i hope you like it noelle!

Do you think Johann is in the astral plane like “ooooh noooooooooo I’m dead this is the worst, I hope none of my friends turn up,” and then Noelle rolls in and it’s sad, it’s obviously sad, but it’s also kinda fine because…she was sorta dead already. And Johann is just dreading any other friends showing up and he’s dreading and dreading and dreading and then he’s like. Still dreading. Still waiting. Waiting for some friends to show up.

“I think they did it!” Noelle exclaims. “They won! They lived!”

“Great,” said Johann, “great great cool. Hey guess what’s the most typical thing in the world, there was the apocalypse and like. I died.”

“Yup! I don’t think anyone else from the Bureau of Balance died! Just us and hell I was already dead!”

“Yeah yeah yeah cool, this is the most Johann thing that could have happened to me”

ghulette  asked:

Headcanon Meme (if you're still doing it! :)) Victor Zsasz + Female reader: sfw - 7, 8. NSFW - 3,5,7, 10.

Victor Zsasz Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

SFW

7. Kissing Headcanon: 

Victor isn’t one for PDA, his private life is his and his alone. So what happens when you are at home will not leave his lips. That goes for kissing as well. It is very rare that Victor will kiss you in public. You’ll get the occasional kiss on the cheek after a whisper, but that’s about it. At home however, Victor will find any excuse to put his lips onto your skin. Moving your hair to the side each morning to kiss you on the neck. Stopping arguments with his lips meeting yours. It’s a better solution than yelling at eachother, anyway.

8. Sleeping Headcanon: 

Your first night over, Victor fell asleep first, that left you in the bed, wondering what to do. You knew better than to snuggle up against him, his notoriety as an assassin still scared you. Eventually you fell asleep. Morning soon came, and you found him snuggled up against you, his head on your chest.

NSFW

3. Favorite kinks/fantasies/toys: 

Victor is such a dom! Nothing will ever get him out of control, not even little ol’ you! He’s also a sucker for exhibition and stalking. One of which he’s done, I’m not going to tell you though.

5. Public play headcanon: 

Although Victor does not like PDA, he likes it when you call him on the job. Those loving midnight chats turn into to, “I wish you were here” leading to “I need your cock.” After a while, as payback, he started calling you at work. Explaining to you, what he’s going to do to you when you get home. Once in a blue moon, in spite of his claims, when he’s taken you out for dinner, his hands have wondered up your dress. Giving the two of you another game to play.

7. Foreplay/turn-ons headcanon: 

Foreplay can start from the phone calls, but they end up in the house, up in the bedroom. You’re on the bed, and Victor is in a chair in front of you. He loves watching you touch yourself. He loves to hear your moans. He loves it even more when he gets to watch your figures disappear into yourself.

10. Aftercare/afterwards headcanon: 

Victor loves you so much, and after sex, he lets you know that even more. If need be, he’ll hold you, and hold you, for hours on end, the two of you have fallen asleep like that many times.

:)

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About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him — and I didn’t know how potent that part might be — that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.❞

Bella Swan

limerence | pt. 2

(n.) the state of being infatuated with another person

Originally posted by yuijiyong

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 5,734

Genre: G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance

Summary: “One more drink won’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: Warning - there’s a small amount of abuse. I in no way know exactly what happens in SM/with their managers, this is all simply fiction.

My body ached, and my skin felt sticky under the silk sheets. The sun was barely streaming through the curtains of the bedroom I was in, but I felt completely awake, and semi-unaware of where I was. I fumbled for my phone, before finally finding it and reading the time on the face: eight o’clock.

Suddenly, I felt the light breathing of someone beside me. I glanced over towards the opposite end of the bed, realizing Jiyong was silently sleeping with the covers thrown almost completely off of his body, just as naked as I was.

If the pounding in my head didn’t signified how drunk I’d gotten the night before, then the naked man beside me, whose bed I was also naked in, definitely did. I fumbled out of the bed as quietly and quickly as I could manage, making sure that I didn’t wake Jiyong up at any costs. I threw on the pair of sweats he’d given me the night before, along with the t-shirt, both of which were just a little too large on me. I quickly found my dress and undergarments from the night before, and after stuffing them in to my bag, I made my way towards the door of the bedroom.

I glanced back once more at Jiyong, his bright orange hair in disarray against the red of his sheets. Quickly, I forced myself to pull my attention away from his tattooed chest and into his living room, where I tripped over not one, but two wiggling bodies.

I almost screamed, but managed to cover my mouth and bite my tongue simultaneously. Once my breathing was almost normal, I realized the two bodies I’d almost tripped over were, in fact, two dogs covered in fat rolls.

“Oh my goodness, hi,” I laughed, both at my own foolishness and at how adorable the two, now fully awake, dogs were. They panted at my feet, and I couldn’t resist stooping down to pet the two of them.

“Hi, oh you two are so sweet. You’re such good puppies, aren’t you?” I cooed as they licked my hands. “Oh, yes, you are. Now, let’s not wake up your daddy, alright? I’m trying to sneak out of here before he sees me, and I need your help to not wake him up, okay? Can you two do that for me?”

The dogs continued to bask in my affection, completely unaware of anything I was saying to them. Eventually, I managed to pull myself away from them and hurry towards the front door, pulling it shut as quietly as I could behind me. 

Flustered, I managed to hail a cab and pay the driver handsomely for driving me as fast as he possibly could back to the SM Entertainment complex, where Noelle and I lived in an apartment right off the building adjacent to the dorms that the bands slept in. After pressing in the key code to the door, I scurried quickly into the hallway and towards mine and Noelle’s room, where I prayed she would still be sleeping after the late night EXO had at the awards show – and I was sure afterwards too.

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the possible questions Noelle would have for me, especially if she noticed I hadn’t come back the night before, I unlocked our door and crept inside to find our small studio apartment completely… empty.

Confused, I headed straight to my bed. I crawled in to it, depositing my bag in close on the floor beside it. I glanced over at Noelle’s bed that was just a short distance across the room from mine. I was even more confused to find that it appeared her bed hadn’t been slept in the previous night.

Pulling the covers over my head, I sighed deeply, trying to erase the memories from the night before that suddenly bombarded me. I couldn’t help thinking of Jiyong, how his bright orange hair flopped carelessly into his eyes; how his lips had tasted the first time he’d kissed me; how it’d felt when I’d been pressed so dangerously close to him, and only pulled closer. It didn’t help that I was enclosed in my little blanket cocoon, dressed in his clothes that I’d no doubt stolen and embraced in his scent.

Just as I was reciting, unintentionally, the most extreme moments of the night before, I was brought out of my reverie by a key being placed into our door, and it slowly being pushed open. I poked my head out from beneath the covers, suddenly extremely nervous to face my roommate and life-long best friend. She’d known I was out all night, for sure. There was no way she’d miss something like me not coming home.

“MaKenna? Oh, my gosh, I’d hoped you’d still be asleep.” Noelle crept in through the door, her face suddenly turning the cover of her flaming ginger hair. She was clothed in a pair of gym shorts and an extremely large black hoodie, which just caused the orange color of her hair to stand out more. I narrowed my eyes at her, suddenly realizing Noelle hadn’t come home last night either.

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” I asked casually as she flopped down on her bed across from me.

“Um, well… they’re uh… they’re Kris’s,” she replied, almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Kris? Are you serious? Is that who you’ve been out with?” I asked. I’d known Noelle had had a crush on EXO-M’s leader, but I’d never thought that anything had come out of the crush.

“Yeah, I stayed with him last night. Luhan decided to watch a movie with Sehun and Suho last night, so Kris’s room was empty and well…”

“You mean you and Kris had sex?” I asked, totally dumbfounded. Also, I felt extremely guilty. My best friend, albeit because she was caught, was telling me about her events with a boy the night previous, and yet I was hiding all of mine, and would continue to do so. Mine and Jiyong’s night was a onetime thing, and I was looking forward to putting it out of my mind.

“Um, yeah, well…” Noelle trailed off, her face turned away from me. Quickly, I flew out of my own bed and over to hers. I laid across her outstretched legs, which gave me a clear view of her face.

“Well?” I raised my eyebrows.

“We’ve actually been dating each other for a little while, secretly.”

“Noelle Jones! You’ve been dating Kris and haven’t told me any of it?!” I asked, completely stunned by my friend’s sudden confession.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down! We didn’t tell anyone. MaKenna, if their managers found out, I’d be fired. They won’t let the boys date anyone that’s not an SM celebrity, and I’m most definitely not an SM celebrity.” Noelle groaned, leaning back against her pillows. “But I like him too much to let him go.”

“Stop, this is too much adorable for one morning’s confession. I’m secretly dying over here.” I laughed, and was rewarded with a hit from Noelle’s pillow. “Is he really good in bed? I bet he would. Kris looks like an animal.”

“Oh my gosh, stop! That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!” Noelle groaned, glancing down at me. She smirked. “He was great.”

“Now I’m jealous!” I fake complained, groaning into my arms.

“Hey, whose clothes are you wearing?” Noelle asked, flicking the t-shirt I was wearing, which I suddenly noticed was printed with a ‘BigBang’ logo on it. The oversized grey sweats didn’t help in convincing Noelle that I was wearing my own clothes.

“Uh… Kai’s,” I said sheepishly.

“Oh, Kai’s?” Noelle raised her eyebrow suggestively.

“Stop, it’s nothing like that. We’re just friends, and besides,” I glanced down the sweats, lying through my teeth. “I’m not sure if these are even his. They could be Chanyeol’s. I just love wearing big clothes.”

Noelle expected an answer with nothing more than a teasing look. “Get off my bed, I didn’t sleep any last night. I need my sleep, especially after what Kris and I got up to.”

I quickly made my way to my own bed as Noelle turned over in hers for her after-sex nap. I needed my own nap, but suddenly I felt as awake as I’d felt all morning. Jiyong’s scent engulfed me, making my head light. Without Noelle’s distraction, I was forced to lie awake and think of nothing but his hands, his lips, the way his tattoos scripted along his body, and the amazing one-night stand I’d had with none other than the G-dragon.


“MaKenna, are you day-dreaming? With scissors in your hand? Because you’re, like, super close to my hair.” Luhan’s voice broke into, what in fact, was an actual day dream. I refocused, realizing I was actually pretty close to chopping off the right side of his bangs.

“Oh, hush. I know what I’m doing. Who knew you could be so sassy.” I bluffed, laughing away his accusations. “I think you hang out with Sehun too much.”

“What can I say, he’s my best friend,” Luhan shrugged. Once I’d successfully trimmed his hair without getting distracted, I was able to turn my head back to the center of my distractions for that morning, and most of the previous mornings: Kris and Noelle.

Noelle was taking her time doing Kris’ make-up for him that morning; she was taking so much time that I’d already finished Luhan, Sehun, and Suho’s hair while Kris sat in her chair. Of course, the two tried to spend as much time as possible together, especially when the managers weren’t looking.

Noelle was standing between Kris’ legs, holding an eyeliner pencil in her hand and tilting his chin up with the other. He lazily rested his hand on her side, laughing as she pretended to scold him for not holding still.

“You’re so jealous,” Luhan said as he stood up from my chair, smirking. Of course, since Luhan was Kris’ roommate, he was the first to figure out the two’s relationship.

“I’m going to be sick, is what I am,” I snarled, shaking the hair from my towels a little too forcefully. In all honesty, I’d been nothing but jealous of the two since Noelle had told me of their relationship a week and a half prior.

“Sick with jealousy,” Luhan replied.

“Get out of my sight, LuLu, before I beat that smirk off your face,” I hissed, causing him to laugh loudly.

“You’re lucky Sehun is making me lunch, or I’d have to stay here all day just to tell you how jealous you’re acting.” With that, Luhan handed me back my last towel and disappeared out the door. I ground my teeth together, hating the fact that Luhan was able to read me so easily. Of course I was jealous. I was jealous that Noelle and Kris fit so easily, so perfectly, together. I was jealous of the fact that I didn’t have someone that great, someone I could fit that perfectly with.

“Ooh, someone looks grumpy.” I groaned as Kai sat down in my chair. If anyone could read me better than Luhan could, it was definitely Kai.

“I’m fine,” I said, placing a cloth around his neck. “Did the managers tell you how they want your hair? I can’t mess up the face.”

“Oh, yeah, please don’t ruin the face,” Kai laughed sarcastically. “I have no idea what they want done with it. Do what you think looks best. This music video concept sucks anyway.”

I smiled. “Have I ever told you you’re my best friend, Jongin?”

“Only a couple times a day,” he smiled mischievously. Kai was definitely one person who could brighten up my day. That, and the fact that Noelle had finally moved on to doing Xiumin’s make-up. “So what’s bothering you?”

I bit my lip as I rubbed mousse through Kai’s hair, debating inwardly with myself. I wanted to tell Kai so much, starting with my one night stand with G-Dragon. I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted something like what Noelle and Kris had. Hell, I wanted to tell him about Noelle and Kris. Kai had come to me so many nights, upset or pissed or sad because of something that had happened with their management, or because he missed his parents. Kai had told me so many of his secrets in the short time I’d known him, and yet I froze up when I tried to tell him one of my own.

“I… I did something,” I finally spilled, not able to meet his eyes.

“Oh?” Kai raised an eyebrow, although his head stayed perfectly motionless as I kept styling his hair.

“Yeah, something I shouldn’t have done. And I feel really guilty about it,” I confessed. However, thinking a little harder about that night with G-Dragon, I wondered how much I actually regretted. The sex had been great, and I’d even gotten free clothes out of it. “Or, maybe I feel guilty about not feeling guilty about it.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t feel guilty about it if you enjoyed it,” Kai said.

I stared, horrified. Did I actually enjoy hooking up with someone I’d only just met for one night? “I don’t really think enjoy is the right word.”

“What did you do?” Kai asked, more in a teasing way than in a curious way.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “It’s terrible. You’re going to hate me if I tell you.”

“Never. You’re my best friend. I mean, besides D.O, and Sehun. You’re my best girl friend.” Kai smiled.

I opened my mouth to spill everything just as the door was opened and one of EXO’s managers strode in.

“They should have been ready an hour ago. Get out, now.” He grabbed Kai’s arm roughly, pulling him away from me. I bit my lip, reaching out to stop him. Xiumin quickly escaped Noelle’s chair and followed the two out.

“I hate him,” Noelle growled. “Kai is going to have another damn bruise. He bruises so easy. Why can’t they just simply ask the boys to go? They’re perfectly capable of going on their own.”

“Come on. I’m going to have to finish Kai’s hair on set, or it will be my fault it looks like crap.” I grabbed my purse and hair kit and made my way out of the door and towards the green room, where EXO was filming their first scenes for their music video.

I was able to fix Kai’s hair in between close ups, and be on stand-by for almost four hours as the boys were pushed to their absolute limits, and beyond, in order to perfect the choreography for their video.

“YOU IDIOT!” I heard a roar from across the room, and glanced up from the touch ups I was giving Suho before his part in the video. My gaze immediately found Tao hanging his head as a manager pointed into his face. Even though Tao towered over the shorter man, it was clear in Tao’s body language how frightened he was.

“I’m sorry,” Tao mumbled, but even from my spot across the room I could hear him. The room had gone completely silent.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry you’re an idiot? Do better.” The manager seemed to be satisfied with his yelling, because he began to turn away from Tao. Suddenly, he turned back around and shoved Tao’s chest as hard as he could, causing Tao to tumble backwards and fall on what I knew was already an injured ankle. “Disgusting.”

Kris quickly tried to help Tao up, but was stopped by the same manager. “Don’t you dare help him, or you’ll both be punished.”

Instead of listening, Kris quickly grabbed Tao by the shoulders and hoisted him up, just as a few tears slipped down Tao’s cheeks. He quickly wiped his face and turned away from the rest of the group.

“I told you not to do that.” The manager’s voice had gone quiet, which was even scarier than when he was yelling. Slowly, he made his way to Kris and slapped him across his face. I heard Noelle let out a shriek, before she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Kris’ face stayed absolutely still, as if the slap had barely phased him.

“Which of you will dare defy me next? How about you? Should I punish you as well?” The manager made his way over to Lay, who, out of all the members, I knew to be the least in need of any kind of punishment. Just as their manager began to step too close to Lay’s already frightened face, I stepped forward.

“Stop! He’s done nothing,” I screamed, causing the whole room to stare at me. I clamped a hand over my mouth, realizing what I’d just done.

“Who the hell do you think you are, girl? Disrespecting me like that. How dare you tell me how to discipline my band?”

“I…I…” I couldn’t form words. I just stared, horrified, at the people surrounding me.

“GET OUT!” The manager roared. I quickly grabbed my things and strode from the room, not able to look any of the members in the face. I slung open the door and walked as fast as I could towards our work room.

“What in the hell was that?” Noelle had followed me from the filming room, and was currently hot on my trail.

“I just… I couldn’t let him hurt Lay,” I sighed, throwing my bag into the room and slamming the door shut. I didn’t want to be anywhere near SM at the moment. “I need a drink.”

“A drink? Seriously?” Noelle asked as I turned and made my way towards the exit to the entertainment complex. Once outside, I quickly hailed a cab. Noelle followed me inside the vehicle, although I could feel her apprehension about the whole thing.

“MaKenna, let’s talk about what happened back there,” Noelle said after I told the cabbie to take us to the closest bar. I shook my head, staring out the window.

“I couldn’t help them, Noelle. I couldn’t help them or I’d lose this job. They’d fire me.” And if they fired me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to help the boys. I’d have to leave them alone to face the horror that was SM Entertainment.

“I know. I hate it, too. Seeing him do that to Kris. I don’t know, it almost felt like he’d hauled off and slapped me in the face too. I couldn’t take it.” Noelle sighed. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

We spent the rest of the short ride in silence. Quickly we paid and made our way inside. I took a seat at the closest bar stool I could find and ordered my favorite poison: tequila and tonic. Noelle ordered her own drink, and after two I was feeling a little more calmed down after the scene we’d witnessed.

“It hurts that I had to walk away from them. I can’t stand not knowing what’s happening to them right now. They could be hurting them even more right now, and I can’t do anything about it,” I groaned, downing another drink in a couple of gulps. I welcomed the scorching burn of the alcohol as it travelled down my throat and settled like a lake of fire in my stomach.

“I think Kris might leave,” Noelle said suddenly, staring intently into her drink. I turned my head to narrow my eyes at her.

“You mean he’s going to break up with you?” I asked.

“No, well maybe. But I think he’s going to leave SM. He’s going to quit EXO.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t. Not for sure. But sometimes he’ll say something that just makes me wonder what exactly he’s planning. There’s a lot of stuff he doesn’t tell me, MaKenna, and that scares me.” Noelle quickly ordered another round for us. The alcohol was making it both easier and harder to process the events we’d just witnessed.

“I think I should go back to the complex and wait for him. I need to make sure he’s okay,” Noelle said, handing the bartender enough money to cover her drinks and a tip. She slipped off the stool and grabbed her bag. “Are you coming?”

As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t near drunk enough to deal with what I’d face when I went back to the complex. I shook my head slowly, taking another burning swig. I’d lost count of how many I’d had. “No, I need to stay. Make sure Tao is alright for me, please?”

“I will. Be safe, alright? Call me if you need anything.” Noelle disappeared quickly from the bar. I turned back around in my seat after watching her go and ordered another drink.

One thing I realized about getting sorrowfully drunk was that I absolutely hated doing it alone. I watched as an hour slipped by and I drank a few more drinks. I could tell the bartender was beginning to worry about my wellbeing, He even offered to listen to my problems.

Instead, I paid and asked him to call me a cab, because the floor was suddenly spinning very fast. Finally, I saw the bright light flash on top of the cab out front and, stumbling, I made my way into the backseat of the cab.

“Where to, ma’am?” The driver asked me.

“I… I don’t want to be alone,” I mumbled against the seat.

“I still need to have an address, or I can’t take you anywhere.” I spouted off the first address that came to mind, even though I couldn’t remember for the life of me whose address it actually was. It wasn’t like I knew very many people in Seoul outside of the SM complex.

“We’re here, ma’am. I need you to pay, please.” The driver’s voice was causing a pounding to erupt inside my head. I quickly handed him a wad of won and fumbled with the door handle until I could get it open, spilling myself out onto the sidewalk before an apartment complex.

I walked towards the door I knew I wanted, beating on it haphazardly with my fist. After a few minutes, I realized no one was coming to the door. For some awful reason, this realization caused tears to spring to my eyes. It seemed as though the fact that no one was home had unearthed a deep sadness within me.

I sunk down to the ground, my back pressed up against the door. I sobbed uncontrollably into my hands, the tequila in my system making it hard to think of anything besides how awfully sad it was that I couldn’t remember exactly who I wanted to come to the door.

“MaKenna?” I’d folded my arms across my knees, and managed to lean my head down so that I was somewhere between crying and sleeping. At the sound of my name, however, I glanced up sharply.

I met the eyes of G-Dragon, and immediately my eyes watered again. The last person I wanted to see was Kwon Jiyong. And yet, I was so happy he was home. I’d waited so long.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He quickly placed the grocery bags he was carrying down on the stoop outside his door and gathered me in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

"I didn’t want to be alone, and I’m here, but I don’t know why. Last time was a mistake and Tao got pushed down and I just… I couldn’t take it.” I sobbed as my words ran together helplessly, placing my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, I reached out and ran my hand through his thick, now dull, orange hair. “Your hair changed.”

“My roots are showing. I just need to have it redone. And you’re drunk.” I could feel his chuckle against me. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You smell like a bar.”

“I was at a bar,” I slurred matter-of-factly. Suddenly, the ground rushed away from me in a whirl of sickness. It took me a moment to allow the nausea to pass, and to realize Jiyong had picked me up from the ground to carry me inside his apartment.

He settled me on his couch and tried to untangle my arms from around his neck. I panicked, suddenly realizing he was trying to let me go.

“Please don’t leave me,” I sobbed, grabbing clumsily onto his shirt. The soft fabric crumpled in my fists as he looked down at me.

“I’m not leaving you, don’t worry. I just need to get you some Advil and water.” He tried to pull away again.

“No, please,” I cried. After a moment, Jiyong sighed and pulled my fists away from his shirt. Instead of walking away, however, he gathered me in his arms and settled his body behind mine on the couch.

“Why do you do this to me?” He asked softly, stroking my hair gently. I closed my eyes, because his words were too loud.

“I had a bad day at work,” I confessed after a moment, when it seemed the fuzziness wasn’t actually going to go away, even in Jiyong’s arms.

“So you decided to go get shit-faced because you had a bad day at work?” Even through the tequila in my head, I could make out his angry tone.

“I… They were being mean to my boys. And I tried to do something, but I made everything worse instead. So,” I shrugged, chomping down on my bottom lip. “Alcohol made everything better.”

“What boys? Do you mean EXO?” Jiyong asked, the angry creases in his face relaxing into a more concerned expression.

“Yes, EXO. You know, Kai and Chanyeol and Kris and Tao and um… there’s other ones too, I’m pretty sure…” I trailed off, glancing up at him. The fuzziness in my brain was making it real hard to focus on anything but the way Jiyong’s lips parted just perfectly so that I might be able to nestle mine between them.

“I’ve heard some rumors about SM, but I didn’t want them to be true. Are you sure you’re safe working there?” I tilted my head as much as I could against Jiyong’s arm, looking at him curiously. His lips were just so perfect.

“I don’t really remember…” I trailed, not in the slightest bit able to focus on his question. How could a pair of lips be that perfect? I knew he wanted to ask me another question, but my head was trying to split in half, and I was pretty sure another word out of Jiyong’s mouth would be the final blow. So instead, as he opened his mouth to utter more sounds that I wouldn’t be able to understand, I leaned forward and grasped his bottom lip in between mine.

He groaned in surprise, his whole body going rigid. I sucked harshly on the plump flesh, causing him to suddenly clamp his lips down around mine and move them accordingly. He pressed the warmth of his tongue against my parted lips, and I swallowed around it greedily. It flicked against my own, against my teeth, the roof of my mouth.

Finally, I broke away to subtly kiss the corner of his mouth, down to the ridges of his jaw. I heard the rumble of a groan in Jiyong’s chest, and I frowned against his skin, because beyond the alcohol, it almost sounded like a groan of defiance. And suddenly, I realized in was.

He grabbed my face and pulled it away from his skin, I frown creasing his brow. “MaKenna, we can’t do this. Not again.”

“Please, I need this, Jiyong,” I whispered, trying to make my voice as sultry as possible. Obviously it worked, coupled with the fact that I was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, letting the pads of my fingertips brush against his heated skin briefly every now and then. He stared at me for a few moments longer, while a swirl of lust and confliction went on a rampage behind his beautiful eyes. I tucked my bottom lip deep between my teeth, meeting his eyes with a pleading stare of my own.

“MaKenna…” he groaned, so needy. I smirked a little, letting my hand trail down to the outline of his pants. I slowly rubbed along the outline of him, working my fingers around him until I felt the growing twitches under my palm. When his hips bucked into my hand, I slipped beneath the waistbands of his pants and boxers, feeling the velvety softness of his skin against my hand.

I heard him let out another low groan, tossing his head back against the couch violently. He grabbed the sides of my face between his hands, bringing my attention away from my task and towards his lips. As he frantically kissed me, I worked my fingers around his length, slowly pulling him until I felt the blood rushing through his veins. Teasing the tip of him, I loosely worked my hand up and down as his hips bucked frantically, deep moans spilling in between our lips.

Once I noticed a sheen of sweat along his brow, and how uneven his panting had become, I tightened my grip around him, speeding up my ministrations just so. I smirked as that was all it took, and with just a few more bucks of his hips and a low moan into my mouth, Jiyong spilled over the back of my hand. As his warmth dripped between us, his tongue languidly battled with mine until he finally pulled away, his chest heaving harshly.

“Let me clean you up, baby,” he said finally, glancing down at my hand that I’d just managed to pull away from him. He grabbed a depleting box of tissues from the glass coffee table, pulling my hand up and slowly wiping any remnants of him off my skin.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked again as he concentrated on running his fingers softly along the plump veins that ran along the back of my hand. I quickly pried it from his grasp, hating the way he was looking at me. I stood up from the couch, his hooded gaze still following me as I ripped away the first layer of my clothing. Once I was in nothing but my undergarments, I turned back around to look at him, raising one eyebrow in a silent challenge.

Jiyong and I spent the next hour intertwined together, moving from his living room to his bedroom in a flurry of stripped clothing and roaming hands. Pressed against him, his lovely lips twirling and sucking around my skin as he brought me tumbling over every edge possible for him again and again, I was able to block out the rest of the world. In his little fortress of silk, rocking into me in the way that made me curl my toes and cry out, SM and Exo didn’t exist. Noelle and Kris were the farthest things from my mind, because for just an hour and thirty dollars’ worth of alcohol, Jiyong’s fiery skin pressed so deliciously against mine elicited a since of peace and forgetfulness in me that I’d realized I’d been chasing desperately after for months.

I tore at his skin, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting to keep him inside of me for as long as possible. He was the only thing I wanted to focus on: the way his hands curved just so around my waist and hips; the way his eyes couldn’t focus on one thing, until at the end, when all they latched onto was my own; the breathtaking way his lips left no part of my icy skin melting away beneath him. And when it was over, he let me, exhaustedly, crawl into his arms in all my sticky messiness and fall breathlessly asleep against his skin.


I woke up the next morning in a seeming since of déjà vu. The sun, the sheets, Jiyong on full display beside me. Everything was exactly how it should, and shouldn’t, have been. I slowly slipped away from the bed, trying to find more articles of his clothes that I could steal.

Once I’d finally pulled on a pair of patterned sweats, which were way more expensive than normally stolen clothes, I felt sure, and a scoop necked grey t-shirt, I began to pick up my clothes and shuffle towards the door.

“You’re leaving again?” I heard a voice ask behind me, still thick with sleep. I cursed, narrowing down the list of suspects who could be questioning me. While I knew G-Dragon had two dogs, I deduced that they wouldn’t be speaking to me in perfect Korean, and therefore, the voice asking, demanding, if I was sneaking off again was the same voice I was trying to escape from.

“I… yes, I have to be at work. I was hoping you’d be asleep,” I gasped out, suddenly feeling very shameful under his gaze, as if I was a child who’d just been caught stealing candy after bedtime.

“Was this a mistake, too?” He asked suddenly, and I jerked my eyes back to meet his. Sleep was still clinging to him desperately, but now a new determinedness was trying to surface beneath his messy waves of hair and bare chest.

“I… I…” I stuttered for a good three solid seconds before shutting my mouth and glancing back at my hands, obviously giving G-Dragon my answer. I heard his awful, scornful scoff as I continued to stand there under his hateful gaze, knowing I deserved the full blow of it.

“Just leave,” he rasped out, his voice suddenly sounding so very far away. “You have to be at work anyway.”

I tore out of his apartment quickly, not daring to stop and pat the two wiggly fat rolls lolling happily at me feet. What were their names? I wondered, feeling a sudden heaviness because I just really wanted to know what G-Dragon’s pets were named. Instead, I hailed a cab, and clambered in. As I sat in the back and felt warm tears spread down my cheeks, I realized how what I assumed was an escape was the exact thing I was trying to escape from.

limerence | pt. 2

(n.) the state of being infatuated with another person

Originally posted by yuijiyong

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 5,734

Genre: G-Dragon x OC, Friends With Benefits AU, smut, some fluff/romance

Summary: “One more drink won’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you.”

A/N: Warning - there’s a small amount of abuse. I in no way know exactly what happens in SM/with their managers, this is all simply fiction.

My body ached, and my skin felt sticky under the silk sheets. The sun was barely streaming through the curtains of the bedroom I was in, but I felt completely awake, and semi-unaware of where I was. I fumbled for my phone, before finally finding it and reading the time on the face: eight o’clock.

Suddenly, I felt the light breathing of someone beside me. I glanced over towards the opposite end of the bed, realizing Jiyong was silently sleeping with the covers thrown almost completely off of his body, just as naked as I was.

If the pounding in my head didn’t signified how drunk I’d gotten the night before, then the naked man beside me, whose bed I was also naked in, definitely did. I fumbled out of the bed as quietly and quickly as I could manage, making sure that I didn’t wake Jiyong up at any costs. I threw on the pair of sweats he’d given me the night before, along with the t-shirt, both of which were just a little too large on me. I quickly found my dress and undergarments from the night before, and after stuffing them in to my bag, I made my way towards the door of the bedroom.

I glanced back once more at Jiyong, his bright orange hair in disarray against the red of his sheets. Quickly, I forced myself to pull my attention away from his tattooed chest and into his living room, where I tripped over not one, but two wiggling bodies.

I almost screamed, but managed to cover my mouth and bite my tongue simultaneously. Once my breathing was almost normal, I realized the two bodies I’d almost tripped over were, in fact, two dogs covered in fat rolls.

“Oh my goodness, hi,” I laughed, both at my own foolishness and at how adorable the two, now fully awake, dogs were. They panted at my feet, and I couldn’t resist stooping down to pet the two of them.

“Hi, oh you two are so sweet. You’re such good puppies, aren’t you?” I cooed as they licked my hands. “Oh, yes, you are. Now, let’s not wake up your daddy, alright? I’m trying to sneak out of here before he sees me, and I need your help to not wake him up, okay? Can you two do that for me?”

The dogs continued to bask in my affection, completely unaware of anything I was saying to them. Eventually, I managed to pull myself away from them and hurry towards the front door, pulling it shut as quietly as I could behind me.

Flustered, I managed to hail a cab and pay the driver handsomely for driving me as fast as he possibly could back to the SM Entertainment complex, where Noelle and I lived in an apartment right off the building adjacent to the dorms that the bands slept in. After pressing in the key code to the door, I scurried quickly into the hallway and towards mine and Noelle’s room, where I prayed she would still be sleeping after the late night EXO had at the awards show – and I was sure afterwards too.

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the possible questions Noelle would have for me, especially if she noticed I hadn’t come back the night before, I unlocked our door and crept inside to find our small studio apartment completely… empty.

Confused, I headed straight to my bed. I crawled in to it, depositing my bag in close on the floor beside it. I glanced over at Noelle’s bed that was just a short distance across the room from mine. I was even more confused to find that it appeared her bed hadn’t been slept in the previous night.

Pulling the covers over my head, I sighed deeply, trying to erase the memories from the night before that suddenly bombarded me. I couldn’t help thinking of Jiyong, how his bright orange hair flopped carelessly into his eyes; how his lips had tasted the first time he’d kissed me; how it’d felt when I’d been pressed so dangerously close to him, and only pulled closer. It didn’t help that I was enclosed in my little blanket cocoon, dressed in his clothes that I’d no doubt stolen and embraced in his scent.

Just as I was reciting, unintentionally, the most extreme moments of the night before, I was brought out of my reverie by a key being placed into our door, and it slowly being pushed open. I poked my head out from beneath the covers, suddenly extremely nervous to face my roommate and life-long best friend. She’d known I was out all night, for sure. There was no way she’d miss something like me not coming home.

“MaKenna? Oh, my gosh, I’d hoped you’d still be asleep.” Noelle crept in through the door, her face suddenly turning the cover of her flaming ginger hair. She was clothed in a pair of gym shorts and an extremely large black hoodie, which just caused the orange color of her hair to stand out more. I narrowed my eyes at her, suddenly realizing Noelle hadn’t come home last night either.

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” I asked casually as she flopped down on her bed across from me.

“Um, well… they’re uh… they’re Kris’s,” she replied, almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Kris? Are you serious? Is that who you’ve been out with?” I asked. I’d known Noelle had had a crush on EXO-M’s leader, but I’d never thought that anything had come out of the crush.

“Yeah, I stayed with him last night. Luhan decided to watch a movie with Sehun and Suho last night, so Kris’s room was empty and well…”

“You mean you and Kris had sex?” I asked, totally dumbfounded. Also, I felt extremely guilty. My best friend, albeit because she was caught, was telling me about her events with a boy the night previous, and yet I was hiding all of mine, and would continue to do so. Mine and Jiyong’s night was a onetime thing, and I was looking forward to putting it out of my mind.

“Um, yeah, well…” Noelle trailed off, her face turned away from me. Quickly, I flew out of my own bed and over to hers. I laid across her outstretched legs, which gave me a clear view of her face.

“Well?” I raised my eyebrows.

“We’ve actually been dating each other for a little while, secretly.”

“Noelle Jones! You’ve been dating Kris and haven’t told me any of it?!” I asked, completely stunned by my friend’s sudden confession.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down! We didn’t tell anyone. MaKenna, if their managers found out, I’d be fired. They won’t let the boys date anyone that’s not an SM celebrity, and I’m most definitely not an SM celebrity.” Noelle groaned, leaning back against her pillows. “But I like him too much to let him go.”

“Stop, this is too much adorable for one morning’s confession. I’m secretly dying over here.” I laughed, and was rewarded with a hit from Noelle’s pillow. “Is he really good in bed? I bet he would. Kris looks like an animal.”

“Oh my gosh, stop! That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!” Noelle groaned, glancing down at me. She smirked. “He was great.”

“Now I’m jealous!” I fake complained, groaning into my arms.

“Hey, whose clothes are you wearing?” Noelle asked, flicking the t-shirt I was wearing, which I suddenly noticed was printed with a ‘BigBang’ logo on it. The oversized grey sweats didn’t help in convincing Noelle that I was wearing my own clothes.

“Uh… Kai’s,” I said sheepishly.

“Oh, Kai’s?” Noelle raised her eyebrow suggestively.

“Stop, it’s nothing like that. We’re just friends, and besides,” I glanced down the sweats, lying through my teeth. “I’m not sure if these are even his. They could be Chanyeol’s. I just love wearing big clothes.”

Noelle expected an answer with nothing more than a teasing look. “Get off my bed, I didn’t sleep any last night. I need my sleep, especially after what Kris and I got up to.”

I quickly made my way to my own bed as Noelle turned over in hers for her after-sex nap. I needed my own nap, but suddenly I felt as awake as I’d felt all morning. Jiyong’s scent engulfed me, making my head light. Without Noelle’s distraction, I was forced to lie awake and think of nothing but his hands, his lips, the way his tattoos scripted along his body, and the amazing one-night stand I’d had with none other than the G-dragon.

“MaKenna, are you day-dreaming? With scissors in your hand? Because you’re, like, super close to my hair.” Luhan’s voice broke into, what in fact, was an actual day dream. I refocused, realizing I was actually pretty close to chopping off the right side of his bangs.

“Oh, hush. I know what I’m doing. Who knew you could be so sassy.” I bluffed, laughing away his accusations. “I think you hang out with Sehun too much.”

“What can I say, he’s my best friend,” Luhan shrugged. Once I’d successfully trimmed his hair without getting distracted, I was able to turn my head back to the center of my distractions for that morning, and most of the previous mornings: Kris and Noelle.

Noelle was taking her time doing Kris’ make-up for him that morning; she was taking so much time that I’d already finished Luhan, Sehun, and Suho’s hair while Kris sat in her chair. Of course, the two tried to spend as much time as possible together, especially when the managers weren’t looking.

Noelle was standing between Kris’ legs, holding an eyeliner pencil in her hand and tilting his chin up with the other. He lazily rested his hand on her side, laughing as she pretended to scold him for not holding still.

“You’re so jealous,” Luhan said as he stood up from my chair, smirking. Of course, since Luhan was Kris’ roommate, he was the first to figure out the two’s relationship.

“I’m going to be sick, is what I am,” I snarled, shaking the hair from my towels a little too forcefully. In all honesty, I’d been nothing but jealous of the two since Noelle had told me of their relationship a week and a half prior.

“Sick with jealousy,” Luhan replied.

“Get out of my sight, LuLu, before I beat that smirk off your face,” I hissed, causing him to laugh loudly.

“You’re lucky Sehun is making me lunch, or I’d have to stay here all day just to tell you how jealous you’re acting.” With that, Luhan handed me back my last towel and disappeared out the door. I ground my teeth together, hating the fact that Luhan was able to read me so easily. Of course I was jealous. I was jealous that Noelle and Kris fit so easily, so perfectly, together. I was jealous of the fact that I didn’t have someone that great, someone I could fit that perfectly with.

“Ooh, someone looks grumpy.” I groaned as Kai sat down in my chair. If anyone could read me better than Luhan could, it was definitely Kai.

“I’m fine,” I said, placing a cloth around his neck. “Did the managers tell you how they want your hair? I can’t mess up the face.”

“Oh, yeah, please don’t ruin the face,” Kai laughed sarcastically. “I have no idea what they want done with it. Do what you think looks best. This music video concept sucks anyway.”

I smiled. “Have I ever told you you’re my best friend, Jongin?”

“Only a couple times a day,” he smiled mischievously. Kai was definitely one person who could brighten up my day. That, and the fact that Noelle had finally moved on to doing Xiumin’s make-up. “So what’s bothering you?”

I bit my lip as I rubbed mousse through Kai’s hair, debating inwardly with myself. I wanted to tell Kai so much, starting with my one night stand with G-Dragon. I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted something like what Noelle and Kris had. Hell, I wanted to tell him about Noelle and Kris. Kai had come to me so many nights, upset or pissed or sad because of something that had happened with their management, or because he missed his parents. Kai had told me so many of his secrets in the short time I’d known him, and yet I froze up when I tried to tell him one of my own.

“I… I did something,” I finally spilled, not able to meet his eyes.

“Oh?” Kai raised an eyebrow, although his head stayed perfectly motionless as I kept styling his hair.

“Yeah, something I shouldn’t have done. And I feel really guilty about it,” I confessed. However, thinking a little harder about that night with G-Dragon, I wondered how much I actually regretted. The sex had been great, and I’d even gotten free clothes out of it. “Or, maybe I feel guilty about not feeling guilty about it.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t feel guilty about it if you enjoyed it,” Kai said.

I stared, horrified. Did I actually enjoy hooking up with someone I’d only just met for one night? “I don’t really think enjoy is the right word.”

“What did you do?” Kai asked, more in a teasing way than in a curious way.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “It’s terrible. You’re going to hate me if I tell you.”

“Never. You’re my best friend. I mean, besides D.O, and Sehun. You’re my best girl friend.” Kai smiled.

I opened my mouth to spill everything just as the door was opened and one of EXO’s managers strode in.

“They should have been ready an hour ago. Get out, now.” He grabbed Kai’s arm roughly, pulling him away from me. I bit my lip, reaching out to stop him. Xiumin quickly escaped Noelle’s chair and followed the two out.

“I hate him,” Noelle growled. “Kai is going to have another damn bruise. He bruises so easy. Why can’t they just simply ask the boys to go? They’re perfectly capable of going on their own.”

“Come on. I’m going to have to finish Kai’s hair on set, or it will be my fault it looks like crap.” I grabbed my purse and hair kit and made my way out of the door and towards the green room, where EXO was filming their first scenes for their music video.

I was able to fix Kai’s hair in between close ups, and be on stand-by for almost four hours as the boys were pushed to their absolute limits, and beyond, in order to perfect the choreography for their video.

“YOU IDIOT!” I heard a roar from across the room, and glanced up from the touch ups I was giving Suho before his part in the video. My gaze immediately found Tao hanging his head as a manager pointed into his face. Even though Tao towered over the shorter man, it was clear in Tao’s body language how frightened he was.

“I’m sorry,” Tao mumbled, but even from my spot across the room I could hear him. The room had gone completely silent.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry you’re an idiot? Do better.” The manager seemed to be satisfied with his yelling, because he began to turn away from Tao. Suddenly, he turned back around and shoved Tao’s chest as hard as he could, causing Tao to tumble backwards and fall on what I knew was already an injured ankle. “Disgusting.”

Kris quickly tried to help Tao up, but was stopped by the same manager. “Don’t you dare help him, or you’ll both be punished.”

Instead of listening, Kris quickly grabbed Tao by the shoulders and hoisted him up, just as a few tears slipped down Tao’s cheeks. He quickly wiped his face and turned away from the rest of the group.

“I told you not to do that.” The manager’s voice had gone quiet, which was even scarier than when he was yelling. Slowly, he made his way to Kris and slapped him across his face. I heard Noelle let out a shriek, before she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Kris’ face stayed absolutely still, as if the slap had barely phased him.

“Which of you will dare defy me next? How about you? Should I punish you as well?” The manager made his way over to Lay, who, out of all the members, I knew to be the least in need of any kind of punishment. Just as their manager began to step too close to Lay’s already frightened face, I stepped forward.

“Stop! He’s done nothing,” I screamed, causing the whole room to stare at me. I clamped a hand over my mouth, realizing what I’d just done.

“Who the hell do you think you are, girl? Disrespecting me like that. How dare you tell me how to discipline my band?”

“I…I…” I couldn’t form words. I just stared, horrified, at the people surrounding me.

“GET OUT!” The manager roared. I quickly grabbed my things and strode from the room, not able to look any of the members in the face. I slung open the door and walked as fast as I could towards our work room.

“What in the hell was that?” Noelle had followed me from the filming room, and was currently hot on my trail.

“I just… I couldn’t let him hurt Lay,” I sighed, throwing my bag into the room and slamming the door shut. I didn’t want to be anywhere near SM at the moment. “I need a drink.”

“A drink? Seriously?” Noelle asked as I turned and made my way towards the exit to the entertainment complex. Once outside, I quickly hailed a cab. Noelle followed me inside the vehicle, although I could feel her apprehension about the whole thing.

“MaKenna, let’s talk about what happened back there,” Noelle said after I told the cabbie to take us to the closest bar. I shook my head, staring out the window.

“I couldn’t help them, Noelle. I couldn’t help them or I’d lose this job. They’d fire me.” And if they fired me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to help the boys. I’d have to leave them alone to face the horror that was SM Entertainment.

“I know. I hate it, too. Seeing him do that to Kris. I don’t know, it almost felt like he’d hauled off and slapped me in the face too. I couldn’t take it.” Noelle sighed. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

We spent the rest of the short ride in silence. Quickly we paid and made our way inside. I took a seat at the closest bar stool I could find and ordered my favorite poison: tequila and tonic. Noelle ordered her own drink, and after two I was feeling a little more calmed down after the scene we’d witnessed.

“It hurts that I had to walk away from them. I can’t stand not knowing what’s happening to them right now. They could be hurting them even more right now, and I can’t do anything about it,” I groaned, downing another drink in a couple of gulps. I welcomed the scorching burn of the alcohol as it travelled down my throat and settled like a lake of fire in my stomach.

“I think Kris might leave,” Noelle said suddenly, staring intently into her drink. I turned my head to narrow my eyes at her.

“You mean he’s going to break up with you?” I asked.

“No, well maybe. But I think he’s going to leave SM. He’s going to quit EXO.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t. Not for sure. But sometimes he’ll say something that just makes me wonder what exactly he’s planning. There’s a lot of stuff he doesn’t tell me, MaKenna, and that scares me.” Noelle quickly ordered another round for us. The alcohol was making it both easier and harder to process the events we’d just witnessed.

“I think I should go back to the complex and wait for him. I need to make sure he’s okay,” Noelle said, handing the bartender enough money to cover her drinks and a tip. She slipped off the stool and grabbed her bag. “Are you coming?”

As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t near drunk enough to deal with what I’d face when I went back to the complex. I shook my head slowly, taking another burning swig. I’d lost count of how many I’d had. “No, I need to stay. Make sure Tao is alright for me, please?”

“I will. Be safe, alright? Call me if you need anything.” Noelle disappeared quickly from the bar. I turned back around in my seat after watching her go and ordered another drink.

One thing I realized about getting sorrowfully drunk was that I absolutely hated doing it alone. I watched as an hour slipped by and I drank a few more drinks. I could tell the bartender was beginning to worry about my wellbeing, He even offered to listen to my problems.

Instead, I paid and asked him to call me a cab, because the floor was suddenly spinning very fast. Finally, I saw the bright light flash on top of the cab out front and, stumbling, I made my way into the backseat of the cab.

“Where to, ma’am?” The driver asked me.

“I… I don’t want to be alone,” I mumbled against the seat.

“I still need to have an address, or I can’t take you anywhere.” I spouted off the first address that came to mind, even though I couldn’t remember for the life of me whose address it actually was. It wasn’t like I knew very many people in Seoul outside of the SM complex.

“We’re here, ma’am. I need you to pay, please.” The driver’s voice was causing a pounding to erupt inside my head. I quickly handed him a wad of won and fumbled with the door handle until I could get it open, spilling myself out onto the sidewalk before an apartment complex.

I walked towards the door I knew I wanted, beating on it haphazardly with my fist. After a few minutes, I realized no one was coming to the door. For some awful reason, this realization caused tears to spring to my eyes. It seemed as though the fact that no one was home had unearthed a deep sadness within me.

I sunk down to the ground, my back pressed up against the door. I sobbed uncontrollably into my hands, the tequila in my system making it hard to think of anything besides how awfully sad it was that I couldn’t remember exactly who I wanted to come to the door.

“MaKenna?” I’d folded my arms across my knees, and managed to lean my head down so that I was somewhere between crying and sleeping. At the sound of my name, however, I glanced up sharply.

I met the eyes of G-Dragon, and immediately my eyes watered again. The last person I wanted to see was Kwon Jiyong. And yet, I was so happy he was home. I’d waited so long.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He quickly placed the grocery bags he was carrying down on the stoop outside his door and gathered me in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

"I didn’t want to be alone, and I’m here, but I don’t know why. Last time was a mistake and Tao got pushed down and I just… I couldn’t take it.” I sobbed as my words ran together helplessly, placing my head on his shoulder. Suddenly, I reached out and ran my hand through his thick, now dull, orange hair. “Your hair changed.”

“My roots are showing. I just need to have it redone. And you’re drunk.” I could feel his chuckle against me. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You smell like a bar.”

“I was at a bar,” I slurred matter-of-factly. Suddenly, the ground rushed away from me in a whirl of sickness. It took me a moment to allow the nausea to pass, and to realize Jiyong had picked me up from the ground to carry me inside his apartment.

He settled me on his couch and tried to untangle my arms from around his neck. I panicked, suddenly realizing he was trying to let me go.

“Please don’t leave me,” I sobbed, grabbing clumsily onto his shirt. The soft fabric crumpled in my fists as he looked down at me.

“I’m not leaving you, don’t worry. I just need to get you some Advil and water.” He tried to pull away again.

“No, please,” I cried. After a moment, Jiyong sighed and pulled my fists away from his shirt. Instead of walking away, however, he gathered me in his arms and settled his body behind mine on the couch.

“Why do you do this to me?” He asked softly, stroking my hair gently. I closed my eyes, because his words were too loud.

“I had a bad day at work,” I confessed after a moment, when it seemed the fuzziness wasn’t actually going to go away, even in Jiyong’s arms.

“So you decided to go get shit-faced because you had a bad day at work?” Even through the tequila in my head, I could make out his angry tone.

“I… They were being mean to my boys. And I tried to do something, but I made everything worse instead. So,” I shrugged, chomping down on my bottom lip. “Alcohol made everything better.”

“What boys? Do you mean EXO?” Jiyong asked, the angry creases in his face relaxing into a more concerned expression.

“Yes, EXO. You know, Kai and Chanyeol and Kris and Tao and um… there’s other ones too, I’m pretty sure…” I trailed off, glancing up at him. The fuzziness in my brain was making it real hard to focus on anything but the way Jiyong’s lips parted just perfectly so that I might be able to nestle mine between them.

“I’ve heard some rumors about SM, but I didn’t want them to be true. Are you sure you’re safe working there?” I tilted my head as much as I could against Jiyong’s arm, looking at him curiously. His lips were just so perfect.

“I don’t really remember…” I trailed, not in the slightest bit able to focus on his question. How could a pair of lips be that perfect? I knew he wanted to ask me another question, but my head was trying to split in half, and I was pretty sure another word out of Jiyong’s mouth would be the final blow. So instead, as he opened his mouth to utter more sounds that I wouldn’t be able to understand, I leaned forward and grasped his bottom lip in between mine.

He groaned in surprise, his whole body going rigid. I sucked harshly on the plump flesh, causing him to suddenly clamp his lips down around mine and move them accordingly. He pressed the warmth of his tongue against my parted lips, and I swallowed around it greedily. It flicked against my own, against my teeth, the roof of my mouth.

Finally, I broke away to subtly kiss the corner of his mouth, down to the ridges of his jaw. I heard the rumble of a groan in Jiyong’s chest, and I frowned against his skin, because beyond the alcohol, it almost sounded like a groan of defiance. And suddenly, I realized in was.

He grabbed my face and pulled it away from his skin, I frown creasing his brow. “MaKenna, we can’t do this. Not again.”

“Please, I need this, Jiyong,” I whispered, trying to make my voice as sultry as possible. Obviously it worked, coupled with the fact that I was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, letting the pads of my fingertips brush against his heated skin briefly every now and then. He stared at me for a few moments longer, while a swirl of lust and confliction went on a rampage behind his beautiful eyes. I tucked my bottom lip deep between my teeth, meeting his eyes with a pleading stare of my own.

“MaKenna…” he groaned, so needy. I smirked a little, letting my hand trail down to the outline of his pants. I slowly rubbed along the outline of him, working my fingers around him until I felt the growing twitches under my palm. When his hips bucked into my hand, I slipped beneath the waistbands of his pants and boxers, feeling the velvety softness of his skin against my hand.

I heard him let out another low groan, tossing his head back against the couch violently. He grabbed the sides of my face between his hands, bringing my attention away from my task and towards his lips. As he frantically kissed me, I worked my fingers around his length, slowly pulling him until I felt the blood rushing through his veins. Teasing the tip of him, I loosely worked my hand up and down as his hips bucked frantically, deep moans spilling in between our lips.

Once I noticed a sheen of sweat along his brow, and how uneven his panting had become, I tightened my grip around him, speeding up my ministrations just so. I smirked as that was all it took, and with just a few more bucks of his hips and a low moan into my mouth, Jiyong spilled over the back of my hand. As his warmth dripped between us, his tongue languidly battled with mine until he finally pulled away, his chest heaving harshly.

“Let me clean you up, baby,” he said finally, glancing down at my hand that I’d just managed to pull away from him. He grabbed a depleting box of tissues from the glass coffee table, pulling my hand up and slowly wiping any remnants of him off my skin.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked again as he concentrated on running his fingers softly along the plump veins that ran along the back of my hand. I quickly pried it from his grasp, hating the way he was looking at me. I stood up from the couch, his hooded gaze still following me as I ripped away the first layer of my clothing. Once I was in nothing but my undergarments, I turned back around to look at him, raising one eyebrow in a silent challenge.

Jiyong and I spent the next hour intertwined together, moving from his living room to his bedroom in a flurry of stripped clothing and roaming hands. Pressed against him, his lovely lips twirling and sucking around my skin as he brought me tumbling over every edge possible for him again and again, I was able to block out the rest of the world. In his little fortress of silk, rocking into me in the way that made me curl my toes and cry out, SM and Exo didn’t exist. Noelle and Kris were the farthest things from my mind, because for just an hour and thirty dollars’ worth of alcohol, Jiyong’s fiery skin pressed so deliciously against mine elicited a since of peace and forgetfulness in me that I’d realized I’d been chasing desperately after for months.

I tore at his skin, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting to keep him inside of me for as long as possible. He was the only thing I wanted to focus on: the way his hands curved just so around my waist and hips; the way his eyes couldn’t focus on one thing, until at the end, when all they latched onto was my own; the breathtaking way his lips left no part of my icy skin melting away beneath him. And when it was over, he let me, exhaustedly, crawl into his arms in all my sticky messiness and fall breathlessly asleep against his skin.

I woke up the next morning in a seeming since of déjà vu. The sun, the sheets, Jiyong on full display beside me. Everything was exactly how it should, and shouldn’t, have been. I slowly slipped away from the bed, trying to find more articles of his clothes that I could steal.

Once I’d finally pulled on a pair of patterned sweats, which were way more expensive than normally stolen clothes, I felt sure, and a scoop necked grey t-shirt, I began to pick up my clothes and shuffle towards the door.

“You’re leaving again?” I heard a voice ask behind me, still thick with sleep. I cursed, narrowing down the list of suspects who could be questioning me. While I knew G-Dragon had two dogs, I deduced that they wouldn’t be speaking to me in perfect Korean, and therefore, the voice asking, demanding, if I was sneaking off again was the same voice I was trying to escape from.

“I… yes, I have to be at work. I was hoping you’d be asleep,” I gasped out, suddenly feeling very shameful under his gaze, as if I was a child who’d just been caught stealing candy after bedtime.

“Was this a mistake, too?” He asked suddenly, and I jerked my eyes back to meet his. Sleep was still clinging to him desperately, but now a new determinedness was trying to surface beneath his messy waves of hair and bare chest.

“I… I…” I stuttered for a good three solid seconds before shutting my mouth and glancing back at my hands, obviously giving G-Dragon my answer. I heard his awful, scornful scoff as I continued to stand there under his hateful gaze, knowing I deserved the full blow of it.

“Just leave,” he rasped out, his voice suddenly sounding so very far away. “You have to be at work anyway.”

I tore out of his apartment quickly, not daring to stop and pat the two wiggly fat rolls lolling happily at me feet. What were their names? I wondered, feeling a sudden heaviness because I just really wanted to know what G-Dragon’s pets were named. Instead, I hailed a cab, and clambered in. As I sat in the back and felt warm tears spread down my cheeks, I realized how what I assumed was an escape was the exact thing I was trying to escape from.

Wildflowers (PT3)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

Warnings: Smut, Language


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(*A/N*- Because film school just started back it felt like it took me forever to find time to sit down and finish this. Sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy this last part as much as I did! If you want to be added to my permanent tag list for future posts just let me know and I will be happy to add your name to the bunch. Also if you want to be removed from my permanent tag list again just let me know:) -Noelle


“Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.”- F.S.F

I find it interesting how the most memorable conversations you have with someone usually start off with an unforgettable question. “Are you here alone?” I had worked up the courage for over an hour creating fictional one liners on how I could spark up a conversation with the guy across the room. He stayed to himself all evening, engaging in occasional conversations with people that walked up to him. I asked around diligently trying to find out any information about him, but no one seem to have known who he was. A couple of my mother’s friends carried the same suspicion as to who he could be , despite not knowing who he was they still remained perpetually fixated on him.

“Well who wants to know?” His raspy voice sounded like a confluence of accents. It was deep enough to sink me into a pit of curiosity, but at the same time light enough to rise his enigmatic presence causing me to stay.

“Everyone.” I answered.

He titled his head to look pass me and I watched as his eyes scanned the area. People were all over scattered amongst themselves with a new freshly colored wine in their glass ever so often. We all stood under a gigantic white tent with a hardwood floor underneath us. Tables and chairs sanctioned off in a corner with an open bar that never not stayed busy. Despite the fact guest were invited to try a new flavor wine every half hour.

He leaned back toward me, almost trying to hide his broad frame in front of me. “ I see.”

I turned around to understand what he was referring to. He had caught the attention of quite a few admirers. “You can almost smell the pheromones from over here.” I must’ve caught him by surprise because he laughed till he choked.

“How many of those have you had?” I asked, slightly laughing with him.

“Not enough.” He huffed turning over his glass till he clutched the bottom.

“Uh oh I hear sorrow in your voice I must be going now!” I said jokingly pretending to turn around and leave.

“So soon? You didn’t even stay for the pity party I was about to throw.” He said.

“Was there even going to be cake?” I asked in a disappointed tone.

“Actually no cake this time considering it’s my second one.” His smiled faded and there was a sense of grayness that filled his face. I felt though as if I pried any further I might’ve hit a nerve. Considering we didn’t know each other I decided it was best I left the subject alone. Thinking back to it I wondered if I asked him what was wrong would the chronological events that took place that night have changed if I had.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked me prompting the conversation into a completely different category of topic. I suppose he interpreted my facial expression for what it was. I was completely taken aback but I wasn’t surprised or offended. Because in all honesty in one of the imaginable conversations I had with him in my head before coming up to him, I was holding my breath hoping he would ask.

He clutched his face like you would do if you had a brain freeze. Almost regretting that he had even tried his luck and asked. “I’m sorry I didn’t know what I was thinking. I am really not myself tonight.” He let out a dry humorless laugh saying that last part like it was to himself.

“It’s fine. I mean at least try to be a little bit modest next time.” I grinned.

“Noted, but isn’t that why you came over here?” He asked me, raising both brows. His whole ora shifted like he was confident in the way he conducted himself. Arrogant nonetheless, but I found it to be sexy as hell. There was a little voice in my head telling me to take my cue and turn around. Part of me questioned that weary voice, but then there was this other voice daring me to do more. “You know I was actually wondering since I first spotted you if you were here with anyone and if you were fuck that lucky bastard for letting you stand by yourself all night.” He said etching closer to me.

We eyed each other intensely and call me crazy but our energy was electrifying. I could almost feel it running through me. “When I was little I use to pretend I was running away from home. I’d never get far because I always ended up in my mother’s garden and hide in there for hours. First couple of times I did it she couldn’t find me after a while she eventually stopped looking because she knew where I had ran off to.”

“You mean that big maze over there is a garden?” He asks, his eyes tracked my gaze and followed them beyond the tent and into the field of wildflowers.

My voice became quieter. “It looks better once you’re inside. That’s if you want to see it.” The words I spoke came out faster than I anticipated. He looked at me like he was trying to understand my exact sentiment. Catching a fleeting glimpse of my soul, I suppose I guess he liked what he saw. He lifted the corners of his mouth into a smile.

“My mother always told me to never follow a beautiful woman into her secret garden.” He warns.

“That’s oddly specific.” I shake my head slightly assessing if he was joking or not. “Well my mother warned my sister and I to never trust a well dressed stranger who stands alone at parties.” I said in a matter of fact speech.

He grabbed a bottle of unopened wine from the rack beside him and picked up another glass, now clutching two. He extended out his arm waiting for me to loop mine through. “Here is to not listening to our parents.” He said as I laced my arm into his.

I could barely sleep. If I closed my eyes I could still feel myself very much awake. The memory of Sebastian taunted me mercifully, yet I couldn’t stop playing the moment in my head over and over again. I soon was relinquished from it all at when the image of my sister’s stoic and angry expression made my stomach twist in knots. I was careless even though I didn’t know I needed to be careful. None of this was my fault and yet I felt guilty. I looked for Brooklyn after dinner, so that I could try and explain to her what happened. She barely stopped walking to listen. I waited for her to come to her room, so I sat there waiting sitting down on the floor against the wall. When she finally came upstairs she couldn’t even look at me. I stood up and right before I could get the first I’m sorry out of my mouth she twisted the knob on her door and flatly said “Goodnight, little sister” before slamming the door shut.

I couldn’t sulk in bed any longer. I could see underneath my curtains daylight peeking in. I groggily walked down stairs still dressed like I was ready for bed. My oversized white cotton shirt drooped down in front of me, while my shorts hid under my shirt. The floor felt cold under my feet and I was startled when I hit the last step because someone came zipping by me at the speed of light carrying boxes. It was chaotic downstairs. With all the shit pilling up on my mind, my brain went completely clear over the fact today was mom’s birthday. I took uncoordinated strides into the kitchen carefully trying not to bump into anyone holding decorations or food. Once I got into the kitchen I saw mom standing behind the wide marble countertop. She appeared to be utterly smiley this morning. I heard laughter coming from her direction I just didn’t know it was hers because the laughter was mixed with another persons voice.

Sebastian was sitting on a stool across from her. He was still in what I assumed what he slept in as well, gray sweatpants and a dark blue shirt that clung tightly to his skin. I didn’t want to be weird and notice every little detail and the not so little details about him. His arms were crossed on the counter top as he leaned over a cup of from the aroma I detected coffee. “Good Morning Caroline!” My mother’s voice greeted me to a very upbeat tune. It was certainly chipper than it was last night. I still hadn’t forgot that she wanted to get around and tell me something. For the mean time however I was just going to pretend I did.

“Happy Birthday Mom.” I said while I hugged her.

“Morning.” I heard Sebastian say. I lifted my chin nodding my head to interpret a greeting without having to actually speak to him.

“Thank you sweetie.” She said as she kissed my cheek. Once she let go of me she swiveled around to the stove behind her reaching for a copper coffee pot. “Coffee?”

“Yes please.” I say as I grab a mug from the rack next to the coffee maker. I held my mug out in from of me as she pours coffee into it. The strong smell alone wakes me up. I fix it to my liking and I felt both my mom and Sebastian eyes stay glued to my every move. Sebastian and I sip our coffees in unison and I finally take a look at his face. I wonder did he have the same restless night I had and I wondered why I cared? Every time we happen to make eye contact with each other I get a pang of bittersweet feeling. It’s like that emotion you experience when you’re done with a really good book that you don’t want to end. You’re frustrated ,curious and , angry because it can’t be over? What happens next after the good parts passed? Sebastian for me is that book, because our story couldn’t possibly continue. He was already living in the pages of someone else’s.

“Tess was just telling me you love to cook.” Sebastian says very casually still looking at me. My mother looks back and forth from Sebastian and me, eyeing us like she knew something that we didn’t.

“Umm… yeah I can make a pretty decent meal when I follow the recipe.” I say with my mug clutched tightly in the palm of my hands and I keep it near my face. The heat radiating off of it started to make my hands sweat. Why was I so damn nervous talking to him all of a sudden?

My mother swallowed waving her hand in my direction. “Oh she’s just saying that! She can prepare anything you name and make it taste like the best thing you have ever eaten.”

“Oh really?” Sebastian asked looking past my mother straight at me. Why must he insist on looking at me like that?

Mom turned slightly putting her hand on my shoulder like she was recalling a memory she wasn’t quite sure of. “Remember when you were little what was it that you made everyone try? You were so excited because it was the first thing you made on your own.” She pursed her lips while she squeezed her chin in her hand. That was the gesture she made when was lost in the many thoughts in her mind.

“Honey toast.” I said closing my eyes hoping she wouldn’t carry out this conversation.

“Honey toast!” She exclaimed. “Caroline was so proud of herself when she made that.” Mom chuckled.

Sebastian reciprocated a smile not sure if he was missing a joke he was left out on. “What was special about this toast?” He asks, as he took another sip of his coffee. The way he hunched over made his shoulders look broader and the muscles in his arms tighter. I was clearly letting my thoughts enter uncharted territory yet again.

My mother and I look at each other and speak at the same time. “Nothing.” We both laughed.

“Well if you remember how to make it I would love to try it sometime.” Sebastian said.

“It’s seriously nothing to it.” I say sheepishly turning away from him.

“Excellent! Then you wouldn’t mind making us some.” Mom said, shaking my shoulders. I started to protest the idea but she held her hand up to stop me. “It’s my birthday you can’t say no to your mother.”

“Tess there’s a slight crises by the gazebo that need your attention about where to hang the lanterns.” A short woman who frantically spoke with bangs that practically hung so low it covered her eyes. Mom took a deep breath before plastering a smile on her face.

“Im sure it’s not that pragmatic, but I’ll take a look.” Mom said to her in a calming voice though I could detect a little annoyance. “I’m never off! I work even on my birthday.” She laughs. The woman laughs with her only because she probably felt she had to. I’m suddenly left alone with Sebastian. I stand in my same spot awkwardly chipping away paint on the outer part of my mug.

“So does it take a long time to prepare this famous dish?” Sebastian teased.

“You weren’t actually serious? ” I asked, eyeing him carefully.

He nodded his head slowly. “I’m getting hungrier by the minute.”

I think it over in my head decisively. Was I even suppose to be talking to Sebastian? If Brooklyn saw me in his vicinity that would just add fuel to the fire. Truthfully I don’t even know how my sister would react. Her behavior at dinner was so… peculiar. She carried on like everything was fine. Engaging in conversation with our mother, occasionally telling jokes. Whereas Sebastian and I sat in total and utter confusion. Brooklyn acted like finding my necklaces in the pocket of her boyfriend’s jacket who before last night I pretended I never even met was a innocent coincidence. When I tried talking to her she remained dismissive, knowing my older sister’s characteristics I knew something wasn’t right.

I got out the ingredients I needed, even though the recipe didn’t call for much. ½ stick of butter, 2 table spoons of natural honey, 1 table spoon of ground cinnamon, and 1 table spoon of vanilla. I mixed it all in a bowl with a rubber spatula paying no attention to the attractive distraction in front of me. He looked at me in silence entirely too long, though his eyes tells that his mind is a million miles away. I turned around to grab a loaf of bread to retrieve a few slices. When I turned back around Sebastian was gone from his seat.

He had moved from his chair and was standing in front of me. Holding the bread in my hand I took a panoramic glance to make sure no one was paying attention. “What are you doing?” I yelled out in a harsh whisper.

“I wanted a better view.” Sebastian said, looking down at me. I nudged his body so that I could get around him to so that I could smear the mixed honey butter to the slices of toast. Suddenly, I could feel him standing behind me looking over my shoulder. It sent an unwanted amount of chills down my spine. Sebastian wasn’t even touching me, but the memory of his hands were marked in my skin. I kept looking down at what I was doing and not giving him the attention he wanted.

Still busy with the task I had in front of me. Leaning his face closer I felt the scruffy texture from the side of his face tickling the side of mine. I slid away almost stealth like thankful I didn’t trip as I went over to the oven to slide the tray inside. When I closed it and turned back around straightening my posture, Sebastian was still there. “Brooklyn, my mom, or anyone could see us. Are you crazy?” I ask him.

“We are just two people having a conversation and possibly.” Sebastian crossed his arms across his chest. “And maybe you are too.”

“Me?” I say to him feeling dumbstruck.

“ Tell me you don’t really think the two us met by coincidence? We both knew what we wanted from each other and either one of us could have put an end to it at any moment.” His tone was argumentative and I could tell he was serious.

“ I was out of my element and I guess you could say I was feeling bold but you-” My voice broke off. “You were there as my sister’s date.” I say through gritted teeth.

“And all night where was she?” Sebastian answer came out with no hesitation. Like he was asking me a question he wanted me to have the answer to. “There’s no justification in what happened between us and believe me when I say I truly wish we could’ve met under different circumstances.”

I made a noise that sounded like a muffled laughed. We could’ve avoided this mess entirely if we had just told each other our names in the first place. I should’ve been more responsible. Thinking back it suddenly dawned on me that I had every opportunity to give him one small detail about myself. Instead we carried on into the night like reunited friends drunk off of the atmosphere. Being in his presence did something to me. I rubbed my hands across my face , then against my forehead continuing to run my hands into my hair. “I tried so hard to fall asleep last night. Am I a bad person?” I whispered.

“Being restless doesn’t fall under the qualifications of being a bad person.” Sebastian smiled, as he squinted his eyes in regards of what I said.

“No, but thinking about you all night makes me one.” I huffed. The spaces around us started to dissipate with people busy at work. Everyone seemed to keep migrating out into the backyard. For a fleeting second I stopped worrying if Brooklyn would walk into the kitchen at any moment. I didn’t want it to seem like I wanted to rush into his arms, but that was exactly what I wanted to do. He kept both of his arms outstretched gripping the edges of the stove behind me. Leaving me in closed in his Sebastian made cage. There was no escaping him now.

Quietness was all we had left. I felt a pulse rage everywhere and I kept my sight locked on his mouth waiting for him to either speak or kiss me. It was an unconscionable amount of tension arising that made my blood run hotter and hotter. Staying away from something that you can’t have causes a certain madness to fester inside of you. Eventually claiming it as yours makes a wrong temporarily feel right.

I titled my head up to his face like someone had pushed me to do it. My lips fell against his bottom lip and I felt almost too overjoyed to feel him again. I didn’t want to let myself get carried away, because Sebastian remained motionless. He looked down at me with a brooding look in his eye, mixed with a heavy dose of confusion. What was I even thinking? I repeated to myself in the back of my mind over and over again. I started to feel regretful over my actions until I noticed Sebastian had snapped out of his daze.

In a very careful and slow motion he pulled me closer against him. Sebastian brought his lips very gently kiss to my throat. His mouth roamed at will up my neck, no longer leaving delicate and faint kisses alongside it. Devoured would say the least. I gave up all my resistance for him, closing my eyes as I felt myself slipping away into his consumption. Sebastian’s mouth hovered over mine and in the catch of a breath he kissed me. It was like a long and anticipated await. Our lips parted widely in a desperate but graceful synchronized movement. His hand cupped the back of my neck and my hands were placed at the bottom of his shirt grabbing fistfuls of fabrics. It wasn’t until the sound of someone clearing their throat made me wish I was invisible.

And then all at once Sebastian turned his head, his chest was slightly heaving. He eyed the couple across the bar stools who looked back bemusedly. Laura, played with her earring in her ear darting her eyes from the corners of the room and back at me. Her nervous grin was so wide that I assumed her face would lose elasticity from smiling so much. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.” Finn said, waving his hand.

I stepped slightly away from Sebastian holding on tightly to the back of my neck. “You guys are here early.” I say.

“Yeah well when Brooklyn Reeves calls you several times demanding that we bring our asses over here early. We made sure to make our asses move.” Laura laughed sincerely, hitting Finn on the chest with the back of her hand.

“And plus it’s your Mom’s big day we wanted to help out anyway we can.” Finn shoved his hands in his pockets gazing at me for awfully too long before I turned my head to Sebastian, who still has not said a word.

“I’m sure she will be thrilled to see you both.” I said, still causally glancing over at Sebastian. By the look of his face it was honestly starting to worry me because he looked like he had seen a ghost. Laura tapped her nails against the marble hardtop to get my attention. Even though she was trying to be discrete she was not doing a very good job at it. “Who is he?” She whispered over to me rather loudly.

I placed my hand on his shoulder before introducing him then I quickly moved it away. “This is Finn and Laura, childhood friends of Brooklyn.” I introduced.

“Nice to meet you -” Her words lingered waiting for a name as she reached her hand out to shake his.

“Sebastian.” He said briskly. “Brooklyn’s boyfriend.” Laura’s bright smiled diminished and she dropped his hand.

“I didn’t know she was dating someone?” Finn uttered out, like he was also taken by surprise. Laura’s mouth was slightly gaped open looking at me like she was waiting to hear my explanation. I didn’t expect him to be so fucking bold. He placed his arm behind my back and leaned his face closer to my ear. “Caroline your toast is burning.”

I sharply turned around pulling the oven door down to see on a silver tray four charred pieces of what should have been golden crystallized honey toast now burnt. I reached over for an oven mitten so that I could pull them out. When I looked back up ,Laura began to twist her earring again out of some sort of nervous habit and Finn looked as uncomfortable as everyone felt.

“My mother would like to know that you are here and Brooklyn as well.” I said to them, hinting for them to leave. Laura looked hesitantly from Sebastian to me, her eyes darting frantically. Finn took her by the arm and they walked off in the opposite direction

When they were finally out of my sight I turned to Sebastian who still wore a look of dismay on his face. “Why the hell did you do that?” I yelled at him swinging the oven mitt near him. Sebastian didn’t even flinch, he stayed motionless as he watched the area Laura and Finn veered off too. He looked almost upset. “I think you need to go talk to Brooklyn.”

“Why? We were never meant to last.” His tone was as hard as his face. Sebastian was starting to act ominous. I turned on the fan above the oven to try and clear the smell of the burnt food. Sebastian had started to leave out of the kitchen but I jogged after him.

“What are you talking about? One minute you’re making out with me the next you have become morose!” My voice was starting to become less composed. Becoming more resigned, his lip twitched as he watched the movements out of the window. “I didn’t think she would actually invite him.” He said flatly.

“Who?” I started to sound like a desperate owl. I stared out of the same large window as he did. I was confused more than ever because of the coded language he spoke. We stood there together in silence as onlookers.

“You are not very observant are you Chef Caroline?” He murmured. I chuckled not sure whether to answer that question or feel offended.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” I asked.

He sighed. “When you see it come find me before I leave and maybe we will have one final pity party. This time I’ll bring the cake.” He brushed his hand against my arm before walking away. I wanted to stop him, but I knew I had to let him go.

An hour had passed since I last saw Sebastian, since I saw anyone really. Everyone apparently had gone missing. As I got dressed and put on the dress my mother oh so desperately wanted wanted me to wear. I played the last few conversations I had with Sebastian in my head like a broken record. He was perfectly fine until Laura and Finn showed up then something happened. I clasped my necklace around my neck struggling a few times to get the clasp to open. Once it did I pressed the crescent moon against my chest. Walking back downstairs again I saw Laura in the place Sebastian once sat. Once she saw it was me I expected her to look at me with utter disgust. Instead when she noticed it was me she looked though as if she was crying and quickly climbed off of the stool and ran off weeping some more.

I thought about going after her, but the way she took off suggested she didn’t want my company. I walked outside and the warm breeze had hit me at once. Causing my dress to fly back in the wind around me. The sound of air whooshed through my ears. Music was faintly playing, lilac and silver balloons were tied almost everywhere. Off to the side were rows and rows of tiny cupcakes some with purple frosting and some with white frosting that had edible pearls sprinkled on top. Tall macaroon towers were on each table next to fruit tarts. I stole a tiny blueberry off of one as I strolled to the next table. My mother’s birthday cake sat on that one. It was a round three tier white cake, covered with a colorful arrangement of beautiful flowers. I looked at up and I noticed I was steps away from the pathway Sebastian and I stumbled upon once upon a time ago.

I hiked up the bottom of my dress so that it wouldn’t leave stains and I took a walk down memory lane. I slipped off of my shoes so that I could feel the grass underneath my feet. Once I reached the steeping stones I knew I was getting closer. I saw fallen lemons and the sight made me smile because of the way we fooshly tried to take them. I stopped walking when I heard noise coming from behind the yellow daffodils. It sounded like someone was engaging in pleasurable acts. I was ready to storm around and condemn them for exposing themselves at my mother’s party. When I saw it was my sister and Finn I quickly jumped backed bumping into my mother.

“If my garden walls could talk, the vines would blush.”


{Part 3 out of 3}

Name: Noelle

Age: 21

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Location: Columbia, SC USA

Orientation: Biromantic Asexual

I’m looking for friends and tbh if you like bad jokes and puns, we’ll probably get along just fine.

I’m a junior in college. I promise I’m not as boring as majoring in math would make me seem. Or at least I hope not. I like music, comics, and anime/cartoons. Sending me recommendations is an easy way to start up a conversation with me.  

You can find me at koutaroux.tumblr.com

Also, feel free to add me on insta: noohli (although I mainly post pictures of food lol)

anonymous asked:

can you rec yoi blogs to follow?

i don’t follow that many yoi blogs bc having a super active dash overwhelms me but sure!! you’re probably following most of these amazing people already if you know who i am but i’ll take any chance to gush about how great all the people in this fandom are :’’’) also keep in mind i tend to only follow otayuri-centric blogs

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MY FIRST MANGA COLORING!! Definitely not the best out there but I’m so satisfied with how it turned out (except the background, now I understand why everyone says that backgrounds are hell). I can’t wait to get a tablet so I can make these more easily! (>o<)/

Okay, so I dedicate this shocked Noelle and Mr. Mushroom to @fuegoleonvermilion, because you were so nice to explain how you do your own awesome colorings and recommend the program you use. Also thanks for the constant Black Clover info you provide us with!

I hope you like it! :D

I don’t think I’ve ever done one of these before??? On Bucky or on any of my other blogs, so I figured it was about time. I want to share with everyone some of the people who are my most favorite writers on Tumblr. Each and every one of you is so talented, accomplished and awesome, and I look forward to continuing to drool over all of the content you guys bring to the dash every single day. These are the people that make Tumblr such a fun experience for me and everybody else, and I obviously recommend that you check them all out and give them the love, attention, hugs and kisses that they deserve!!! I tried not to tag any person more than once, but just because I tagged one of your blogs over the other doesn’t mean I don’t love your other blog(s) too!!! I love seeing every muse that all of you have to offer. 

Now let’s get this party started!!!

THE DREAM TEAM!

★ @asgardianhammer ★ @bcwtruckled ★ @bcywonder ★ @brainsnbeauty
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MY DEAREST FRIENDS!

Under the cut there are a TON of sappy and embarrassing things about a few people that I care about very much. It’s a mess of memes and words that probably don’t make a lick of sense, but overall, the message I’m trying to get across is: thank you, to all of you. 

You guys are the best.

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anonymous asked:

I just spent the last 30 minutes getting caught up on the legacy I just have some questions: who exactly are Julie,Dorian,Bennet,Noelle, and Dani? Other than that I'm groovy. Btw ur sims are beautiufl.

Hi! This has been sitting in my inbox for a while, sorry about that! Julie is a lovely sim by @sim-bubble and Dorian belongs to the amazing @fatpandasims I used them a long time ago so Clarrisa and Akira would have some friends, so that’s essentially what they are/were! Dani was an old friend of Abbie before I did a time skip and they moved! Bennet and Noelle are Abbie’s “friends”, they’re all kind of in a polyamorous relationship… although Ben and Nel don’t really like each other and are both exclusively in love with Abbie, which she doesn’t know. Hope this made things a bit clearer! And thank you! I am glad you like my sims, it means a lot 😊💓

If you don’t know|C.H

Requested: yes

Request: Hey! Can you do a Calum imagine based on the song ‘If you don’t know?’ Thanks!

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(Just a side note. This is loosely based off the song. I wasn’t happy with anything I wrote that revolved entirely around the song so I decided to stretch the idea out a bit to make it the best it can be. I hope you guys still like it! -Noelle)


The sun shone through the thin, white blinds. I lazily lifted my hand up to shield my eyes from the blinding light. I gave up on blocking the bright rays with my hand and resorted to rolling over away from the window and trying to fall back asleep. 

I put my hands out, expecting them to wrap around the body that is usually sleeping next to me. Instead, they fall on the mattress and make a crumpling sound as they land. My eyes dart open and I see a folded sheet of card paper with my name written in Calum’s handwriting. 

My mind starts racing. A ton of questions whirl around, making me more and more anxious by the second. What happened? Why a note? What did I do? So many questions that included my darkest thoughts swam through my mind.

 I shook them away with difficulty and sat up. I grabbed the cream coloured paper and took a deep breath. I prepared myself for the worst and reluctantly opened the folded sheet.

Dear lover,

Yesterday was what you could call complicated. Everything seemed to go wrong and we were ready to kill each other. 

I tried, believe me, I did. I tried to calm us down, I tried to make it last.

That’s all I want.

I just want to make this last.

I want to let you know that if I could say the things that I wanna say, I’d find a way to make you stay and I’d never let you get away. 

Sadly, my thoughts are as deep as the darkest seas and as complicated as the universe itself. I cannot speak them properly so I keep them to myself. But this time, just for you, I will try.

I want to tell you something. I am in love with you. 

I am completely vulnerable to you. You have the power to destroy me emotionally. 

You could go ahead and rip my heart out. I wouldn’t mind. 

Aren’t I the one who asked you to show me what love is all about?

You could literally rip me to pieces and I’d say: ‘that’s what love’s all about’

I know that you might not like that idea but I only ask two things.

I want you to want me this way. 

I want you to accept how defenseless and exposed I am to you.

I want you to know that and not use it against me.

I need you to need me to stay. 

I need you to long for the affection and devotion I feel towards you.

I need you to require it and use it to its fullest.

Can you do that for me?

I want to talk about yesterday for a bit.

You were screaming, we were fighting. You would call me crazy.

I would laugh, you were mad. But you always kissed me.

Everything was in complete and utter chaos, but we still found a resolution. It gives me hope. Hope that my love for you is not insane and that I’m not making a mistake. 

If we can solve a huge argument, I can openly be in love with you without fearing the outcome.

I have a question for you.

Do you feel the things I feel towards you towards me?

If you say that you don’t feel a thing, or if you just don’t know, let me go.

Spare me the pain and heartbreak and let me find someone who feels towards me what I feel for them.

I’ll be waiting for your answer.

Much love,

Calum 

The tears streamed silently down my face. 

I didn’t know. I didn’t know the answer to his question.

He said to let him go if I didn’t know.

But I can’t let go. 

I can’t let him leave me.

“I’ve been watching this giraffe for almost two weeks and nothing has changed other than the fact that I’ve become obsessed with giraffes. April is so loving in playful, I can’t wait until it gets warmer so I can go see her and her baby. Once the baby is here anyway.. have you seen this? Look at this, she’s so big.” Noelle turned her phone towards the person so they could see April the Giraffe, “I hope it comes soon, I’m getting impatient.” 

I haven’t added anything to my recs in 87,000 years, so as a belated pseudo-gift for @heroicbarnes , I decided to do a fic rec masterpost! There are about 140ish fics in this list, separated into sections. These are all Steve/Bucky fics; large majority of which are complete but I will make sure to mark WIPs. My personal favourites are marked with a 🌟. These are in no particular order. 

Fair warning, this rec list is m a s s i v e. Enjoy kids!

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