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yoon-kooks · 11 months

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seven tattoos later | jjk

🐰pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x tattooartist!reader

🐰genre: fluff, smut

🐰summary: if the hottest fuck boy in town made it a point to visit your little tattoo studio every week, how many tattoos would it take to make you fall in love with him?

🐰word count: 3.3k

🐰warnings: unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, sex on the couch, doggy, hes big and rough, lip tattoos, hickeys, lil bit of drinking, hes so annoying in this im so sorry

As you close up for the night, you look out the window and count at least four couples out for a dog walk. It’s past eight, but still warm and bright out. It’s like the sun never stops shining. Summer sucks like that.

Maybe you’d appreciate the sun a little more if you had a puppy to walk or at least a handsome guy friend to drag you outside so you aren’t just rotting away in your empty tattoo studio on a Friday night. Everyone’s apparently on vacation or getting married in Hawaii or something, so work’s been exceptionally slow this week. Fuck summer.

It’s lonely.

You might even miss Jeon Jungkook, the last person you ever expected to get along with. The first time he walked into your studio, he didn’t waste any time in hitting on you and making it painfully obvious. You were convinced he only walked in and got a tattoo that day because he thought you’d be an easy lay.

That was around two months ago.

“What do you think would look good on me?” he’d asked while scrolling through your portfolio. You knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to take in his good looks, imagine the carved out physique beneath that leather jacket. That’s what guys like him do. And he was far from the first male client to ask you that. He wasn't special.

“I don’t know, maybe like a bunny or a duckling?” You just said the first things that came to mind—your two favorite animals. You didn’t give a flying fuck about what design would actually look good on someone you’d just met. Your icy heart definitely doesn’t warm up to people that quickly no matter how hot they are.

“Bunnies are cute,” he said without hesitation. You swear he was staring right at the dainty bunny tattoo on your collarbone. Then he tapped the top of his left hand, the one without all the other tattoos. “I’ll take one right here.”

At the time, you didn’t think he was serious. (He was serious.)

“So, for touch-ups and stuff, it’d probably be good if I had your number, yeah?” he asked, leaning against the counter and admiring the final product on his hand. Him and his cocky ass smile. It’s annoying how hot he is. Unfair, too.

After inputting your number into his phone, you needed to make one thing very clear: “Send me a dick pic and I’ll tattoo all of your exes’ names on your forehead.”

“I promise no dick pics,” he chuckled. He must’ve taken your threat as a cute little joke. “But I would like to take you out sometime.”

For a moment, you just stared at his handsome face. Everything about him was bright and shiny. His pretty eyes, the art wrapped around his arm, that confident smile. The sun had nothing on him.

But the thing is, you knew better than to trust guys like him. They’re always saying shit they don’t mean. And you were tired of being let down by those empty words.

What would make Jeon Jungkook any different from the fuck boys who’ve burned you in the past?

You didn’t know enough about him to answer that question, but you also weren’t willing to get to know him.

It was for the best.

So after you politely declined the invitation, the boy nodded, waved farewell, and jogged out the door. At least he was decent enough to accept his fate and move right along. (He wasn’t.)

Just when you thought you’d gotten rid of him, he spun around. “See you next week for the touch-up, Y/N.”

He was still smiling like an idiot. You didn’t understand why.

“You’re not gonna need a touch-up in a week,” you shouted back as he dashed off. Fast little fucker. You doubt he heard you, but it didn’t really matter. With all those other tattoos, he already knew how touch-ups worked.

Besides, what were the odds of him showing his pretty face again after rejection? Every other client you turned down never came back. Not even for a touch-up.

You didn’t believe for a second Jeon Jungkook would be back.

A week later, he proved you wrong and waltzed right back in like you never rejected his ass. Of course he did. The week after that, he had three of your designs etched into his hand. And he just kept coming back for more, week after week.

Somewhere along the way, you learned he’s a wedding photographer, an artist like you. He’s shown you his photos a few times even after you specifically said you hate weddings. The photos were gorgeous, though. As much as weddings make you want to gag, the sweet moments he captured had the reverse effect. Somehow, you were envious of what those couples had.

You’ve also overcome the impossible task of learning to tolerate his dumb humor. It’s probably because his laugh and smile are so contagious. He won’t stop running his mouth until he sees you smile either, especially when you’re having a bad day. Your cheeks hurt whenever he’s with you.

Fast forward two months and he now has a total of seven of your tattoos. It feels weird not seeing him this week, not breathing in his woodsy cologne, not leaving your mark on his perfect skin. But you suppose that’s just what happens when the guy who’s been annoying the shit out of you suddenly goes to Hawaii. The withdrawal symptoms are kicking in.

Your world is a whole lot quieter. It’s peaceful for once. And yet, you miss that chaotic idiot.

Fuck summer. Fuck people who get married in Hawaii.

Your phone buzzes just as you finish cleaning up. Hopefully it’s someone who wants to book an appointment. (It’s not.)

When you read “jungcock,” you roll your eyes with the faintest smile—the perfect example of your clashing feelings for the boy.

jungcock🥴 [8:24PM] “Got time for me tonight?🫦”

Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “arent you supposed to be in hawaii rn?”

Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “and dont use that emoji ever again”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “I’d never choose Hawaii over you😌”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “(They called off the wedding)”

jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “🫦”

[8:25PM] [jungcock🥴 is now blocked]

[8:31PM] [You’ve unblocked jungcock🥴]

jungcock🥴 [8:31PM] “Is that a yes?”

Y/N🐰 [8:31PM] “i hate you a lot”

jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “Hear me out”

jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “What if😳👉👈 I brought snacks?”

Y/N🐰 [8:34PM] “fine”

You groan and shove your phone back into your pocket. Sometimes you wonder how you let this dork finesse his way into your life. Where did you go wrong?

Jungkook arrives at your studio ten minutes later with your favorite peace offerings—soju and pancakes. Ah yes, this is how he finessed his way to the top.

“Ooh snacks,” you hum as if you didn’t believe in his ability to pick something up on the way over. “What kind of pancakes did you get?”

“Your favorite, obviously,” he nods, handing you the warm box and a fork. There’s something about the way he crosses his arms, as though he’s just waiting to catch your reaction when you open it. Why does he look so fucking proud of himself?

“I never told you my favorite pancakes.” You raise a brow. The only thing you told him was your favorite pancake place. But they have like a million different options, ranging from classic (blueberry and chocolate chip) to fancy (tiramisu and that edible gold stuff). There’s no way he can magically guess your favorite pancake.

“Just open it.” He gives you his idea of a “playful shove” on the shoulders, which would’ve knocked you over with the pancakes if he hadn’t grabbed a hold of your wrist. He was definitely that annoying kid on the playground who chased around all the girls he had a crush on.

You mumble on about him being too rough as you open the box. To your surprise, it’s strawberries and whipped cream drenched in red syrup on top of a fat stack of pancakes—aka your favorite pancakes.

You look up from the mountain of strawberries and tilt your head at the boy like a confused puppy.

“I asked the waitress with the purple hair what you normally order,” he explains.

“Okay, but she doesn’t know me by name. How’d you describe me to her?”

He takes a few steps closer until you get a whiff of that woodsy cologne you missed so much. You feel the tips of his fingers trace along your collarbone. He’s not so rough anymore. In fact, the warm caress just barely grazes your skin, as if to tease your body. You’ve always lowkey looked forward to that tiny bit of warmth while working on his tattoos. Maybe he’s always been aware.

“I called you a cutie with a bunny tattoo.” His nose scrunches when he smiles this time, giving your skin one last poke. “She knew it was you when I showed her the one on my hand.”

Of course Jeon Jungkook walked into your favorite pancake place pretending to be your boyfriend. Of course he did something as embarrassing as showing off what appears to be matching tattoos. All for the sake of bringing you your favorite pancakes on an otherwise shitty summer night.

“Now she’ll think we have matching tattoos,” you say softly, shoving his chest. “How am I supposed to show my face in there ever again?”

“Hey, I don’t have a problem with the whole matching tattoos thing.” He puts his hands up to protect his chest from your wrath in case you’re feeling feisty. “I’ll just pick it up for you again.”

You’re not feeling feisty, so you give the boy a thumbs-up and bring him over to the couch in the back corner of the studio where you usually eat or take naps.

At long last, you stab a piece of pancake and strawberry and coat it in whipped cream before shoving it into your mouth. It’s delicious. “Is it mean if I say I’m glad the Hawaii wedding was canceled?”

“Because you’d be lonely without me here?” he teases.

“No, it’s because you bought me free pancakes, you simp,” you grin, handing off the fork to the simp so he too can get a taste of heaven. He passes you the soju in return even though you’re already feeling a little giggly.

“It’s not free,” he denies. “I’m supposed to be here for another tattoo, remember?”

After a tiny sip, you set the green bottle aside and grab Jungkook’s hand with both of yours. It looks so silly with all your tattoos surrounding the cute little bunny in the middle. He’s silly for letting you do that to him.

“I don’t think there’s any more room on your hand for another one,” you giggle. “Where am I gonna tattoo you next?”

You wonder how many tattoos he has under his clothes. Maybe he’s already got them all over the place. Then, eventually, his body will run out of space and you won’t be able to tattoo him anymore. That would suck. You kinda like his company.

“What about a lip tattoo?” you chirp, tapping on his lower lip with your index finger. When he doesn’t swat you away, you tug down on his lip ring to check for a hidden tattoo there. Nothing. “I have one.”

“You do?” His eyes immediately fall on your red strawberry lips. You pull down your lower one for him to see tiny black letters that read “bad girl.”

“My ex did it. I was supposed to tattoo ‘bad boy’ on his lip, but he chickened out,” you shrug. “Isn’t that crazy?”

“Wait, I thought you can’t stand matching tattoos?” He’s such a good listener. Boyfriend material.

“I didn’t have anything against them up until that point,” you hum as you play with his wavy hair. The perm is cute on him. “But that’s basically when my perspective changed.”

That’s when you lost faith in men. When you grew to hate the idea of marriage. When you started rejecting every guy who approached you, even if he was half as hot as Jeon Jungkook.

“Well fuck your ex,” he frowns. Yeah, fuck him. No, wait. Your ex isn’t the one you want to fuck right now. “You’ve convinced me. The next tattoo I’m getting is a lip tattoo.”

“Got any design ideas for what you want there?” You climb into his lap, cup his chin with one hand, and play with his lip piercings some more. You’ve never been this up close and personal with Jungkook, but you like it. You can already feel his cock hardening beneath you through your leggings.

“Your lips,” he says without hesitation. Cheesy, but you’ll take any excuse right now to close the gap between you and him.

Just like that, something clicks in your body, and your lips just find their way to his. You’re not sure how much of it is alcohol and how much is your actual feelings for the boy, but it doesn’t really matter. Not when the kiss tastes like strawberry pancakes. It’s perfect.

You throw your arms over his shoulders as he kisses back. He’s already got his hands slipped up the back of your little tank top.

Your hips start to roll against him.

“Should we close the blinds?” he asks against your lips. “Unless you like an audience.”

You glance at the window. The sun is finally going down, but of course people are still walking their dogs. Maybe they didn’t get the memo that it’s officially fucking hours, not dog walking hours.

Normally, you’d be all for closing the blinds and turning out the lights, but your ass is nice and comfy in his lap and you’d rather not change that. Plus the back of the couch should hide 90% of what’s going on.

You shed your tank top off and toss it onto the coffee table next to the unfinished pancakes. His big eyes flick to your lacy black bralette.

“Let them watch.” You press your lips into his neck and suck away like a vampire. The hickeys you’re about to leave him with will have to make do as temporary tattoos for now. You’re not gonna have time to tattoo him tonight.

“You sure you want people to see you so desperate and needy like this?” he asks as you wiggle out of your leggings. His hands immediately find your ass and give it a good squeeze.

“I’m not needy,” you whine, your naughty hand feeling how large his cock is through his joggers.

“I think you’re pretty needy, Y/N.” Two fingers slip past your thong and spread the wet lust between your legs. He has the biggest smirk on his face as your body squirms to his touch. You do everything in your power to hold back a gasp. “Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”

Yes, but you’re not going to admit it. Ever.

“No way,” you answer with confidence. He helps you out of his lap and you let him prop you up on your hands and knees so he can get a good look at your ass. “This is just my way of thanking you for the pancakes since we both know you aren’t getting that lip tattoo tonight.”

“The lip tattoo can wait.” You feel your thong drop to the couch where it belongs. Two very strong hands hold you at the waist. “You’re my number one priority tonight.”

As he fills you with his cock, you’re already melting to the heat between your legs. Your weak little arms lose all their strength. You reach for your fluffy white cloud pillow to muffle your moans and let him do all the work from behind.

The tight hold he has on you is a mix of possessiveness and all the sexual tension built up over the past two months. You wonder how many times he thought about bending you over and fucking you silly in the midst of getting a cute little frog tattoo. You’ve seen the way his lustful eyes look at you during his appointments. You’re not that oblivious.

“Nice ass tattoo, by the way.” He pinches the bit of skin with two pink butterflies. You’d always regretted that one because not everyone shares the same appreciation for it, but that tiny love pinch made it all worth it. “You and your cute little tattoos.”

He slides in and out, pounding your deepest spot, and drawing a pathetic whimper from your throat every few seconds. Doesn’t help that he has a finger or two rubbing away at your swollen little clit. That’s when you realize you’ve been missing out on amazing sex for far too long. Seven whole tattoos. That’s how long it took before you gave in.

He’s already rougher now than the playful shove that nearly knocked you over earlier. Good.

This is exactly what you need after such a boring work week.

“What would you be doing now if I were taking wedding pictures in Hawaii?” His voice is getting breathier. He’s working hard out there.

“Gagging at all the romantic shit you’d be sending me.” Even if he weren’t physically there with you, you know he’d still find a way to be annoying. He’d let you know he’s still thinking of you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you gag tonight.” You don’t have to turn around to know he’s got that dumb smirk on his face. “Maybe another time. If you’re into that.”

Your response is a soft moan into the pillow. The thought of his cock shoved down your throat isn’t as repulsive as you would’ve thought two months ago. Giving head isn’t usually your thing, but you’re open to trying it with him. You’re glad he can’t see you lick your lips.

He doesn’t slow down either, instead picking up the pace and going harder. Your fingers dig into the pillow, your whole body dripping in pleasure. It feels too good.

“Mm, Jungkook,” you pant like a poor puppy with your ass up in the air. Your little clit can’t take much more of his fingers. You’re so close.

“Thought you couldn’t stand me,” he teases as you tighten around him. He’s so annoying! During sex, too. “And now you’re about to cum for me?”

“Fuck you,” you gasp as the wave of pleasure passes through you. His fingers and cock help you ride out the high. He’s lucky he’s a sweet guy with a strong sex game. Otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen for his annoying ass.

As soon as he pulls out, he flips you onto your back, staring down at you with his cock in hand. A few extra pumps along his length is all he needs to get his release and drizzle your belly with his creamy glaze.

He climbs over you to give you a soft peck on the lips. You’ve been with a lot of fuck boys before, but you can’t remember any of them kissing you once the sex was done and over with.

This boy is different.

He lets you lie there, basking in the afterglow as he searches the studio for a clean towel. When he finally gets ahold of one, he offers a hand to help you sit up and gets you cleaned up.

“All jokes aside, I’m happy you were here tonight,” you say in a tiny voice. “Fuck Hawaii weddings.”

He chuckles in his usual adorkable way. “You should come to a wedding with me sometime—when I’m not working, of course. Maybe you won’t hate them as much as you think.”

You lean in for another kiss. There’s still a hint of pancake on his tongue, but it's even sweeter. “Sure.”

The corners of his lips curve upward in satisfaction. The annoying little shit is about to jump out. You can feel it. (The annoying little shit does not jump out.)

“Now finish your pancakes,” he smiles. For once, it’s not him looking all smug and shit. And it’s really endearing.

Somehow, he just keeps proving you wrong. In a good way.

You look at your favorite pancakes on the table and wave them off. “Nah, I’m good.” Once more, you scoot your ass onto him and press a finger to his lip. “I think I like the taste of you better.”

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watchmegetobsessed · 6 months

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THE USUAL

A/N: i fell down a rabbithole of AI pics and this was inspired by those👀

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: It's a slow day at the diner, everyone is in a post-Christmas haze. However yours clears up when your favorite stranger shows up, smug as always but this time some nasty bruises are all over his handsome face.

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The days after Christmas feel like you’re just floating through the void. Nothing feels real, you have no sense of time and it’s all a blur.

This year you’re working on the 27th, most of your colleagues have families so you wanted them to have an extra day at home. All that’s waiting for you at home is your leftover takeout, unfolded laundry and reruns of Home Alone. Working at least gets you out of your cave.

It’s always a slow day, the diner is almost entirely empty, only a few of the regulars are occupying their usual spots by the counter or in their booth. It’s just you and Molly, the college girl waiting tables, she was keen on escaping her family as soon as possible after the holidays, and then Jeff is back in the kitchen probably playing on his phone, because it’s so dead here.

You like to keep yourself busy even when there’s nothing to do. Wipe down the tables, rearrange the shelves, get rid of old receipts from behind the counter. In a weird way this place feels like a second home, you’ve spent most of your time here the past three years, working 50 hours a week usually. Of course you like to keep it clean and organized.

You’re watering the plants when you near the booth in the corner and you can’t help but think of who usually occupies it. You can see his signature smile in front of you, the way his eyes follow your every move, his smooth voice is ringing in your ears as he greets you. You know so many tiny details about him, yet you know he is just a stranger. You know his name, his order, you know how you get butterflies in your stomach every time the bell rings above the door and you see him walk in, but nothing more.

He is a mystery. A very handsome one, might you add.

It’s been weeks since the last time he wandered into the diner, but still, every time a tall curly haired man walks inside, for a split second you think it’s him, as if you’re expecting him to show up.

A family of four comes in around five so at least you have a table to tend, they order hamburgers and pancakes and you listen to the kids rave about the gifts they got from Santa.

Once they leave you clean up after them and grab the trash to take out. You’re mindlessly humming the song that was playing inside as you drag the bags out to the back where the containers are. The lighting is not the best out here, you’re usually cautious when you step out after sunset, but somehow you’re too caught up in your thoughts to look around this time. So when you throw one of the bags into the container and a tall figure steps closer from somewhere next to it, you jump with a squeak.

“Not even a proper scream, Darling? What if it was someone else?”

Harry, your mysterious stranger walks over to you with a charming smirk, his hands hidden in the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Shut up, why were you hiding there?!” you scold him with a hand on your chest as you wait for your pulse to slow down.

“Was just having a cig, no hiding.”

“Why didn’t you come inside?”

“Mm, I think I need the cold air right now.”

It’s only now that you notice the nasty bruise on the side of his face. A curl is kind of covering it, but it’s noticeably there and very likely fresh. There’s a cut too, obviously bloody and it hasn’t been treated.

“Harry…” you breathe out as you step closer and without hesitation, you reach up, brush his hair out of his face to see his wound. The pad of your finger touches the cut and his face flinches the tiniest bit before he moves his head away, the smug look back on his face.

“Nothing to worry about.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“And you’re worrying,” he cheekily replies.

“What happened?”

“Just a bit of a disagreement,” he shrugs his shoulders.

Your gaze moves down his arms subconsciously, because somehow, deep down you know that if someone did this to him, there’s no way he didn’t fight back. And if he did, then his hands…

He notices you staring at his hidden hands and with a defeated sigh he pulls them out, revealing his bruised knuckles.

“Nothing to worry about?!” you snap as you take his right hand, running the pad of your thumb over the dark red, purple and almost black marks gently.

“It’ll heal. Not my first rodeo.”

It was supposed to be a joke, you see the smirk on his face, but it just bubbles anxiety in the pit of your stomach, thinking of all the times he ended up beaten up before. You feel silly for caring so much, it shouldn’t matter, but you can’t help it.

“Hey,” he says, seeing the look on your face, his voice now soft and tender as his bruised hand takes yours. “I’m fine, really. I didn’t mean to worry you, that’s why I didn’t go inside.”

“Then why did you come here?”

You look him in the eyes as he hesitates before answering.

“Wanted to see you. I saw you through the window and decided not to go inside. I was about to leave when you came out.”

He sounds honest and you’re not sure what to think of his words. He gets into a fight, comes here to see you but then doesn’t come inside so you don’t see his wounds. Why did he come here? Were you his first thought?

“Let me clean that cut up,” you then say, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach that are now very much awake.

“No need, Darling. I’ll be fine–”

“I know you’re a big boy and you’ll be fine on your own, but let me do this one thing so I’ll worry less about you.”

His lips press together into a thin line before he finally nods. He lets go of your hand and grabs the other trash bag you dropped when he came out of the dark, he throws it into the container and gestures for you to go inside, he’ll be following you.

It’s still just as dead inside as before, so no one notices when you bring him into the restroom that’s for the staff. He closes the toilet seat and sits on top, watching you snatch the first aid kit from under the sink.

“How was Christmas?”

He asks while you grab everything you need from the kit and angle his head so you see the cut clearly. It looks worse in the light, but you swallow down your theories of how he got it and just start to clean it.

“Fine. Quiet.”

“No big family get together?”

“No family,” you correct him with a straight face and you see the surprise on his face. He stays quiet for a bit before speaking up again.

“You spent it alone?”

“Yeah.”

“What about friends?”

“Don’t have many. I’m usually working. I like my colleagues but we’re not close enough to spend Christmas together,” you explain with a shrug, gently tapping a cotton ball drenched in alcohol on the cut, earning a hiss from him. His hand comes up to your hip out of instinct and you stop at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin. His grip is firm and warm and it makes you think of how it would feel if you weren’t wearing your uniform.

Your eyes lock with his for a second before he removes his hand.

“Sorry.”

You just shake your head, almost disappointed at the lack of his touch, but force yourself to return to the cut.

“So then spend Christmas with me next year,” he speaks up after a while, the corners of his mouth curling up in a cheeky grin.

“Sure,” you chuckle.

“I’m serious. We can have a feast, watch Christmas movies, anything you want.”

“Don’t you have anyone to spend the holidays with?”

“I’m usually with friends, but I would trade that in a heartbeat to be with you.”

Oh fuck, he is so smooth!

He is definitely turning you into a giddy little girl, as if he knew what to say to make you melt, but you try your best to mask just how much his words affect you. Shaking your head with a smile you just continue tending to his wound without a word.

“Ow, she is silent, not a good sign,” he teases you as you put on a few butterfly bandages on the cut to help it heal prettier. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Nope,” you shake your head avoiding looking at him. “And you’re all done.”

You turn back to the sink, busying yourself with packing up the kit, but you see him standing up in the mirror and stepping right behind you, so close that if you leaned just a tiny bit back, you’d bump against his chest.

“Y/N, would you look at me with those pretty eyes, please?” he asks and you have to take a deep, shaky breath before forcing yourself to look up and meet his gaze in the mirror. He brings his face down a bit, so his cheek brushes against the side of your head and you finally give in.

Moving your weight back you lean against him and his arms curl around your waist instantly, as if he’s been waiting for this all along. His embrace is welcoming, warm and you fit into his arms perfectly.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

“It’s just a few bandages,” you whisper.

“No, not for that. Thank you for caring, Y/N.”

Your knees would probably give up if he wasn’t holding you up. His words sink into your mind and burn into your memory forever. Even if you never see him again, you’ll remember this moment for the rest of your life, how he just made you feel, how the connection felt unbreakable and irresistible.

Not able to speak, you just let yourself sink further in his hold, turning your head a bit so his lips meet with your forehead. You’re not sure if they just brush against your skin or he kisses you, you’re burning up way too much to decide but whichever it is, it’s just drawing you even closer to him.

His hands move to your hips and he gently turns your body until you’re facing him, wedged between him and the sink. His eyes find yours again and you imagine a thousand possible things that could happen right now. Yet, when he opens his mouth, the words still surprise you.

“I care about you too.”

Your lips part and you suck on your breath. Maybe it’s his charm, maybe it’s the force pulling you towards him or maybe it’s how long you’ve been on your own, but you feel so weak yet so courageous in this moment. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you know what’s about to come and you are so ready–

“Y/N? You in there?”

Molly’s voice is coming from outside with a knock on the door, completely shattering the moment.

“Yeah,” you call out. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that woman, Jo, I think? She’s here and she only wants you to take her order.”

Jo is a regular and she always insists on having you as her waitress, because she thinks only you know how to put her order in right. You do nothing differently, but she doesn’t know that.

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

You wait until you hear her footsteps go down the hallway. Harry moves back just enough so that he is not pressed up against you anymore and he runs his thumb over his bottom lip while you put the first aid kit away.

“I need to go back.”

“I know,” he smiles at you. “Is my booth free?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I’m feeling quite hungry.”

His eyes return to your lips and you know he is not talking about the food right now and you wish to have just a little more time with him right now, but you need to go out.

“You can’t come out from here,” you simply tell him. So when you step out of the restroom you turn him towards the back door and give him a push. You hear his chuckle, but he doesn’t protest, just walks out.

When you return Molly is eyeing you with suspicion and you wonder if she heard Harry’s voice in the restroom before knocking, but you ignore her and start stacking the glasses.

The front door opens, the bell rings and you don’t have to look up to know that it’s Harry.

“Good evening, ladies,” he greets you and you finally glance at him only to see that smug smirk on his face as he walks over to his usual booth and slides in.

“I assume you’re taking him, right?” Molly asks with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you say, grabbing a menu even though you know what he’ll order and walking over to his booth with your notepad and pen you stop by the table and look at him, unable to hold back a smile. “What can I get you?”

“The usual, Darling.”

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Rumor has it (Part 2) | Tom Blyth

pairing: Tom Blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary: Ever since the premiere of tbosas fans of yours have been shipping you with your costar, Tom Blyth. Is it all just rumors or were they right all along?

a/n: Thank you so much for the support on part 1 of Rumor has it as I said before I plan on making it into a mini series so if anyone is interested let me know so I can tag you! Feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

tomyndaily New bts photos of Tom YN and Rachel who can be seen sharing the same jacket via instagram stories @tomblyth @ynusername @rachelzegler

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user1 not them all sharing one jacket while filming skskskskksksksk

user2 I wonder who stole it from who first 🤔

↳ user3 I’m pretty sure YN stole it from Tom since she was also seen wearing his purple flower sweater in the past

↳ tomyndaily can confirm the proof is posted in stories

↳ user1 tomyn shippers are literally the embodiment of “pics or it didn’t happen” I love them for that

user4 shipping aside I love how comfortable their friendship is with each other it’s so wholesome

↳ user1 facts we need tom x yn x rachel content more often

snowontop prepare for more tomyn edits #tomyn #tomynedit @tomblyth @ynusername

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user1 not the tomyn effect taking over the editing community

↳ user2 as it should be

↳ snowontop slowly becoming a tomyn stan account as we speak

user4 tomyn tbosas era is my comfort place

↳ user5 same!!!

↳ user2 we need more tomyn eras

user3 fav platonic soulmates 💖

↳ user6 platonic? I thought they were dating irl…

↳ snowontop even if they aren’t this edit is just for fun

ynusername this is what I came back to while doing reshoots @tomblyth @rachelzegler I can’t with you two

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user1 idk how yn was able to keep a straight face while filming with them I wouldn’t be able to control myself 😆

↳ ynusername it wasn’t easy but that’s why I’m an actress

↳ user1 mother has spoken

↳ user4 facts

user2 seems like all the chaos happens at YN’s trailer

↳ user4 we love the chaotic energy

↳ ynusername that’s what happens when you share a trailer with Tom

↳ user2 alcjkajwkwjvjjwjjdjkwjc

↳ user1 they shared clothes and a trailer too… I wonder what else they’ve shared 👀

rachelzegler This is nothing compared to the prank you and Tom pulled on me last time 🙃

↳ user3 prank? what prank?

↳ user4 I think Rachel mentioned it in a interview where YN and Tom put a fake body in her trailer after filming

↳ user1 they really are chaotic besties

yntomsources Get someone that looks at you the way @tomblyth looks at @ynusername

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user1 the caption is real

↳ user2 if I was in a room with YN I’d be looking at her that way too

user4 we understand you Tom

user3 when was this taken?

↳ yntomsources it’s their press interview from earlier today

user5 love them together can’t wait to see more interviews soon

↳ yntomsources follow us for more updates since the press tour has just started!!!

#tom blyth #tom blyth x you #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth fanfiction

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luvhughes43 · 6 months

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instagram official | blake hughes au

blake hughes masterlist

blake.hughes

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blake.hughes life lately :)

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jackhughes suit jacket looks a lil familiar...🧐

blake.hughes oh really?😁

nicohischier whoevers jacket it is has really nice taste! liked by blake.hughes

trevorzegras 🤭🤭

user00 wtf are u giggling about?

blake.hughes wait trev do u know?

trevorzegras yea jack called a mandatory ft a few days ago

blake.hughes omfg??

trevorzegras im happy for u goldie!

user01 BLAKE WATCH OUT!!! THERES A MAN BESIDE U!!

user02 blakes got a bf? omg im so happy for her

user03 monroes the cutest cat omfg

user04 wait can we acknowledge trevor calling blake goldie? what is that

user05 its been a thing for awhile now! he started calling her goldie after she won olympic gold! he mentioned it in an interview or something i think

user04 NICO NICO NICO

nicohischier

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nicohischier Happy Holidays!😈❤️

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jackhughes 🔥🔥

blake.hughes 😈

user09 using the "😈" when soft launching ur teammates sister is crazy

user10 waittt who's he dating?

user09 streets are saying hes dating blake hughes! she recently posted a soft launch AND she was caught liking thirst edits of him😭

user10 oh theyre so unserious😭😭

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blake.hughes added to their story !

nicohischier posted one minute ago!

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nicohischier the best december :)

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blake.hughes :)

blake.hughes you make me beyond happy

nicohischier Du bringst mich zum Lächeln❤️

jackhughes nice but was the last pic really necessary?

nicohischer my bad

lhughes_06 does this mean I get to call you dad now?

jackhughes no

_quinnhughes no

user17 BLAKE???????

user18 OMFG ITS CONFIRMED THEY BOTH POSTED

user18 at the same time too like thats soulmatism😭🙏

user19 nicos reply in german... im gonna kms theyre so cute wtf😭

blake.hughes posted 1 minute ago!

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blake.hughes my nico<3

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jackhughes … yours🤨

jackhughes pretty sure he was mine first bud

blake.hughes right but out of the two of us, who does he spend his nights with?

jackhughes WOAH?????

trevorzegras i think he’s ALL of ours

jackhughes no

blake.hughes no

nicohischier my girl❤️

trevorzegras 👽🍿

blake.hughes ok

_quinnhughes FINALLY🙏

jackhughes ?

_quinnhughes i’ve been waited for MONTHS for them to go ig official you don’t understand

jackhughes how tf did you find out so soon? Dawson literally told me like 2 weeks ago

_quinnhughes I know everything.

jackhughes alright mr. “i don’t really consider myself someone who knows what’s going on”

_quinnhughes they probably could’ve made out in front of you and you still wouldn’t have realized… mr. “I didn’t know there was a city in New Jersey”

trevorzegras Trevor ZEGRAS🧡

user20 in every pic of blake and nico hes always touching her in some way... like he loves her so bad they are my parents

user21 THE WAY BLAKE LOOKS AT NICO IM GOING TO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE THEY LOOK SO IN LOVE

user22 oh to be a fly on the wall when jack found out about the news...

user23 bro was definitely pouting he has such intense middle child syndrome

user24 MY NICO... MY GIRL??? ?OHHH ITS SO OVER THEY'RE SO DAMN CUTE

user25 i'm so glad that blake is happy after everything that happened... she deserves it the most<33

user26 NICO AND BLAKE ARE FR DATING??? WHY WHY WHY WHY

user27 ? get serious

#blake hughes au #nico hischier fic #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader #trevor zegras x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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halsteadlover · 7 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

*Gif and pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: being away most of the time, Charles is not always there to give you what you need so you decide to take the matter in your hands… But with a little help.

• Warnings: masturbation (f), use of vibrator, oral sex (fem receiving), swearing, unprotected sex (what can I say I’m a sucker BUT USE PROTECTION YOU GUYS).

• Word count: 3192.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. Here is my first Charles fic, I’m so nervous about it so please have some mercy 😭 I really hope you’ll like it, let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog if you want. Sending lots of love to all of you ❤️

When Charles turned the keys in the door lock he didn't immediately announce his presence, wanting to surprise you.

He put the bag on the ground and took off his jacket, but it was him who was caught completely off guard when he heard sounds that could only be moans.

He froze in place, his heart immediately starting to beat wildly in his chest.

What the fuck?

There was no doubt they were your moans, he would’ve recognized them from a mile away. For an instant the world collapsed on him, already projecting into his head you fucking with someone else on the bed you shared.

With silent steps and trembling legs he approached your bedroom, noticing the open door and immediately mentally breathing a sigh of relief in realizing you were the only one there.

He knew you’d never do something like that to him but he couldn't control the heart attack fear almost caused him.

However, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he realized what you were doing. You were leaning back on the bed frame, your shirt pulled up enough to leave your breasts exposed, you were naked from the waist down, legs spread and the vibrator in your hands.

Charles leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes were glued to you. You didn’t noticed his presence, your eyes half closed as you let yourself be carried away by the pleasure.

“Oh Charles… Yes…”

Pleasure coursed through your veins as the vibrations radiated all over your pussy.

That evening you were particularly needy and horny and Charles wasn't home as he was away for the Mexican GP and would be back the next day. Unfortunately you had a lot of work to do so you couldn’t join him and saying you were missing him like crazy was an understatement.

“Oh yes.” A small moan escaped your lips, your eyes closed as you let yourself be carried away by the sensations. It felt good, you couldn’t deny it, but it wasn’t Charles.

God, only him knew how to touch you. He knew every button to press to make you completely lose your mind, he knew how to give you such overwhelming pleasure it’d make you lose the ground beneath your feet and your soul to come out of your body.

As you continued to move the vibrator on your clit, trying to find the exact point of high pleasure, you imagined his hands on you, touching you, his tongue licking your pussy, his dick inside of you as he fucked you until he took your breath away.

Another soft moan left your lips and he felt his pants get tighter and tighter as his dick got harder and harder. It had been too long since he last touched you, since he heard you moan his name like that and just seeing you brought back that desire he had repressed for weeks and weeks.

Before he knew it his palm was already pressing on his crotch as he watched you masturbate, trying to find some relief.

He wanted so much to approach you, take that vibrator out of you hand and use his mouth but he was mesmerized, he couldn't take his eyes off you and that pussy so wet he wanted to drown himself in it.

He would’ve liked to take his cell phone and film it so he could watch you over and over again but in any case he knew that image would never leave his mind again and seeing you giving yourself pleasure would be a fantasy he would’ve replayed for the rest of his life.

But when his erection started to press painfully against his pants he couldn't resist anymore, the need to have you and touch you was too intense to just continue watching.

“You missed me that much baby?”.

He tried to suppress a chuckle when you jumped in fright, throwing the vibrator next to you and instinctively closing your legs. He couldn't help but find adorable the way your cheeks got redder than Ferrari, as if you had just been caught committing a crime.

You didn't know what emotions to listen to first: shame for being caught masturbating or joy and shock because your boyfriend was finally home.

“Charles oh my god you’re here! I thought… I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”

He walked over and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards you until he was inches away from your face. You grabbed his face and kissed him but since he was so horny he couldn't even think anymore, he immediately deepened the kiss sliding his tongue in your mouth.

Soon you found yourselves lost in each other, taken by the passion and inebriation that made your head spin and that you had both missed so much. It was enough to set off a flock of butterflies in your stomach, and as your mouths moved against each other you feared you’d pass out there in his arms.

“Putain, I missed you so much,” he whispered against your lips as he caught his breath after that impetuous, almost animalistic kiss. His hand wrapped around one of your breasts, squeezing and groping it before leaning down and surrounding the other with his lips, biting and sucking on your nipple and eliciting sighs from you.

“Tell me what were you thinking about chérie?��.

“You baby, only you. Charles please I need you.” You moaned, wanting his fingers inside you.

He took the vibrator next to you and lay between your legs resting on one elbow, his eyes fixed on yours and a smirk on his lips. He was so fucking how that this alone would’ve been enough to make you come.

“I want to know baby. What were you thinking about? Tell me,” he spoke but before you could say anything he placed the still working vibrator back on your clit causing you to let out a loud moan.

He looked away from your eyes to your wet pussy, his mouth watering at the mere sight of it, looking at it as if he had just found the holy grail.

“Now I’m going to lick this gorgeous pussy and I want to hear what you were thinking while you were touching yourself okay?”.

You couldn't answer, too caught up with the pleasure you were feeling to even talk. He removed the vibrator and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes… Just touch me please, I need it so badly…” you babbled and you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, now that you finally had Charles you wanted him with every fiber of your body.

“My princess is so needy,” he smirked again before sticking his tongue out and taking a long, slow lick on your pussy, moaning at the sensation. Few words could describe how he felt after finally tasting you after so long but none came to mind, too focused on controlling himself to not come in his pants.

“Fuck… Do it again please.”

“Mon dieu, I missed this pussy so fucking much,” he moaned, “I'm gonna take such a good care of you baby… But I'm still waiting.”

He drew another long line across your labia, his tongue wet with your fluids. You threw your head back as your chest rose and fell rapidly.

“I was… I was thinking about your t-tongue licking me… Fuck I can't…”

He started licking you more vehemently, eating you out like a hungry man who hadn’t put anything in his stomach in months. His lips sucked on your folds as his tongue focused on your clit and that, coupled with the suppressed pleasure, was enough to push you over the edge.

Charles had never been as horny as he was at that moment. Every fiber of his body trembled with the desire to have you, he felt like he was burning, even though your pleasure came before everything and there was no more satisfying sexual act than pleasure you until your soul was consumed.

He slowly penetrated you with the vibrator and for a moment you seriously thought you were dying.

At that point you couldn’t think or say anything other that wasn’t a moan or a loud gasp.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Oh shit…”

You continued to squirm while he instead kept you anchored to the bed, preventing you from moving away. No matter how intense you and Charles’ sex life was, each time it was better than the last.

The combination of his tongue continuing to stimulate your clit, his mouth eating you out, and the vibrator inside you was too much, too much to bear. You didn’t know how much more your body could hold, how much more you could sustain before collapsing into many pieces.

Your hands threaded through his hair, pulling it and eliciting such a sexy growl from him you felt it in every corner of your body as your legs trembled so much you seemed to be convulsing.

“I can’t… Charles p-please…”

“Yes you can baby, you’re so good to me,” he murmured, almost risking coming again when you pulled his hair hard. He eventually gave up on knowing what you were thinking while touching yourself, knowing it’d be impossible for you to talk.

But god he fucking loved that. He loved seeing you squirm like that and not being even able to properly speak, he loved hearing you scream his name so loud all the neighbors must’ve heard you, he loved feeling the taste of your pussy so wet and your fluids covering his chin.

Your muscles began to tense, your guts to twist, your breathing irregular. The pleasure you were feeling in that moment was something you had never felt before, it was indescribable.

“Stop… Stop… I need… Please…” you cried out not knowing what you were saying, feeling like you were about to explode, trying to push his head away because of how overwhelming pleasure was.

Charles smiled on your pussy, continuing to lick you and let the vibrator penetrate you.

The orgasm that hit you full on was so intense it almost made your heart stop, your breathing caught up in your chest and your soul come out of your body. Waves of pleasure ran through your body as if shaken by electric shocks, and you would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t truly feel you were about to faint.

It was the most fucking beautiful and overwhelming orgasm you had ever felt in your life.

Charles licked and swallowed every trace of your leaking fluids, adding equally as much pleasure to that intense orgasm. Your head spun but at the same time, so light you felt yourself floating in space, momentarily disconnected from the entire world.

But he didn’t give you time to recover but from that sensational orgasm.

He tossed the vibrator onto a random spot on the bed and lifted himself up before grabbing your ankles and dragging you towards him and laying you flat on your back on the mattress.

He kissed you, sucking away that bit of strength and soul that was left in your body. You tasted yourself in his mouth, his chin and beard still wet with your fluids. His hands roamed ferociously all over your body and never before he was so desperate, hungry and eager to have you.

“I need you so fucking bad baby, god I need you,” he whispered against your lips as you tore off each others clothes which ended up being thrown somewhere in the room. “I need to be inside you.”

Charles let out a deep, loud moan as his dick penetrated you, practically sliding into you because of how wet you were. His chest rose and fell quickly as he tried not to come instantly even though it was damn hard when you wrapped and squeezed him so perfectly.

“Oh mon putain de dieu,” he cursed through gritted teeth, his breath heavy on your lips as he struggled to keep control. His forehead was covered in a light layer of sweat, his lips were parted as you breathed in each other's sighs and, damn it, he had never looked more mesmerizing and beautiful than he was in that moment.

You lost yourself in his eyes, those eyes you had missed so much it hurt, in those eyes in which you found your refuge from the world.

You wrapped your legs around his pelvis, pressing your heels into the small of his back in an attempt to get him closer to you, closer than he already was. It didn’t matter how warm his skin was pressed against yours, how close the two of you were, it was never enough, you always wanted more.

“Fucking hell baby you destroy me,” he groaned as he began to move his hips, making you writhe beneath him and pant as if you were the most experienced of porn stars. Your fingers traced his shoulders, nails instead pressing so deeply into his skin you feared he’d start to bleed.

“Yeah moan for me, let everyone know who gets to fuck you like this,” he groaned in your ear, causing a rush of shivers throughout your body, in contrast to the fire that instead blazed inside you. His thrusts were forceful, strong, so deep you were sure you wouldn't be able to sit up for days, his dick stretching every corner of your pussy.

You tried to kiss him but it was a messy kiss, which neither of you could continue due to the gasps and moans that were coming out of your mouths.

Charles was fucking you just like you’d expect an animal would and you couldn't even remember your own name anymore by then.

“Fuck baby fuck… Ah shit…” you moaned. “Don’t stop please don’t stop.”

He held you closer to him, as if somehow your souls could join, his face was hidden in the crook of your neck while his tongue licked your skin and his lips sucked them not caring if he could leave any mark.

“That’s it, that’s my pretty girl, shit, taking my dick so good,” he praised you making his dick twitch inside you as your walls tightened around him. “Oh yeah… Fuck… Keep clenching around me like that. You want to make me come? My pretty girl likes when I praise her doesn’t she?”.

God please have mercy on my soul because I’m about to die.

Charles felt he was about to come but he didn’t want to, he still wanted to be buried deep inside you, he still wanted to feel your pussy so wet it could swallow him, he wanted to hear your moans in his ears, your nails scratching his back, he wanted to swallow your breaths and sighs.

He pulled out before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach, moving like he pleased as if you were a doll. He bent you over, your hands held together behind your back with his right hand and your face pressed against the mattress.

With a single thrust he penetrated you again, starting to fuck you again and picking up the same intense and ferocious rhythm and making you almost spit every organ in your body. The bed moved to the rhythm of his thrusts, creaking under your weight as the sound mixed with his groans, your moans and the sound of your skin colliding with each other.

The fingers of his left hand pressed into the skin of your hip as he continued to move aimlessly in and out of your pussy, fucking you mercilessly into oblivion. “Fuck I missed this, god yeah…” he moaned, throwing his head back, eyes half closed as he struggled to hold on any longer.

You were on the verge of losing consciousness, completely unsure whether you’d survive a second orgasm which, from the pleasure and the way your body was shaking and spasming, would come very soon and be just as overwhelming and shocking as the first one.

“Oh C-Charles… I can’t… Oh yeah just like that baby keep going… Fuck…” you babbled in pure ecstasy and bliss, feeling his dick hitting that deep spot inside you. The fact you couldn’t move and your hands were held behind your back added even more pleasure and intensity and you actually felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore.

He went deeper and deeper with each thrust and it didn't take long for your vision to blur and for another orgasm to completely destroy you, making you almost die on that mattress.

Death from an orgasm, that would’ve been a pretty good headline.

His movements started to become erratic, messy, losing the vigorous and ferocious rhythm he had been using until recently. “Ah shit, shit, I'm coming fuck yes… Ah yes!” he loudly groaned before giving one final thrust and with it emptying himself into you, his dick twitching as he filled you with his cum until the last drop.

He stayed inside you for a moment as he softened and tried to catch his breath, his mouth still slightly open, struggling to get air.

Charles let go of your hands which fell dead weight on the bed and when he pulled out you lay on the bed, exhausted and on the verge of requiring an oxygen tank. He did the same, collapsing dead weight next to you as well.

There was a few moments of silence, broken only by your heavy breathing as you both tried to get it back into a normal rhythm. You wanted to kiss him, hug him, hold him until he’d get tired of it but you were genuine when you said you couldn’t move a damn muscle.

“Wow…” he breathed out, eyes still closed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I can’t wait to come back home the next time and see you touch yourself again.” You chuckled tiredly, your eyes closed too. “But I’m not going to lie, I almost had a heart attack as soon as I walked in the door. You really scared the shit out of me for a second bébé.”

“You’re so stupid. I only have eyes for you love, you know that,” you murmured, still laughing and finally managing to open your eyes only for your heart to explode when you looked at his serene expression and the small smile on his lips.

He’s here, he’s truly here.

It was only then that you stopped to look at him and there was no need to say that he was always breathtakingly beautiful, his hair was slightly longer since the last time, his lips rosy, his cheeks flushed and the joy that filled you for finally having him back again was indescribable.

“Can you kiss me now please Mr Leclerc?”.

He opened his eyes and a laugh came out of his mouth before he leaned in and left a sweet, long kiss on your lips, lifting a hand and fixing the hair fallen in your face that you were sure looked more like a nest of birds.

“Welcome home baby.”

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gaybae1021 · 8 days

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Well since my bachelorette designs were received so well, I decided to complete the marriage set! Here’s my bachelors!

Individual pics and thought processes under the cut:

I’m drawing these from the perspective of how they’d look on day 1, but I’d definitely like to do a post-Joja higher heart design for Shane at some point. Overall for this one I just tried to make him look unkempt and dull, I desaturated his skin tone to make him look sickly and he’s the only one without eye shines, signifying how he’s lost the spark for life.

Also sorry about the socks and Birkenstocks.

Decided to make Alex mixed, since there’s absolutely no diversity in the bachelors. Had a lot of fun translating his canon hairstyle into those short locs. Other than that the biggest change was turning his jacket into a proper varsity jacket. Short Alex gang unite!

Okay sorry Haley, Elliot takes the win for the most changed design. Like it’s so obvious he’s meant to have a Victorian jacket and fancy trousers and all that, but after I drew him all tall and slender and I gave him little braids and beach waves he just started taking on a Boho vibe? When I drew the jacket it just looked tight and restrictive. So I decided to let the beach influence carry and we ended up with this fancy yet comfy loungewear with sandals. And I love him?

Also this was heavily inspired by ginjaninjaowo’s male espeon design

Sebastian was honestly a pain, like I know his design plays off the emo teen archetype, but compared to the others npcs he’s actually got a lot of variety. Like he’s obviously got some emo influence, but there’s also some nerd thanks to his interest in coding and ttrpgs, and he’s also a bit of a tough guy with the bike and the smoking. So there were a lot of directions to lean. Still, his sprite is clearly going for a dark hoodie and dark jeans, so I didn’t think I could change it up without making it not feel like Sebby. Does he have a muscle tee underneath for working on the bike? I’ll never say.

Biggest change is probably the hair, just wanted something less stereotypical, and have some variety in bachelor hair length. Definitely leans into the biker side a bit lol. Otherwise I just tried add detail to his dark outfit and adorn it with his interests. So frog embroidery on his shoes, a patch on his jacket and some motor oil stains on his hoodie. Also as promised he and Maru have matching dimples.

Also happy pride month, enjoy trans Sebastian and also the head canon that he and Sam start dating provided the farmer doesn’t get there first lol.

And with Sam the ASS trio is complete! Now with matching chokers because I said so.

Just like with Sebby I wasn’t sure which direction to go for Sam, whether to lean more into skater boy or rockstar. Ultimately he ended up more rockstar, though he’s still always roughed up from skating (probably because he refuses to take off the platform boots). He thinks the torn clothes make him look more legit though.

I had fun making his shape language compliment Sebby; he’s very top heavy from the giant hoodie so I made Sam bottom heavy with the baggy jeans and jacket. Also I had so many thoughts about him and Kent, given that Sam and Sebby are a thing and Sam isnt exactly gender conforming.

And last but not least, Harvey. He’s sweet, he’s simple, all his heart events are charming. And yet he is always the last one I reach max hearts with because I can’t be bothered to go to the doctors office. Sorry bby, I hope I can make it up to you by designing you as an adorable cherub of a man.

I know I’m being super controversial, giving him a pushbroom mustache when the sprite is obviously a handlebar /s. But like, he’s such a square; it fits him so well. My little lawful good guy.

Ya know, I think I gave him a sweater so Elliot’s jacket would stand out, then proceeded to not give Elliot his jacket. Huh.

Anyway bonus of the boyfriends together to close us out, thanks for reading!

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sweetkpopmusings · 7 months

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heart-fluttering moments with stray kids <3

a/n: just a quick post to prove i'm still here! life is demanding, but i will always be on that sweet delulu agenda, so i hope this brings you some joy whenever you read it <3 these boys really do make my heart flutter regularly :,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff, can be read as nonidol!straykids | wc: 1.2 k | warnings: none really! | pairing: stray kids x gn!reader | requests: open

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chan♡‧₊˚

when you make him laugh.

chan loved acting childish with you. he could let his guard down; with you, he could always have fun. games were more enjoyable, conversations were more playful, and everything was brighter when you two were with each other. you both relished in the feeling of being childish together. the living room, coffee shop, sidewalk–these were all your playground. chan was extra certain of that when you cracked a particularly clever joke in response to his teasing comment. he laughed, eventually giggling with pure delight because it just kept getting funnier. you couldn’t explain why, but your heart soared every time the sound of his laugh met your ears, and it didn’t feel like this sensation would stop any time soon. that sound, you decided, was more enjoyable than any game of childhood makebelieve ever could be.

minho♡‧₊˚

when he protects you.

minho viewed you as one of the most precious people in the world. sure, that meant that, at times, he got a little too doting, scolding you for minor injuries that normally wouldn’t bother him. it was annoying but still sweet, so your complaints were lighthearted whenever they came out. you were not complaining, however, as his arm gently guided you through jampacked downtown crosswalks. cars and pushy passersby abound, yet you only felt a rush from the rustle of his jacket against yours and the way his eyes checked on you every few seconds, ensuring you were still by his side in the mess of it all. he even pulled you out of the crowd to ask if you were okay. you thought you’d always be okay, as long as you could stay with him. so you said, yes, thank you, minho. if you weren’t too busy calming your own heartbeat, you might have caught a glimpse of minho’s pink-tinted ears.

changbin♡‧₊˚

when he buys you a gift.

changbin felt so excited whenever he got to spend a day off with you. today, your schedules aligned well enough to take a day trip, and changbin never stopped smiling, giggling, or showcasing his joy in some way. you joked around with cheesy accessories in tourist shops, stared in awe at gorgeous antiques, and enjoyed each other’s company as though the day would last forever. changbin made sure it felt like that when he handed you a simple necklace, saying i bought this at that thrift store while you got us coffee. i thought you could have it as a reminder of a happy day we had together, whenever you’re down or i’m away. you accepted it, a soft thank you, changbin falling from your mouth as you latched the chain around your neck. he laughed his signature laugh, and you knew that, necklace or not, you’d never forget this day.

hyunjin♡‧₊˚

when you tell him he’s beautiful.

it wasn’t every day that you got to spend quiet time with hyunjin. that’s why every opportunity was special–well, more special, as any time with hyunjin was precious to you. you’re both relaxing, enjoying the soft sunlight that washes over your reclined bodies on the picnic blanket. you turn to look at him, and you’re struck by the beauty of the man beside you. he glows, all perfect angles and warm soul. when he asks why you’re staring, you reply because you are so beautiful. his eyes spin with wonder and gratitude when he looks at you, and you feel more beautiful than you ever have in your entire life. he smiles, pauses, and replies, so are you. only seven words were exchanged between you two, yet it felt as though you both had poured your hearts out over the remnants of your favorite snacks littered about the blanket beneath you.

jisung♡‧₊˚

when he looks over at you.

you’re about to watch a movie together for the first time. not just any movie, though. you’re about to watch jisung’s favorite because he has deemed you worthy of such an important endeavor. you two sit close to each other on the couch, not completely intertwined, but the space still a clear indication of how comfortable you are together. there’s a glint–excitement, mixed with fondness–in his eyes when you catch his gaze. the smile on his lips is sweeter than anything else you’ve ever seen. this moment, this fleeting exchange with jisung, is sweeter than anything else you’ve ever experienced. you’d refuse to admit it, but the way he looked at you is the reason your cheeks ached from smiling before the movie was halfway done. you had to admit you loved the movie, though, when he looked at you with his bright brown eyes, clearly grateful to have shared this experience with you.

felix♡‧₊˚

when you two make a promise.

felix was out of town again, so your weekly hangout had to be over video. felix, being sunshine personified, still managed to warm you up through the screen. it was getting late for you, though, and felix noticed before you did that your eyelids were starting to get heavy. you protested against his you need sleep! i’ll be here when you wake up, so please go to bed! but felix knew how to coax you into listening. after all, he knew you better than most, and he cared about you even more. he said so, asking you to promise that you’ll call as soon as you wake up. the beaming smile on his face that appeared after your promise truly left you breathless, and all the more certain to call him every day, if that’s what he wanted. you could even hear that smile when he picked up the phone, and his signature warmth filled your chest as soon as he said you kept your promise!

seungmin♡‧₊˚

when he tells you the truth.

seungmin wanted to take you to an arcade, so you both could let off some steam in a lighthearted, cost-effective way. while that sounded good in theory, you both realized that was impossible when the stress and cost of the claw machine overtook your night. it was still fun, and neither of you would give up until at least one plushie was in your arms. on your 23rd try, you couldn’t hide your furrowed brow or frustrated huff when the plushie slipped out of your claw fingers at the last second. seungmin laughed beside you, saying you look ridiculous right now. you frowned, and, still laughing but not wanting to kick you while you were down, seungmin clarified that it’s cute. you were grateful for the neon lights, hoping they blended with the blush on your skin to save your dignity, as the smile that grew on your face gave too much away. seungmin must not have noticed because he just slid into place in front of the claw machine. as you watched him focus, however, you noticed that a smile never left his face, despite failed attempt after failed attempt.

jeongin♡‧₊˚

when you confide in him.

jeongin knew something was on your mind when you were less enthused than normal during his shopping haul. he made himself comfortable near your spot on his bed, saying you can tell me, you know? only if you want, though. you smiled, cherishing the ease with which jeongin pulled out your trusting side. without going too much into it–you still wanted to enjoy his fashion show–you admitted that you had been more stressed than normal lately, probably creeping your way toward burnout. he sighed, understanding completely and immediately, and asked what can i do to make you feel better? like magic, that alone made your world shine brighter, but you asked him to continue showing off his clothes, because that was as close as you could come to admitting how much better he made you feel just by being there.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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blackypanther9 · 3 months

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Patient Alastor – Father!Human!Alastor x Son!Reader

WARNING!: None. Just a LOOOOT of Fluff and some clingy Alastor. Just if you squint.

A/N: This is the second part of Alastor teaches M/n how to hunt. Again, DON’T YOU DARE TO MAKE ANYTHING PERVERTED ! *Holds up the rolled up newspaper, ready to smack perverted heads* (Pic belongs to rightful owner, let us pretend that blush is because he is sick, there are no sick Human!Alastor fanarts *Pout*)

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M/n put all the bags away, took off his jacket and shoes and then went to his Father’s bedroom. Just as he opened the door, he saw his Father waking up.

“Hey, Dad. How are you feeling ?”, M/n asked gently.

He entered the room and closed the door, opening the window again.

“A slight bit...better.”, Alastor replied with a hoarse voice and a cough.

M/n hummed and sat down next to his Father, on his bed.

“Do you need anything ?”, the boy asked.

“...Yes...”

“What is it ?”

“Hug.”, Alastor replied.

M/n looked at his Dad, who lifted his blanket. M/n sighed and got under the covers and into his Father’s arms. Alastor let the blanket back down and snuggled with his Son, close to his chest, humming comfortably. He needed that comfort right now.

“Only for 30 minutes, Dad. I need to cock us some food soon.”, M/n gently told him.

“That is enough time for me, mon petit. (My little one)”, Alastor replied with a few coughs.

M/n hugged the sick Radio Host back, tightly and rubbed his back gently. It had his Father melting slightly and he relaxed into a light sleep soon after. After 25 minutes, M/n started to carefully get out of his Father’s embrace, but he tightened his grip.

“Mine.”, Alastor mumbled out.

“Dad...I have to start cooking.”

“I still have five minutes. Mine.”

“I know, but...”, M/n tried to get out of the hug.

Alastor tightened his grip even more.

“Mine.”

“Papa, I am not a Plushie.”

“Hmmm...you are right now. MY Plushie. Now be a good Son and give me my last four minutes.”, Alastor argued back and made no move in loosening his grip.

M/n huffed and gave up, giving his Father his last four cuddle minutes. He didn’t actually hate it, but he remembered that he had to wash dishes, which will take more cooking time from him.

“Oh, by the way...”

“Hum ?”

“Tony is coming over later, for a visit.”, M/n informed.

Alastor froze.

“Tony ?”, he asked with his voice slightly higher.

“Yes. He wanted to bring over some teas. Your coworkers also wanted to give you something. I collected it already, but...you won’t let me go to get the items.”, M/n said with a slight tease.

He knew that his Dad was now curious. Alastor sighed and slumped.

“I hoped no one will see me in this state...”

“Dad, it’s okay to be sick and ask for help. Also, even though you and Tony never made anything official, you two behave like Brothers around each other. I call you both platonic Brothers. You tease each other like Brothers, you joke around like Brothers, you pull small pranks like Brothers...you two just give off the vibes.”, M/n told his Father with a gently smile.

Alastor was shocked to hear his Son say that.

“I...I never thought...about it like that...You really think so, mon petit?”, Alastor asked with a cough.

“We all think so. Tony has no problem, with me, calling you two platonic Brothers. He likes it especially when I call you his platonically little Brother. Because you are two years younger than him.”

Alastor blushed slightly at that, not in a romantic way, but in slight embarrassment. He never thought about any of that in that way. Yes, Tony and him got along just fine, they understood each other, despite their differences. He also noticed that they were quite close, even though they never said that they were friends. They were very similar and never let a good laugh escape them.

Alastor smiled a bit brighter. Yes, Tony and him can be something like Brothers. It...doesn’t sound as wrong as he would have thought. Alastor always wanted a big sibling, guess now he had an older Brother. He looked at his Son.

“And you...don’t mind it...at all ?”

The boy chuckled.

“Are you kidding, Dad ? No. I don’t mind at all. It is funny and nice to see that you found someone, who could be like a bigger sibling to you. I mean it. Now I have an Uncle.”

Alastor chuckled hoarsely. Then he opened his arms, letting M/n out of his warm embrace.

“Now you got me curious. What did my colleagues send me ?”

“Us, Dad. Wait here, sit up slowly and I will be right back.”, M/n replied and dashed off.

The sick man smiled and slowly sat up. Soon enough M/n returned with bags in his hands. Alastor’s eyes widened in shock, but his smile didn’t drop.

M/n put the bags on the bed and Alastor got to slowly unpack the first one. The little boy decided that he will give his Father Peter’s, Tony’s and Francisco’s bags last.

“In them are things for the both of us. Sweets are mostly for me, considering that you hate them most of the time.”

“I hate sweets all the time, mon ange (My Angel).”, Alastor uttered out.

‘That’s a new pet name...Not bad, even though it sounds more fitting for a girl...’

“Not all the time, you liar.”, M/n denied.

“When did I like sweets, hm ?”, Alastor asked, skeptically.

“You like Tony’s Lemon cupcakes, because they taste a lot like Lemon and barely sweet. Even the glazed sugar is sour and tastes like lemon. It is still a sweet pastry, but you like it. And let us not forget that you eat Beignets too.”, M/n called his Father out on it.

To be honest, Alastor forgot about that entirely. He made a surprised hum and then looked into the bag again.

“Fair enough. I see your point, mon petit.”

“I think you can sort everything from the bags. Most of them have a lot for you, some of it you will immediately know, is just for me. I will be making Lunch until then, any wishes ?”

Alastor looked at his Son and thought about it.

“Chicken Gumbo ?”, he asked his Son.

M/n nodded and left. He can make that. They barely had chicken Gumbo, but it seems his Father had a chicken craving right now, more than venison.

The boy entered the kitchen and sighed gently as he saw the dirty dishes he still had to wash, but he quickly got to it. He filled the sink with hot water, grabbed a sponge and some dish soap, then he went to washing the dishes.

After he was done with that, he started to get everything out, he needed, and started to prep everything for the Gumbo. He cut the vegetables, the meat and then got to making the dish itself.

-Time skip-

The Gumbo was almost done in a few minutes, as suddenly someone knocked on the front door. M/n rushed to the front door, opened it and saw Tony standing there, with a bag in his hand.

“Bonjour (Hello), M/n.”, Tony greeted.

“Bonjour, Uncle Tony.”

The man chuckled as M/n let him enter. He took off his shoes and looked at M/n, sniffing the air.

“Hmm. Smells good in here, what are you cooking ?”, he asked the boy.

“Thank you. I am cooking Chicken Gumbo. Dad asked for it.”, M/n replied.

Tony nodded and then gave the boy a concerned look.

“Where is Alastor ?”

“He is in his bedroom, looking through the gift bags. Yours, Francisco’s and Peter’s he will get at the end.”

“Ah...okay. How is he ?”

“A bit better than yesterday, I would dare to say. He didn’t throw up like yesterday...”

“He threw up ?”

“Yes, he did. I had to give him a bath after that, some of his sick was on his night shirt. He was very much against the idea at first, but we pushed through. I couldn’t let him go back to bed smelling in sweat and with the smell of his own sick.”

“Oh my...”, Tony got out softly, in worry.

“Do you want to eat some Gumbo too, or something else perhaps ?”, M/n offered.

“I will have a bowl, thank you.”

“Okay. You should probably go and say hello to ton petit Frère (your little Brother).”

“If you continue to say that I might call him that on accident.”, Tony said slightly embarrassed.

“So what ? Papa will like it. I talked to him about it today and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He even asked if I really don’t have a problem with it.”

“And...do you ?”

“Not at all. I am happy that he has someone who can act like an older sibling to him. He might need a bollocking from time to time.”

Tony chuckled.

“We both know that he needs one from time to time.”, the older man said.

“He sure does. But I am his Son and with that can’t always be the one to scold him.”

“Fair. I’ll take that job for you, gladly.”

“Thank you, Uncle !”

“Anytime. You need something from me, I am here to help. No matter what.”, the man promised.

M/n smiled at him and then they parted ways. Tony went up the stairs and to Alastor’s bedroom, while M/n finished cooking.

When Tony entered the bedroom, he spotted Alastor unpacking the last gift bag already. He had a giant, genuine smile on his face and he sorted everything that was for him and M/n neatly too. He had a small coughing fit and looked to his right, away from the door.

Tony gently knocked at the door frame, smile on his face, after Alastor was finished coughing. Alastor’s head swung around and he looked at the door, surprise was evident on his face and then he showed his teeth.

“Tony ! Bonjour !”, Alastor greeted with a hoarse voice.

Then a coughing fit started.

“You shouldn’t try and force your voice to be louder than needed, petit frère (little Brother).”

Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise as Tony called him his little Brother. A stupid grin formed on his face and he fell on his bed again with his back. That sounded really comforting... Yep, it is decided...Tony is, from now on, the Radio Host’s big Brother.

“Sorry, frère aîné (big Brother)...”, the sick man muttered.

Tony was surprised at his meek response and the title he got from Alastor, but smiled big anyways.

“It’s okay. Just don’t force your voice and body to do too much, you are pretty sick, after all.”, he replied and then sat next to him, while Alastor sat back up, looking at the older man.

Tony was one of the few people that knew how much Alastor hated to be touched, yes, the Radio Host didn’t let many know that, for reasons. So Tony opened his arm, inviting Alastor to come into a side hug.

The sick Radio Host smiled gently at the older male and leaned into the offered embrace. Tony wrapped his arm around him and squeezed him gently. They knew they had to keep this platonic brotherhood a secret. Otherwise Tony would never get a break from some people he was friends with.

“How are you, hmm ?”, Tony asked.

The Radio Host sighed gently.

“I’ve been better, but I think I am better than yesterday.”

“Your Son told me that you threw up yesterday. It didn’t happen today, right ?”

Alastor froze for a second and then shook his head.

“It didn’t happen today. Not yet. Let us not summon that occurrence again. The aftermath was very...nerve wrecking at the beginning.”

Alastor turned his head away and coughed into his arm, then sniffled. Tony reached out for the pack of tissues and handed Alastor one.

“Thank you.”, he said and cleaned his nose.

“You are welcome. M/n told me that he had to give you a bath. You both pulled through, I’ve heard.”

“M/n had the idea to add some bubbles into the water, so I was covered. We even made a small agreement, he washed everything above the water and I wash everything below. So no harm was done.”

Tony nodded, glad, that his little Brother was comfortable enough to talk about it.

“How are your muscles feeling ?”, Tony asked.

“Very weak, to be honest. Very sore too...”, the younger male admitted.

“Oh my... Well I brought ya som’ teas !”, Tony said happily, letting his own accent fall through a bit.

Alastor chuckled a bit and then coughed again.

“Really ? What did ya get ?”, Alastor asked with his own Creole accent.

“Som’ Hibiscus tea, Chamomile tea an’ som’ Peppermint ! They’re all supposed ta help ya get betta !”

Alastor smiled and hugged Tony tightly. The two years older male didn’t expect it, but was quick to hug him back.

“Thank you...”, the Radio Host said gently.

“No prob. Oh, and ta food shall be ready soon.”, Tony informed Alastor.

“Good ta know.”

“Did ya Son eva hear ya accent ?”

“No.”

“Why nah ?”

“I was too embarrassed about it.”

“He won’ judge ya.”

“He might nat understand me.”

“Des conneries. (Bullshit)”

The Radio Host’s eyes widened at what Tony said, he just smiled at Alastor, who slowly parted from him.

“He loves ya. He is prob curious how ya accent sounds.”, Tony told Alastor.

“Ya may be right...”

“I know I’m right. He asked me quite a lot how ya sound an’ talk with ya accent.”

He looked at Tony in surprise.

“I...I neva knew...”

“’Course ya didn’t ! Ta boy neva asked ya ! He was too scared ta ask, in case he made ya uncomfortable !”

Alastor was silent at that. He had no idea that M/n wanted to hear it.

“He was always confused why everyon’ had an accent, an’ ya didn’t.”, Tony threw in.

“He doesn’t have one eitha.”

“That’s ‘cause his Family ain’t from here ! They mighta moved here.”

That explained a lot. M/n had no real accent, at least not an accent that would have said that he belonged here. Alastor never really thought about it.

Then they both heard footsteps and the stairs making noises. Soon enough they saw the 11 year old boy, with two bowls in his hands.

“Lunch is ready you two.”, he said and handed Alastor and Tony their bowls.

“Thank ya, kiddo !”, Tony said.

M/n looked at Tony in surprise, then smiled and left to get his own bowl. He turned to his little Brother.

“See ?! He was beamin’ ! He neva heard my accent eitha !”

Tony tried to encourage Alastor. The Radio Host looked at the doorway, seemingly deep in thought.

“Ya may be right...”, the younger male admitted to Tony.

They both waited for M/n to return with his own bowl. Soon enough the boy did and they started to dig in.

“This is delicious, Kid !”, Tony complimented.

“Thank you, Uncle Tony.”, M/n replied.

That shocked Alastor, but he grew a soft smile soon after, eating another spoonful of his Gumbo.

“This is amazin’, Cher.”, Alastor complimented his Son with his accent.

M/n froze and slowly looked at his Father, then at Tony.

“Did...did he really...?”, he tried to ask Tony in utter shock.

Tony chuckled.

“Yeah, he did !”

M/n looked back at his Father and then a giant smile grew on his shocked face and he started to get very bouncy.

“I heard Papa’s accent ! I heard Papa’s accent !”, he celebrated in excitement.

Tony chuckled, while Alastor’s face went from worry to shock and then to amusement. He chuckled gently and continued to eat his Gumbo, coughing and sniffing here and there.

-Time skip-

The boy was cleaning the dishes as Tony brought Peter’s, Francisco’s and his own bag to Alastor. He put them on the bed between the sick Radio Host and himself. Alastor looked at Tony, puzzled.

“Wha are these ?”

“Pete, Francis’ and my bags ! Ya boy wanted ya ta open them last !”

Alastor was stunned in shock.

“Oh.”, was all he got out.

Tony chuckled and then laughed at how stunned the younger male suddenly was.

“Shall we wait for ya boy ta arrive ?”

Alastor looked at the bags and nodded gently, while he took a sip of water. Together they waited for M/n to return. The boy did, soon after, return with a cup of tea. He handed it gently to his Father, who took the cup from him.

“Thank you, Cher.”, the Radio Host said with a slight cough.

“No problem, Papa. It is Hibiscus tea.”

Alastor nodded gently and took a gentle sip. His eyes widened and he drank more.

“This is good.”, the sick adult said with a weak smile and drank the cup empty.

Tony smiled and then looked at M/n.

“Kiddo, I think ya Pa wants ta unpack his last three bags !”, Tony chirped up.

M/n looked at Tony and nodded after he processed what his Uncle said.

“Okay then. What are we waiting for ?”, the boy said and sat down next to his Father.

Alastor smiled softly and then took Francisco’s bag first. He pulled out three packages and read the labels.

“Homemade Lemon tea, homemade Peppermint tea and homemade fennel tea.”, he read out with a smile.

Alastor put the three teas on the night table and pulled out two sheets of paper next. His smile grew as he read the bold letters in Francisco’s handwriting. Then he chuckled.

“Homemade Chicken Curry from Grandmother and homemade Venison steak, from Father.”, he read out, “He really copied the recipes from his Family just for me ?”

“He said it will also help you quickly back on your feet. The Chicken Curry is spicy and spice is supposed to help recovery faster.”, M/n said gently.

The sick Radio Host smiled at his Son.

“My, wha a smart boy ya are, Cher. Who taught ya that ?”

“You and Uncle Tony did, Pa.”

Alastor ruffled his Son’s hair gently.

“Atta boy.”, he praised and then got out some small bottles from the bag.

Alastor gleamed happily as he read the labels.

“Som’ of Fancis’ own homemade spices ? Tony, tell ‘im a big thank you from me. That is really generous of ‘im.”

“Will do.”, Tony replied with a smile.

He then pulled out a small coupon that said that 30 Dollars are on it. He looked at his Son and gave it to him.

“I have a feelin’ this was for ya, mon petit.”

M/n took the coupon and smiled at his Father.

“It was indeed, so I can buy us everything we need to get you healthy again, without me taking your money all the time. It was really nice of him to do this.”, the boy chirped happily.

Alastor chuckled and then pulled out a glass of juice. There was a label that said that it was a strong Vitamin C juice for him and his Son to share, to get their immune system stronger. A few tissues for Alastor were inside too and then he pulled out a lunch box. He opened it curiously and gave an amused smile.

It held pieces of dragon fruit in it, two oranges and three lemons, with two Kiwis. The next thing he pulled out, he immediately gave his Son. A bag of sweets, which the boy eagerly took.

“Oh ? Wha is this ?”, the Radio Host said in curiosity.

M/n looked at his Father in curiosity.

“Huh ? What is it, Papa ?”

Alastor pulled out a small Plushie of a cat. It seemed to be handmade too. Alastor looked at his Son with an amused grin.

“Looks like Fancis got ya a pal, mon petit.”, Alastor said and gave the boy the Plushie.

M/n took it gently and looked at it in awe for a while, then he hugged it tightly to his chest.

“Whiskers !”, M/n named the Plushie happily.

The Radio Host and Tony were amused. Alastor never minded that M/n still liked Plushies in his age. A small reason for that was probably because his own Father always tore apart Alastor’s Plushies and toys, when he was a kid. Then he pulled out a card, opened it and read it, smiling in earnest.

After he read the card to the end, his smile was big and his eyes held a lot of appreciation. He spotted another one, addressed to M/n. He gave his Son the card and the boy lit up more and more by what he read.

The next one was Peter’s. The first thing Alastor pulled out were two boxes of juice. One was a Vitamin C juice and the other was Blueberry juice. Then he pulled out two cards and he read his own, while M/n read the one that was addressed to him. They were both smiling brightly. The next thing Alastor pulled out was a small bag of candy. He gave it to his Son who happily took it from his Father. The last few things were two different teas. One was M/n’s favorite and the other was a chamomile tea.

Then they went to the last and biggest bag. Tony’s.

There were two juices for each of the two of them. The two for M/n were a passion fruit juice and a peach juice, while for Alastor was a multivitamin juice inside and a cranberry one, all homemade. Then for each of them two of their favorite teas, which were, homemade too, some sweets and snacks for M/n and Alastor were pulled out next, that Alastor quickly sorted for them both. Next the sick Radio Host pulled out of the bag some baked favorite pastries, that both of them enjoyed greatly. Two packages of Alastor’s favorite Coffee was in there too and for M/n to go food shopping, where also two 50 Dollar Coupons inside. Then Alastor’s left brow rose up in curiosity. He pulled out something fluffy and small out of the bag. As he looked at it in his hand, his eyes were wide in awe.

It was a keychain, which held a small Stag. It seemed handmade too. Alastor looked into the bag and saw another small animal, he pulled it out and it was a fawn keychain. Also handmade. He looked at Tony, who chuckled.

“My Ma helped me with ‘em ! One for each of ya !”

Alastor gave Tony a wobbly smile and then he hugged him.

“Thank you, Brotha.”

“Always, Alasta.”

M/n sat there and smiled with absolute happiness. As the two adults parted, the young Radio Host let the boy decide what keychain he wanted.

“I want the big one ! If we are ever apart, we have something with us that reminds us of the other ! A feeling that the other is with us !”, M/n chirped happily.

Alastor liked the idea and put the Stag keychain on his Son’s set of keys, while he put the fawn keychain on his own set of keys. Then they read Tony’s cards and the younger man was close to tears.

“Thank you so much, Tony. Tell the others a thank you as well, yes ?”, Alastor asked gently.

“You are welcome and I will.”, Tony replied gently.

Then the older male looked at Alastor’s Son.

“And you, take good care of him. If you need any help, just come to me. Okay, little man ?”

“Understood, Uncle !”

“Good.”

With that the man excused himself and left the house. Over the next few days, Alastor was sick, M/n took a lot of care of him. He looked after him, cooked for the both of them, went shopping alone, reported to Tony how he was and asked for small favors if needed and he helped Alastor into the bathroom to bathe and all the other things. The boy went above and beyond for his Papa. Alastor felt blessed to have M/n as his child and Tony was very happy and proud of the boy.

He would always help his Father.

As Alastor returned to work, all his coworkers cheered and welcomed him back happily, told him the gossip that he missed while he was sick and looked out for him a bit more than usual. M/n couldn’t be happier and nor could Tony.

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cruesuffix · 3 months

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so i made this blog for the sole reason of a silly idea i had, which is:

ranking mötley crüe outfits because we get bored sometimes!!

to start: this photo

let’s start with mick:

- i love this era of mick btw (can be said about every era)

-the pants are cute ngl, like i think he really liked these cause i have a couple more pics of him wearing them. 7/10 (yo wait i’m looking at the pic again, wtf is that white stuff near his dick…i really hope he didn’t rip those jeans…)

- THE SHOES idc what anyone says those shoes are a serve frfr‼️ i don’t think he’s worn these ones a lot (imo he should of these are so cute) 8/10

-the leather jacket is nothing special imo, like very stock standard looking jacket it’s getting a 5/10

-the scarf…i’m beefing. like we could have gotten a nice chest pic right there and the old man is busy trying to be “modest”, SHOW CHEST OLD MAN 2/10

- which brings us to the shirt, very conveniently buttoned the last two buttons but won’t show us chest, like my guy tommy’s right next to you showing off his tits and here you are- you know what the shirt is still nice so i’ll give it a 6.5/10

mick altogether has a score of: 8/10

next up is tommy:

- ok i can’t exactly see his pants, but i’m pretty sure his has tassels on them, and i’m a sucker for tassels, so that’s an 8/10

- i can’t see the belt he has on so it’s getting a 3/10 sorry tommy nobody can see that

- the shirt (practically half off anyways) will get a 7/10 because you’re not a coward and will show us chest for free (unlike some people >:/)

- once again the leather jacket is the least important part of this outfit it’s getting a 3.5/10 (still more important than that nonexistent belt though)

-the earrings are a plus though, it will get a 6.6/10 they’re helping him serve (not like he needs the help)

so tommy’s outfit will give him: 7.4/10

now onto vince:

- even though we can’t really see the pants, the small part of his foot the camera captured tells us he’s also wearing leather pants…nothing special so 5/10

-he’s actually wearing sneakers, which he’s worn since like probably ‘82 or something like that, which i find funny compared to some of the things he’s worn…i’ll give that a 6/10 for the humour value

- of course, he’s only wearing a leather jacket but i’ll give him a 7/10 for the audacity…we need to start taking notes people (*cough mick *cough)

- the gloves are a bonus actually like that’s kind of a serve ngl 8/10

so vince’s score will be: 7.9/10

now onto our last subject, nikki:

- first thing you lock onto in this photo is nikki’s jacket. that is a great damn jacket my god. putting nikki in my rob list as we speak actually. i will be giving the jacket a 9/10

- the shirt is ruffled (i’m pretty sure the ruffles aren’t apart of the jacket but i wouldn’t be surprised) i actually like that kind of style…secret time: i loved nikki’s phase where he dressed like a gay pirate that only exclusively listened to queen. so that being said, the shirt gets a 8/10

-the pants are obviously leather and we know how i feel about leather pants…it’s getting a 5/10.

- the shades are actually really nice, i love circle frames you can pry that shit outta my cold dead hands- anyways those get a 7.5/10

- the bass will be counted as a part of the outfit…love it, can’t go wrong with black, especially if it fits the outfit 9/10

to complete the set, nikki gets a 8.2/10 (sorry mick this outfit just eats)

this was so much fun to do, i might do more (if that’s what you guys would like too) anyways that’s been the first instalment of “ranking the crüe fits” with your host lily!

#mötley crüe #tommy lee #nikki sixx #vince neil #mick mars #motley crue #ranking the crüe fits #side note they all look so pretty

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starluvsx · 5 months

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★𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

proofread: yes mam

word count: 617

WARNINGS: nothing rlly.just cute fluff cause I need to recover from my last pic

A/N:i don't acc think chris would do this in a million years but someone said this was their 2024 predictions for the triplets in one of those like cannon confessions and its been stuck in my head since.

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Chris was an identical triplet.anyone that knew him knew that.one of the things that differentiated him from his two other brothers though was his lack of body modifications.he had only his ears pierced once which was basically the opposite of his brothers who's arms and legs were littered in tattoos and nick even having a nose piercing.it never bothered him though.it was just simply never something he desired.

well that was until one night, after far too many pepsis, he got an idea.he had been thinking about getting his first tattoo lately but didn't want it to be anything meaningless or stupid.he wanted something that he would look back on and know why he got it and didn’t want to feel ashamed or embarrassed to have it.

he racked his brain for what felt like hours (20 minutes) until the perfect idea came to mind.he wanted to get the day that him and his girlfriend met over his heart.nothing big or crazy.simple enough for him to not look like a madman but special enough to where he would actually go through with getting it.

10/18/17 were the digits.the day they had officially first met and as chris liked to say, the day he fell in love with her.he never actually said that but it was a thought that lingered in the back of his mind on lonely nights were he was left with nothing but the comfort of his own reminiscence.

the pain was pretty bad but he knew this was wanted to do.the little pricks at his skin meant nothing seeing as he would die for the girl he got this for though.since the tattoo was fairly simple it didn't take super long, probably 40 minutes at max.he was excited the whole drive home though.he absolutely could not wait to show her.

Once he walked into the house he was met with her eyes. "Oh hey babe.i thought you were going shopping?Where the bags?"she asked, suspicious of what he had done for the past 2 hours out of the house to come home empty handed.he didn't respond in words though, only taking off his jacket once he was closer to the girl.

"oh wow okay"she said confused and shocked at his stripping.he then took off his shirt.eager to show her what he had done earlier which he was so giddy about last night.once his shirt was off he pointed to the numbers over his heart.a big cheeky smile planted on his face.

she could feel tears well up in here eyes at the sight of this.she knew he didn't like corny couple shit like this, made him cringe like crazy, but also that he wanted his first tattoo to be special and the reason he had held off on it for so long was because he wanted something that really meant a lot to him.her heart warmed knowing this was how he showed how much she meant to him.

"you're literally the cutest I can't " she said before grabbing face and kissing his pink lips passionately.Once she pulled away she did have one question to ask. "how'd you even remember that day?"

"How could I not."was his only answer, the words coming out as his face began to heat up.she rolled her eyes playfully before pulling him in close for a hug. his arms made a ring around her lower body.

"I love you"she whispered into his ear.words she had said probably a million times that meant the most when said to him.

#sturniolo triplets #influencers #x reader #youtube #celebrity #chris sturniolo #fluff #cute #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo

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straykids-97 · 1 year

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Vermilion

“Why do we offer vermilion to God?”

Chan likes when you make him feel powerful. And one thing he likes to do is hunt… you.

Warnings: cat/mouse dynamics/primal play, (Chan hunts y/n through a crowd of people), brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, fear play (Chan enjoys terrorizing y/n. A literal menace.) Sensory play, (Chan’s senses are heightened so the reader uses them to try and mess w him.) Blood play (duh. Chan’s a vampire.)

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Pics below are how I imagine Chan looks at the reader when he's annoyed and well. The second is just hot heh.

You and Chan had been planning this excursion for weeks now. There was a festival happening near where you lived and you were dying to go. Chan, of course, being the protective boyfriend he was, didn’t like the idea of you going alone. There, however, was one small problem.

Chan wasn’t human. He hadn’t been for at least 100 years. So, being a vampire, existing around a crowd of humans was difficult. Even though he was by your standards, ‘old’, he was still a young vampire to his Coven. But, you made it more manageable; you grounded him.

“Did you remember your suppressing necklace?” You questioned, peeking up at him as he pivoted awkwardly. While Chan was graceful in his age, he sometimes appeared awkward around you. Especially when he was experiencing something new with you. It made him apprehensive, defensive even. This was something he hadn’t done since he was a human. And it made him uneasy.

He adjusted his dark shirt, his hands anchoring on his belt as he tightened it, “Yep. Going to get it now.” You fluttered your eyes a few times. Your mind went numb by observing your boyfriend do something as simple as adjusting his belt made your brain short circuit. “I’ll see you when you get home then?” You breathe out. “See ya.” He gave your forehead a quick peck before dipping out of the kitchen where you were standing. You cleared your throat, “Damn.” you bite your lip and watch him close the door behind him.

After collecting yourself, you remember that you need to get prepared for the carnival while Chan was out. He’d be taking you directly after he gets home. So, you had approximately an hour to get ready. You intended on wearing a no-frills green summer dress with a deep V. You smooth the dress out and rush to the washroom to curl your hair in delicate waves. Just as you finish applying mascara, you hear the front door open. “Y/n?” Chan’s voice calls into your home, “In the bathroom!” You answer, as you unplug the now cooled-off hair machine and begin to wrap the cord around it.

You bent over placing the curler beneath the sink when you hear Chan take a resonant breath, “Are you wearing a dress?” You turn to glance at him, brushing the hair from your eyes, you nod. “Yeah. Why, is it too much?” You question, looking down at your outfit. You peek back up at him with big eyes, hoping that he’d cave and let you wear the dress. Chan shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath before taking one long step toward you. “No. Please change. I’ll meet you in the car.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and left you to stand there bewildered.

Did he really just say that you couldn’t wear this dress? He literally bought it for you?

You grit your teeth as you put your cosmetics away, “No? I’ll show you.” You grumble, tossing the last thing into your bag of makeup before tucking it away on your side of the sink. You toddle angrily to your bedroom and grab your jean jacket, “I’ll show him.” You fluff your locks onto your shoulders, jerking your jacket into place, and you stare at yourself in the mirror in your shared bedroom. With a definitive huff, you seize your phone and bag and marched to the door.

Chan was too engrossed with his phone to detect that you hadn’t changed, “Ready?” He questioned, putting the car into drive. You simply nod and stare out the window, your heart racing. You hoped that suppressor was powerful enough that he couldn’t hear your racing heart. Normally, if Chan said to do something, you obeyed with no objection. Maybe it was because of what he was, maybe this suppressor was stronger than either of you realized…

After 30 minutes of driving, you reached the bustling city center where the festival was being held. Chan effortlessly found parking and got out to pay for the meter, you slowly get out of the car, adjusting your jacket and putting your purse across your body. You began to fidget; Chan was about to see that you hadn’t changed. You hoped that he wouldn’t take you both home. He totally would and you knew that. So you prayed he would have a change of heart for tonight and deal with you later when you got home.

You wait patiently by the end of the car as Chan approaches you and you hold your breath as he takes your hand. “C’mon.” He nods his head toward the festival that was in full swing ahead of you. He offers your a soft smile as he steers you forward, and you feel a little better; maybe Chan doesn’t care as much because of his suppressor? You considered as he lingers near one of the stalls that had several different kinds of food. “Which one?” Chan asks, taping the glass that divided the food and you.

You take a deep breath and tilt forward, gazing at the different kinds of corn dog choices. You bite your lip, deep in thought. You decide on the mozzarella cheese one, “I’d like to get the mozz-” you stop talking when you notice that the man behind the booth was shamelessly staring down your dress at your exposed chest, only glancing away awkwardly when he was caught, “-arella cheese one.” You stammer, glancing at Chan. He undoubtedly witnessed the man staring, and that you hadn’t changed. Chan’s gaze bounced between your breasts and the man’s face, who looked utterly petrified; a normal reaction when Chan was enraged near humans. “Coming right up!” The man squeaked, turning away and hastily getting your order ready. You gaze up at Chan, who narrowed his eyes at you for a beat before shifting to pay for the food. Shit. You thought as he calmly takes the food without thanking the tender, quietly handing your food to you.

Chan takes your hand in his and guides you further into the festival, enjoying his food as he peeked around the throng of people. “Chan…” You trail off. He didn’t reply but you knew even if he didn’t have his superhuman hearing, a normal human could hear with how close the two of you were as you moved through the crowd. “Chan-”

“We will talk about this later.” His tone was low and absolute. He didn’t want to talk about this here or right now. You drop it instantly, not wanting him to snap and get him into trouble with his Coven. You sigh and look over to a booth, “Oh!” You point frantically in the direction of a stall that had several kinds of stuffed animals. Chan chuckles, “Alright. Alright.” He sighs, permitting you to tug him toward the booth. After a few tries, Chan manages to win a medium-sized stuffed animal. You were happy, but Chan was aggravated. “If I didn’t have this ridiculous suppressor on, I could have won more than one of those dumb things.” He griped. “Well, I like the penguin you got me, thank you.” You squeeze the stuffed animal and pause to look around to see what to do next. Your eyes bounce over the different stalls that lined the street, “Oh, look at that one!” you go to grab your boyfriend only to grab nothing. You do a 360, discovering that Chan had kept wandering, leaving you alone to be shifted around in the crowd.

Your heart rammed in your chest, panicking, you call out, “Chan?!” you curse to yourself. Chan wouldn’t be able to hear you with that suppressor on or smell you. Not that he could, there were probably too many scents that it would be hard to find you. Just as you sensed your chest constrict, you feel your phone vibrate in your purse. You frantically search for it, immediately answering, “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Chan’s voice was calm, but he too sounded frantic. “I don’t know. The crowd moved me around, I have no idea where I am.” You confess, glancing around. “Do you see anything? What booths are near you?” He asked. You glance around, “Um… A few that are selling like necklaces and stuff?” Chan scoffs, “That’s nearly a dozen places. What else?”

“I’m just trying to help.” You say, feeling irritated, “There’s a food vendor selling cakes.” You offer. Silence before you hear him sigh, “Do you see any carnival games?” He asked. “No. I don’t. Chan- I don’t know where I am.” There was a long pause. “Y/n, I’m taking the suppressor off to find you. Don’t move. Stay on the phone with me. Please.” He requests. You take a deep breath, feeling irked again. “You’re being awful insisting today.” You grumble. “Oh? How so?” He asked, the sound of carnival games playing in the background of the call. “First I couldn’t go with you to get your suppressor from the Coven,” you begin to list of things that he demanded of you, “and then you told me to change. You bought this as a gift. Why can’t I wear it?” You nearly shout. Your frustrations were aired out, and though Chan would most likely be upset, you felt better knowing that you had said them out loud.

“That’s what this is about? Isn’t it?” He asks. “What?” You scowl. “That’s why you ran off? Because you’re upset that I asked you to change?” You groan, “No. I actually got lost, Chan. I’m not doing this for attention.”

“A likely story.” He scoffs. You grit your teeth and begin to wander away from the spot, not wanting Chan to find you just yet. Normally it wouldn’t bother you so bad, but after a long day of being ordered around, you could just scream.

“I’m serious. I stopped to look around at the stalls and then you were gone.” You walk up to a stand where they were selling bracelets and various other items of jewelry and begin to speak to the vendor. “Y/n.” Chan sounded out, clearly annoyed. “I’ll take this one.” You point to a black bracelet, “Thank you.” You smile at the woman and continue walking away. “What?” You hiss. “You didn’t say that I couldn’t look around at the vendors.” You roll your eyes and begin to make your way through the crowd, looking around the various different stalls. You find one with a few sweets, “Oo!” You cry excitedly, “What? What happened?” Chan demanded. You stay silent as you near the stand, “Y/n, I swear to God-”

“You shouldn’t swear to things you don’t believe in, Chan.” You chastise, rolling your eyes. “What flavors do you have.”

“Jesus Christ- Y/n. You’re going to throw me into hunting mode if you keep acting like that.” He warned. “Maybe you’d find me faster.” You grumble, thanking the man as you shuffle along. You hear Chan hiss, “I’ve had about enough of you-”

“Then hang up.” There was a long silence before Chan speaks. His tone his cold, making you freeze on the spot. “If you move anymore, you’ll have some significant consequences… Brat.” Chan had to have taken off the suppressor. He was hunting now. He was hunting you. He was no longer in the mood for dealing with the brat side of you. Part of you wanted to obey him so that you wouldn’t be in trouble, but the other part didn’t care. “Or what? Chan?” You dare ask. What was wrong with you? Did you have a death wish? Chan let out a dark chuckle, “Keep playing your games, little one. You never win. And there’s a lot of people… And I don’t care who sees. Just remember that while you’re running away.” You gasp softly, your skin heating up. He lets out a chuckle, “Run. Run. Run, little one. I’ll find you. And when I do…” He trails off, taking a deep breath, “You better hope you’ve managed to get away from people.”

You instantly begin to run away from the booths, knowing full well that Chan will keep his promise and deal with the consequences later. He was old, his acquaintances were older and he had friends in high places. There wasn’t anything that Chan couldn’t do and get out of. So whatever he wanted to do to you at that moment was the least of his worries.

You managed to get away from the busier part of the festival and began to catch your breath. After a few moments, you put your phone back up to your ear. To hear where he was or if he had hung up. You were on the outskirts of the festival now, you could make a straight shot into the walking trail conveniently a few feet away. That way you could at least run into the woods and lead Chan away from the people, preventing some nights from being ruined. “Where have you gone now?” He hummed, “You’re wearing my patience thin, y/n.” He tsked. “You started it.” You countered. Chan lets out a humorless laugh, “And how so?”

“By being so bossy. You’re always so bossy for no reason. And now you’re blaming me.” You rolled your eyes, you shift to see a woman handing out free lollipops. You try to refuse, but she won’t let you. You thank her and look down at it as Chan replies, “Blaming you? Of course I am. If you would have just listened, our night would be going smoothly.”

“If you weren’t so territorial of me, then we wouldn’t be in the spot we’re in now.” You roll your eyes, testing the lollipop. It was sweeter than normal, but you enjoyed the flavor. You decide to stand here for a moment to catch your breath. “You’re the one who put me into hunting mode, y/n. You know it’s dangerous around other humans.” He breathes into the phone receiver. From your perch near the sweet stand, you can see Chan perfectly; annoyed, hot, and bothered. You could tell by how tightly he was grasping the sleek, black phone in his hand.

“Me?” You scoff, “hardly. You started this this morning, Channie.” You tease. A soft breeze blew over your shoulder, causing your hair to fall into your eyes. His head snapped to you, “I most certainly did not, brat.” He seethes. You giggle, popping your lips around the lollipop in your mouth, “Oh? I was hoping you’d come finish it.”

“I plan on it.” Your face drains as he begins to stalk toward you. You drop your phone and sprint toward the woods. You could hear Chan growl behind you but that doesn’t stop you as you sprint off the trail. Your heart was ramming in your chest as you left the people behind in favor of the quieter woodland area that now surrounded you. You risk a peak behind you to see that Chan was not chasing you. You slow, glancing around to see if you could hear him prowling near you. But you could hear nothing as you stalled to a stop. You were lost in the woods; in your panic, you didn’t think about the possibility of ending up being lost.

You take a deep breath and begin to slowly traverse the forest, wrapping your arms around yourself and glancing around. “Hello?” You call into the night. It was quiet, eerily so. It made you even more on edge knowing that the reason it was so quiet was that Chan was nearby. Woodland creatures ran away when supernatural beings were close, that was the only indicator that you knew he was following you still. Enjoying watching you squirm as you glanced around, panicked. “Alright. You can come out now. Before someone else finds me.” You raise your arms up. And then a plan forms in your mind.

You stop speaking, taking off your jacket, “Would really hate if some other vampire or vampires were to come to find me… All alone and defenseless!” You toss your purse onto the ground, reaching underneath your dress to your panties, tugging them down your thighs. “Or for someone to find these.” You swish your panties on your finger.

He wasn’t taking the bait.

You sigh, slingshotting them off into the shady forest, “A real shame. Little, naive me.” You step away from the pile of your belongings and keep walking through the forest, “All alone, with no one to protect me from the large, powerful, unholy beasts out there!” You shake your hands for emphasis as you step over a fallen tree, making sure to drag your skin across the bark. You hiss at the sensation of your ass being rubbed raw but keep going forward, “Be a real shame if someone,” you run your hands through your hair, shaking it and wiggling the loose strands that fell out of your head onto the ground. You knew that your hair and blood held the largest amount of your natural scent and it drove Chan insane when he was frenzied. If he was really nearby, he wouldn’t be able to help himself much longer. “Big and strong attacked me right now. Especially if my boyfriend lets it happen. Might just have to break up with him for allowing such an atrocity-” You pause hearing something snap behind you. You gasp and whirl around, expecting to see Chan behind you.

But there was nothing there. Your heart began to race, maybe Chan wasn’t actually there. Maybe it was someone else… You turn around to keep walking forward to see on a nearby branch your panties draped leisurely across the wood. Your heart thumps wildly, was someone else hunting you? Chan wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t leave your panties out like that. It made him angry knowing your scent was anywhere other than on you or him. Normally he’d grab them and tie your hands up with them later-

You whirl around, “Chan, this isn’t funny anymore.” Your voice falters slightly as you turn back around to see that your panties were gone again. You wheeze, fear gripping you. Whoever it was was closer than you wanted them to be. You took a step backward, bumping into something. Someone. You held your breath as whoever it was gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, “How cute.” a deep voice mutters. “Are you scared?” Your lip trembled but you couldn’t reply. Chan never let it get this far. He wouldn’t allow this to happen.

You whirl around to see that no one was there, making you immediately twist around to see Chan standing a few feet away, his vermillion eyes watching you intensely. “Well?” His voice was that of the one you had just heard, making you feel leaps better, but the adrenaline still pumped in your veins. You feebly nod your head, and within a blink of an eye, Chan was standing right in front of you. You gasp, “Chan-” You begin to say but you were pressed against a tree, “Shut. Up. I’ve heard enough of your mouth tonight.” With that, he stuffed your panties in your mouth, growling in your ear as he unbuckled his belt. “If I hear you even make so much as a peep, you will not cum for a week. Do you understand me?” You nod your head. “Excellent. Pleased to know we understand each other.” He snarls, thrusting into you harshly.

His red eyes flared with desire, “Look at me.” His fingertips dug into your ass cheeks, holding you in place as he fucked you against the tree. “You cum before I say, you’ll be in more trouble than you already are. Do you understand?” You nod your head frantically, tears welling in your eyes as you try not to moan. Chan’s rough, fast pace made your head spin but you tried your hardest not to make a noise. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears falling down your cheeks. You feel Chan’s tongue lick up the tears, a hot groan leaving his lips, “So sweet.” He moans into your neck, thrusting harder before yanking out your gag. “Fucking moan for me, princess.” He grunts. It only takes a few strokes before he has you screaming with pleasure. “Ch-cha-chan!” You cry, feeling your orgasm fast approaching, you knew you weren’t going to be able to fend it off. It was like he was setting you up for failure.

Almost.

“My baby wants to cum?” He coos, a wicked grin spreading across his features. You could see his sharp incisors on full display as he bares his teeth at you, “Hmm? You wanna cum for me? Like the sweet, little-fucking-brat you are?” You nod, “Yes. Yes.” You chant, holding onto his biceps, “Please. Please, Chan. Please.” He closes his eyes and reopens them, a new heat replaced in them. It was almost like the red in his eyes was burning brighter now. “Listen from now on?” He asked. You nod. “Obey me?” You nod at his request.

He leans in, “Cum.” You gasp, as if you were his own personal puppet, your high came crashing down on you like ton of bricks, causing you to shriek. Chan groans, holding your hips and picking up his already inhuman pace, making various animalistic grunts and growls. “Fucking. Fuck. Fucking brat.” He groans one last time before stilling. You both pant for a moment before he gently places you on your feet.

Your legs fail you like a newborn baby deer and you nearly fall to the ground. But, Chan catches you, chuckling, “Too much?” You look up at him sleepily. “Awe…” he coos as he bites his wrist. He helps you up, holding his arm out to you, “So you can walk out of here without an issue.” He watches as you lick his wound. It closes within seconds and you were able to feel the healing effects quickly. You could see a dribble of his own blood on the corner of his mouth, and he smirks. “I won’t afford you the same luxury when we get home.” He says as he hands you your belongings and your phone. “Here. You dropped these.” He helps you stand up, seeing his blood on your lips made his now dark eyes flash red, “We best find the car? Unless we desire to offend the family walking home? Hmm?”

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soft-teddybear · 1 year

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ateez - gifts they’ll give their s/o

genre: fluff

cw: none that I’m aware

summary: Christmas special! What would ateez give to their s/o as a christmas present and why.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction made for entertainment and from my point of view of the members.

members under the cut.

seonghwa: thootless plushie.

he wanted to give you something to keep you company while he went away for his activities, but he wanted to be original and after thinking about it for long he finally got it: a toothless plushie with recording of his voice saying different things like i love you, stay safe, take care. seonghwa also made sure that the button was har to get while cuddling so it won’t scare you at nights if you press it by accident, he also got matching scarfs for the three of you so it could be part of your family.

hongjoong: personalised bag.

he would buy a bag of your favourite color and decorate it using things you loved: lyrics from your favourite songs, meaning full dates or things that remind you of special occasions or events in your life, everything to make it more you. for someone that didn’t know you most of i wouldn’t make sense, but you knew the meaning behaving everything and were surprised hongjoong knew you so well. the big was a big art piece of everything that represented and made your personality and it included things that hongjoong loved about you.

yunho: favourite drink gift card.

call it coffee, boba, regular tea, yunho know what you love to drink and that you drink it lots, so he thought of a gift card, but a normal one was boring so he went big. yunho got a membership card and added money to it, the equivalent of a drink for each week of the year, that way he could “invite” you for a drink even when he was away or busy whit his schedule. that isn’t stoping him from paying your drink every time you go out, no, he still pays saying that this way the gift could last longer.

yeosang: gaming set.

most specific a keyboard and headphones, you liked to play online video games with him when you couldn’t see each other, it was like a long distance date but your sent wasn’t the best and it caused problems. so yeosang helped you build your own gaming set by giving you part of it, on your favourite colours of course. that wasn’t the only reason thought, he wanted you to have a set that would also motivate you to do your school work and study and he loved your company while gaming so it was a win-win situation, a gift for the both of you.

san: matching jewellery.

he wanted to give you something to remind you of him even when he was away on tour or really busy to meet you, and he also wanted it to be discrete so he could use it on his daily life with out getting too much attention so a matching set of a necklace and a bracelet was. they has each other’s birth stone, so you’ll have san’s and san has yours, it was an expensive gift but he really didn’t cared because he wanted to feel you close and four you to feel the same but in a more discrete and fashionable way.

mingi: big coat.

it was an inner joke, you always steals his hoodies, jackets and coats because you “were cold” but in reality you just wanted to be hugged by his warm clothing full of his smell, so he bought you a big coat that matched most of your clothing, with a little extra gift inside a pocket: a bottle of his perfume. that way you could ad it to the coat or any other thing you wish that smelled like mingi. he made sure you knew you could still take his clothing but that he wanted to help you build your own style and maybe keep most of his coats to himself in the process.

wooyoung: photo album.

printed and decorated lots of pics of his favourite memories with you, all of them takes by him, the album was almost full of beautiful memories and had some empty spaces for you to fill them with your favourite. the decoration was so pretty too, some doodles, stickers, quotes and detailed that brought even more life to the images, they were really amazing and you almost cried while looking at it, because it was almost full because both wooyoung and you loved every single time you spend together, ben if it’s not really planed.

jongho: big teddy bear.

went extra because it’s dressed and smells like him. once you told him that you missed his cuddles, you were particularly needy that day so the statement came out dramatic, but jongho took note so when Christmas was near and he looked out for a teddy bear big enough to wear human clothing and bought him an outfit soft enough to cuddle with, he then spend lost of nights cuddling with the plushie and adding his perfume so it’ll smell just like him on the day he’ll give it to you. said day came and you cried a bit when you opened it because it was the most perfect gift.

n/a: Rosie Christmas gift, sorry if it’s a mess but i had to rewrite the whole thing besucase i lost the original and i was sad. thank you for supporting my work this year, it was really one of the highlight and it makes me really happy.

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➥ PART 6 OF MESSENGER; a small smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.

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“YOU KNOW THE RULES, 22. WHAT WOULD COACH SAY ABOUT THIS?”

Doyeon— your team’s captain, your best friend, and currently the person you were hovering over as she jolted and tried to hide her phone under her jacket sleeve— startled so badly at your booming voice that she almost hit her head on the locker door. Almost. As it stood she narrowly missed cracking her pretty face open on the metal, swinging her sharp gaze around to glare at you instead.

You snooped shamelessly; her phone screen seemed to be lingering on a text message thread.

“You’re terrible,” you chided. “Almost ripped my ear off at practice today when I was on my phone, but look at you. Five minutes before the game and you’re doing this. If I wasn’t so personally hurt I’d surely report you to the NCAA—”

“I dragged you onto the court because you were literally up next in set,” she hissed, “So I don’t want to hear it, brat; and keep your voice down!”

...Hmm. Bingo.

You’d managed to deduce exactly the reaction you were looking for. She only did that wide-eyed small-mouth yelling when she was on the edge— which meant that she was stressed, even if she's been dodging your eyes all afternoon. Instead of replying to her name-calling like you usually would your eyes lowered into a squint, and then drifted to the phone she’d now tossed onto a shelf in her locker.

Your game against the Hanyang Tigers was set to start in a little under five minutes. Coach had gone off to do something last-minute and boring and official, like check the court for proper net height ordinances or something, which left you and the team wandering around the room to finish warming up before she returned and things became serious— but for now, the vibe in the SNU locker room was still pretty light. Light, besides the obvious cloud of agitation floating around your captain.

Doyeon’s shoulders were stiff. Her lips pursed, and her attention clearly elsewhere.

“Did that loser do something dumb again?” you asked. The immediate slump of her shoulders answered your question before her mouth did.

“No,” she lied.

A beat.

“Or… I don’t know yet, should I say,” she added, dejectedly, when your eyes narrowed on her further. “And you know he hates it when you call him that.”

“I’ll say it like I see it,” you replied. “And until he gets his priorities straight, I don’t know about Donghyuck. I only know loser. What’d he do now?”

You didn’t actually dislike Donghyuck. You thought he was pretty funny, truthfully. Nice, clever, if not a little rebellious; the extrovert to reign over all extroverts.

You were the one to introduce him to Doyeon, even— after his incessant inquires about her began to drive you insane during the class you shared last semester, where you’d gotten to know him as your lab partner and then eventual friend (or should you say frenemy, since you both tended to argue more than not). Even though they seemed to be polar opposites on paper, Doyeon and Donghyuck actually ended up hitting it off a few months ago. They’ve officially been together for a few weeks now… but as many new couples eventually find, a spot of turbulence has begun to form in the waters of their relationship. (Namely, the one that was plaguing your best friend right now: his schedule.)

Donghyuck was a popular guy. Not to say that Doyeon wasn’t, the sweetheart and absolute knock-out she is, but Hyuck is in three clubs, a fraternity, and a sport; not to mention his affinity for spending every rare free moment doing something, being somewhere, having fun somehow.

It wasn’t a problem until it was a problem. Donghyuck missed a date he’d planned with Doyeon a few days ago, leaving your poor captain hanging out to dry at an arcade downtown because he’d lost track all eighty billion of the things he does during the week— and it wasn’t the first time he’d accidentally blown her off, either. But this was the worst and most recent of them, and it was obvious that day had stung your best friend pretty badly.

He's been groveling at her feet to make it up to her as of late, a definite step in the right direction, but as the best friend who'd had to hear her hold back tears on the phone afterwards? He was still on thin ice with you.

“I asked him to come to our game a few days ago, but he said he had a Nu Chi thing tonight that he wouldn’t be able to get out of,” Doyeon confided after a moment, eyes cloudy. “But now his location is off, and he’s not responding to my texts.”

"Oh,” you said. “Well. My eyebrows are... raised, but even I can’t crucify him for just that–”

“Me neither,” she cut in. “I wasn’t upset about that.”

“...Then—”

“What I’m upset about, is that Yoojin just texted me and said he was at B-Block dorms like, ten minutes ago, just walking around with one of his friends. Y’know. On the other side of campus, where his frat is not?”

You blinked. Yikes.

“Ah.”

“Right,” Doyeon sighed.

You weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that your coach returned then, smacking her clipboard against the bench to gather everyone's attention at the other end of the locker room. In an instant Doyeon’s expression changed, shifting into that of the captain who needed to gather her team and not of a girl who just found out that her boyfriend might be lying about his whereabouts.

You’d better not be doing anything stupid, Donghyuck, you thought unhelpfully, as you gave Doyeon the only thing you could think of— a weak pat on the back. I’ll kick your ass, motherfucker. I’ll make you wish you never met me.

Renjun is going to be completely honest; he had never really intended on actually meeting you.

The idea had surely crossed his mind, more often after that time you’d called him, recent nights going by where he found himself wondering in the lull between your messages if your laugh sounded higher or lower in person, or if you'd smell like the flowers you told him you press sometimes to use in your tea— but Renjun was nothing if not a realist, and knew that neither of you expected this messenger thing to go on for as long as it has.

He wasn't delusional enough to tell himself he didn't care about you, as he knew that whatever he felt in his stomach when your name lit up on his screen was not... normal, but he also knew that in the blink of an eye you could become too busy, or not find him as interesting, or simply find something better to do with your time that text him all day, and the thought of that made him nervous enough that he decided to prepare for the worst instead of hope for the best. Now, whenever you crossed his mind and he realized he was dwelling, wondering what you were doing, when you'd text him, what you might say or do or show him next— he reminded himself that you both were probably never going to meet, and forced himself to think about something else.

However. Because of this. Renjun has never actually allowed himself to think about what he’d do if he saw you in person.

Which is why he has no idea what the fuck would possess him to tell Donghyuck he’d go to your game.

He wasn’t even sure why he did it. Before Hyuck mentioned anything about volleyball Renjun had already been mashing his refusal into the keyboard, as on a normal afternoon Donghyuck’s request would have been met with a swift no, much less after a stressful weekend back home, two delayed flights, and an unedited essay waiting on his laptop waiting be turned in before midnight. The last thing he wanted to do was muck around some house party or fraternity kickback with a bunch of people he didn’t know.

I’d rather walk back to Jilin, he’d been typing, lips already pulled into a scowl, You have six hundred other friends who actually LIKE going to things like this, why do you always insist on harassing me with—

But then the next message that popped onto the screen had his fingers freezing over the send button.

Volleyball game, Hyuck had said. It was right there in the gray bubble. Staring back at him, surrounded by exclamation marks, like there was a chance he’d miss it.

Volleyball, he thought.

As in… the game taking place tonight? The one the women’s team is playing in?

The women’s team that you told him you were on?

And then everything happened so quickly. The part of his brain that controlled self-preservation flatlined, and before he could think better of it he told Donghyuck he’d go. 6 o’clock came in the blink of an eye and then all of a sudden Renjun was… here. Stuck to Donghyuck’s side in one of the many SNU stadium gyms, his stomach twisting in his body because his stupid, thoughtless desire to see you meant he didn’t realize until it was too late what he’d done— which was secretly show up here with the intention to watch you without you knowing, like a creep, potentially risking screwing up everything if you found out and—

Donghyuck nudged him out of his turmoil. "You want to see something cool?" he asked excitedly. Renjun followed his pointed finger to one of the banners hanging from the rafters on the walls.

He wasn't sure what he was looking at until the banner shifted against the wind of the airconditioning and the title became visible.

Women's Volleyball National Champions, 4X!

“Kim Doyeon,” Donghyuck had said proudly, “Mine, right there, number 22; but she was only vice captain, then! Now look at her. Moving up in the world…”

Renjun tuned him out as he looked over the banner, really looking over it, swallowing thickly as the letters danced against the breeze. This banner was from earlier this year. Your name was on there somewhere. Hyun Mijoo…? Could you be a Mijoo?

The buzzer rang then, a jarring sound that almost made Renjun leap out of his seat, but to everyone else in the stadium it must’ve signaled something exciting because the chattering amped up tenfold.

Without warning, a little under a dozen girls streamed out of the tunnel to the far right of the court, and the entire half of the gym that they were sitting in erupted into cheers. Renjun’s stomach began to twist like he was committing some sort of crime.

Donghyuck was whistling, howling for his girlfriend like a man possessed; and Kim Doyeon, the girl who’s heart he was here to mend, was the first one in the pack. Renjun's eyes followed her as she walked onto the court, expression calm, long brown hair pulled into two braids on the back of her head. She was a real force of nature— and Renjun wasn’t only saying this because she was taller than him— but because as if she wouldn’t be sought after just for being tall and attractive; she was treasurer for the student government, studying to become a pediatrician, and genuinely very, very nice. The whole perfect triangle.

He was sure that half the guys in the bleachers were going to have their eyes locked on her for the whole evening despite the fact that Donghyuck was right here; because without trying, she just commanded that type of attention.

Though. If someone were to ask Renjun what color her knee pads were, or whether the hair-tie in her braids were black or white, he would draw a huge, blinking blank. Why?

Because right behind Doyeon, hair tugged into a ponytail and practically hopping down the court with a giant smile on their face, was you.

The selfie you’d sent him that first week you started talking hadn’t been nearly as mysterious as his. Even surprising himself, he recognized instantly the curve of your chin, the warmness of your skin; your eyes looked the same even from halfway across the room, shiny and bright and squinted into a grin as you and Doyeon and the other members of the team jogged to the center of the court.

In the span of a second, he stopped hating himself for being here just a little bit less.

“God,” Donghyuck whined, “Maybe this was a mistake. I can never think right when she’s in that damn uniform. Isn’t she just so…?”

He couldn't help but try to memorize everything he saw; to confirm or deny everything he'd ever wondered. From here, it didn’t look like you were that much shorter than Doyeon. The top of your head might hit around Renjun’s nose, maybe his top lip if the perspective was giving you another inch.

“Actually don’t answer that, unless you want to get bit. Only I get to think about how hot she is. Fucking hell.”

For some terrible reason he chose then to wonder if you were stronger than him. You’d been threatening to beat him up lately, your go-to response for whenever he said anything you didn’t like— like telling you to go to bed, and scolding you when you shucked off doing your classwork to wander around campus and prowl for animals to take pictures of— and Renjun always shrugged it off, positive that you were all talk, but now he wasn’t sure. He doesn’t work out. You look like you work out. Your legs looked awfully long in those shorts, and when he watches you stretch your arms above your head he notices the curve of your waist, too.

He swallowed a second time— this one much more difficult than the first.

“Hey… Hello? Earth to LunJeon? What the… Dude, tell me you’re actually not staring at my girlfriend right now?”

A whistle blew, the huddle broke up, and the crowd cheered again. A bunch of girls left the court. He wasn’t sure why only six remained from each team, the opposing school’s red and yellow uniforms on one side and Seoul National’s black and white on the other, but you happened to be one of the ones that stayed and that was all he really cared to notice.

“Or— Wait, is it— Are you looking at Y/N? Ponytail?”

It was like someone popped a rubber band right next to his ear. The sounds of the room snapped back into his mind, no longer muffled and distant— Renjun whipped around.

Ponytail?

“What?”

“You were looking at Y/N!”

Donghyuck must’ve read the startled look on Renjun’s face as confusion and not the horror it actually was from realizing he was staring so blatantly, because he quickly elaborated. “Number 10,” he hissed, “The libero!”

“I don’t know what a libero is,” Renjun said just as fast, instantly defensive, but on the inside his mind was going a hundred miles an hour. Your jersey had a big, silver 10 on the back. He really was talking about you.

Y/N? That's your name?

Donghyuck didn’t look fooled by this response in the slightest, still watching Renjun with clear alarm that he’d just found his friend paying attention to a girl for once, but before he could ask anything else Renjun scowled and turned his attention back to the game— careful, now, to pretend like he was looking at the opposing team.

“I was looking at her because I was trying to figure out why her shirt is a different color. I’ve never been to a volleyball game. I don’t know why—”

“Even if, you were like— super staring, dude. I was talking to you and you didn’t hear me!”

“Ignoring you is nothing new,” Renjun muttered. “Are you going to answer my question or not?”

“What question?”

“Why is number ten wearing white shirt, when everyone else is wearing black?”

His friend blinked back at the court, obviously skeptical, like he still wasn’t sure if he was really just asking about your clothing choice. “Y/N’s the libero,” Donghyuck eventually relented, “It means that her main job over everything else is just making sure the ball never touches the ground. You’ll see soon enough. She’s stupidly good at it. Gonna be flying all over this court.”

The whistle blew, the sound that signaled that the game was really about to start; And fly you did. But instead of the vague interest in your skill that he was expecting to feel, instead, within minutes of the match starting his stomach was in knots.

Cuts and bruises appeared to be the least of your concerns. Renjun watched, slack-jawed, as you tossed yourself all over the stadium; to the point that he started to lose track how many times you completely pancaked your body to the hardwood, an arm outstretched just in time to smack the ball into the waiting hands of another teammate— only to get back on your feet without a second of hesitation and do it again a moment later. The first time he’d seen it he was startled— by both the action, and the fact that everyone just kept going afterwards. Wasn’t anyone going to check on you? Or call a time-out, or something? There’s no way that wasn’t going to bruise; how was the game still on?

The second time you hit the ground led quickly into the third, and by the fourth time Renjun saw you dive to the hardwood, the sound of your body hitting the ground audible even from where he was sitting, his shock had transformed into something else: a cold, uncomfortable pit in his gut.

He was worried about you. And realizing this was as embarrassing as it was horrifying. Worried? Half an hour ago he didn’t even know your name. Who was he to get concerned about your health, to the point that every hit nearly made him wince?

This game was just more brutal than he thought; he'd be this worried about anyone.

(He chose not to think about his reaction to one of the harder times you’d fallen— how sharply his breath got caught in his throat when you’d hit the ground after a particularly long volley after halftime, a nasty spill that had the bleachers tittering in concern. You took longer to bounce back to your feet like usual, a grimace painted onto your face instead of your usual determination, and with each passing second that you didn’t get up Renjun’s lungs felt like they were being squeezed in someone's fist. Only after you rolled to your feet did he realize he’d been digging his nails into the seat— and when the realization hit him, the little knowing crescents left behind in the plastic, he’d gotten so embarrassed that he banned himself from looking at you again until the game ended.)

17 to 9.

Weakly, he watched you hop around with Doyeon on the court after the final whistle, hand in hand with congratulations to spare.

Despite his own guilt-caused exhaustion, seeing you smile was… nice. No matter how awful an idea it had been to come here, he couldn’t deny that. His stupid desire had been granted: Now he just had to find a way out of here without being seen. He'd usher Donghyuck to go find his girlfriend, tell him he needed to use the bathroom or something and just disappear into the night, and since everyone else was leaving now and you were thankfully standing on the complete opposite side from the exits, it probably wouldn't be too risky to just go now—

“Doyeon-ie!” Donghyuck wailed.

Half the people surrounding them turned, including a few faces from the court. Including Doyeon. Including you.

And Renjun could only watch as your attention found his friend— and then, as Donghyuck sprouted to his feet and grabbed Renjun’s sleeve to haul him up too, how your wide eyes drifted to his.

Donghyuck bounded down the stadium stairs, madly waving his free hand around like you and Doyeon could have possibly managed to not hear his howling— and your best friend’s jaw all but dropped, disbelief written all over her face. You, however, only held back a sigh of relief.

So you chose life, you thought, surprise instantly overtaken by satisfaction as he neared. Good. I guess I won’t have to stick my foot up your ass after all.

As Doyeon’s awe melted into a grin, what caught your attention quickly thereafter was the wide-eyed, absolutely horrified looking boy that Donghyuck was dragging along behind him. When they came close enough to touch and Donghyuck let him go to pull your friend into a whirling hug, he seemed to freeze in place.

“What are you doing here?” Doyeon asked, “I thought you said you had a frat thing...?”

“I did,” Donghyuck said sheepishly, “I do, actually, since it’s actually still happening right now, but I told Mark I had something I couldn’t miss tonight and kinda just… dipped? I really wanted to see you. I turned my phone off so he wouldn’t be blowing up my messages while I was here."

And in one fell swoop, Doyeon’s heart warmed over. If you weren’t happy for her you’d roll your eyes at his save; guy probably has no idea how close he’d just flown to the sun.

"You did great tonight, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes. “What about me, Hyuck? Did I do great?”

He doesn’t even look at you properly. Just glances at you over his girlfriend's shoulder.

“Could’ve done without all the showing off,” he said, devoid of all that sweetness he’d just been showering Doyeon in. Of course. Fucker. “Can’t say you didn’t carry tonight, though. Good save in the third quarter but Jesus, when are you going to stop putting your ribs on the line to save a point?”

“When it stops winning us games,” you shrugged. “Like you have the right to say that when you’re out there getting tackled every other week by angry little men in soccer cleats—”

“Soccer is different, stupid.”

“The hell it is. Not in this context—”

“Yes, in this context! There’s no way you should be risking knocking a lung out of place in a non-contact sport just to—”

“It’s the nature of the game! I don’t know what makes you think that because volleyball isn’t a ‘tackle-your-opponents’ type sport, that—”

“Guys,” Doyeon interrupted. You both turned to her. “Um. Are you going to introduce us to your friend, Hyuck?”

You blinked.

Oh. Right. Right. You turned your attention back to the new face.

Game-goers were passing through the court to leave the gym, now. Friends of the team were doing much like Donghyuck did, wandering down to the floor for congratulatory hugs and high-fives, which meant there were people pretty much everywhere; students, athletes, family and friends, team staff, a million people moving and talking and existing at once, but... But for some reason, this guy was only staring at you.

Unsure what else to do, you simply stared right back.

Up close like this you couldn’t help but notice that he was actually quite cute. Very cute. In a cool, composed kind of way, even though he looked like he’d bolt out of the room if someone so much as dropped a water bottle near him right now. Wavy brown hair, big, dark eyes, an adorably downturned pout— You probably would have been more amazed by his beauty if the sickly look on his face wasn’t starting to make you worry.

Did you know him from somewhere? Is that why he was looking at you like this?

Donghyuck sighed as if Doyeon had asked him to run three times around the building instead of be a good friend. “I mean… I suppose I should, right? Fine. My dear Doie. Beelzebub.” You made a move as if you were going to punch him and he jumped to hide behind Doyeon. “Meet Junnie, my favorite social recluse, and pretty much the only reason I didn’t fail my classes freshman year. Thought I’d pop his university-outing cherry tonight.”

Oh? Wait a second. You perked up a little. “The roommate?” you asked. “The one you told me about that one time? Hoo..ang, something? Renjun?”

Renjun’s mouth opened a little, but no sound came out. You waited for him to respond. Doyeon stared at him. Donghyuck, as if only now sensing his friend's state, finally turned to look at him too. He only continued to stare back at you.

“Not much of a talker, huh? That’s fine. Doyeon likes to say I can talk enough for two on my—”

“Huang,” Renjun said suddenly. Startlingly. (Even his voice was cute. Much lower than you were expecting from a face like that.)

“Huh?”

“My name,” he added quietly. “You said Hoo-Ang. It’s Huang.”

“Huang?”

You couldn’t help the nagging feeling that he was expecting you to notice something just then— he stood there with almost visibly bated breath, rigidity in every feature as he watched you, but no bells were being rung. Maybe the kid was just… nervous? Just because you had no concept of social cues, able to befriend just about anyone and everyone given enough time with your unabashed personality, didn’t mean that others threw normal concepts like demurity to the wind too.

You shrugged, hit him with your best smile, and held your hand out. You weren't quite sure what his deal was, but something about him intrigued you.

After looking between your hand and you as if expecting you to snatch it back and laugh in his face or something, Renjun put his very, very clammy palm to yours.

“Well, Huang,” you told him firmly, “It’s nice to finally put a name to a face, huh?”

(If you’d been privy to his thoughts then, the single word in his head that he wouldn’t have dared to say out loud— for multiple reasons other than the fact that he’d apparently forgotten how to fucking speak— you would have heard his weak, disbelieving, “Likewise.”)

a/n: pls leave a like if you enjoyed! i'm finally out of writers block mfs

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