- we all refer to the prime minister by their first name. we know them well, and they know us. all of us.
- there’s a man on the street corner who never leaves. “just waiting for a mate,” he says. you realise he is on every corner, of every street.
- you are swooped by a magpie in the same place, at the same time, every single day. “it’s swooping season!” says your neighbour. it has always been swooping season.
- sometimes you hear a woman whispering late at night - or early in the morning. “rage” she hisses. “rage”.
- the prime minister never seems to last long and often disappears through no discernible democratic process. one of them eats a raw onion in an attempt to assimilate. he is gone by morning, replaced by another.
*flies in like a bat out of hell* What about a fusion between all three? Idk if you watch SU but it's totally possible and makes for super powerful beings with extra limbs or senses. (Usually eyes tbh)
you don’t exist anymore
not to me anyway
i cast your stuff in the ocean, along with the feelings i never seemed to lose last year
you don’t exist anymore
i don’t see you anywhere
and you’re almost never on my mind
when i look at the stars, i only see the stars
and when i watch the moon, i see nothing but the moon
There is a saying “silent as the
void” for there is no sound in the void, but unlike it’s name it is
not empty, as the Benemar discovered all those centuries ago. Their
culture was a bloody one and their history more so, genocide and
slavery were the norm and often how power changed hands was for a
child to kill their parent and claim their title for themselves.
A brutish piglike race that would often
referred to as savages and barbarians. But they were not without
honour, their code of conduct was vital to the running of their
culture and mainly the reason why their wars were bloody but brief.
They often fought their wars in a single battle, both sides would
field their forces and whoever won that battle would gain he others
territory. Efficient really but meant they faced every obstacle with
only the short term goals in mind. Because of this in the Alliance
they rarely if ever rose to commanding positions leaving that to the
other races as long as there was a battle to be won. The Elong who
ran the Alliance were fine with this, a race they could control and
send against the ever growing Gal who never seemed to run out of
their own troops.
This arrangement lasted centuries with
all parties benefiting from it.
But then a new race appeared, the
First contact was slow, the Newcomers
expanded but never at a rate the Alliance thought to be a problem and
kept sweeping the problem under the rug until in an explosion they
expanded into seven separate systems. These worlds had often been
believed to be uninhabitable but the Newcomers made themselves quite
at home as to them the climate was quite tolerable.
The Benemar though, were restless. The
Gal had not launched any incursion into Alliance held territories and
the Benemar’s numbers were growing as were their contempt for peace.
These Newcomers gave them a new enemy to direct their energy against.
And with the Alliance’s blessing they went to war.
Their outlining worlds fell quickly and
their inhabitants were slaughtered, no true remains could be analysed
as the Benemar defiled them, cutting them up and hanging their parts
on their walls and drinking from their skulls. What they failed to
notice is those Newcomers they had mistaken for their military were
in fact just law enforcers, their military was elsewhere.
No one knows how they found the Benemar
homeworld but however they did it they were quick to act. Their fleet
broke into 2 unequal parts, the smaller would engage and hold the
Benemar as they cut through their space while the rest went for Bento
Never in the 400 years since the
Benemar took to the stars had their world ever been besieged and it
was here they saw the Newcomers for what they were. Their defence
fleet was cast aside, their satellites did not even get a chance to
fire a shot before being destroyed. Then the Newcomers ground forces
came, thousands and thousands of them. Still the Benemar outnumbered
the Newcomers 4:1 and sent their armies against them. They lost every
battle, they were continuously outmanoeuvred or simply out gunned and
the Newcomers advance never slowed, never faulted and never stopped.
When the Benemar fleet finally heard
that their world was under attack they almost didn’t believe it and
in that moment they were attacked by the Newcomers first fleet sent
to stop them from aiding their homeworld. The entire sector looked to
be on the edge of collapse and intern the whole flank of the Alliance
would be open to the Gal.
They had to intervene.
They approached the Newcomers with the
offer of peace saying the Benemar had illegally entered the Newcomers
territory and thus started the war. To make up for that transgression
the Humans would be offered a number of planets as well as the return
of all the worlds the Benemar had taken from them. The Newcomers said
little during these initial talks and refused to even show their
faces but eventually they agreed and they left Bento Prime and the
Benemar retreated from Newcomer territory in shame.
It would be nearly a hundred years
before the Newcomers would speak to the Alliance again, they came
forth to negotiate trade agreements and a decade later were accepted
as members of the Alliance and would go on to serve on Alliance ships
and in their fleets.
These Newcomers, came to be known as
the Humans and they never forget and they rarely forgive.
So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.
WARNING: Mature content
You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and
needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god
knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast
together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You
had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you
would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to
deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the
second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could
think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between
The day was exhausting.
The whole day at school was kind of hectic seeing as it was finals week.
Stress was getting the best of you because you felt like you couldn’t do
anything right. You felt like you were stupid, incapable, lazy…
you were headed to the dance studio. Dancing was one of the ways you
managed to relieve stress but seeing as today was Thursday, it was just
going to get worse.
Well, some days you could come to the studio alone and just do you but on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays you had a dance tutor.
And Park Jimin was the biggest pain in the ass ever.
You’ve never met someone so annoying.
He demanded so much, pushed you to your limits and mocked you when you couldn’t do everything right.
Just thinking about going there now made you stressed.
You sighed loudly as you pulled over in the parking lot in front of the studio.
took deep breaths. ‘Just remember, ignore him, do your best, you love
dancing so stop thinking about it so much and let it go.’
opened your eyes the first thing you saw was another car pull up to the
parking lot, just a few meters in front of you.
Immediately as it pulled over, someone got out of the car.
Jimin was carrying a bag that looked heavy under his arms and you could see his bicep flex as he tried to pull it up.
Pussy. You thought, smirking at yourself.
He shut the door and locked the car, heading to the entrance. He hasn’t noticed you staring.
the doors shut behind him, you got out of your own car taking your bag
and heading inside, trying to avoid him as long as possible.
changing into your crop top black hoodie and your black yoga pants you
tied your hair in a high pony tail and took a deep breath.
You ran your hands over your body looking at yourself in the changing room mirror.
’Calm down. Ignore his words. Just dance.’
After calming down a bit you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the practice room.
Expecting to see him inside already dancing like he always did, you walked in slowly trying not to get noticed.
But surprisingly, he was not there, only a younger group of girls getting ready to leave.
You got inside feeling a bit relieved but confused, because Jimin was always there.
Shrugging it off and taking a sip of water you walked over to the girls that were just leaving.
“Hey, you need that?” You said pointing to the big boombox next to them.
One of the girls smiled, “no we were just leaving.”
You nodded and smiled back, pulling out your phone getting ready to place it on the boombox.
“Hey you’re the girl that has Park as a dance tutor right?”
You were confused for a sec but you nodded as an answer anyway.
“Lucky.” Two other girls said at the same time.
You snorted from laughter. “Why? Park Jimin is noting but a big pain in the ass. Believe me, you don’t want him as a dance tutor.”
You took another sip, now scrolling through the songs trying to find something to dance to.
“I don’t know about that, “said the girl again, “but I know Park Jimin is a hot peace of meat.”
And they all giggled as you stayed shook by their words. These girls were only about 12 years old?
But you couldn’t deny it. Even though Jimin was an annoying piece of shit, he was pretty good looking.
If he wasn’t the way he is maybe you’d find yourself thinking about him more.
How his hair stuck to his forehead when he got sweaty, how his body
moved so smoothly, no matter which song was playing, how he flexed
during some really hard moves, how his tongue sometimes stuck out and
how his face looked when he was concentrated on what he was doing.
“I mean…"you shrugged, admitting that he is hot but also showing that you were not fazed by it that much.
“I prefer dancing on my own.”
The girl nodded and giggled again.
The conversation was done and you were glad because of it, their giggles were starting to really annoy you.
After a minute, they were finally gone and now you finally had time for yourself.
Jimin was still not here and you were partially hoping he wouldn’t come
at all. But also, you hoped he would come, just for the visual.
The door closed and you finally played the song on full volume.
you danced you felt nothing else, only the beat moving your body. It
was like pure bliss and seeing yourself dance in the mirror made you
proud of yourself because you were actually pretty good.
The third song was nearing to an end and Jimin was still not there. What was going on?
Suddenly you couldn’t dance, your thoughts became wrapped up only around Jimin.
You cringed at yourself. ’No. Stop. What are you thinking about?’
You tried to get him off your mind and you tried to dance.
image of the one time Jimin’s shirt raised up while dancing made you
trip over your own feet and you slammed down on the floor.
You hit your leg hard on the floor and you hissed at the sharp pain in your kneecap.
You shut your eyes trying to stop a tear from falling.
How embarrassing is it to fall and hurt yourself because of something like that?
You calmed down for a bit and just kept laying down staring at the ceiling.
The music was still playing loud so you didn’t hear the doors open and then shut.
But what you heard was laughter. And it was damn well familiar.
The mocking laughter of Park Jimin.
“Yes that was really funny.“you groaned sarcastically as you got up to your feet. You stared at him standing behind you in the mirror.
His face showed that he was really enjoying this. He walked over still laughing.
“It was hilarious, could you do that again please?“he continued to laugh at you.
suddenly started acting out your fall and you clenched your fists out
of anger trying to remember what you said to yourself before getting
“Okay could you just do your job please and tutor me or something? You know? Sounds familiar?”
You sounded so stupid while angry.
He stopped laughing but you could still see it in his eyes. He will not forget this.
“You’re right, you need some obviously.”
Sighing and rolling your eyes you tried to continue everything normally.
“Okay so can we start where we left off?”
wanted to start as soon as possible because that meant Jimin was going
to concentrate on dancing more than you and that was very much what you
Half an hour passed and it was
mostly good because he wasn’t commenting as much as usual but of course
there were some usual remarks here and there.
“No, the right leg. Jesus…”
“Straighten your back you’re not the hunch back of Notre Dame.”
“Oh my god, stop that! No! You’re to slow can’t you hear how the fast the song is going.”
“How are you already that sweaty, even I don’t sweat that much.”
You ignored it each time as best as you could.
But some comments could not be let go.
“Why are you even here when you’re that bad?”
You stopped abruptly. You turned to him, noticing he was only about five feet away from you.
You felt your cheeks getting red and your fists clenched so hard, your nails dug in your palms.
“JESUS CAN YOU JUST STOP BITCHING AND LET ME BE!?”
That shout surprised him. And honestly, it surprised you too. You’ve never yelled like that at anyone.
But you couldn’t stop yourself.
“ALL YOU DO IS FUCKING CRITICIZE! CAN’T YOU JUST PRAISE ME ONCE? I AM NOT BAD AT THIS IT’S JUST YOU BEING AN ASSHOLE!”
You asked for praise. Oh my god. ‘Just stop. It’s getting worse.’
Jimin stared at you blankly for a few moments. He was obviously shocked at your words.
something was wrong with you. Suddenly you stopped being so mad and the
only thing you could think about how his hair was pushed back from his
sweaty forehead, how his chest was rising rapidly up and down trying to
catch a breath, how his full lips were slightly parted and how his
eyebrows were scrunched in the cutest way ever.
You could feel the temperature rising as you took in his every feature.
‘It’s wrong.’ You said to yourself. ’How can you see him like that right now?’
The silent moment between you two seemed to last forever.
And then something happened. Something you never expected.
Jimin walked over to you and-
he kissed you.
Park Jimin was kissing you.
The one that always criticized and mocked you. He was now kissing you.
You were shocked, so much that you didn’t even know what to do with your hands.
The kiss was hard but at the same time soft. It was like he waited a long time to do this.
It was hungry.
“Oh come on."he mumbled against your lips. He
grabbed your hands and put them on the sides of his face, like he was
encouraging you to kiss back.
And as soon as your hands found their way you kissed back. And he groaned in approval.
You never realized how much sexual tension was between you two.
Not until this moment.
Your hands wrapped around his neck and
suddenly he grabbed you by your thighs and you instinctively jumped and
wrapped your legs around his waist.
He grabbed your ass squeezing it and moaning into your lips making you moan as well.
He took the opportunity of your parted lips to slip his tongue inside deepening the kiss.
You didn’t even fight for dominance because he obviously had it in him to lead.
walked forward, slamming you into a wall, his hands immediately finding
your exposed waist and belly caressing it up and down.
His body felt so good against your own. It felt like it was supposed to always be like this.
fingers found their way in his hair. You moaned again, parting away
from him, leaning your head back, letting his soft lips attack your
He bit and sucked on your neck, undoubtedly leaving marks
all over. And feeling him groan against your neck made it feel even
"Ah, Jimin…"you moaned.
Then, like it was a signal
for him, he slipped his hand inside your pants and his fingers found
their way to your already wet core.
He stopped kissing and he
leaned his forehead on yours staring at your lips and eyes intently,
wanting to see your face as he pleasured you.
His fingers rubbed circles on your clit and the feeling was so good it made you jolt up a bit.
You watched him bite his lip hard as he put even more pressure on you.
You could feel his bulge on your leg and you moaned at the feeling.
"Jimin, please.” you let out short breaths.
“What do you want me to do to you (Y/N)?” He said seductively in your ear.
His fingers moved faster and you couldn’t stand it. You needed to feel him.
“I need you-"you were interrupted by your own moaning.
"Tell me."he groaned as he grinded on your leg with his bulge.
"I need you inside me."you managed to say through your shaky breaths.
And with no second thought, he pulled out his hand, pushed your legs down on the floor pulling your pants down.
He started to take off his as you quickly stepped out of your own.
pulled your hoodie up leaving yourself in only a sports bra. It annoyed
you that he had to see you in that instead of something prettier.
But he licked his lips at the sight and that encouraged you to drop down on your knees and to take the bra off.
”(Y/N)…“he groaned at the sight of you on your knees in front of him.
He pulled off his shirt revealing his glorious abs and chest.
Licking your lips at the sight of it you started palming him through his underwear.
His hands found their way on your head and he groaned, "Untie your hair baby.”
You did as you were told. You untied you hair letting him tangle his fingers in it as you kissed his bulge teasing him a bit.
“(Y/N) no teasing please…"he said with his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
Listening to what he said, you pulled his underwear down his beautiful legs letting his length spring up free.
You almost gasped at the sight. You never imagined Jimin being this big.
You could see him smirking at your expression and he licked his lips.
"Wrap those pretty lips around me now baby.”
And you did.
You kissed the tip first, tasting the precum on it and then started to slowly take him all in your mouth, not caring if it’s too much. You just wanted to please him and so you did.
You started to deep-throat him, feeling satisfied because of the sounds he was making.
His hands were on the back of your head as he started to push himself
even deeper inside, hitting the back of your throat causing a tear to
fall from your eye.
Seeing you like that he pulled out not wanting to choke you.
“You okay?"he asked with concern in his voice.
Your only answer
was to take him in your hand and to lick his shaft from bottom to top
swirling your tongue around him at the tip.
"Oh shit."he threw his head back at the feeling. You felt him twitch in your hand and you stopped what you were doing.
what you wanted next he made it come true as he picked you up from the
floor again and slammed you against the wall once more.
He kissed you hard, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth.
You moaned at the feeling of your breasts against his strong chest.
You looked behind him, catching the reflection of you two in the mirror.
You loved he sight of his back muscles flexing and it turned you on even more.
"I need you now Jimin."you breathed next to his ear, biting the earlobe softly.
And as soon as you said that he lined himself at your entrance and he slammed into you with no warning.
You screamed out his name in pleasure as your nails dug into his back leaving scratches.
"Oh God! Yes!"you couldn’t seem to breathe as he started to slam into you mercilessly.
”Fuck you’re so tight.“he hissed on your neck gripping your thighs tightly.
You gripped his hair as he kept pounding as fast as he could.
was filling you up completely and it felt so good that you couldn’t
even make a sound for a few moments. It felt like you were choking back
on your own moans.
"I’m close…"you managed to say somehow.
"I’m close too baby."Jimin breathed.
He kept going but even faster, all while letting out moans of pleasure.
The sounds that Jimin were making were so hot you felt cumming any second.
”(Y/N) I’m..“Jimin started stuttering.
"Fuck Jimin…"you breathed. "Kiss me.”
He kissed you and you moaned into his mouth.
Your walls clenched around him and he groaned at the feeling.
And with a couple of thrusts more you came all around him, screaming his name out loud.
pounded a couple more times and then he pulled out, you dropped on your
knees in front of him and opened your mouth wide waiting for him to
shoot his load.
Pumping with his hand a few more times he released, cumming all over your face.
You looked up at him with a satisfied look on your face.
He licked his lips looking pretty happy himself.
something you never expected to happen but you were glad it did. You
didn’t know where this was going to lead but you were hoping it would
He had changed, of course, but the change was subtle; as though he had been put into an oven and baked to a hard finish. He looked as though both muscle and skin had drawn in just a bit, grown closer to the bone, so he was more tightly knit; he had never seemed gawky, but the last hint of boyish looseness had vanished.
** This was requested by an anon. This is just my opinion of the top ten daddies in kpop. Of course this is just from the bands that I know .Ten is the lowest and one is my top kpop daddy. I had so much fun writing this so I hope you guys like it.
10) Suho (Exo)
He isn’t a tough, demanding daddy, he is more of a soft and sweet daddy who treats you like a princess. He would spoil you too much, buying you cute clothes that he loved to see you in and also very sexy lingerie that he made you model for him. However, the lingerie never seemed to last for long since they always ended up in pieces on the floor from him tearing it off of you because he grew impatient. He would take good care of you making sure you were always happy. However, if you got bratty with him, he wouldn’t hesitate to bend you over his study table and spank you till you apologized.
9) Shownu (Monsta x)
He is a very quiet but protective daddy. He is always looking out for you and making sure you’re safe. He would hate it when guys got too close to you however. If a guy ever touched you he would intervene immediately, intimidating the guy. He would then proceed to take you home and fuck you hard till you were screaming his name. “Who do you belong to baby girl?” he would ask you as he fucked you good. “You daddy.” you would always respond.
8) Suga (BTS)
He is a very chill daddy, basically no one would know he is your daddy unless they do something to you. He is your daddy and you’re his very obedient girl. To others it would just look like you’re a great girlfriend. However, if someone tells you something mean or gets physical with you he would step in and fuck them up immediately. He would then make sure you’re ok and if you are not then I am sorry for that person, he may need some stitches after. He would then take you home and make sure his princess is ok.
7) Chanyeol (Exo)
He isn’t always in daddy mode. However, daddy mode is activated for a couple of reasons, if he is jealous, if he is angry or if he is stressed. When daddy mode is activated he would answer to no other name but daddy. If you called him anything else he would pull you over his knee and spank you till your bum got red. “What’s my name?” he would ask. “Daddy.” you would moan out. Then he would bend you over a surface and fuck you rough and hard until you came screaming in pleasure. Sometimes you angered him just to activate daddy mode.
6) GD (Big Bang)
He is such a teasing daddy. He loves to tease you to no end. You two would be at dinner at a very fancy restaurant and suddenly he would slip his hand under your pretty dress and start to finger you under the table or it would be two minutes till he has to be on stage and he would have you in his dressing room, with his face buried in between your legs. You would loose your cool from all the teasing numerous times and every time it would lead to you being punished. He would have you on the bed, ass up as he spanked you hard with a vibrator shoved inside of your pussy and you weren’t allowed to cum even when you pleaded, “Please daddy, please let me cum.” you’d whimper. He would just chuckle and say, “Not yet baby girl you’ve been too naughty.” as he spanked you again.
5) Seungcheol (Seventeen)
He is a daddy who always gets what he wants no matter what. You could be at a club with him when he got the urge for you. He would just carry you to the bathroom and fuck you hard in a stall like it’s nobody’s business. You could be shopping for a Christmas present for your mom when all of a sudden he would drag you to a changing room and have you on your knees sucking him off. He always got what he wanted because you were his and he was yours and you always wanted to please him because he pleased you so good.
4) Xiumin (Exo)
He is a silent daddy, because he doesn’t have to say much to get what he wants. He has you so under his control because you had submitted one hundred percent to him. For example when you were being extra bratty with him he would just give you a stern look and you would bow your head and say, “Sorry daddy.” Everyone knows he is your daddy because you call him daddy 24/7 and neither of you would want it any other way. “Daddy pass me the salt please?” you would ask at dinner with all of Exo and he would pass it to you without hesitation. You were at the airport waiting for him to return from tour and as soon as you saw him you would run to him shouting, “Daddy!” excitedly as he picks you up in his arms. You two were in line at a fast food joint and he would pinch your cheeks and ask, “Whose baby girl are you?” “Yours daddy.” would always be your reply. Neither of you cared what anyone else thought because he was your daddy and you were his baby girl.
3) Jaebum (Got7)
He is really good at taking charge and leading, since he is the leader of Got7 after all. This would translate into your relationship and in the bedroom of course. He would always be the dominant daddy, always in charge of you, always taking care of you and you were mostly obedient. “Come princess” was all he had to say to have you on your knees pleasing him. “Bend over.” was all he uttered and he had you with your ass up ready for him to fuck you. You both knew he was in charge and you both liked it that way.
2) Rap Monster (BTS)
He is just daddy AF. He is just so dominant, he doesn’t know how to not be dominant and he is just your daddy. He takes really good care of you and makes sure you always eats properly and takes care of yourself when he isn’t there. If you skip a meal or fail to take your vitamins he would be very upset and punish you until you apologized. You would actually feel guilty for disobeying your daddy. You are his baby girl, his whole world and he wouldn’t let any harm come to you. He would always be by your side giving any guys who watch you a death glare, no one dares to approach you. He would mark you all over with hickeys so that when you’re not with him everyone knows you’re still his or he would fuck you so hard, you wouldn’t be able to walk properly.
1) TOP (Big Bang)
Everything about him just oozes daddy. He is just 100% daddy. He is your daddy and just like Xiumin he wants you to call him daddy at all times, not just in the bedroom. When you call him daddy in public and anyone says anything to you he would fuck them up on the spot. He always defended his baby girl no matter what. He would fuck you so good as well, taking you from behind and fucking you so hard that you would be screaming, “Daddy!” over and over. He would treat you like a queen, however if you angered him he would take you over his knee and spank you hard. When he was done he would rub your now reddened bum and ask, “Is my baby sorry?” “Yes daddy I’m so so sorry.” you’d always reply with a pout. He would then push you on the bed and reward you by eating you out with that rapper tongue of his. He’d make you cum so much till you pushed him away and then he’d eat you again as punishment for pushing him. All in all you were his baby whom he loved above all else, he’d protect you and keep you safe and then fuck you into oblivion every night.
a concept: Victor just moved across the road from Yuuri but being the dork he is, he forgot to buy curtains. Now every time yuuri looks out the window he can see his (very attractive) new neighbour doing all sorts of dorky things. His favourite is Victor trying to sweep while singing at the top of his lungs and dancing awkwardly with the broom.
“That guy is cute.”
Yuuri, admittedly, had only been half-invested in his conversation with Phichit since he’s currently focusing on not burning their casserole. But when he hears those words, he glances up, wondering if he could possibly be talking about–
Phichit is looking out the window.
(Presumably towards Yuuri’s new neighbor.)
“Not my type,” Phichit swiftly adds when he notices Yuuri’s reaction, “but yours. Definitely yours.”
Yuuri can’t see out the window from where he’s standing behind the kitchen counter, and he has too much pride to sprint into the living room in order to catch a glimpse of his admittedly attractive new neighbor. His admittedly attractive new neighbor who is very, very distracting in the mornings. And at night. And all times, really. And who doesn’t have curtains. Or, if he does, they’re never drawn, at least.
Phichit seems to analyze Yuuri’s every last microexpression. “He’s shirtless.”
Yuuri has pride, but not enough pride.
He walks over.
The neighbor, whom Yuuri still doesn’t know the name of, nor has Yuuri ever interacted with except for the occasional awkward wave when he’s caught staring, is currently singing. And sweeping. And dancing with the broom.
(And, yes, he is shirtless. Very shirtless. About as shirtless as he could be, actually. Yuuri hadn’t been aware of the fact that there are varying levels of shirtlessness, but he is now aware of this fact. Very aware. Keenly aware. Because the neighbor is–)
“Have you spoken to him?” Phichit asks.
Yuuri shakes his head, tearing his eyes away from the window. He has trained himself not to look after one too many awkward moments of eye contact. So instead he sets his gaze on the television, not focusing on whatever is currently happening on the screen.
The neighbor is grinning. Then, Phichit uses one hand to point a finger at Yuuri. He cocks his head to the side, as though asking a question. After that, he mimics a phone with his other hand. “Hang on, I’m asking him if he wants your number.”
Yuuri stares blankly out the window, unsure of what to do. He grabs at Phichit’s arm and stammers. “Phichit, hang on, wait, he’s, I’m–”
The neighbor nods. Grins.
Phichit gives him a thumbs up. Yuuri buries his face in his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Okay, Yuuri, what’s your number? Read it off to me,” Phichit urges. “I’ll signal it to him.” When Yuuri doesn’t move, he nudges his shoulder. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to go out with the hot neighbor.”
Really, he can’t. Yuuri takes in a deep breath, meets the neighbor’s eyes one more time before burying his face in his hands. “Five, two…”
dean’s body practically engulfed yours, both of your bodies facing in the direction of his window. his shallow breathes warmed your neck and his brawny arms trapped you against him. without waking him, you twisted to get a better view of his sleeping form.
last night, he had looked like a dangerous man, cold and hard - yet still sexy. but in the softness of the sunrise, he looked much more innocent. the side you’d seen to dean 12 hours ago had changed to an entirely softer one. his dark fringe fell over his forehead and eyes, and you went to gently brush it away, but his eyes fluttered open at the touch.
he grunted slightly, but then smiled at you, “morning.”
you placed a kiss on his forehead lightly.
“morning, do you want me to go make us coffee?”
“that,” he stretched out with a yawn, muscles looking more prominent, “sounds grand.”
“he’s gonna come after us.”
“no he won’t, you got me remember?”
“i’m starting to question if that’s a good thing or not.”
as dark as the situation was, you found yourself smiling at dean’s lightheartedness. no matter how troubled you got by what seemed like the inevitable, he would never let it last.
“i’m glad i make you smile so much,” he took another gulp of his black coffee.
he swallowed, “because your smile’s one of the prettiest i’ve seen. and i’ve seen a lot of pretty smiles.”
“oh have you now?”
he chuckled at you. his roommates were all watching tv in the living room next to you, and they snickered at your question.
“oh believe me,” bobby called over, “this boy has not seen much action since i’ve known him.”
you smiled, almost pleased with the answer. dean looked over at you nervously, as if not having lots of experience was shameful. you felt relieved that he hadn’t slept around.
“dean,” you cupped his cheek and settled further into his lap, “i’m gonna be honest, i’m kind of glad your not that kind of guy.”
his body softened now, his grip on your (his) t-shirt less clenched. the two of you had been mindlessly chatting to one another on the sofa for the past hour or so, still exhausted after the previous night. you could get lost in the idle chat, it was so easy, and carefree.
“i gotta work tonight, but your welcome to come to the pit with me. or you could always stay at the apartment with vin, it’s up to you.”
as nice as vin was, he had made a habit of making uncomfortable comments, and truthfully, you wanted to spend time with dean.
“the pit sounds good. what exactly is it?”
“ah, so is it like a club?”
he glanced over at his roommates, who all exchanged a similar look.
“uh i guess you can call it that.”
the pit was nothing like a club. it was an old warehouse that had been done up into what looked like an underground fight club. it had a bar in the corner and back rooms all around the sides, and in the middle was a big fighting ring.
dean’s arm wrapped comfortably around your waist and the atmosphere made you on-edge enough to curl further into his warm side.
“you okay?” dean’s brow furrowed at your small, intimidated stature.
“i’m just a little overwhelmed,” you said breathily, “i though it was gonna be a club.”
earlier on in the day, dean had taken you out shopping for new clothes and possessions that you had obviously left behind. you weren’t in any position to say no and so with each shop you walked out of you had yet another bag laden on your arm. dean spoilt you with luxurious clothing, he wanted you to be treated right. and you weren’t the kind of girl to refuse such a kind offer.
“it’s kind of a club,” he scratched his head sheepishly, “it’s a fight club. not like the fight club, but a fight club none the less.”
since he’d splashed the cash a little on you, you’d decided to go for a simple, but short black dress with thigh high boots and a big fur coat over the top. if you were out with dom, he’d expect an outfit exactly like this, dressing like this was almost second nature.
but now you saw where you really were, you felt really exposed.
dean could sense your discomfort, “relax, you’re with me. and no ones gonna mess with you if i’m around.”
it wasn’t possessive, it was just protective. you craved it more than any thing.
a tall, extremely muscular guy came up to dean, and have him a firm hand-shake-pat-on-the-back-hug that mobsters would do with one another.
“dean, it’s nice to see you again. you in the ring tonight?”
you were surprised, “you fight?”
the tall guy looked at you like he’d just noticed you now, ’“and who’s this delight?”
“joey this is y/n, y/n this is my boss, joey.”
he grabbed your hand and placed his lips on it politely. the action shocked you, but you didn’t mind, it was respectful, not creepy.
“it’s a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman,” his eyes slimmed as he studied your face even further, “i recognise you from somewhere.”
your heart rate quickened drastically, you couldn’t get caught now. you were finally free, it couldn’t be over so soon. not when you’d finally found a shot at happiness with a good guy.
“she’s just someone i met out of town,” dean covered up your tracks with a simple lie.
“oh of course, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to take an already taken girl, now would you dean?”
“he’s coming here tonight,” he continued, “i suggest you leave before your fucked. and dean, i thought i taught you better. you never take unless it actually belongs to you.”
your blood felt white-hot as anger burned all through you.
“oi, i suggest you watch the way you talk about me. i chose to leave by myself. dean just happened to be there to help at the right place and right time. so next time you wanna talk to me with that kinda language, i suggest you watch your fucking tongue before i rip it out your head, capishe?”
the two of them stared down at you, wide-eyed. who would ever expect such a pretty girl to have such a foul mouth? dean smiled at you and started to speak, before getting interrupted.
“i thought you knew by now that men don’t like being told what to do.”
“you did find out the hard way after all.”
you were too frozen in shock to even turn around and confirm the owner of the voice.
“stay the fuck away from her,” dean had his hand gripped firmly around your wrist, too afraid that letting go of it would mean letting go of you.
“or what, pretty boy? you gonna fight me?”
the scene had formed its own audience, mobsters from gangs all around had circled around to watch dom fuck up yet another guy.
but not on your watch.
dean smirked at dom, his confidence seeming a little miscalculated, “your on. i know how you fight, you get one of your men to do it for you. and then you sit back and watch on your pathetic ass. i don’t think you’ve ever been in a fight, let alone won one.”
“you so sure about that?”
dom wasn’t getting anywhere with this, he couldn’t find any way to intimidate dean. to some, it was comical to watch one of the most feared mobsters get shut down so breezily. to others, it was seen as a death wish
“i haven’t got all day, i gotta job to do, so if we’re gonna fight, i’d rather we got started and cracked on,” dean was pushing his luck, and dom’s patience.
“you’re really getting on my nerves now pretty boy,” dom’s jaw clenched in fury.
“you’ve been getting on my nerves since you decided to treat such an amazing girl like a piece of trash. if you’d taken your time to appreciate how truly remarkable she is, then maybe i wouldn’t be pissing you off so much.”
you gasped at how astounding his words were.
“so are we gonna keep pissing each other off, or are we actually gonna fight?”
the audience whooped and hollered at dean’s rebellious attitude. if there’s one thing a mobster likes, it’s a rebel.
the two of them walked over to the ring, deans grip still around your wrist, “if i end up getting really hurt, whatever you do, don’t try and help me.”
“no y/n, you have to promise you won’t get in that ring.”
you suddenly noticed the absence of gloves, tape and gumshield.
this was a bare-knuckle fight.
dean shrugged off his jacket and unbuttons the shirt slowly, as you should have been doing for him later on tonight. but unfortunately the tables have turned and fate didn’t seem to rest on your grounds anymore. we weren’t as foolishly free as you had thought.
joey hopped in the ring and called the two of them to the middle, dean and dom both shirtless and looking very ready to hit each other.
“okay we still have rules here,” joey glanced at dom, “this is a one round fight, so no weapons, no spitting, no biting and no scratching. this isn’t a lady fight.”
the audience laughed at his sexist joke, but you couldn’t be bothered to get angry at anything except the soon to come fight.
“are we ready,” joey called out.
dean and dom positioned themselves.
the room silenced.
good luck dean.
dom was offensive so he therefore got the first swing, which was smoothly blocked by dean. dom took yet another, but again his actions were blocked.
dean now punched, straight into his stomach, the blow causing dom to stumble back. dean now used this to take a couple more punches, one to the face this time. the impact of knuckle against cheek was evident through the audiences yells. even to this day, you still winced at the noise.
dom looked up at dean with blood dripping down his face. you had no emotion except pleasure at seeing dom’s pain.
“why you little,” dom hisses at dean, and charges straight towards him, pinning him to the floor. where dean may have been smart and quick at fighting, dom had more weight and strength. he took no time in punching dean in the face, the sound of dean’s head hitting the floor as it was whacked against it.
from the edge of the ring, all you could see was dean’s struggling body start to get more and more weak under dom’s punches. his head was being punched back and forth, tilted to look at you. his eye was already starting to blacken, his lip was busted and bleeding and his right cheek was swollen with a small nick on the bone, blood also trickling from that.
you were frozen at the sight, the ugliness of dean’s injuries chilling you to the bone.
you knew how dom’s men fought, and you knew that dom fought the same way. and he hadn’t fought dirty yet. in everyone of his men’s left pocket was a smaller inner pocket that held a tiny, easily concealed switch blade. you saw dom’s hand reach to pull it out.
“dean watch out! he’s got a knife!”
dom made a quick swipe along dean’s torso, now even more blood covering his body.
dean escaped dom’s grasp and gripped his wrist in an attempt to get him to drop the knife. even in dean’s weak state, he was resilient, unable to give up just yet.
dean shoved hardly on dom’s chest, and he finally got back up onto his feet.
“you piece of shit,” dean spit out blood, “no weapons.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” dom smirked at him, then very quickly at you, “won’t be long baby, i’ll get you back soon.”
dean lunged onto him and started throwing out punches, but dom was no where near as damaged as him, dean was losing blood rapidly, so he easily blocked them all. dean tried to kick him instead, but yet again dom had managed to block him. he hooked into dean’s chin, the blow forcing dean onto the floor.
“giving up yet?”
dom sighed and kicked him in the stomach, a groan elicited from dean. he got on all fours and made an attempt at standing up, blood dripping from his cut.
but dom just kicked him back down, and kicked his head. dean yelled out in pain, clearly on the edge. you were struggling to watch, each blow to dean making the tears that were close to falling even closer.
dom reached down and grabbed dean by the throat, his face turning red and panicked as he weakly attempted to breath. his fingers tried to pull his hand off of him.
“i hope this fight was enough to prove that you should never steal what belongs to me.”
and with that, he punches dean one last time straight in the face, and let’s his body sink to the floor.
“oh and you’re not the only one who’s in a lot of trouble with me,” he looked over at you with a menacing smile, “she’s got quite a lot to answer to as well.”
when dean would have automatically jumped up to your defence, his body stayed limp on the floor.
“dean! no, no let go of me!” dom trapped your waist and started to pull you out of the club.
“i hope you’re ready for the punishment i have prepared.”
you paled at the thought.
an idea came over you, and you stopped struggling entirely.
“dom i’m so sorry, he kidnapped me. i didn’t have a choice. but i didn’t do anything wrong.”
“you were defending him before though?”
“i was scared you’d win and hurt me. i didn’t know what else to do.”
he thought about the statement for a little while, trying to know if he should believe you or not.
“are being completely honest with me baby?”
you shuddered at the old nickname.
“of course dom, you know i’d never lie to you.”
he smirked and pulled you against him, caged into his build. he crushed his lips onto yours, tongue entering your mouth forcefully. you started to pull the hem of your dress up, past your stockings, his hands tracing along your thighs with you.
you felt the warm metal of the gun and grabbed it. placing it on the small of his back, you clicked the hammer back and readied it for fire. you stayed in the close position the two of you were in, so as not to draw attention.
“i suggest you let me go or i will shoot, dom,” you whispered into his ear.
“why you little-”
“genius? why thank you. now i’m gonna give you 5 seconds to let me go quietly or i will pull the trigger.”
“what if i shoot you first?”
“you’re gun is on the inside of your jacket which you very stupidly left on the outside of the ring. you have no weapon to shoot with.”
you had him in a box, and he had no choice.
“you’re bluffing, you’d never shoot me.”
“you’re 5 seconds are gone and you’re really underestimating me.”
you pushed him back and shot his thigh twice, one dangerously close to his crotch. he sunk to his knees and gripped the wound strongly.
“fuck! you bitch!”
“all your men have left and there’s no one here to protect you anymore. so i strongly advice you leave whilst you can.”
“fuck you y/n.”
you shot straight at his crotch this time. he screamed so loudly the whole building went silent.
“that’s for dean.”
you walked over and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to curl up.
“that’s for all the people you’ve cheated out of money and lives.”
you took one final aim at his face, your pointy, heeled boot effortlessly coming into contact with his already injured features.
“and that’s for me and every single way you hurt me.”
the room’s silence was now filled with cheers as the most hated mobster was finally put in his place. and not one person dared to say otherwise.
you couldn’t give two shits about anybody else in the room other than dean. you sprinted over to the ring again and jumped straight in.
his body was hidden by joey’s and you couldn’t tell if he was even alive or not. there wasn’t any movement.
“let me see him,” you pushed joey out of the way to find an unconscious dean - bloody and bruised. his cut had been dressed and his face wiped slightly to remove the dried up blood.
“oh my god,” you fell on your knees next to him, just like this morning you brushed his fringe out of his eyes, but they didn’t open at the touch this time.
“dean please be okay. we won, we beat dom,” you spoke softly to his senseless body, “just please wake up.”
by his point, dom had been carried out by a few men, and was told to “never show your cheating face here again.”
you had however, collapsed into dean and were sobbing like a mere child lost in a new city. after all the drama and despair of the last 24 hours, you felt exhausted and completely hopeless. it wasn’t like you to cry, you’d never let yourself before. but there was something about all of the action that had caused something to break.
“why are you crying?”
his hands very slowly came to pull your head up to meet his. one of his eyes looked into yours, the other swollen shut.
“somewhat, yes,” he smiled at you, then remembered dom, “what happened to-”
“i shot him in the balls. he won’t be an issue with us anymore, i can promise you that.”
his eyes twinkled in amazement of your courage and strength. he pulled you down to him, his arms squeezing around your shoulders.
he sighed contently, “that’s my girl.”
you giggle and pull him up onto his feet.
“you alright to stand up?”
he stabled himself out then grabbed his shirt and draped it over himself, not even bothering to button it back up.
the two of you walked out of there hand in hand, not even looking back to reassure yourselves. you both did that for each other anyway.
dean’s swollen and bruised face looked so out of place with his eye-creasing grin.
“i may look like shit, and i probably need some medical attention, but tonight has been pretty cool.”
you laugh and swing your arm around his shoulders, his hand instinctively coming round your waist.
the two of you stay like that for a little longer, just walking down the street. you looked an odd pairing, almost feared. but you two couldn’t care less, you had all the time in the world, wherever you desired. whatever you desired. whoever you desired.
and right now you craved a bed, in an apartment, with dean.
I live in a bowl surrounded by mountains. Hiking is completely normal here. I got nothing against hiking (except it’s a form of exercise) It’s beautiful, it’s serene, it’s wonderful to be a part of nature, I agree.
But this little sentence in his liveshow scared me.
NEVER HIKE ALONE.
I know countless people who have family members, friends, relatives, parents, dogs, people who are experts at hiking, who have found their unfortunate end because they hiked alone.
It could be broad daylight. It could be on a super safe trail. A familiar one. It could be just a walk. It could be just a time where you slip your headphones in and drift your thoughts away along with the dirt. But it could be your last.
Never. Hike. Alone.
I know it seems like this is stupid or overprotective, like it seems like something everyone should know. I know there’s a few out there who are like “I’ve hiked countless times alone nothing has happened to me.” but I cannot stress how one little incident, one little “I’ll be back later don’t worry” can change in an instant. (also, tremors and earthquakes are more likely to happen on mountains/hills/fault-lines. it could be a little 2 on the seismograph, that can still change your position. anywhere can have an earthquake)
Dan. You already fell down a hill. I know you like to have time to yourself and hiking seems like a fun new little hobby to help clear your mind, be away from people, out and about, exploring new things and being one with nature; taking aesthetic photos, listening to music, but BRING PHIL WITH YOU. TAKE SOMEONE WITH YOU PLEASE. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.
Summer is around the corner, it’s been getting awfully warm. But Dear God NEVER HIKE ALONE PLEASE
6. things you said under the stars and in the grass
pairing: Mark (Got7) x reader
genre: dystopia!au, outerspace!au
word count: 2,325
The sound of someone pounding upon your metal apartment door ripped you from your slumber. Inspections had been completed last week and you had passed with flying colors so there should be no reason as to why someone would be knocking at your door at 3:30 in the morning. Especially on a Sunday.
Blurry sleep filled eyes made it hard for you to see who the figure on the other side of the door was, but they were impatient. You could see their shape pacing, activating even more nerves in your system.
“Babe, I can hear you breathing,” Mark whines, turning the identify of the stranger into your boyfriend.
“What are you doing?” you ask with lungs still asleep.
A devilish grin, one you had seen too many times, spread across his face, “Get dressed, I want to show you something.”