting better. Get some fresh air!” Daniel says “I’ll wait for Sean and (Y/N)! And then we’ll go! We won’t be loud! Promise!” She says “But be careful nobody sees you. Stay in the back, okay?”

Sean waits for Daniel to leave before he says “Maybe you should tell him that it was Karen’s room...” Claire says “It’s just a room now, Sean...Nothing to see...” He tells her “Daniel needs that...He doesn’t know anything about her...” A little sincere, she says “I know, poor thing...but his mother isn’t in there anymore...So nobody goes in the room, okay? I’m serious...”

He asks “Did mom ever contact you? She only talked to dad a few times...then she was gone...” Claire sighs “Yes, she was...You know, Sean, I don’t really want to talk about this anymore. It’s over...Anyway...You have to respect my rules under my roof, okay?” He says “Of course...Always.” I say “Okay.” Claire says “I appreciate that...Now, you both better go find Daniel...”

She starts walking out of the kitchen when she adds, “There’s a shed with some old toys outside...I’ll...bet Stephen has the key.” Sean says “Daniel will freak...” I tell her “Thank you...”

We place our glasses in the sink as Claire sits in her recliner. We start walking around the house. Sean checks on Daniel who is working on homework. I peak out the window near the back door. Then I go over to the aquarium to try and find the fish. Sean comes back into the living room. Claire says “Sorry for getting upset, I...I just don’t feel comfortable talking about all this.” He tells her “It’s...It’s fine, really. We don’t have to.”

The three of us all of a sudden hear a faint pop. I jumped a tiny bit. Claire says “What? He’s letting him play with firecrackers again? Aw, for Christ sakes...”

Sean begins “Hey, Claire...” Claire asks “What’s on your mind, Sean?” He asks “Do you know anything about...dad’s funeral?” She says “There was a service...we couldn’t make it in time, but we sent flowers. I’m sorry, Sean...” He says “It’s okay...I just wanted to make sure...somebody took care of him...” Claire says, sincere “Hopefully...you can go visit him at some point...” He says “At some point...yeah.”

I look up from the aquarium, ask “I hope this isn’t out of line but if you don’t mind me asking, what did you think of him?” Sean says “You can tell me. I won’t get mad.” Claire begins “Well, your father was...He was his own person.” He says “That’s it? I mean...I know you guys didn’t really get along...” She continues “It’s just...Esteban was very different from us. And he never took a single step to change any of that.” I saw that that struck a little nerve with him. He took a few seconds before saying anything. He says “Sounds like dad. He wasn’t one to smooth things over.” Claire says “Trust me, I know the type. But he did raise you boys on his own. Can’t argue with that.” He says “Yeah...He worked his ass off for us...Wish I’d realized that sooner.” She says “Don’t worry, Sean.”

I ask “What’s the story with your neighbor?” Claire explains “Charles? Poor man used to be a basketball coach, but had to move out here after his wife’s passing...He’s got a job at the rail yard now, and...Well, he’s still recovering.” Sean says “Wow...I mean, that’s sad.” She says “We try to give him a hand...Keep an eye on his...drinking problem. His son, Chris, is a little angel, though. I think Daniel would be a good infuence on him...He’s got great role models, after all...” He says “Thanks...” I add “We’re trying our best.” Sean says “Wel...Thanks, Claire.” She says “You are very welcome...It’s always a pleasure.”

Daniel comes into the living room. Sean says to him, “Man. Can you imagine watching a slasher movie out here? Deep in the woods...No one around...” I say “Yeah, that would be really cool.” Daniel says “No way! Too scary...” Still examining the aquarium, I ask “Have you ever seen any actual fish in here?” They say “Never...” Daniel goes over to Claire and asks “Hey, grandma, where are the fish?” She says “Well, there’s only one, and he’s terribly shy...”

Sean sits in a side corner by the TV and pulls out his sketchbook. Daniel and I sit on the couch. He says “Hey! We wanna be in your drawing!” Claire says “Awww, don’t draw me like this, Sean. I’m a mess!” He says “Don’t worry, I’m drawing the whole room.” He begins sketching. She adds “Good. It’s so nice to see you practice, you’re so passionate!”

After he finishes sketching, he says “I’m gonna go see Stephen in his study and get the key.” Daniel says “Cool.” He leaves the room to head to the study. I go and look at the ship in the bottle. I ask “What happened to the ship?” Claire says “Oh, that thing? Stephen made it years ago, but it fell and he doesn’t know how to fix it...” I say “That’s sad...Looks pretty cool, anyway...” She says “Yeah, well...It’s life!” Daniel and I sat back on the couch. We just chit chatted.

Before Sean left the study, Daniel decided to go and hide. He didn’t tell me where he was going. Claire is about to walk out the door when she runs into Sean. I hear her say “Oh, there you are, Sean! Got the key? Hey, I have to go out and run some errands...Can you do me a big favor? Do you know how to work a washing machine?” He tells her “Since I was about 8...” She says “Of course...Can you throw in the clothes from the basket after the next load? They’re in the bathroom.” He says “Totally, yeah...No problem.” She says “Thank you so much...Feel free to start tidying up too, it’s good for the health to keep a house clean.” Sean tells her “Definitely. They can help too.” She says “Oh, and remember, for your own safety, no phone and no internet. I know, I know, boring rules...” He says “Don’t worry, Claire.” The front door opens and then closes.

Sean comes back into the living room. He mentions that he got the key and a little bit of what him and Stephen talked about. He noticed Daniel was gone. He asks “Where’s Daniel?” I tell him “Hiding.” He asks “Want to help me find him?” I say “Of course.”

Sean held a finger up and calls out, “Hey, Daniel! There’s work for you!” From somewhere in the house, he yells back “Uh, no! I’m busy!” I shake my head, smiling. Sean yells back “Busy my ass! Come over here!” He yells while laughing, “You gotta find me first!” Sean says “Jeez...” We check all over the first floor but no luck. Then we head upstairs. We check their bedroom but nothing. Sean points in the direction of the bathroom and says “Shhhh...”

We came up with a quick plan. We noticed the shower curtain closed and the door wide open. I go to the shower curtain and Sean stays kind of hidden in front of the bathroom door. I say “I know you’re in there...” I pull back the curtain but no luck. Daniel comes from behind the door, “BEHIND YOU!” That’s when Sean grabs his arm and says “GOTCHA!” We both laugh. Daniel says “Okay, okay...”

Sean says “No more hiding, seriously!” Daniel says “Okay, okay. What do I have to do?” I tell him “You tidy the mess in your room and we’ll take care of the rest. Cool?” He says “Yeah, sure...it sucks...” He walks out the bathroom and toward their room. Sean says “We know...Thanks.” I help him carry the laundry. I say “All right. Let’s get it over with.” We take the laundry downstairs and put them in the washer. We look at the controls, Sean says “How many programs doses this thing have? Okay. It will do.”

We walk out and go back into the living room. We see Daniel quickly hang up the phone. Sean says, furiously “What the hell are you doing?” Daniel says “What? I just picked up the phone!” He says “You know what, dude? We are not supposed to be here. Who was it?” Daniel says “I don’t know! Some kid! It was just a prank...” I tell him “We know, just...be careful, okay?” Daniel says “Don’t worry!”

We walk to the back door, I say “You guys ready? We can go out, now.” They say “Yes!” We put our winter gear on. I open the back door and we step outside into the snow.

The snow looked beautiful with the sun shimmering off it. There was a slight breeze. We could hear water splashing around from next door. Daniel says “Aawwww! Man, finally! Feels so good to be outside. Reminds me of the cabin. Aowwwwww!” Sean and I join in, “Owwoooooo!” He says “Watch out for the pack!” We walk around the yard and check things out for a few minutes. We head over to the shed. Sean takes the key out of his pocket and tries to unlock the main door. He says “Get ready for storage wars?” I ask “What’s wrong?” He says “Frozen shut! Of course...”

We all of a sudden hear something running through the snow. Daniel says as he points to the house next door, “Look!” We watch as a kid climbs up the steps of his treehouse. One of them breaks and the kid starts to fall. I gasp and place my hands over my mouth. Daniel extends his hand and stops the kid from hitting the ground. I see out of the corner of my eye that Sean pushes Daniel’s arm down as the kid is gently lowered to the ground.

The kid examines his hands. We walk closer to the fence with Daniel fast walking in front. We wave to him. The kid waves back. He asks “Hmmm...uh...Did you see that?” I say “Yeah...We did...It looks like you’re okay, though...” Daniel says “You were almost floating!” The kid says “I-I was...I was! I could feel myself in the air...It-It was awesome...”

The kid had on some sort of costume. Daniel says “That’s an awesome costume...Who’s your favorite superhero? I love...” At the same time, they say “Power Bear!” The kid says “Oh man, I have the Mega Power Bear! You should check it out!” He says “Dude, that’s so cool!”

A man comes running up to the kid, kneels down and places his hands on his shoulders. The man says “Chris, oh god...Look, I am so sorry, are you okay?” They hug. Chris says “Dad, I’m fine! I promise!” Sean and I look at each other concerned. The man says “Are you sure? Listen, I shouldn’t have...”

The man looks over through the fence and notices us standing there. He stands up and puts an arm around his son. He asks “Do you know them?” Chris says “It’s-It’s okay, dad, they’re cool! He loves superheroes! Even Power Bear!” The man says “Ah...gotcha...Hey, there...Are you staying with the Reynolds?” Sean says “Oh...Uh...Yeah. They’re our grandparents.”

The man says “I see...Oh jeez, Chris...you don’t have any damn shoes on. I’m sorry, buddy, let’s get you inside...” Chris says a little defeated, “I, uh...Yeah, okay dad...” The man says “Thanks, guys...Oh, and...uh...if Claire asks, tell her everything is fine...” Sean and I say “Sure...” He adds “No problem.” The man says “Cool. See you around, then.”

Chris gets onto his dad’s back. He says “Thanks, guys...See you later...” Daniel tells him “Yes we will!” We wave to them as they walk back towards their house.

Sean frustratedly, says “Daniel! Did you forget everything about the rules already?” I say “Sean, it’s fine.” Daniel says “Sorry...Did you want me to let him fall? Really?” I calmly tell him, “No, you...You did the right thing. But listen...We can’t let anybody know...We have to keep a low profile out here...” Daniel stuck his tongue out at Sean. He says “He’s like my age...I bet you would have done the same exact thing...Don’t be mad...” Sean tells him “I’m not mad, dude. It’s...It’s over.”

Sean reminds him “Daniel! Remember that we’re hiding out...So no training and no showing off your power...” I tell him “From now on, you stick with us all the time...Okay?” We playfully push each other and walk back towards the shed laughing.

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morethanaprincess-a · 4 years

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@hcpefulmarshmallow asked: [ splash ] (but reversed because sonia is very welcome. also, any verse, go wild.)

Awkward Scenario Prompts

Nearly as soon as the double doors were opened for her at Lotus Entertainment, Sonia Nevermind felt stifled. It wasn't even the multitude of smiling faces, from the CEO and Borghese Family Capo Isabella and the various tutors and instructors not otherwise engaged with trainee and debuted idols alike, or the thick stench of Isabella's Versace perfume. It was a tension in the air, one that broke through the happy expressions and lavished praise upon Hope's Peak's Ultimate Mafia Boss, the current underboss of Europe's most lucrative and successful crime family, and settled upon her shoulders. Sonia had gone from school, to her penthouse condo, and finally to the high-rise in downtown Towa City that served as Lotus' headquarters. From floors devoted to publicity, to dance and recording studios, to the dorms, the structure operated as a one-stop shop for the Japanese idol machine known as Lotus: the only one owned and operated by a woman, and a gaijin woman at that. It was the music industry's most well-known and best-kept secret: it was run by the mafia, and bringing that to the attention of the police or using it as slander was cause for death. After the first dozen mysterious murders, the industry had learned its lesson, as did most of the restaurants, nightclubs, concert halls, shops, anything the Family and their idols needed to keep the recording company and its stars afloat.

But it wasn't enough, at least not for the trainees and idols with less-than-ideal debuts. The students there, all close to Sonia in age, were either signed by their own accord or, far more likely, performing to pay off favors and debts their families had made with the Borgheses. In a desperate attempt to keep their performers pristine, it wasn't uncommon for Borghese soldiers to pay a visit to families their idols never saw, pressuring them to make sure their children provided a good return on their investment and that they wouldn't default on their deals. The pressure was too great, especially for the newest idols to debut. As Sonia smiled, tight-lipped and shifting her weight in her cocktail dress and stiletto heels, one young woman burst out of the crowd of idols who had paused their practices to gawk at the Ultimate Mafia Boss, many not believing she really was eighteen until they laid eyes on her. For most of them, it would be the closest they'd get to the blood family of the Borgheses and its feared Donna, Valentina Borghese.

"M-Miss Sonia!" She sputtered, stopping less than a meter from the blonde. With thin limbs and lank, droopy hair, the combination of strict diet and exercise in order for her to retain her "idol look" had done its damage. Or perhaps it was the sheer stress of it all, settling in dark circles under her eyes, her shaking hands, and a nervous sweat that broke out over her face and arms. "I'm...I'm Yuki, my debut was six months ago? I'm very sorry that my concerts and meet and greets aren't going as well as you'd like, but I'm trying very hard! It's just...it's just that my family has nothing more to send to the company. But I thought that maybe if you listened to my debut songs, maybe play them at a party? That you could help get the word out. I'd be forever grateful!"

Before Sonia could get a word in, the other girl dropped to her knees and fully bowed, prostrating herself before her. She tried her best to stay stern but concern creeped into her blue eyes, accented with black liner and shades of gold shadow to compliment her one-shouldered violet dress, which hugged her form and stopped just above the knee. But the dress was the least of Sonia's problems: right now she had a shaking fifteen year old at her feet, terrified for her family's lives and dripping sweat all over her Jimmy Choos. And she had an air of authority she needed to keep, especially as Isabella was intent on taking her and several of Lotus' far more successful idols out for a meal that night, hoping Sonia would pass on a good word to her mother and perhaps cover up Isabella's indiscretions involving Host Clubs and Pachinko parlors owned by their affiliates, the Kuzuryuu yakuza family. She had to think fast, to assure Yuki that there was no need to fret and if she could, to get some rest.

"Please, there's no need for this," Sonia sighed with a gentle smile, stooping to her knees and taking the girl by her bare arms, pulling her to her feet. "I'll listen to your songs. Do you have a USB drive I can have?"

It was enough to make Yuki squeal with delight, reaching into the pocket of her sweaty tracksuit to produce the stick drive Sonia requested. After thanking the blonde profusely, she quickly bowed to Isabella before darting back into the crowd, tears joining the sweat on her cheeks. Sonia smiled awkwardly, holding the stick between her thumb and forefinger. In the process of comforting the younger girl, her hands and the drive were now covered in sweat.

"Oh goodness, what a mess," Isabella sighed, flicking her dark brown hair over her shoulder. "Yuki's such a basket case, no wonder the fans can't warm to her. Please Sonia, take this and allow me to escort you to a restroom. At this hour, you should not be disturbed while you wash your hands."

"Yes, I'd appreciate that Isabella, thank you," Sonia nodded, watching the woman reach into her handbag for a hankerchief, revealing the inside of her left arm in the process. Like every high-ranking position in the Family, she was branded with a unique flower. In her case, her lotus tattoo in shades of pink and purple stood out against the delicate skin of her forearm, one she hardly paid attention to as she passed the white cloth to Sonia. Unlike plenty of Borghese Family members, Sonia included, she kept her family affiliation in an easily visible place, if just to strike fear in the hearts of idols and idol hopefuls. Wiping at her hands, she followed the woman into the elevator, taking it to the seventh floor, a quieter floor of the building primarily serving as idol apartments. "I imagine this floor should all be at various practices, so you'll be fine. I'll wait for you with the rest of the team on three so we can begin your brief tour and studio updates."

Sonia affirmed her approval before disappearing into the bathroom. The bathing areas were all co-ed, something that only worked and kept the idols distraction-free due to the rule in each and every one of their contracts: dating and sex were strictly forbidden while under contract with Lotus. Only once the door had closed did Sonia sigh deeply, her plastered-on smile turning into a concerned frown. She'd have to bring up Yuki's file once she was home and away from Isabella's prying glances. Surely there was something she could do for her, but to see a girl so close to her in age and so desperate and fearful for her life and those she cared about...it distressed the Borghese heir more than she could ever let on. Slipping the thumb drive into her leather handbag, Sonia moved in the direction of the sinks. But as she turned on the faucet, her eyes widened: the cold tap she now set her hands under was not the only source of running water in the bathroom. The nearest shower, with its glass-paned walls and doors that left little hidden beyond the steam created within, was also running. And it had an occupant.

It was enough to make her head turn, to make her forget about the icy water that streamed over her palms. Through the pockets of steam both in the shower and the rest of the bathroom, Sonia could clearly make out exactly whom she was sharing the facility with: Nagito Komaeda. Nagito, Lotus' most popular idol whose songs, dances, and perhaps most importantly, his good looks seemed to captivate fans across the country of all ages. Sonia had barely talked to him before and yet even she couldn't escape his visage: from giant billboards across Towa City, promoting his next concert or some product endorsement, or the fact that the Ultimate Idol was part of her class at Hope's Peak, Nagito (that was how his fans called him, anyway. Last names were irrelevant. When interviewed by the market research division, it was clear his fans went on a first name basis with him if only to fancy themselves close to him. Preferably as his lover) was, quite literally, everywhere. And now he was here before her, clear glass and steam the only barrier between her gaze and his pale skin, lean physique, fluffy hair, and green eyes that fans and employees at Lotus alike melt with a single look. As the clouds of steam both formed and dissipated, Sonia was treated to a view of his shoulders, the muscles in his upper arms and chest, and clean lines that tapered down his torso to-

Oh hell. She looked. Not that the steam had given her much to see, but Sonia had actually looked there. She needed to finish washing her hands, she needed to leave before-

Sonia swallowed. Before she could finish her train of thought, his green eyes and locked with her blue. With a sharp intake of breath, it was now painfully clear that Nagito Komaeda had caught her looking. At least she could play off the pink color of her cheeks as due to the heat in the bathroom. Didn't he have his own apartments, whether located at Lotus or elsewhere? As the highest-earning idol, it was custom to give private living arrangements as a gift. Why was he using the dormitory bathroom? And why was he running late? He was supposed to be part of the dinner party leaving in thirty minutes. But those were questions she couldn't bring herself to ask in the moment, as she tore her gaze away from his pectorals to his face, though it was a far more difficult task to look him in the eye. Just...just fuck. This is not good.

"I...um....I needed to wash my hands. I needed soap," She quickly clarified for him, her eyes still locked on his as she blindly reached for the hand soap on the edge of the sink.

#more-than-a-princess answered #Awkward Scenario prompts #hcpefulmarshmallow #Talentswap!AU Ultimate Mafia Boss verse #(I love being told I can pick any verse! So much!)#(I have so many I don't use enough)#(And I tend to make up more as I plot with various muns)#(I love more chances to use my mafia girl)#(First post in this verse with Nagito/Sonia deserves a novella)

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Sorry for bothering you, but I couldn't help but wonder, what do you think of Janus' playlist? After several days of analysing it, I'm so overwhelmed with all the emotions towards the snake boy! The character potential, possible development, ideas for fics are just bashing me on the head and heart! I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter. Lots of love and have a good day! P.S. Expect some requests for songfics for sure!

It's not a bother, thank you for asking! Oh I have many feelings, as I usually do for all the playlists but this one...man. Hope you like long answers XD

First just the overall impression is great. I love the sort of contradicting roaring 1920s nihilistic aesthetic. Makes me think of a tired anti-hero, their cape swirling behind them as they turn away from the chaos, knowing they'll have a mess to clean up later but for right now they would very much enjoy a glass of wine. Its smooth. Its jazzy. It's dark. Its nostalgic in a different way from Patton, where instead of tugging softly at your heartstrings it settles a weight on your shoulders. Not in a bad way, just like someone added an extra five pounds of awareness to what you were already carrying, if that makes sense?

He boils down to an emo with class for me and I love it.

I'm not gonna go song by song but heres a few thoughts.

I absolutely love Black Hole Sun being on it as a vintage cover. Soundgarden is such a good band and this song in particular is one of my favorites, right up there with Tighter and Tighter and Spoonman. It's a dark song that has contrasting themes and means different things to different people, which is perfect for Janus' outlook on life and Thomas. And of course the reference to the snake fits right in.

It Seemed The Better Way is one of my favorites on the list. The style of the song and Leonard Cohen's voice reminds of Mark Lanegan's style and is so soothing.

Talking at the same time just made me think of all the Sides talking through a dilemma but really just arguing and talking over one another, contradicting each other and themselves in the process. It makes me want to bang all their heads together and yell "COMMUNICATION BITCH" which I really hope season 3 addresses the important of good and healthy communication and it takes the last side to do it but I digress. It's a song that points out unfairness and frustrating contradictions and I love that the angsty snake likes this song.

Scarlett Johansens Trust On Me is one I'm posting a fanart of soon, it put such a clear image in my head of Janus smoothly talking to Thomas about listening to him and taking care of himself while below surface level hes desperately trying to hold this vision together of everything being fine while the world crumbles. It's just Tbomas walking along with his sides as they smile as the sunshine while Janus is stumbling behind with an old umbrella, batting away dead branches with his staff while everyone else is oblivious.

Mandy Goes To Med School. Janus canonically listens to the Dredston Dolls and no one else I've ever met listens to them or knows who they are and it fills me with unreasonable happiness that someone on the team got this song on the playlist. Many have interpreted this song as back alley abortions and illegal sex changes, both elective surgeries that have consequences if done improperly. I honestly think the bare bones of this song apply to Janus. Percieved "selfishness over selflessness" and the consequences being up in the air for both. A sort of damned if you do, damned if you dont situation, which definitely paints Janus, at least for me, as a world weary tired ex-optimist who's experiences have shaped his perception of the world in a way that can be hard for others to understand. I think this song fits him to a T.

Evil Night Together makes me think of him, Remus and Virgil just having a ball of a night causing chaos together and laughing all the way through. It fills me with a lot of happiness thinking of the idiocy those three got up to when they were on better terms with each other.

Dont Tell Mama...makes me way too excited fr the last dark side. I get this strong feeling from the song the Janus very much works in the shadows, to the point where hes even a bit secluded from the other 'dark sides' to an extent. Maybe the last one is someone who really tries to run the show and wouldnt be pleased with what Janus is trying to do. Not saying Mystery Orange is evil, none of them are.

I feel like You're A Cad is a comment on him and Virgils relationship. The way that they are now, secretive and closed off, a friendship cant really work between them but they keep coming back no matter how many times they broke eachothers trust. I don't think Janus and Virgil hate each other, I just think they need to communicate better like everyone else does but they kept trying without knowing how and hurting each other in the process.

As Far As I Can See feels like a self deprecating view point that all the "dark sides" have and it makes me want to hug not only him but Remus, Virgil and even Orange until they feel even a little bit better. In this house we love and appreciate our good bad boys.

Change. Okay first: the first line of this song is "theres something in the wind" and in Sally's Song on Virgils playlist the first line is "I sense theres something in the wind." Coincidence maybe and probably but I'm holding out for Remus' for the third. 'Lately, I've been thinkin' it's just someone else's job to care Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn?' is such an OOF I just cant. I strongly feel like this is Janus rethinking what his purpose could possibly be if no one is willing to listen. Could apply to Logan too but he has Erase Me already so.....

Come Little Children by Erutan. That's it, Janus also canonically also listens to the Willow Maid and cries the first time he heard no you cant change my mind. He also watches Hocus Pocus every year and loves it. Remus joins him. Virgil did when they were on better terms. You also cant change my mind on this. I think this song is just commenting on how Janus hides the truth for Thomas so he can see the world from a better perspective than what it actually is. Self preservation and lying to ourselves and all that.

Into The Unknown from Over the Garden Wall I think is telling us everything is changing and revealing itself the farther we go with Thomas' dilemmas. They're all stemming from somewhere so where will we end up? Who can say, but in the meantime aren't the lies we're telling ourselves pretty? Janus is observing everything falling apart and hoping he isn't lying when he tells himself everything will work itself out. Only time will tell. It's a sad, longing note to end the playlist on, but it's very fitting.

Overall this playlist cements the fact the the Angst Train really just said "Choo choo mothfucker" and steamrolled on regardless of the fact that were stuck on the tracks. And I love it.

Janus is a sad, angsty boy tired of everyone's bullshit and honestly just wants everyone to get along so he can finally sit back and play his game cube without his gloves on in the common room of the mindscape without being hissed or glared at, and is that really too much to ask? Also, he's crying in the art on spotify, with such a resigned look on his face and I just...my heart.

Sorry this is so long, like I said I have a lot of feelings. Add your own thoughts if you like, you and anyone else who wants to. This is my interpretation of only some of the songs so of course there are more and different things worth mentioning. This is a judgement free blog where all opinions are welcome.

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