#it literally said that i forgot to eat but he's all hung up on my teeth?

[ajortga]

sweet pt.2

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

summary: jenna can't stop thinking about you, the coffee girl. she may or may not have asked you out on something her friends consider as a date.

word count: 3k+

read pt.1 here! sweet- part 1

It became sort of a habit for Jenna.

It would be music, think about you, eat, think about you, sleep, think about you, film, yay Jenna gets to see you!

Maybe she’s over exaggerating it, but at the same time she’s really not.

Jenna wasn’t the regular person to be a love bird. Head over heels for someone was barely something she was used to. Well sure she would pass some guys in the city or notice them on set and think, “Oh his hair is perfect” or “He’s kind of cute.” She’s dated a few guys, broke them off because they weren’t for her.

All of the guys only hung out with her knowing she was a celebrity, or she would really think they were the one, until they lost interest and treated her like some toy. She hated when they did that. In fact, she was disgusted by it so much that she didn’t even want to think of having a lasting relationship at all. She just had to find someone right for her.

-

“You’re awfully quiet,” Melissa nudges Jenna as they’re both in their Tara and Sam outfits.

Jenna hums, looking at the taller latina with a small roll of her eyes while their makeup is getting patched up, “Just hungry, I guess.”

She shifts in her seat, her earbuds in and waiting for this day to be over, she forgot an umbrella. Of course the forecast would show as non-stop rain the whole day with thunderstorms, she literally checked the day before and it said sunny.

“Well, we only have to shoot like, 5 scenes. You wanna go with Jas and Mason to the Italian place you like? On me.”

Tempting.

But Jenna’s mind has other plans. 

“I think I’m gonna drop by the coffee place next door, craving a latte you know?”

She sees the way Melissa’s face twitches upwards, almost as a confused yet searching look, “You don’t like coffee.”

“The shop changed my mind, Y/N recommended a latte that is actually really good.”

“Y/n you say?” And from Melissa’s sing-song voice, she knows what’s coming.

“Yes,” Jenna scoffs, she can feel her ears begin to heat up.

“I didn’t know you had a friend named Y/N.”

It’s a little quiet, the only noise is from Jenna’s half put in earbud, “I met her a couple days ago, she’s a barista that helps her parents run their coffee shop. Keeps the place cozy and organized.”

“So she’s a barista?”

“Yes,” Jenna replies, half distracted as she picks at her cuticles.

“Who helps run her parent’s coffee shop?”

“Yep.”

“Next door?”

“Uh huh.”

“You like her,” Melissa smirks, it’s not a question anymore.

“Yes-Wait what? No!” Jenna slaps Melissa’s arm, caught off guard.

Jenna hears her laugh, half-heartedly, “I’m just kidding, but you do seem out of it, are you thinking about her often?”

She shrugs, picking off skin that she just scratched.

“Well I think you are, you’re nervous.”

Now the daydreamer turns to face Melissa, “No I’m not, I just think she’s sweet and she’s someone that already brought me out of that introverted lookin’ shell when I first meet people.”

It was true. It’s like you two knew each other when you first met, she hopes you thought of her that way too. She hopes you’re thinking of her as much as she thinks about you everyday.

Melissa looks down at Jenna’s cuticles, then back up at her, “You’re thinking about her, you’ve been quiet today and don’t think I didn’t see what song you’re listening to. You never listen to love songs!”

“What?! I have not been listening to love songs!”

“Lover by Taylor Swift? Lingers by The Cranberries? About you by the 1975?  Dark Red by Steve Lacy??”

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

“I just have taken interest in love songs I guess, it’s spring anyways right?”

“Spring my ass! That is bullshit!” Jasmine chimes in, making Jenna flinch and turn to the corner where Jas was hiding.”

“What the fuck Jas.. Are you eavesdropping?” Jenna shrieks.

“I know when a girl likes a girl,” Jas rolls her eyes and immediately stands up from her squatting position, “Don’t think me and Mason didn’t see you texting someone that you named mY y/N OOoO La lAAaAa..”

Jasmine shuts up with a slipper slapped into her face.

“Just go ask her out or something,” Mason says, popping behind Jasmine and getting the second pair of slippers thrown to his stomach, making him yelp.

“I barely even know her,”

“And there's no difference, you barely fall in love, girl, love at first sight for you means that she’s the one. You know your priorities and she checks all of them. If not, you wouldn’t be listening to those dumb love songs.”

“Gotta agree Jenna, what about this, we’ll go to the Italian restaurant first, then we’ll leave you alone with her in the coffee shop, you come out and tell us how it goes.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you love us.”

“Ugh.”

-

The alfredo pasta was twirled from the fork Jenna was holding, eating as the cast of scream 6 giggled and talked during their lunch break. It was a big bowl of pasta to say the least, she shared it with the whole cast but she was eating it up like there was no tomorrow. She knew around this time she came to your cafe, she only came around two times, but if you didn’t see her on a Thursday in the afternoon, she can almost feel the disappointment you might feel. Or hopes you feel, Jenna’s wondering to herself if you even think of her.

“Oh she’s falling hard for this silly Y/N girl,” Jasmine whispers to Melissa, to which she agrees almost immediately.

“No I’m not,” Jenna blurts, placing down her fork.

Everyone in the table clicks their tongue, a few, “Oh come on” and “Liar!”

“Well you wouldn’t have responded, we’ve been talking to you for the past 5 minutes and you only jerk your head when you hear anything about her!” Jasmine groans, showing her hands if they would somehow present something.

She signals for the check, she quickly pays, and as soon as that happens her real life core four push her out of the restaurant and to the outside of the coffee shop, like parents.

“Go,” Jenna’s shoulder was pushed into the door and it was too late to go back as she heard the familiar bell ring.

“I hate you Jas,” her hands flip the 3 people giggling behind the foggy window behind her as she hears the voice she’s been thinking about the whole day.

“Jenna!” Your tiny figure pops out from the coffee bean machine, waving to her happily.

Cute, she thinks to herself. You’re so cute.

“Almost thought you wouldn’t come today,” you murmur, making Jenna shake her head.

“Just had some lunch with friends, but I couldn't miss out on coffee on Thursdays though.”

“Ah,” you hum, your eyes focused on the latte art you were working on.

The only noise is the r&b music and the small chatter that keeps the environment comforting. 

A small bunny was being created, pouring the creamer carefully. 

“You’re almost looking as tiny and cute as that bunny,” your co-worker, Matteo says, a few feet away from you.

A soft laugh erupts in your throat, rolling your eyes from his compliment, but thanking him nonetheless. Jenna doesn’t know if she’s feeling a strong pit of jealousy that sizzles beneath the back of her mind. Her eyes train on the boy, hazel eyes, brunette hair. 

“Okay okay, stop that,” you grumble, a small smile plastered on your face as you playfully nudge him to show your annoyance.

“Feisty,” he chides.

“The only thing I did differently today is that I curled my hair. You can barely see it in this ponytail,” one hand is pointing to your hair while the other keeps concentrating on the bunny.

“You’re also wearing a bow, your freckles are more visible, mmm,” he thinks for a moment, “Oh and,” he comes closer, whispering in your ear so only you can hear. Your body almost shivers from it, “You’re staring at a new coming regular and smiling like a weird teenager.”

You stop your latte art, groaning in frustration since you were caught by a coworker that also is a kind friend of yours.

“No I’m not, stop whispering in my ear and let me do my latte art,” you shove him away and continue to work on your bunny.

Jenna swallows the prickly feeling in her throat, feeling herself scowl at some guy who’s name tag seems to say, “Mat ear.” Maybe she should switch out acting with latte art for a day.

The bunny looks complete. 

And perfect, you exhale a breath from pride, slide the latte and call out the person’s order with a warm smile.

Then Jenna feels like a fool standing there because she just realized that she’s been staring at you making another person’s latte. Then you feel stupid for not sending someone over to serve her since you’re assuming that she wanted something.

“Sorry!” You apologize, smacking the top of your head as you lean across the countertop, “Hi Jenna, did you want something?” Jenna looks down at your lips for a moment, your teeth tugged on your bottom lip, then trails back up to the menu.

“No worries, I should’ve sat down, I just wanted to visit I guess. Sure. Um,” She doesn’t know what to get.

“Confused again huh?” You tease, looking at the menu then at the lattes. It makes her almost fan herself to know that you know she wants a latte today.

It takes a moment for you to think, “I don’t even think I put this up on our menu, but the other day when I was closing I tried a hazelnut caramel, you down to try that today?”

“That sounds pleasing, sure I’ll take that.”

“Okay, one hazelnut caramel!”

“Dude, I swear your cafe sells at least every pastry known to mankind. Those brownies and chocolate chip cookies look like it could make society salivatate.”

You laugh, “Thanks silly, I just experiment and make sure everyone in NYC can have a taste of home if they are from somewhere else. Sometimes I take my recipes from a past generation baking book, other times I just try baking from eyeing measurements.”

Jenna smiles at that, touching your hand with hers and pressing it down to the counter, “Well trust me, this is probably why you get a hell load of customers every morning.”

A light-hearted, non-forced, soft giggle comes from you, not moving your hand that is pressed from hers.

“As long as it makes others happy and continues a legacy while doing other things I love, and meeting sweet people that mark my memory like you, I think that I wouldn’t trade it. Did you want anything else?”

“I think that’s it today,” Jenna breathes, moving her hand away from yours. Immediately your hand misses the warmth and just wants to pull her back.

She can’t help but notice the smile plastered on your face, “Okay, hazelnut caramel coffee, on the house.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nuh uh, not on my watch,” Jenna insists, pulling out a 10 dollar bill and immediately you shoo her away.

“On me! Honest! I own this place anyways and it happens at least twice everyday, don’t worry about it love.”

She hears a small “aww” come from her phone and she freezes, her cheeks heating up in an instant.

“I’m paying you one day,”

“If it’s banterings and consistent times that I see you besides Tuesdays and Thursdays, then okay,” your voice echoes as you begin to prepare her latte.

Jenna smiles at you and as soon as she turns around she picks up her phone and curses into it, “What the hell Jas? How the hell did you manage to call me before I got into the shop and stalk into our conversation??”

Snorts and laughs come from the other line, she immediately plugs her earphones in.

“On the house, hmm??” Mason teases, everyone in unison going “ooh la la..” 

“I’m going to chop your heads off-”

“And of course you place your hands on top of hers!! It’s like watching the corniest romance in front of my eyes!”

It had only been 5 minutes that Jenna had talked with you, and somehow she still got stuck and caught by her friends.

“Shut up,” Jenna says, her voice soft, but grumpily as she scoffs.

Melissa, Mason, and Mindy are shouting from outside, she can hear them screaming through the phone.

“Hey,” you say softly, bringing her latte with two wrapped pastries in hand and slide it to her front, “Try the brownies and cookies you were looking at and tell me what you think?”

Jenna wants to keep her cool and to smile politely, but the three crazy people outside that are listening in are making it hard. Especially with all the kissing noises she can hear, so she takes out her earbuds and tosses them in her hoodie’s pocket.

It takes her a while to realize she didn’t buy the pastries that made her hungry.

“Seriously?” 

The way your cheeks curved upwards and your nose scrunched as you smiled made Jenna smile on the spot there, “Seriously,” you assured. 

“I hate you for this,” she says playfully, sarcastically.

“Who can hate two free pastries? That’s a win for me,” you pull the chair out, sitting down as you take a small break, exhaling.

There was a cute cat design on the hazelnut caramel latte, the steaming, sweet bitterness scent that wafts in the air makes Jenna shiver. She plays with the wrapping of the chocolate chip cookie before mumbling a soft, “Thank you.”

“Mmmhm, no problem.”

There's a quiet pause, Jenna sips her latte, looking up at you and seeing you giggle. It’s sweet, light, bitter, and perfect.

You hand her a napkin, there's a small white foaming mustache from the creamer.

It takes a moment as she takes the napkin before you speak again, “So, filming mm? Is it stressful, you know, having to wake up early and doing stuff like that?”

“Honestly, there are days where it can be too much and I need to wind down a bit. But I love seeing cameras and doing something that I have the fortunate privilege of doing, I know a lot of people don’t have that and it makes me grateful.”

You hum in response, nodding, playing with the nape of your shirt.

“I used to want to act and direct,” you smile.

“Really? Why not now?”

Your shoulders shrug, “I still do small stuff, holding cameras, auditioning for stuff, it’s just a little harder since I’m working here and making sure I can continue doing, you know, this. But I love working here, it heals something in me.”

It makes Jenna feel almost bad, not in an overly guilty way. She just can’t fathom feeling pressured to do something instead of going the way you want.

“You have coworkers, you don’t have to be here everyday, you know?” She tilts her head.

Her eyes meet yours, and again she sees those doe eyes, with nothing but something to make her own self melt.

But I'm in so deep

You know, I'm such a fool for you

You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger? 

“I know, sometimes I’m afraid this place will go haywire.”

She giggles at that, then thinks for a moment, “You know, I get on set tomorrow at 11, which is later than most days. Do you wanna, you know, just come and look around? The directors and producers are the sweetest people I know and they don’t mind a plus one. I would like, show you around and you can reach out to some people.”

It’s silent, your face is thoughtful as you’re processing what she said.

“I’ll stick by your side the whole time we’re not filming, introduce you to the cast, as long as you don’t do anything silly, which I highly doubt you might.”

“Okay, I’ll have to check in with Matteo, ask him to bring his sister that comes in on Saturdays and switch it to tomorrow.”

The brunette feels her heart flipping and she nods, burying her face in her hands to try and stop the redness that is invading her cheeks.

You come back soon later, beginning to talk about the plan of the coffee shop tomorrow, but Jenna gets distracted, it’s hard seeing Jasmine blowing her breath on the window, making hearts, then wiping the fog and seeing the way all her friends are making dreamy gestures to mock her. They’re all dancing and she wants to flip them off.

“I’ll be there tomorrow, could you by, um any chance, pick me up? I usually walk here and get my car repaired.”

Oh fuck, Jenna thinks, because she get’s picked up by Jasmine and tomorrow Melissa and Mason will be joining, like they do twice a week. She wants to face palm, she can almost picture the way when you make conversation with her in the car tomorrow, she’ll see in the corner of her eye Mason batting his eyelashes and sticking his tongue out.

“Sure, if you’re okay with some of my crazy friends.”

“Tomorrow it is,” you say, waving and ruffling your hair before waving and walking back to work.

Jenna looks down at her earbuds and she completely forgot she didn’t end the call, she just stashed it away, she’s bearing what is to come, putting her earbuds back in.

“SHE’S ASKING HER OUT ON A DATE” (Mason)

“NO WAY” (Jas)

“SHE’S A FOOL” (Jas)

“SHE’S GOING TO GET EMBARRASSED TOMORROW.” (Jas)

Not to mention the way they are waving their hands outside, she can almost hear the screaming from here.

“There’s no way in hell you asked this sweet pretty girl to come on set tomorrow,” Melissa sing-songs.

“Paws off,” she grumbles.

“She wants her for herself, of course.”

“Shut up!”

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega imagine #jenna marie ortega

[eteisvalssi]

gig report london 11.4.2024

now that i'm back home and stuck inside for a couple of days bc of bovid, i can finally finish my gig report from london! it's gonna be a long one 😅

i won't be getting too much into how i traveled to london bc the story is long, but let's just say that i would arrange it differently now that i experienced it

in london i met up with @joyuntold, who was my roommate for the two nights! kiitos for letting me tag along with you <3 we had so much fun just yapping the night before the concert that i almost forgot how tired i was at that point 😂

i hadn't slept in well over 24 hours so i went to sleep at 8pm local time and had a good night's sleep before going queueing so that i could stay there for the whole day after i'd gotten my number

the queue had already started the day before because of a misunderstanding and it being posted on social media, which caused the word to spread and suddenly everyone was getting their numbers and just going away for several hours. can we please just not do this?

i did have a fun time in the queue though! there were a lot of familiar faces but i just got really shy with my english for some reason and felt very awkward not talking, so i hung out with my finns a lot during the day

but everyone i talked to that day like overall was just super nice once again! i met and talked to a few mutuals too!

the first band member we saw was jure, he walked past the queue and we all just said hi to him

jan and nace came to the venue together shortly after. i waved at them and nace waved back :)

i didn't see the other band members come to the venue but we did see the family guštin walk by a couple of times

the ee line worked so well, we formed the number queue ourselves and the crowd management worked really well for us. there were multiple lines formed for every type of ticket, but i heard that the ga line was not as successful

i had already lost my hope for barricade on jan and nace's side with how many people there were in the queue before me, but i literally got the perfect spot on the barricade and didn't even have to run for it!

when we got inside i had already completely forgotten about the soundcheck so i was actually surprised when they came on stage 😅 they played astp and proti toku

roots & wings were fun, they were just trying really hard and that was kinda adorable :)

elle coves was amazing! hadn't listened to her songs at all beforehand but i really enjoyed it!

they played the gola setlist and i do get why it's their favorite one

kris especially was on fire during the gig!! idk if it was because his family was there but he gave his everything on stage

we got the demoni scream!!!

also idk what was in padam that night but bojan was really living it and i really felt it and got literal goosebumps

i remember there being a moment when i was like the jance shippers are gonna eat this one up, but i'm too feverish to remember what it was rn

we had a surprise guest on stage! louie starkey, grandson of ringo starr, came on stage during umazane misli and did his own solo.

a finnish translation of umazane misli was also sung that night by yours truly <3 i have no memory from that moment but i just saw a video of it and bojan showed a thumbs up to the band when i started singing 😂 btw if anyone else has any footage from that moment, i would love to see more!

we were like there's no way they're not gonna play ssol and were kinda shocked that it was not on the setlist, but of course they came to play it as an extra encore

after the gig i stayed at the barricade and kiki came over to give the setlists and i got one <3 that was the first time i'd even tried to get one so i was kinda surprised to get it, but it's now on the wall next to my photos i got printed :)

when we went outside there were a lot of people waiting and bojan did come to greet us quickly and take the picture he posted on instagram

i waited for a while but my feet were hurting so much from standing all day that i called it a day just a bit too early and just went to the hotel

the next day i found out that if i'd literally walked back towards the venue with the others instead of leaving to the hotel i would've met some of them 😅

my next two days were spent exploring london, we went to camden town with a friend i'd met before at a gig but we only got to know each other in london! and on saturday i was on a bus on my way to london and it was a sunny day and suddenly sunny side of london started playing from my playlist and that felt so good

overall it was a very fun experience! i got to meet so many cool people, i saw my favorite band yet again, i sung in finnish at fucking shepherd's bush empire, i basically traveled solo for the first time and it went very well. i'm really glad i decided to go :)

also i joked about getting bovid from the gig when i was feeling kinda stuffy and tired yesterday and today i tested positive with covid 🤠

#joker out #joker out 11.4.2024 #personal #jenny goes to london #i can't really think of anything else anymore #but might update it later

[moonlight-prose]

My thought is simply a pussy drunk Bruce Wayne 🥰 I think it would be good for him (imagine him still with the makeup on too, oof)

◇◆ ── DREAM GIRL EVIL

a/n: okay but i literally couldn't stop myself from not writing this as a drabble. and you had to send THAT gif which just made the whore in me jump out. this is purely filth with a sprinkling, barely a dash, of feelings and i've set it in the blood along the mood universe. it's not edited in the slightest.

word count: 1k+

pairing: bruce wayne x fem!reader

warnings: explicit so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, cussing, angst cause it's emo bruce, oral (f receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, biting, cum eating.

Words would have been good at a time like this. Fuck, they would have better before now, but they were stuck in the back of your throat—trapped as he continued to take you apart piece by piece. You were as much of a puzzle to him as he was to you and this was his time to finally solve you. You were almost embarrassed how quickly he managed to render you incapacitated—the sounds coming from you garbled the longer he kept going.

But there was no room for that small inkling of shame to last. Now when he was practically sucking it out of you.

“Bruce,” you whimpered pathetically, eyes rolling back when he gripped your thighs that hung loosely over his shoulders.

You were a journalist for fucks sake. Words were your life, your career, and somehow they were gone from your repertoire of skills as you were reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess of limbs. His fingers dug into your skin, blunt nails cutting into you, but that spark of pain only added to the sensations. They piled on top of one another, shoving the air out of your lungs as he just kept going.

Heat burned through your veins—the sound of him lapping up your slick audible in your already small bedroom. He was enjoying this. That’s what shoved right to the edge of another orgasm that would no doubt rip the remaining energy from your body. He sucked your clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth against it and watched your back bow off the bed. A cry of his name bouncing off the walls. You weren’t sure how much longer you would last, how much you could take, but if there’s one thing you knew about Bruce Wayne…he was determined.

“I—fuck—I’m going to come,” you stuttered, hands shoving into his already mussed hair.

“Good,” he mumbled. His voice sounded strange…off.

You made the mistake of looking down and found him staring at you, a glazed look in his eyes as he continued his ministrations. The black paint around his striking blue eyes only helped to enhance them even more and for a moment you forgot he was eating you out like you were his last meal. For a moment you were simply staring at the man you loved. Except then you saw it. The subtle move of his arm shifting and you focused entirely on what he was doing—your heart freezing in your chest when the realization dawned on you.

He was fucking his fist as he went down on you.

The sounds of his wet hand wrapped around his cock suddenly became louder the moment you figured it out. Gasping, you felt your walls clench down, suddenly reminded of how empty you were, but his tongue running over your slit—gathering up your slick—left you breathless. You yanked on his hair, falling back onto the bed while your hips rolled forwards until you were practically fucking his face. Only he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he acted like he wouldn’t be able to live until you came into his mouth again.

Groaning, his eyes fluttered shut as he shoved his tongue inside of you, hand working himself over even faster—the need to come building up in both your bodies. He was lost in you; desperate for everything you could give him and more. When it came to Bruce there was always more. After years of depriving himself of touch, turning away from the sensitivity of loving someone, you found that he wouldn’t stop until you said you were done.

“Oh fuck,” you panted, pulling at his hair even harder. “I’m going to—”

He cut you off.

Wrapping his lips around your clit he sucked it into his mouth like candy, eyes focused on you as your legs clamped around his head nearly suffocating him. The building pleasure snapped and you sobbed out something you figured was his name. It was too much. Your nerves were set on fire, vision going white, but he continued to lick at you. Until the bottom half of his face was shiny and slick with your cum. His eyes shut, a broken moan tearing from him, his tongue running from your entrance all to the way to your clit to keep your orgasm going.

It wasn’t until you yanked his head away did he stop.

His hand pumped himself faster, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and you dragged him up your naked body, locking his lips with yours. The taste of you was spread on your tongue as you licked into his mouth. It had a shiver running down your spine the more you kissed him, sucking his tongue into your mouth and biting sharply on his lip.

“Are you going to come for me?” you cooed, eyes fluttering open to see his cock red and leaking over his fist that looked to be covered in…you.

He spread your slick over his cock before touching himself. You felt your swollen clit throb the longer you watched him try to bring himself to completion. Reaching down you cupped his balls, watching his eyes roll back and the vein on his throat stand prominent against his pale skin. He didn’t even take off the suit before he was dragging you to the edge of the bed—his cock pulled out haphazardly.

“Do you want to come?”

He nodded, whining out your name. “Please—”

Squeezing him, his hips bucked into you, the wet sounds of him fucking his fist faster now echoing around you. “Come for me Bruce,” you breathed, sucking his lip into your mouth. “Come on me.”

A broken shout hit your ears as you watched his balls draw up, body tensing, and he finally let go. The warmth of his release hit the soft skin of your belly and you took control when he let go to grip tightly at your hip—pumping his cock rapidly as he spilled over your fist. You’d always say the hottest thing you had the chance to witness in your life was watching Bruce come and this only solidified that statement in your head. He looked ethereal—the broken parts of his walls now falling around him with every stroke of your palm.

“There we go,” you whispered, smiling sweetly at him when his eyes finally opened. “You’re so pretty Wayne.”

His cheeks turned red, eyes shutting when his cock twitched in your palm. “Menace,” he grunted, thrusting his hips one last time.

Laughing, you brought your hand up to your mouth, licking it clean and humming at the taste of him. He watched in disbelief.

“You taste delicious.” Bruce didn’t know how to take compliments. Which only made you layer them on even more, enjoying the sight of his brain short circuiting whenever you got the chance.

Rather than let you continue, he shoved his lips on yours, licking deeply into your mouth and groaning at the taste of both of you combined. Neither of you would get used to it. The dizzying high of being together. But you couldn’t complain. Not when he looked at you like he would happily suffocate between your legs, getting drunk on the taste of you.

#bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne #the batman x reader #the batman smut #the batman x you #the batman x fem!reader #the batman x y/n #the batmn #bruce wayne x reader #my writing

[watermelonsugacry]

OK I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANNA TALK 2 U ABOUT SO HERE IS ME RANTING AND PUTTING QUESTIONS:

I lovehe relationship yn has w the tomlinsons😫 like how she has a secrete handshake with the twins and how lottie is like her little sister and LOUIS IS LITERALLY A DREAM FRIENDSHIP

I have this thing where i like to think that yn was a big fan of paramore, and she also wrote some hits like only exeption (it just screams her and also it reminds me of how she would feel abt harry)

I also see her writing 'girl crush' when harry and taylor were dating and then saling it in 2014 but idk thats just me

And am i the only one who sees a PERFERT friendship between her and jennifer lawrence??

OK NOW I GOT SOME QUESTIONS SO HOPE THEY'RE NOT TOO MUCH

Whats the readers networth? Like i know that shes rich but how rich🤔

On a scale of 1-10 how famous is she? Like comparing to a big celebrity like Beyonce is she just as famous or..?

Whats her favorite colour?

Who is more clingy, harry or her?

Besides harry and louis who is her bestfriend that she hangs out w the most

What are some celebrities that got a crush on her and who has made that public

The weeknd has a song 'the party & after party' and it kind of sounds that hes describing a girl like yn "with your louis v bag, tats on your arms, high heels shoes make you 6 feet tall.." so are there some speculations ab this from the fans?

AND LAST is the reader the teaser in the relationship or does harry like to make fun of her more? ( srry if theres any mistakes)

IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR THIS LOVIE 💚

same!! they're family 🥰

funny enough, i actually picture a lot of paramore's music to be the music that yn would make with her band when she was in high school!

in the 1d!yn universe, she wrote Girl Crush!! (I remember talking about it a while ago on here but I forgot what year she wrote & sold it lol)

I don't know much about jennifer lawrence but thats an interesting pair 👀

I'll base it off of ariana grande's net worth at 240 million. But we all know that no number can amount to her actual worth 💅

I'd say that on a scale of 1-10, she's about an 8. She's a household name and an absolute force to be reckoned with. She's the type of famous that she forgets that she is and she'll record herself reacting to tiktoks lying down in bed, make-up free, and just lose her mind laughing. Or there was another time when she took herself out on a brunch date bc Harry went out to play golf that morning. Two girls approached her table and politely greeted her, said how much they loved her and had tickets to see her show that night. But before they could leave, YN invited them to sit with her and spent the rest of the morning eating and chatting with them.

Her favorite color is lavender 💜

Harry is the more clingy of the two! He's always the one who lays himself on top of her when she's about to get out of bed. When they arrive at the stadium he's going to perform at, her hand is constantly intertwined with his. When she's doing some last-minute rehearsals and sound checks, he's sitting at the edge of the room as he watches her work while still giving her her space. Or when she's in her home studio, he insists that she sits in his lap as she works because he's missed her all day, promising that he won't be a distraction to her (even though he totally is). And don't get it twisted, she can be clingy too sometimes; she's just better at hiding it.

Her other good friends that she hangs out with whenever she can are: Abel (the weeknd), Perrie Edwards, and Alisha Davies (an old friend from Doncaster turned choreographer).

oh my gosh where do I even begin?! There's a couple that initially come to mind: Matt Healy, Alex Turner, and Taron Egerton. For some reason, I can hear Matt say in an interview: "YN YLN is totally fit. Yeah, she's a fucking babe she is."

OOO definitely! Fans from both fan bases had speculated that they might have dated in 2017 (they didn't) bc that's when they hung out in public for the first time. Some people still speculate that Abel might have a crush on her til this day.

I'd say they share the teasing role. She throws playful jabs at him left and right, but she's the one who helped coax out that side of him. While they tease one another behind closed doors ALL the time, their favorite time to make fun of each other is at each other's shows.

#1d!yn asks #harry x 1dbandmember!reader #since 2010 series #1d!yn

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Misdirection

Happy Lowman & Daughter OC Scarlett Lowman

From these August Prompts: Misdirection A/N: Forgot to post yesterday, so here's yesterday's August fic!

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of hospitalization, hurt, broken arm, worry, etc.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

“Scar.” Happy’s voice rarely sounded worried, unsure, or defeated but right now it was a mix of all 3. 

“What’s wrong?” She knew to ask immediately. 

“It’s Lex. She got hurt at the clubhouse.” Now that was a typical Happy response, little information, but just enough detail to have Scarlett’s heart drop to her stomach. 

“What happened? Where is she?” Scarlett was grabbing her keys, eager to get wherever her daughter was. 

“We’re at St. Thomas, Tara’s got her, she’s checking her out.” Happy said that as if that was going to solve everything, like that would make his daughter's anxiety completely disappear. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Dad.” She was now leaving in the middle of her shift at work, no notice, just calling out to one of her server friends that she needed her to cover her tables. 

Scar was going to stay on the phone, pressure Happy for more information but she knew it’d be a waste and just get her worked up more so she hung up. She began speeding down the Charming roads on her way to St. Thomas, cutting through backroads and shortcuts, anything to cut down on the ETA. She didn’t bother parking, she handed the keys to valet and knew she’d make Happy pay for it. 

Before she could make it to the front desk she ran into Jax, literally. 

“Oh shit, my bad, Scar.” Jax steadied her. 

“Where’s my kid, Jax?” Her hands practically threw Jax’s off of hers. 

“Woah, relax, she’s up in pediatrics, Tara’s checkin’ her out.” Jax spoke like it wasn’t a big deal, like he wouldn’t rip down walls and bulldoze over people for his kids. 

“Don’t tell me to fuckin’ relax, Jax. What the fuck happened?”  

“She climbed on top of the playset, jumped down, fucked her arm up. Pretty gnarly jump for a kid her age.” Jax was smiling again like this wasn’t the most serious situation to Scarlett. 

“You saw her?” The rage was about to be pouring out of Scarlett. 

“Yea a group of us were by the garage, when it happened.” Jax was so oblivious to what was happening. 

“None of you said anything? Told the fuckin’ kid to– I don’t know– maybe not do that? Jesus, are you all so far up your own asses? Do you not get what the fuck could of happened, or did happen, I don’t even know because no one is telling me anything!” 

“Hey,” Jax held up his hands and stepped back. “We all called out, Happy was right there telling her not to do it but she didn’t listen, must be a Lowman family trait.” Jax’s eyebrows raised as he referred to Scarlett. “If it was super serious I wouldn’t be here bullshitting with you, I would be up there with everyone else waiting for you. So don’t misdirect your anger on me.” 

“Get out of my way.” Scarlett was pushing past Jax. 

As Scarlett entered the pediatric wing she saw Gemma, Bobby, Tig, and Happy. 

“What room is she in?” Scarlett wasn’t in the mood to have another ‘bullshitthing’ conversation with anyone. 

“201.” Gemma was immediate to answer, understanding what Scar was going through, mother to mother. 

Scarlett was moving quick past the waiting room and down the hall in search of the room so she could find relief or some sort of answers. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her daughter with a bandage wrapped around her arm, her face was stained with tears but currently her face was all smiles. There were so many things floating in Scarlett’s head right now as she stared through the window of the room Lex was in. Her baby was okay, she was hurt, but she was there smiling and okay.  But that guilt was still eating her alive. 

“Hey, she’s alright.” Tara’s voice alerted her to turn around and face the doctor. “Her arm is broken, we’d describe it as an acute fracture, she’ll wear a cast for a month and then a split, but it’ll fully recover, no surgery needed.” 

Scar let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, can I go in and see her?” She was turning her head and already starting to go into the room. 

“We still need a couple more x-rays just so we can see progress as time passes with the cast and splint.” Tara explained hoping that Scarlett would get it. 

“Alright, I’ll wait out with the club, you’ll find me when I can see her?” Scarlett sounded eager. 

“Right away.” Tara smiled and touched the side of Scarlett’s arm before moving into Lex’s room. 

Scar knew standing there and watching from afar would be tortuous so she quickly moved back to the waiting room. For a few moments she stood back, looking at everyone in the room but specifically her father. Happy was nervously standing against the wall where the waiting room began to open up. Nervous was a feature that Happy didn’t show very often. To be fair, he wasn’t showing it too much, but Scarlett clocked it right away. The stoic face had more of a frown to it, and his leg was lightly tapping up and down, he had his eyes focused on one spot on the floor, he was fixated on it probably thinking about all the potential possibilities, all the things that could have happened mixed with the anger that there was nothing to do, no one to blame, no one to fight to get payback unless he was going to punch the play set to pieces. 

Scarlett knew exactly what he was thinking because when she broke her arm when she was just slightly older than Lex, Happy went and threatened the parent of the kid who pushed her off the gym stage. It took 30 minutes of her begging for him not to threaten the child themselves before she negotiated him down to ‘talking’ to the parents. She should have known better, even at that age. 

“She’s gonna be fine.” Scar reached her hand up and touched Happy’s shoulder. 

His gaze immediately broke and turned to his daughter. “Can we see her?” 

“Not yet. Tara’s doing more x-rays, progress shots. She’ll be in a cast for a bit.” Scar’s hand was still resting on her father’s shoulders.  “You’re not mad. I thought you’d be mad.” Happy said now standing up straight and staring down at her. 

“I was mad. You’re lucky I ran into Jax down the hall first, I yelled at him and now I feel better.” She smiled. 

“I told her not to jump.” Happy still had his stoic face on. 

“What can I say, she gets her listening skills from you.” She pushed her hand against his shoulder before letting him go. 

“She gets that daredevil spirit from you.” Happy turned a smirk now. 

“And I wonder where I got that from.” Her eyes rolled and she turned to the other people who had begun approaching. Bobby, Tig, and Gemma. “She’s alright, gonna have a cast, that she’s probably going to ask all of you to sign, so please no inappropriate shit. Or cursing. Or SOA colors or markers please.” Her eyes moved to Tig specifically. “Why are you lookin' at me?” “Because when she asked you to sign her field trip form you signed it with the anarchy A.” Scarlett crossed her arms. Everyone turned to look at Tig as if to ask that was seriously what he did. 

“It makes the A in trager look better, what can I say.” He shrugged. 

Before anyone could answer, a little voice was getting louder from down the hall. 

“Mommy! Mommy!” 

Scarlett turned around and squatted to be eye level with her little girl. “Hey baby!” 

“Look I broke my arm!” She was grinning from ear to ear despite the tears being stained on her face. It was such a Lowman thing to do. “Its pretty cool, right?” 

Scarlett was going to answer, but it truthfully wasn’t the right time to reprimand her, she had been through enough and she’d talk to her at home about listening and making better decisions. “The coolest, but I’m just glad you’re okay. I was scared.” 

“So was Pops.” Lex pointed to Happy. “Pops, look at my cast! They let me draw on it and look I did a smiley like the tattoos you and the one mom has!” She raised her arm to Happy. 

The silence between everyone was very prominent, the tension rose. Some eyes looked over at eachother, some looked at Scarlett to guage her response, guage Happy’s. Tig was the first one to speak with humor in his voice,  a shrug falling off his shoulders and the sentence he spoke earned him a look from everyone.

“Well at least it wasn’t one of us that did something inappropriate.” 

#SOA #Sons of anarchy #SOA fanfic #SOA fanfiction #Happy Lowman #Happy Lowman x OC #Happy Lowman & OC #Happy Lowman Fanfic #Jax Teller #Tig Trager

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The Kings’ Wife

Chapter 6

Clean Up on Aisle Seven 

warnings: mostly language, sexual situations

I want to ruin you beautifully

“Where is Fenrys?” Azriel came downstairs, dressed for the day, in his suit.

Only Ruhn was in the kitchen, his sword strapped to his back, his long hair braided–the man was ready for his day, and whoever was about to cross his path would probably not live to tell the tale.

“I heard him in the morning, very briefly, and after that,” Ruhn shrugged his big shoulders and sipped his coffee.

“Any idea where my wife is?” Azriel rummaged in the cupboard and got a cereal box out.

Ruhn hid a smirk.

The great and fearsome Azriel King, the man who frightened and threatened, sitting at the counter, eating Honey Nut Cheerios with entirely too much milk, in Ruhn’s opinion.

“I am going to hazard a guess that she is with Fenrys,” he said at last, biting into his croissant.

“It’s not even eight in the morning!” Azriel grunted. It was obvious that he didn’t like not seeing Elain at the table, in the kitchen, for breakfast.

“My brother,” Ruhn said pacifically, “once Fenrys is in the game, I think you need to accept that you and I are playing second and third banana respectively,”

“She is my wife,”

“Hmmm,” Ruhn sighed, “but can any wife really be faulted for succumbing to Fenrys’s unrelenting charms? Come on now. Even if you were a wife, you’d be in the same position. He is blond, he is ripped, he is tall, he is hung like a stallion. What do you expect a girl to do?”

“This is not helping,”

“Gonna be honest with you, Az,” Ruhn continued. “That virginity thing that you are gearing to take–it might not be there by the end of the day.”

“Still not helping,” Azriel groaned into his cereal.

“Hey, it’s a Fenrys Moonbeam world and we are all just living in it,”

Having finished his croissant, Ruhn lit a cigarette and added,

“Oh, and,”

“No, I think it’s enough,” Azriel stopped him.

“I am just saying–the English accent,”

“Oh, fuck me,” Azriel moaned dramatically, burying his face in his hands. “Oh god. I forgot. I forgot about the English accent,”

“Honestly, he’s been pretty good at keeping it on the DL,” Ruhn laughed softly. “But I am guessing today is the day he will unleash it on the unsuspecting Elain,”

“Not the English accent!”

“It’s a real panty dropper,” Ruhn kept laughing. “Knickers just melt when the 6”5 English god of sex unveils his London accent. You and I stand literally no chance,”

“Why are you doing this?” Azriel demanded.

“Just preparing you for the inevitable!”

“I know, I know, she is already besotted with him. Who isn’t?”

“All the ladies, many men. He is jolly,”

“He is jolly.”

Azriel nodded and sighed.

“But you know he is going to offer her ‘a cuppa’ and she is going to go all googly eyes over it,”

“Fucking tea,” Azriel thew his bowl into the sink, probably with some unnecessary aggression. “She is Italian, why is she drinking tea?”

“The power of a hot English guy with an English accent. And a cuppa.”

Azriel got up, pulling his tie in a knot with enough strength to strangle an ordinary mortal and then barked,

“Alright, you got work to do. See ya.”

Ruhn grinned and saluted him, saying, “yes boss’.

As Azriel half-stormed out of the house, extremely unusually agitated, Ruhn couldn't help but laugh to himself. His brother definitely didn’t like his wife spending time with Fen.

*

Cassian Anteroga-Rossi was driving a van. A van . Through New York City, feeling and looking like an idiot. Because who actually possessed and drove a van in this city?

But, of course, Fenrys, who always tittered on the edge of reality on a good day, decided to kill someone. Before noon. On a Tuesday. In public.

When Cassian got the call, announcing that clean up was needed on ‘aisle seven’ he knew that’s what it was–a murder, in public. At least no witnesses, as far as he could tell. ‘Clean up on aisle three’ for example, meant that someone was tortured, but still alive, and needed to be dumped somewhere. ‘Aisle five’ meant tortured and killed. ‘Aisle ten’ was a FUBAR type of a situation–murder, in public, with witnesses, perhaps with face recognition. Basically the one situation no one ever wanted to be in. Thankfully, they haven’t gotten to ‘aisle ten’ ever. Or, maybe, yet.

Fenrys texted him the coordinates, and Cassian drove as fast as he could, swearing under his breath, because every minute was a minute too late. Every minute was a minute when Fenrys could be pinched. The problem with Fenrys was that he was wild and difficult to control and whenever he was the one who summoned Cassian to do a clean up job, Cassian’s heart dropped. Because Fenrys was the guy who killed someone with an orange once. As in fruit. He jammed it so hard in the guy’s mouth, he dislocated a jaw and basically suffocated him with citrus. He also killed a fella with an ice cream cone–the sugar kid, with the pointy end–by slamming it into the man’s eye until it lodged into his brain. Really, when it came to fighting and murder, Fenrys was known to utilize everything–food, household items, kitchen utensils, umbrellas, shoes, you name it, he probably used it. Unlike Ruhn, who liked to fight with his fists, those knuckles thick with scars, and trained to break jaws and withstand impacts that would otherwise shatter the hand and break the wrist, Fenrys always found more inventive ways of killing someone. Once he force-fed someone shrimp, knowing that they were allergic to shellfish and watched them die of anaphylactic shock. Azriel was the only ‘normal’ one–he detested touch, especially body fluids from random males who were bleeding or drooling or sweating. So he used knives and machetes and guns. Guns. Like a proper villain.

Yes, Fenrys was an interesting kind of a guy. As Cassian drove through Harlem, he figured that it wasn’t terribly surprising, considering that you couldn’t be normal when you watched your whole family gunned down in front of your eyes, including your little brother and your mom, when you were not yet ten years old. And then ripped away from your country and sent to your dick of an uncle.

Cassian didn’t know what to expect as he pulled up to a small ugly Chinese restaurant that’s seen better days, at least on the outside. Frankly, his favorite Chinese place had no name; they just called it Soho Chinese, you had to enter it from the alley, there were always lines half a mile long and the place had a Michelin star. So who was he to judge? He wouldn’t have even known about the Michelin star, if it hadn’t been for the owner, Harri Feng, dropping a random tidbit of information that the Vanserras were hassling him for payoffs. Well, after that, Cassian set up a little personal recon mission, eventually broke the Vanserra thug’s wrists and sent a warning to leave the restaurant alone. Harri somehow figured it out, but Cass didn’t want any payments or thanks, other than a free order of sticky spicy spareribs with every order.

So, as he stood in front of the interestingly named The Chow of Fun restaurant, he didn’t know what to expect. A restaurant full of bleeding bodies Kill Bill -style? One guy dead, with his face buried in a bowl of noodles? (Remember, Fenrys likes murdering with food) Someone with a meat cleaver protruding from their chest? Ugh, he hoped not a wok or a vat of boiling oil, and someone in it. Cassian had a delicate stomach when it came to burns.

He’d scanned the street around him, but did not notice Fen’s usual rides–fancy or overly Anglicized cars, whether a Mini with a Union Jack or a Bentley.

He entered the restaurant, which was bustling at this time–it was lunch–and looked around for Fenrys, failing to locate him. An old Asian woman came over to him and glancing conspiratorially, asked, “You for Mista Fen?”

“Yeah, I am here for Mister Fen,” he nodded.

She pointed to a side door and whispered, “Mista Fen upstairs”.

Well, there was no Kill Bill massacre that he’d have to clean up, which was a relief. But watching people slurp piping hot noodles in 90-degree heat was another kind of torture. Why people did this to themselves, he couldn’t fathom.

At least Mista Fen seemed to be a regular here. Cass was absolutely certain that Fenrys had made friends with the owners, like he made friends with everyone, and now, he could probably hide out here whenever he wanted.

Slouching, so not to hit his head, he made it up the narrow staircase and opened the door.

Stepping onto a rooftop, which had seating consisting of plastic tables and chairs and some string lights, it was currently completely empty.

Well, not empty.

It had two occupants. Mista Fen and Mrs. Azriel King.

Making out.

No.

This was way, way beyond making out. Cassian stopped in his tracks. He was rarely shocked, having served in the army, having seen people blown up and tortured and raped. This though, he wasn’t prepared for at all.

Elain sat on one of those plastic tables, with Fenrys standing between her legs. Her blue jersey dress was hiked up to her thighs, almost to her stomach, and all Cassian saw was lots of exposed skin. The stretchy dress was pulled down over her tits as well, and they were pale and creamy and pink and absolutely bare, squished within Fenrys’s massive hands. He was kissing her filthily, with tongue and smacking and complete ravenous determination. Like she was the last woman on earth. Like she was his last woman. And she was purring against him, her hand lost in his blond curls, tugging him closer, her long legs wrapped around his thighs.

“We are going to make such damn hot kids, baby pie!” Cassian overheard Fenrys exclaim excitedly.

The announcement did not surprise Elain apparently. She only laughed and started kissing him again.

What the hell was baby pie? A small pie? A pie for babies? Did babies eat pies?

Cassian’s mind ran wild and yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Couldn’t walk away from watching this–this sexy train wreck of a disaster. He thought that Fenrys was crazy before, but truly the man’s lost his mind!

Because Fenrys cupped those lovely full tits and clamped his teeth over the nipples, both at once, and pulled on them, tugging and nipping, and surely hurting her, if it weren't for her wild, desperate moan of pleasure. He sucked and sucked, and licked and chewed, his hand disappearing between her thighs and though Cassian couldn’t see it from this angle, but the explicit slurping sound that her pussy made when Fenrys sunk his finger into her told him enough.

In the middle of NYC, at lunch, on the roof of some decrepit building that now housed a Chinese restaurant, Fenrys Moonbeam was fingering his sister-in-law.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Cassian forgot all about the dead body that he was supposed to have been finding and transporting.

Because this seemed like a massive disaster in the making. Was he terribly surprised that Elain succumbed to the charms of the blond unruly Englishman? No, no he wasn’t. But that Fenrys would do this, right after the wedding? Did he really have a death wish? Because Azriel was not someone who could be toyed and played with like this.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Fenrys grunted, pressing his forehead to hers, his hand going from exploring and cautious to to full on ramming–thrusting hard and deep, the sounds juicy and obscene. Her moans turned into gasping, pathetic whimpers as she swayed against him, her tongue darting out to lick on his.

She looked a wanton, sexy mess and Cassian couldn’t help himself and licked his lips. Elain wasn’t his type, but a naked beauty in the throes of sexual pleasure was a naked beauty. He didn’t know her well–Feyre was a friend, a bohemian oddball, who somehow managed to completely bewitch his wealthy cousin Rhysand. Through her, Cassian had met the other two sisters–Nesta and Elain. Through the grapevine, he’d heard that Elain has been bounced around as a marriageable option for a number of families–the Nolans, the Vanserras, even, rumour had it, the Salvaterre don himself, Lorcan. But she ended up with Azriel. A surprising choice for all parties, though Cassian figured that it was an amicable union. Probably not a love match, but Azriel looked absolutely besotted at the wedding–happier than Cassian’s ever seen him before. And now…this. He couldn’t believe it.

He finally cleared his throat, seeing how Elain finally came. He wasn’t a monster and wasn’t going to leave the woman hanging without reaching her orgasm.

“Cass, you are here!” Fenrys turned his head and smiled. He slowly pulled his hand out of Elain and licked his fingers, giving absolutely no fucks that Cassian was watching them.

“Sorry honey,” he said to Elain, who was putting her tits back into her bra and her dress, still panting, “I was going to have you for lunch, but now, we’ll have to postpone it.” She laughed softly and kissed him on the lips, before waving to Cassian and saying, “Hi Cass!”

Cassian didn’t think that Elain was a psycho, but maybe she was.

She jumped off the table and then came over to him and gave him a hug.

“Thanks for coming!” she said excitedly. “Fen killed Vinny today. Because Vinny was very rude to me. So, where are we disposing of the body?” the big brown eyes glinted with unholy light.

Fenrys wrapped his arm around Elain and pulled her to him.

“Who the hell is Vinny?” Cassian demanded, staring dagger at both of them.

“Doesn’t matter who Vinny is,” Fenrys waved his hand, “we need to,”

At that, Cassian exploded, “What the fuck is going on Fen? Are you out of your mind?!”

Elain grimaced at the display of anger and folded her arms on her chest,

“Cassian,”

“No Elain!” he bellowed. “Are you fucking nuts? What the fuck are you doing? You literally just got married!!” He yelled, waving his arms.

“Do you know what Azriel will do when he finds out?!” he shook his finger at her, “and he will find out. Mark my words!”

“And you! You stupid idiot,” he turned to Fenrys, “you can never keep it zipped up in your pants, can you?”

“It’s trousers to you,” Fenrys corrected him dryly.

“Cassian, it’s okay,” Elain attempted to soothe him, as she lay her hand on his.

“Okay?” he threw his hands up in the air, “okay? What is okay about it, Elain? You are getting fingered in the middle of Manhattan, by your fucking bro-in-law!”

She frowned and  muttered, “okay, rude,”

“Rude? I am rude? You haven’t seen Azriel ‘rude’, you stupid girl,”

“Hey, hey, that’s enough,” Fenrys stepped between the two of them, while Elain turned red and snarled angrily, “fuck you, Cassian! Who the hell do you think you are?!”

“I am not going to allow you to cuckold my cousin!”

“Not allow me?” she yelled, and then in one swift move, snatched Fenrys’s knife that was sheathed at his hip.

“Whoa, whoa!” Fen waved his arms, attempting to calm her down. “He doesn’t meant it, baby,”

“I do fucking mean it!” Cassian grunted savagely. “You have one task and one task only to accomplish, stupid little girl,” he lunged at her, trying to snatch the knife, but he was unsuccessful. In a surprisingly agile move, Elain moved and pulled the knife away from him, almost slicing his hand.

“Elain!” Fenrys barked. “We don’t need any extra DNA out there! You wanna cut him, you do that later on, love,”

“I will cut this misogynistic prick!” she vowed, scowling.

“You listen to me, you little twerp,” Cassian lunged at her again, with renewed vigour, only to be caught on the shoulder by Fen’s iron grip.

“Easy there, big fella,” Fen gritted out. “And quit calling her names!”

“She said I am misogynistic, where I fucking am not !”

Elain’s chin jutted out, but she did not release her knife.

“I am not lying to Az,” Cassian finally stopped trying to reach her and crossed his arms on his chest. “You are to give him a kid. That’s the deal. You are to fulfill the bargain and the family agreement and deliver a King heir,” he jabbed his finger into Fen’s chest. “He is not a King! He is,”

“I am too!” Fenrys laughed. “I’ve been demoted from my throne,”

“Listen you demented Englishman with a perpetual hard-on,”

“Ouch,” but Fenrys was laughing, “that’s quite the pet name, Cass! You know, you are my cousin too,”

“Shut up,”

“Baby, can I please have my knife back,” Fenrys asked, smiling at her. “You’ve got some moves, girl. We’ll have to discuss this later,”

“Are we going to get Vinny?” she finally asked, still glaring at Cassian, though she handed the knife back to Fenrys.

“Yeah, we probably should get Vinny,” Fen agreed, “or he’ll be baked into a pie soon. Also, Cass,” he clapped him on the shoulder, “Az knows. Do you think I’d be the kind of cunt who’d be diddling my sister-in-law behind my brother’s back?”

Cassian stared at them suspiciously.

“It’s an arrangement we have, Cassian ,” Elain spat at last, still seething. “And while the state of my vagina is none of your damn business, I know full well whose child I am supposed to have first. But, we’ve made a decision between the four of us,”

“What decision,”

“We all married babygirl,” Fenrys shrugged and then kissed the top of Elain’s head.

Perplexed, Cassian just stared at them.

“Gotta go, buddy,” Fen snapped his fingers. “Like now, let’s go!”

He headed toward the door, with Elain on his heels, but before she reached it, Cassian caught her by the arm. She whirled at him, ready to strike, but he said,

“Sorry, Elain. And you are in agreement? With this arrangement?”

“Of course!”

Cassian placed his hands on her shoulders and said, “Elain, I apologise for my words. But…they aren’t forcing you, are they?” his brow furrowed and she realised that he was genuinely concerned for her.

Patting his hand, Elain assured him, “No, Cass. It was my decision. No one forced me into anything. I just felt…” she sighed, “a special sort of closeness with  them…like, I wanted to be with them. I, I know it’s unorthodox,”

“Quite,” he grunted.

“But I want it,” she insisted stubbornly. “It’s my life, and I want it to be what I want it to be!”

“I mean, I get it, I guess,”

“You don’t have to get it. You just have to accept it.”

She turned and eased from under his hold and went downstairs, with him following her.

*

They found Vinny’s body by the dumpster, covered with boxes and bags. Cassian backed the van up into the alley, and Elain watched how he opened a secret compartment in the back of the van, and he and Fenrys ably stuffed the body in there. It was obvious that it wasn't their first time doing this.

“Climb in,” Cassian instructed and Elain listened, wordlessly climbing into the front seat, only to be joined by Fenrys on the passenger side. Meanwhile, Cass poured a gallon of bleach all over the spot where Vinny was hidden on the ground, tossed the plastic jug and plastic gloves into the secret compartment and then jumped into the driver seat.

They drove onto the street and smoothly weaved into the traffic.

“Why is there a baby seat in the back?” Elain asked at last, after a good ten minutes of silence. During the time, Cass comfortably navigated the streets, knowing where he was going, and glancing in the mirror once in a while, to make sure they were not being followed.

“If it’s a normal family van with a baby seat in the back, the cops are much less likely to stop it,” he explained, glaring straight ahead, “than if it’s a white rapey murder van,”

“Makes sense,” Elain nodded thoughtfully. She was sucking on an orange lollipop which was making her tongue bright orange.

Then,

“So, where are we going?”

Then,

“What are we gonna do with Vinny?”

“Stop calling him by his name,” Cassian snapped. “It’s weird. It’s just a body. And stop asking so many questions Miss Mafia Princess,”

Elain pouted, while muttering under her breath, “I am a Queen.”

Fenrys barked a laugh and pulled her to kiss her temple. Elain licked on her lolly and then offered it to Fenrys, who latched on it like it was a tit.

Cassian gave them a side glance and then rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

She pulled the lollipop from Fenrys’s lips and swallowed it back.

“Gross,” Cass grumbled.

“You are gross,” she muttered. “Have you even been in a relationship before?”

“Have you?”

“I am in a relationship now. And in relationships, you share, Cassian .”

Fenrys was smiling at the bickering.

“God you are annoying,” she sighed. “I am not putting one good word for you to Nesta,”

At that, Cassian looked quickly at her and asked,

“What about Nesta? What did she say?”

“She didn’t say anything,” Elain continued licking on her pop and Fenrys moaned, “babygirl, quit that. Or I’ll have those lips wrapped around my dick pretty soon,”

“Oh my god, fuck off,” Cassian cried. “Get the hell out of my van. Or stop with your gross sex talk!”

“Cass, are you a virgin?” Elain asked sweetly.

“Are you?”

Then, roughly, he asked, “What did Nes say about me?”

“Nes? Nes ?” Elain almost choked on her lolly.

Fenrys cocked his brow and also wondered, “Nes is it?”

“I just didn't finish pronouncing her name,” Cassian grumbled defensively, flushing.

Elain shrugged and said, cruelly, “you aren’t her type.”

“Excuse me? And what’s wrong with me?”

“You come at Nes with ‘ I’ve travelled 500 miles to give you my seed! I am to breed my sons upon your womb, woman’ ,” Elain said in a deep voice, imitating him, while Fenrys was hollering with laughter next to her, “she’ll probably rip your nuts off.”

“Oh baby, what a visual,” Fenrys shuddered.

“You understand I'd never say that to her, right?” Cassian protested. “I don't have to travel more than like six miles tops to give her my seed,”

“Oh, good to know. So you’ll only say it me?”

“Mother’s tits you got a mouth on you,”

“She does,” Fenrys nodded, smirking meaningfully.

“Don’t need to know the details of your sexual shenanigans,” Cassian waved him off.

*

They drove all the way to Jersey, where Vinny was unceremoniously dumped into an incinerator at some steel plant.

“Should we say something?” Elain proposed.

“Elain, made men don’t always get pretty funerals,” Cassian told her.

“Well, I think we should,”

Cassian sighed and then began, “Our Father who art in Heaven,”

Fenrys interrupted him and quoted,

“ Here's to the bee who stung the bull that got the bull to buckin,

Here's to God for creating Adam and Eve that got the world a fuckin’! ”

Elain elbowed him and sneered, “what the hell kind of a prayer is this?”

“An English one,” he laughed and wrapping her arm around her shoulders said, “let’s go. Az is probably going to send a rescue party!”

*

“Where the hell have you been?”

It was around four in the afternoon by the time they actually made it back.

“Why haven’t you been picking up your phone?” Azriel ranted at them, the moment they stepped into the house. He turned to Elain, looking at her, with both fury and disappointment, “and you? Why aren’t you answering any texts?”

She stared at him, somewhat fed up with men yelling at her today and threw her bag on the floor.

“You took my phone away, Azriel–before the wedding,” she reminded him icily, while behind her, Fenrys was making big wild eyes at Az, trying to bring him down from his irritation, but Azriel didn’t look at him.

Elain added, “I am still waiting to get it back,”

“Oh, well, I,” he began explaining.

“Yeah,” she strolled to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, chugging it. “Well.”

“Where were you?” Azriel repeated his question.

He was dressed informally for once–but in all black. Black jeans, black t-shirt that stretched over his muscular torso, hugging every dent and bulge of his body, and boots.

“Fen killed Vinny and we had to dispose of the body,” Elain said like she was discussing her garden or cucumber sandwiches.

“I am sorry, what?” Azriel turned to her and stared, confusion and shock written on his handsome face.

Elain toed off her booties and then plopped on the sofa, showing him her left hand and wiggling her fingers, “And I got a ring from Fen,”

“What do you mean Fen killed someone?” Azriel’s voice sounded like death.”Were you attacked?”

“No,” Elain shrugged, “but we met with Vinny–well, Fen did, and,”

She wasn’t able to finish her tale, before Azriel flew at Fenrys and his fist connected with the blond man’s jaw. Fenrys, surprisingly, withstood the initial attack, and did not retaliate, allowing Azriel the first, brutal punch. Azriel slammed into Fen like a giant black bat, his massive shoulder pushing into the man’s gut and Fenrys skidded back, though managed the remain on his feet, grabbing Azriel’s waist and shoving him back. But a vicious punch in the kidney had Fenrys wheezing and despite Elain’s frantic shouts, and futile attempts to pull them apart, they went at each other like savages, pounding each other’s faces and bodies, blows landing all over their torsos. They were huge men and in the melee, Elain was knocked down on her ass, whipped across the floor, and slid all the way to the kitchen island, the marble finally breaking her spinning.

“Elain!” both men yelled in unison, while she looked around dazed, rubbing her head.

They crawled towards her, blood trailing them on the floor, trying to get to her first, while pushing and shoving each other.

“Elain are you okay?” Azriel cried out, horrified, “I am sorry, Elain,”

“Auuu,” she moaned, “stop fighting, you idiots!”

That, however, did not have the desired effect and only enraged Azriel further, and he flipped and pounced on Fenrys, renewing his assault.

“You stupid fuck!” he yelled, “you took her on a job?! Are you fucking nuts?”

“He did what? ”

Behind them, Ruhn’s voice boomed, angry and icy. No one even noticed him coming in.

“Noo,” Elain leapt between the charging Ruhn, who was running at them like a linebacker and for a moment, she thought ‘this is how I die’. But he vaulted over the sofa and then pulled the men apart, only to land a blow on Fenrys’s face.

“So what!?” Elain screamed, “we went on a job and it was awesome!”

Bloodied and bruised, Fenrys smiled a happy smile, his teeth red, his dark eyes glaring at her with excitement, despite Ruhn punching him in the gut.

“Awesome? Fucking awesome?” raged Azriel, this time at her. “Do you understand how stupid and dangerous this is? You have no,”

“I was with Fen!”

“I don't care who you were with. You are my fucking wife and you’ll do as I say!” he roared. “Go to your room. NOW!”

“What?” she scrambled to her feet, tears bursting out of her eyes.

“Go to your goddamn room!” he ordered. “Or I’ll drag you there myself!”

“Whoa, Az,” was the last thing Elain heard, Ruhn’s voice sharp and accusatory. “What the hell, man?”

She stormed up the stairs and went to her bedroom, slamming the door.

Downstairs, the ruckus continued, yelling and things crashing.

Elain’s heart pounded in her chest, as she tore off her dress, angrily ripping the straps and stomping on it, as she headed to the bathroom.

Fuck Azriel. Fuck him 10,000 and 3 ways to Sunday. She was enraged, her hands shaking, her breath coming in panicked gasps. The very thing that she feared the most was happening right now, all of three days after the wedding. Her husband was going to imprison her in his house, where she’d stay and do nothing. He’d sell her flower shop, or even worse, would just board it up. She didn’t have a car, didn’t have a phone, she had nowhere to go. She couldn’t even get in touch with Nesta. Feyre was already in this blasted family, so she’d be no use.

He was a damn snake, who slithered into her life with tender promises and compliments, but he was just like all of them.

Imagine! Sending her upstairs, to her room, like she was some insolent child, or an ill-behaved poodle!

As she stepped into the shower, washing off the roller-coaster of a day that she had, she kept muttering to herself in anger. She was his damn wife, just like he said, and yet he treated her like she was a four year-old who ate the birthday cake before candles. And he beat up Fenrys! And Fenrys allowed him to hit him, like he felt guilty.

They didn’t do anything wrong! Not her, and not Fen.

The door to the bathroom opened and just like he did in the morning, Fenrys strolled in. Rather, limped in.

“El, you okay?” he rasped, hobbling to the shower enclosure.

“My god, Fen!” Elain gasped, seeing him all bloodied and bruised, his lip split, his cheek swollen, half of his face covered in a blossoming bruise. She leapt out of the shower and wrapped her arms around him, fussing and not knowing where to touch him, since he kept wincing and grunting.

“That’s all, I am calling the police!” she raged, as she helped him take off his shirt. His torso was aso bruised and an angry red welt crossed his back. “I want him arrested,”

Fenrys laughed, and then moaned, “oww, oww, this is,”

“Assault!” she unbuckled his belt and he smirked, as she pulled the belt and then unzipped his jeans and had him sit down on the edge of the tub, as she squatted and began to pull his boots off. “He should be arrested!”

“El, you are naked,” he noted, rather unoriginally.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she mumbled, “I am cold, wet and naked. And my head smacked on the island and it’s swollen,” she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her sodden head, “feel it! Feel the bump?”

“I feel the bump,” he nodded. “I am sorry,”

“You? Why are you sorry?” she exploded, “he a dickweed and an asshole and a cuntbucket!”

“Cuntbucket, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Is it like a bucket full of cunts? Or a cunt with a buck-,”

“That's not the point!” she snapped. “The point is, he is acting like he is deranged,”

“I think he is very worried about you,” Fen said softly, as she got rid of the boots, tossed them aside and began to drag his jeans down. “I think he,”

“I am sorry, I am sorry–you are defending him?” she demanded, eyes blazing with rage, looking both supremely sexy, with her soft body glistening with water and droplets running down her breasts and hips, and also frighteningly angry.

Fenrys didn’t know where to look. Also, his head swam, because he collided with the wall, when he threw Az off him, and that knocked him out a bit. But he couldn’t help but look because her nipples were delightful, and when a little droplet rolled down her breast and dangled off the plump peak, he lunged unwards, lapping on it like a dog.

“I hate him,” Elain muttered sullenly, as slipped his Calvins down his thighs and then he was naked.

Fenrys cringed, as he got up and then stumbled into the shower. Elain followed him, and he waved his hand, smirking, “You don’t hate him, babygirl,”

“I do too!”

“No you don’t,”

“You have some kind of Stockholm Syndrome,” she argued, taking a loofah and gently sponging him, trying to avoid all his cuts and bumps.

“Haha, well, he didn’t kidnap me,” Fenrys laughed, his injuries and the violent fight apparently having no real effect on his mood or his usual jovial disposition. “And I haven’t fallen in love with him either,”

“Well, neither have I!” she grumbled. “He is a nut,”

“But I do love him,” Fen assured her. “Even if he beat my face in. Maybe I deserved it,”

“No!” she yelled. “You didn’t,”

He put his hands on her hips, pulling her to him and then gently brushing his lips over hers.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have taken you with me…I,”

“Fenrys,” Elain grabbed his chin, squeezing it mercilessly and making him wince. “I felt…alive. Alive. For the first time in a long time! The few other times when I felt the same was when I opened my shop, and when I met,” she swallowed, “you. The three of you.”

“And I don’t want to be a housewife, who sits home and isn’t allowed to think for herself. I’ve agreed–reluctantly, mind you–to Azriel’s and Ruhn’s demands for security. But honestly, he isn’t allowed to react this way every time something is amiss,”

“It was a pretty big deal today, baby,” he argued. “We killed someone,”

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the doorway and Elain flinched, while Fen wrapped his arms around her and soothed her softly, just with his presence alone.

Through the drenched, fogged glass, Elain beheld her husband. His sharp handsome face was dark, no longer angry, but calm and placid. The black hair was slicked back, and he’d changed his shirt. Like Fen, he sported various injuries on his face, a cut on his forearm, a deep gash on his forehead.

He grabbed a towel from the rack and said,

“Fen, wrap your cock and give me a minute of privacy with my wife,”

Elain swallowed, nervous, already exhausted from all the fighting and feeling like she had no fight left in her. Fenrys did not argue, but wrapped a towel around his waist and padded out of the bathroom. Elain sighed and stepped out, wrapping herself in a robe. Azriel folded his arms on his chest and cocked his head, his gaze heavy and unwavering. She’d experienced that gaze before, having seen it at the wedding, when he was not entirely pleased with someone. He didn’t act, but it was unnerving, his stillness and his silence, as if he was wrapped in shadows and darkness.

“I am tired, Azriel,” Elain said honestly, “and I don’t want to argue with you.”

“I want to apologise, Elain,” he said solemnly. “What you saw today–it was not me. I am sorry, but,”

“Oh, and here is the ‘but’,” she sneered.

“Yes, there is a ‘but’,” he said coldly. “I don’t want this happening again,”

“What exactly?” she raised her brow at him, squeezing the water out of her hair.

“You gallivanting with Fenrys and going on jobs,”

“Why?”

The question seemed to take him aback for a moment, and he took a minute to respond.

“It’s…inappropriate,”

“That’s what you came up with?”

“Elain,”

“No, Azriel! You listen to me! I’ve been stifled all my life– by my father, my sister, the circumstances of my birth and my family. I was shopped around like a prized cow for someone to marry. I had no say in who I’d end up with. And as it happens, I am glad that I ended up with you!”

At that, his eyes flashed, a pleased smirk on his beautiful mouth.

“But that happiness won’t last long, if I’d just go from one jail to another. And I don’t want to hate you,”

“I think hate is a strong word,” he countered.

“I think it’s the correct word,” she insisted, sitting on the bed. “I am your wife, not some member of your organization, and not even one of your brothers. I don’t work for you. I don’t serve you,” she reminded him.

“This is not about that,” he was frustrated, threading his fingers through his hair. “It’s dangerous,”

“I know the life we live, I know what’s dangerous,”

“Elain, I said no,” his tone was firm, uncompromising. “You cannot go on jobs. Even,”

“It was the one thing that made me breathe and laugh,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “To experience that freedom…the exhilaration,”

“Fenrys killed someone, Elain!” Azriel snapped. “In front of you! And what would happen if you got caught? Fenrys is a madman–he does parkour! He can jump from a 4th story building and land on his feet, and propel himself over walls and from balcony to balcony. He runs like a fucking antelope! He also fights with fists, and knives, and daggers, and pots and pans and banana peels! There is no stopping him,”

“So,”

“So,” he snapped, “if shit hits the fan, Fen can get away!! You can’t! So, what’s he gonna do?!?! Stay with you obviously. And then I lose a brother and a wife?!?”

“You are exaggerating,” she argued feebly.

“Am I? Jobs go bad! All the time,” he said roughly, “and while I trust my brothers, I am sorry, but I don’t trust you,”

“So, that’s the end of it? You just decided for me,”

He shrugged, “it is what it is. I am the boss and the husband–that’s my decision.”

Elain bit her lip until it hurt, until it was almost blood, but she did not allow herself tears.

Azriel watched her in silence, and there was a tick in his jaw, like he was fighting with himself, but she didn’t help him in any manner. She looked up and pursed her lips and asked coldly,

“Am I still allowed to work in my shop, husband?”

His tongue ran over his teeth, as he attempted to hide his annoyance, but at last, he answered,

“I promised that you would, Elain. And I am a man of my word. You are free to work at your shop.”

“Wow, how generous of you.”

“Elain,” he grunted.

She shrugged and said,

“I thought that I married a knight in shining armour…but I married,”

“Me,” he snarled. “You married me! I never promised to be a knight! You are stuck with what you got. Your life isn’t exactly very difficult there,”

“No,” her tone was icy, “it’s delightful. Now, do take care about destroying furniture in my house. If it is, of course, my house. Or maybe I am just a roommate here, who needs to ask for permission to leave her room…or, order to go to her room,”

“Oh my god!” he threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. “I am done with this conversation!”

“Well, you are the boss and the husband, so I suppose it’s your decision.”

He turned on his heel and stormed to the door. As he ripped it open, he turned around and threw,

“Suppose there is no chance of consummation tonight, is there?”

In response, Elain rolled an invisible lever, and slowly raised her middle finger to him.

“I thought so.”

*

When Azriel came downstairs, it was quiet and music was playing.

“Did you know that dolphins sleep with one eye open?”

He heard Fenrys ask excitedly.

To which Ruhn responded,

“So do I. Maybe I am a dolphin,”

“I went swimming with the dolphins once,” Elain interfered, “and it bit me!”

“A dolphin bit you?” Fenrys gasped.

“Sounds fake, but okay,”

“No, no really, here!”

Azriel supposed she was showing them some kind of evidence on her body–probably a scar.

“Octopuses have one arm that’s a penis!” she announced excitedly.

“Well, I have two arms and a penis,” Fenrys argued reasonably.

“Yeah, but one of your arms isn't a penis, Fen!” Elain argued.

“I can make anything into a penis,” he insisted. “Any appendage I possess can be used for pleasure,”

“Please be quiet,” Ruhn moaned.

Azriel wanted to moan with him.

When he finally made himself known, his brothers looked at him, but Elain pointedly ignored his arrival.

He was surprised to be sure, to see her here, figuring that she’d be pouting and ignoring him and his presence for at least a couple of days. But here she was. Tucked between the two towering men, leaning on Fen’s shoulder. They were looking at someone’s phone–apparently finding useful information like where squid penises were located.

Elain was dressed in her leggings and a tanktop, and a tiara on her head. Where the hell she got a tiara, he wasn’t sure, and why she decided to wear it, but here they were. He didn’t comment, more concerned about the fact that Elain had seen, and probably touched, both of his brothers’ penises by now. He was irritated by the thought. Considering how comfortable she was with Fen in the shower and his monster cock, he figured that she’d acquainted herself with it prior.

The table was set for dinner.

As they made a beeline to it, Ruhn offered, “you can sit on my lap, pretty girl”.

“She is not sitting on your lap,” Azriel gritted through his teeth.

“What did you cook, what did you cook?!” Fenrys asked excitedly. “Also, you totally don't have to cook for us, but if you wanna, do it! Your cooks are delicious!”

“My cooks?” she laughed, doing something at the stove.

“Your cooks and your bakes!”

“Cacio e pepe,” she explained. “With a fried egg!”

“Ohhh, carbtacular dinner!” Fenrys rubbed his hands.

Elain swirled the pasta into a perfect little mound on the plates, topped it with a fried egg and more black pepper and then brought it to the table on a tray. They were already helping themselves to some prosciutto and cheese and sweet baby tomatoes, while Ruhn was pouring everyone wine.

She sat a plate in front of each man and herself, before taking her place at the head of the table.

“What is this?” Fenrys asked curiously, looking at Azriel’s plate.

Everyone’s pasta glistened with a rich cheesy sauce and a luscious fried egg, where as Azriel’s pasta was decidedly more…orange.

Elain glanced at the plate innocently and shrugged,

“Oh, I ran out of cacio. And pepe. And pasta. And eggs,” she popped a piece of cheese in her mouth, while Ruhn was shaking with laughter across from her. “I found this in the cupboard. I believe it’s Kraft mac n’ cheese.”

Azriel remained completely calm and smacked his lips, squaring his shoulders in front of the orange mess on his plate, while Fenrys cut into the egg yolk and it flowed sensually over the spaghetti.

“Well, buon appetito, family!” Azriel raised his glass to them and then tucked his spoon in the quickly congealing slop. “Oh and Elain, thank you for cooking. It looks very appetising.”

He tasted the sweet-bitter-sour creature on his spoon, shuddering a bit, yet smiling gleefully.

“And this is for you,” he passed a phone across the table to her.

Elain knew what he was doing–guilting her for giving him Kraft macaroni, while feeding the rest of them a nice meal. Here was her phone, as promised.

Yet, she only shrugged and took it from him.

“Did you put a tracker in it?” she asked.

“I certainly did,” he smiled savagely.

Yes, Azriel felt that he was persona non grata for the rest of the evening, even as they wound down, went outside to sit by the pool with various libations.

Naturally, Fenrys challenged Elain to a swim-off and after a bit of whining on her part, she raised her arms, and he stepped entirely too close to her, and removed her top, tossing it on the ground. There was something hypnotically sensual about watching him work on a woman’s body, and undress her so languidly, yet so ably. Not a move out of place. A kiss on the shoulder. A peck on the lips. A swipe of his hand down her back. A cup of her bum. All harmonious and perfected, like a sexual symphony. Her bra was next. Then her leggings, along with the undies. Within a few minutes, she was completely naked.

Ruhn’s brilliantly blue eyes hooded as he watched her slender, tempting curves, as she slid into the pool.

“She is fucking sexy,” he groaned under his breath, swirling his drink in his glass.

“That she is,” Azriel agreed. They were lounging side by side, sprawled in their chaises.

He rubbed his chin, watching Elain wrapped around Fenrys’s absurdly muscular form, his arms caging her softness next to him, each bicep almost as big as her head. The two of them paid no heed to the other two men, Elain lost in Fen’s kisses, as the two of them floated on the surface, tangled together.

“Ruhn,” Azriel said thoughtfully, “I want you to teach her how to fight.”

Ruhn wasn’t outwardly surprised by the request, but he looked at his brother, clarifying,

“You run hot and cold with her, Az. What do you want to do?”

After a long pause, the answer was,

“I want to make her happy,” Azriel sighed.

Ruhn nodded.

“I know I can’t control her,” Azriel extended his hand and Ruhn knew what he was asking, and offered him a cigarette. Azriel popped it in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

He’d quit a few years back, but…not entirely.

“And if push comes to shove, I’d rather she be prepared and have some skills.”

“I get you,” Ruhn agreed. “I was going to suggest it myself…once you simmered down,”

“Oh fuck off. Like you approve of him taking her on a job.”

“It’s not about that. It’s about knowing that we can only offer her the skills to take care of herself. Some of our women were too reliant on others and their protection, and we all paid the price.”

Azriel knew that Ruhn was referring to Mor. But that was a conversation for another time.

*

When Elain finally climbed out of the pool, her teeth were chattering and she squealed, wrapping herself in a towel.

Ruhn had gone inside, but Azriel still remained, and as she sprinted towards the house, he caught her hand and stopped her.

“Sleep with me tonight?” he asked quietly, near begging.

“No,” she shook her head and left him.

*

Special thanks to @sakurakittypeach for coming up with Cassian’s last name and to @123moiaussi​ for the fun fact of octopus penis

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hey, (recent) animal heads anon here. somehow the "ask" button i clicked for your blog wasn't the one which said "check my faq" (it was just the envelope icon) & i forgot you had one, so i apologize. i know how annoying it is to have to repeat shit on your faq LOL. i wanted to pop in and drop this link which i found that explains the animal-head thing too and see what you think - i feel like it gave me a good understanding of this topic too & how nuanced it is. thanks :0]

ngl black on dark green was a challenge to read

The article is ok??? It certainly covers some things well, but I think relies too heavily on relating it to Christian imagery when really those should be kept separate because functionally they are very different (also the whole imposing Christian ideas of religion on an Ancient one has caused huge problems in identifying things in the past). It also makes some assumptions that are sort of right and then not at the same time; like Amun's name meaning secret because he is the invisible life giving wind. We think his name might mean 'hidden one', but because it's pre Old Kingdom grammar there are just some things that are lost to us. It's not to do with the wind, though, more to do with him having a secret name (which is sometimes crossed with Ra's story of the same and it all gets mixed up).

It calls Akhenaten a heretic. Ooof, don't do that sort of historical distortion, kids. He's not a Heretic, it's far more complicated than that. Calling him that just makes it sound 'cool', when in reality it was simply a natural progression from his father and grandfather also trending towards the Aten and away from Amun. High Priests of Amun didn't like that because they'd become very powerful, so as soon as he was gone they destroyed everything and got even more powerful. Was Akhenaten a good king, though? Nah

Stuff on animal worship is...misunderstanding the point a little. They don't literally worship cats/dogs/crocodiles/Ibises etc, that's a misnomer. They ritually farmed and sacrificed these animals to the god that looked like them. The Egyptians didn't think that the god's essence existed in these animals and therefore they couldn't eat them, they believed that the gods lived on the same Earth as them but in a separate plane of existence. That means that the dogs that hung around the Necropolis (who were often eating poorly buried dead) were Anubis protecting the dead, but it wouldn't stop them eating one. I've never seen anything in the Egyptian record about not eating certain animals because they're sacred; only not eating pork. The Egyptians didn't eat that much meat anyway because it was expensive.

Misconstrues 'Amun being the breath of life for creatures on earth' as 'gods love the animals', which I can see how that happened if you don't understand the cultural context for a text you're citing. Same with the Negative confessions citation immediately beneath it, and also the Stele of Huy. It's sort of right, but them wildly extrapolating intense meaning when there's just simple explanation.

Oh a mid grey font on dark green background. Cinema sins *ding*

'It’s worth remembering, though, that Ancient Egyptians were not animal loving hippies.' girl what

It talks about how the Egyptians would hunt and eat animals, and then how they'd also sacrifice them so they're not all 'animal and nature loving'. Then in the same breath it talks about 'but humans could be killed in warfare' and 'the boundary between human and animal life wasn't rigid' my 'brother' in what is clearly a very gay Old Kingdom tomb, what the fuck are you on about?

Somehow they're bringing this back to...gods could be anything they wanted to be, and I'm losing my mind. Get to the point, article, get to the point.

I take that back because their point is 'many people are having visions of gods right now and not all of these gods can be real and many are hallucinations and people who have medical conditions' that's frankly ableist and weird, but that's not how the Egyptians saw it. If I was marking this as an essay I would be so mad right now.

Doesn't know the giant serpent (which doesn't have a human head fyi) in the Shipwrecked Sailor is the Sun god Ra, despite trying to convince me the Egyptians saw their gods in many forms. Cinema sins *ding*

Finally gets to the point where the Egyptians viewed their gods as having both human and animal forms. Then starts talking about them as if they're mysterious *ding*

Final rating: Started off strong...went somewhere in the middle. 4/10

[invisibleraven]

taking photographs of each other + Ray/anyone, because obviously

The Orpheum was never where Ray Molina saw himself ending up when he accepted this job. But his boss wanted shots of up and coming bands for the next issue of his music magazine, so Ray got assigned to cover it. He was more of a country fan himself, but he liked some of the new punk stuff he'd been hearing on the radio lately.

Unfortunately the radio didn't prepare him for the shoving crowd of fans thrashing on the floor as he tried to get shots of the bands. He hoped and prayed one out of five was good enough and thanked God he had packed lots of film.

Then the next act was announced; Rose and the Petal Pushers. Ray snickered a little, as it sounded like something straight out of his parents ear of music.

But then a group of gorgeous women entered the stage, clad in leather and vibrant colours, lead by a literal goddess on guitar.

And Raymond Alejandro Molina handed his heart to her the moment she opened her mouth and sang.

He didn't recognize the song, but it was new music night, so he figured it was an original, and he bounced along with it, the energy filling up from his toes. He almost forgot to lift his camera he was so entranced, but then the spotlight moved to shine behind her like a halo, and Ray captured the shot.

Sure, he took lots more photos that night, of Rose and all the other acts, but that first one of her? Was the one.

He found her at the bar later, and though he couldn't tell you which lame line won her over, she laughed and gave him her number regardless.

Later, in his dark room, Ray was proven right and the shot of Rose blew him away-so much so that he didn't sell it to the magazine, instead keeping it hung up on the corkboard in his bedroom. His beauty, his muse. His Rose.

This was fine until she came over one evening, admiring his cozy little place, teasing him over the lack of food in his fridge. Ray rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, I only really know how to make breakfast and spaghetti, sorry."

"I'm good with breakfast, as long as you bring it to me in bed tomorrow," she replied with a wink, and then giggled as she ran off to his room, Ray chasing her, hot on her heels. Then all but crashing into her as she stood, frozen in his doorway.

Staring right at the photo he still had hanging up on his wall.

"Is-is that me?" she asked, pointing with a trembling finger.

"Yes. That was the first shot I took of you, the night we met," Ray admitted. "I couldn't bear to part with it."

"Is this how you see me?" she asked, looking at the photo more closely, then turning to look at him.

"You stunned me that night Rosita. With your beauty, your voice. The cute little scrunch in your nose when you laugh. Your warm heart and fiery temper. This is just... capturing you in a moment. The one where you captured my heart."

Rose looked at him then, a smile oh so slowly growing on her face until she rushed into his arms, kissing him for all that he was worth.

The next morning, Ray awoke to find a Polaroid left on the pillow next to him. It was him, fast asleep, looking rumpled and well loved. It had Rose's spiky print on the bottom.

I see you too.

"Mornin'," she said from the doorway, drowning in one of his few button up shirts, sipping from a steaming mug.

"Thought you wanted breakfast in bed," Ray said, sitting up and grinning at her.

"Come help me make it and we can come back here to eat. Then burn it all off again," she replied with a wink.

Ray laughed and shot out of bed, chasing after her once more. The phot lay forgotten on his pillow until they returned much later-and maybe added a few to it, none of which could see the light of day.

But Ray would keep and treasure each and every one. Even if no photo would ever top that first one. However they all paled in comparison to the real thing.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose #julie and the phantoms

[miamia980198019801]

1.9.23

today was an eventful day. started this morning with realizing i forgot my eyelashes and mirror at home so i left the gym empty to go get them 💀 i was only gone about 15 minutes but still whoops. then cesar came in around 7:15 and i got us lemonade, i got back too late for us to fuck before ralph came in but i gave him kisses. then around 10:30 i came to the back while ralph was up front talking to people. oh my godddddd. we fucked and i literally thought it was his cum but it was all mine, i get so wet and want him so much. he came in my mouth❤️ i love it when he slaps me, he was today and kept whispering “sssshh” cause i was getting loud. he’s so cute. and the end of the shift kind of sucked because i had gone home to get a sweater and he asked me for peanut butter and jelly so i came back and fucking octavio came in right then too. and it got insanely busy like 7 people signing up at once and i did horrible with a secret shopper because i was stressed. stupid ass victor walked by while i was giving the tour, i get annoyed seeing him. i’m glad i canceled our date and don’t talk to him anymore. i got kind of sad bc cesar was helping octavio and idek if he ate the sandwiches i made him. but yeah, after that i went to josh’s house to buy an 8th for me and marissa. he asked if i had time to chat and smoke a joint with him. of course i said yes. we were both just instantly attracted to eachother like always. i asked if i could change my work shirt and turned around in the corner and he came up behind me saying i look so good and my waist is so small. we just kept flirting with eachother and touching eachother and hugging. we went in the garage and i only took one little hit of his joint and i was so so high. too high, because when we came back to his room we were sitting on the floor and i told him how sad i am and how sometimes i don’t eat and how i had a drug problem and that i’m just extremely sad and lonely. but i don’t regret opening up to him. we only had a few minutes to talk before i had to go to marissa’s but he was so nice to me. he said i’m like something out of a dream and that i’m so pretty and “you’re so funny, you’re a really funny person” and just the way that he looks at me and touches me…. i was sitting on top of him and he told me to come closer and he said he wants to break up with genna but can’t find a good reason to. i told him my honest and high truth. that i think he’s extremely special and one of a kind and like somebody in a movie and that he can find love later in life, right now is about being young and having fun and experiences and learning what you like and to love yourself first. i really didn’t wanna leave. i asked if he would be sad if i died and he looked very serious and said yes. he says that things will work themselves out within time. i really really really want to spend more time with him. he said wednesday probably. if me and taylor aren’t friends anymore then i don’t have to feel that awful guilt. i feel sorry for genna but not really because i was seeing him and then she just walked in and started dating him so she should understand the way that he is. i also feel so dominant around him, i wanna smack him into the floor and hurt him in the best ways and tie him up. every time i see him he says “i don’t know why i stopped talking to you” and i told him i want to talk more even if it’s just something funny he saw. i really like him and i would date him or fuck around with him again. he’s very tall and a pretty boy, so very smart and hilarious and unique too. his hair is super long now, another man bun in my life. alex can go fuck his gay little self with his stupid ugly hair and weird lumpy little dick. i hope me and josh hang out wednesday. after that i went to marissa’s and brought her the weed for a late bday present and it was so nice, we hung out for like 2 hours and just caught eachother up on everything and smoked with nicki. she’s a really good friend and she’s had extreme patience with me throughout everything, i need to keep her close. also, i saw mandy moberg after that!

[rainbows-and-whumperflies]

ew i have a dentist appointment tomorrow

#listen i know it's gross but whenever my mental health drops #so does my dental hygene #and my parents are going to know about it #ughhh #you know once i made a chart of things i have to do in the morning #it had all the things i usually forget #brushing my teeth #eating #etc etc #and my dad was HORRIFIED that i forgot to brush my teeth #it literally said that i forgot to eat but he's all hung up on my teeth? #like cmon #i know you don't like me but i am still ur kid #rainbow's shitposts

[barnesbabee]

[P]raise || P.S

[ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ P]

Summary: Everyone gets distracted in class every so often, but not everyone is as lucky to have a hot professor to be distracted by.

Pairing: DILF!Park Seonghwa x female!reader

Words: as many as I fucking want to wtf

Genre: Smut

⚠ alcohol, unprotected sex ⚠

You felt something hit the back of your head and snapped out of your daydream. You looked at the floor to find the tap of a pen you recognized all too well.

"Fuck you whore." You mouthed, as you turned around to throw the item back at your friend.

"Read the note that fell on the ground!" They whispered (rather loudly).

You looked at the ground once more to find a crumpled-up piece of paper. You considered leaving it on the ground, purely to piss them off, but you were afraid it was some stupid shit that would cause a poor cleaning lady a severe trauma, so you picked it up.

If you keep daydreaming about the man you're not passing this class

xoxo

You crumpled it up again and stuffed it in your pocket. Was it that obvious you were eating him up with your eyes? I mean, how could you not, your professor was literally everyone's wet dream: tiny waist, nice ass, wide shoulders, slick jawline, and dark eyes that put anyone in that class into place. God, you wished he'd put you into place.

Your gazes met for a split second while you were imagining all that, and you immediately looked away. Would that make you weird? I mean, he's teaching a class of course you should be looking at him. Would he think you were thinking something weird by averting your gaze?

Before you could keep overthinking, his voice along with chairs being dragged on the floor took your attention.

"Alright everyone I need to pick up my daughter from school a little earlier today so you're dismissed, see you Friday."

He sighed and placed one hand on his hip, as another brushed his hair back.

That was another thing about Park Seonghwa: his daughter. She had visited the university once and all of the students (and teachers) were sad to find he had a daughter because usually, a child came with a partner. But after some pushy (and borderline disrespectful questions) that left the teacher feeling quite uncomfortable and uneasy at the time, the university found out that he wasn't married, had never been married, and was single. When he was younger his girlfriend at the time got pregnant. He was overjoyed, but her not so much... The disagreement over the baby caused a huge fight between the two and the relationship would never be fixed, but he begged her to have the baby and so she did. Afterward, she left him and his daughter and fled to God knows where. By the looks of it, he hadn't been too heartbroken, all he cared to know was that his baby was safe and healthy in his arms.

Of course, the whole 'loving single dad' scenario was another thing that made everyone's hearts melt, especially when he came to the university with her, hand in hand, wearing her sparkly backpack unicorn over one shoulder, whenever there were no classes.

"Would it be so bad to fail this class? I could see him for one more year..." You commented as you and your friend left the class, stealing one last glance at the eye-candy professor.

"You are desperate."

If looks could kill, your friend would be dead on the ground.

"Don't forget we agreed to go out with my partner and his friends tonight." They warned.

You had completely forgotten, and honestly, you wished they had too.

"I totally forgot I had that... thing."

"Ah, ah, ah," they cut you off "you promised you're going. I don't want to go alone and you already said yes, don't cut yourself out now."

You groaned and hung your head low.

"Fine."

You knew they would give you hell for months if you didn't go, so you thought what the hell, might as well get it over with. Their partner and their friends were kind of a pain in the ass when drinking, so you weren't really excited for the night, but you figured the sooner you went, the quicker it'd be over with.

Once you got to your apartment you decided to take a nap, so you'd survive the night. You knew you'd probably end up having to go home by yourself, since your friend and their partner usually got drunk and horny and went back to their place to fuck, so you'd have to stay awake for a long time without drinking much, and that called for a nap.

You woke up with an annoying ringing sound, that you didn't recognize for a long minute, until you remembered: the party. You sat up in panic, having absolutely no clue what time it was. The room was pitch black, except from the light coming from your phone.

"Where the fuck are you? You were supposed to meet us at my house half an hour ago, I swear to God if you're bailing on us-"

You immediately got up and started getting undressed.

"Yeah yeah I know, I'm running a little late, I'll meet you guys there in like, 40 minutes? See you!"

You gave them no time to reply, as you immediately hung up to get ready. You took a quick shower. You had no time to wash your hair, but you wanted to make sure you at least didn't stink. Not that it made any difference though, inside of bars and clubs you went in smelling like vanilla and flowers and came out smelling of sweat and cigarettes.

You did a quick makeup look (to hide the fact that you had just woken up), fixed your hair as best as possible, put on the cute outfit you thought of while trying to sleep, and left the house. The uber got to your place relatively quickly and you were able to meet your friends right on time.

You had mixed feelings about these ambients... You didn't love having to scream over the music to talk to your friends, or bumping into everyone and having a drink spilled on you every so often, or even the smell, which was arguably the worst. However, it was different. It was a little change to your routine that started becoming boring. The loud music allowed you to hang out and be social without actually having to have tiring small talk, the alcohol allowed you to get loose, and the fun and energy that exuded from the place was a good contrast to the same sad, tired faces you saw every day in the halls. There were good and bad sides to going out but you agreed that letting loose once in a while only did you good.

Your friend told their partner to go grab drinks for everybody, while they dragged you to the dancefloor. When the first song came to an end you were handed two drinks. You held up two fingers and mouthed 'two?', confused.

"Yeah! You didn't come to the pre-party at my house, we're all tipsy already gotta catch up! Down one of them!" Your friend yelled in your ear, over the sound of the booming bass.

You shrugged, there were enough men around you that you knew would take care of you, so you downed one of the drinks. Your group cheered and you smiled and raised the empty glass over your head. As you began drinking the other. And then another, and another, until your arms and legs felt like they moved by themselves. You were bumping into people and dancing like you were alone in the room (but you weren't, and you looked like an idiot).

You took a break from your 'dancing' and fanned yourself. Even though your jacket was long gone, it was still warm, so you tied your hair, and told your group you were going to get a drink.

Before making it to the bar, you bumped into someone.

"Shit I'm sorry- oh hello..." Your tone shifted as soon as you saw the man.

Tall, dark, and handsome, with a soft yet intimidating appearance. His eyes and hair were dark, and his outfit stood out from the other people in the room: the man had light skinny jeans, black combat boots, and a black, short-sleeved button-down with white scribbles and a couple of the buttons undone.

Your body was pushed up against his, and he instinctively placed his hand on your lower back when someone bumped into you from the back, and you were able to see his face clearly. His eyes were wide as if he had seen a ghost.

"Do I know you? Your face is familiar..." You asked.

You squinted your eyes to try to recognize the face, but the room was spinning and all you could make out was that he was handsome and you wanted to do him.

"Uh yes, miss I'm-" He took a deep breath and removed his hand from your back, the alcohol clearly boggling his mind as well "I'm your professor, so yes, my face should be familiar."

Your eyes widened, just like his, as you recognized the sharp features.

"Seonghwa!? I mean- Mr. Park? I'm sorry..."

Those words left your mouth but you didn't mean them, and he knew it.

"Well if you are why are you still hanging onto me?"

He looked down, and he meant to look at the way your hands gripped his shirt, but he didn't miss the way your breasts pressed against him, and for the first time that night a blush that wasn't caused by the alcohol crept on his cheeks.

You looked at your own hands and then back up at him.

"You're right, I'm not."

It was your stupid drunken self-talking, and your sober self was in the back of your mind praying that it wouldn't affect your grade. You gripped his shirt tighter and pressed your thigh against his crotch, feeling something grow hard, slowly.

Seonghwa's alcohol-filled head (and dick) were telling him to go ahead, but the one remaining conscious part of him that wanted to keep his job told him he should stop, and so he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away, lightly.

"I'm sorry Miss, I should go."

He left you pouting on the dance floor, and you watched as the perfectly built man headed outside.

Seonghwa took a breath of fresh air and brushed his hair back. The man reached for the pockets of his jeans and took out his cigarettes. He didn't smoke, really, only when he was extremely stressed or alone in a night out, which was the case. He didn't want to be a bad influence on his daughter or have her inhaling second-hand smoke, so he tried to keep it minimal. Although the pressure and stress of being a young teacher and a young single father were fucking with his head. Sometimes he wanted to let loose, be a little irresponsible, do things without having to think about the consequences, you know, normal 25-year-old things, enjoying life and being dumb while you still can. But he had responsibilities, and he knew he couldn't do all the things his friends did, including fucking whatever girl he pleased. Seeing all those women who were around his age in class wasn't the easiest task: Seonghwa was no less of a man than others, and he too had urges, but unlike his friends, he couldn't act on them. That was including you. God the way your outfit hugged your figure and exposed just enough was driving him crazy, but he couldn't. He had to remind himself of it, not for the sake of his job.

The man headed back inside. He knew it was probably a bad idea, however, he didn't want to waste away the money he spent on a nanny by going home early. Seonghwa kept his distance from you, drowning the memories of your body and horny eyes in more alcohol.

But as you both kept drinking, the inevitable happened.

It happened in the hallway to the bathroom, the lights were dim and the music was muffled by the thick door. There were red LED lights on the ceiling, giving the room a sort of erotic vibe, and the second your eyes met your brains were too fogged by the lust to think about any consequences.

Seonghwa grabbed your waist and put you against the wall. He spread your legs by pressing his thigh against your crotch and moving it slightly from time to time. The male moaned into the animalistic kiss as your hands gripped his hair.

The teasing way his thigh moved teasingly annoyed you, and you tried rubbing your crotch against his leg, but he held your hips in place. For the first time, he broke the kiss, and looked at you with eyes dark as ever.

"I'm in charge here, you move when I tell you to." His scary demeanor went away as soon as it came, and he began stroking your cheek "You don't want to be a bad girl, do you?"

"No Sir..."

He gripped your face with his right hand, bringing his free one to spank your ass.

"I'll allow you to call me Seonghwa... Just this once."

The man looked around. The people constantly coming in and out of the bathroom gave them no privacy. Seonghwa tsked, annoyed that at the people around him, but not for one second did the thought of leaving this task behind cross his mind.

"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable, yes?" He asked, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

You simply looked at him, with defenseless eyes, and nodded. And, as he took your hand and got into a cab with the destination being his house, you wondered if you had passed out on the club and this was all a dream. Whether it was or not, you were definitely going to enjoy it.

The professor's house was adorable, small, cozy, very clean, and well decorated, as expected from a man like Seonghwa.

Your heart stopped when you saw a young woman coming down the white wooden stairs of his house.

"Mr. Park you're home ear- oh, you accompanied."

The girl smiled at you, bitterly.

"Yes, Annie thank you so much for tonight, here's uh,-" He shoved his hand on his pocket, hurriedly searching for bills "here's your payment. Have a good night."

The man grabbed your hand and started walking upstairs.

"Sir this is like, at least 50 dollars more than the usual."

"Good night!" He said again, desperately wanting her to fuck off so he could fuck you.

You expected him to get into the bedroom and smash you against the wall, and inside he wanted to do no less, but something stopped him. He lightly closed the door and pressed you against it with his body. His hands played with the skin under your shirt as he kissed your neck.

"I want to fuck you against every single surface on this bedroom and make you scream so loud my neighbors hear, but my kid is sleeping, and as a respectful parent we're gonna have to keep it down, is that okay?" He asked, kissing the spot right below your ear.

You gripped his shirt tight, as he began sucking and biting.

"Yes sir- sorry, Seonghwa..."

He pulled away from your neck and smiled, his dark eyes shining for the first time that night.

"Good girl."

You moaned quietly in his ear as his mouth made its way down your body. He hooked his finger around the hem of your shirt before removing it completely. Your bra was gone as quickly as the shirt, and as his mouth worked around your breasts, his left hand sneakily undid the button and zipper of your pants. You didn't know what to focus on, the way his mouth left sloppy kisses and hickeys on your breasts, or the way his hand slowly made its way inside your panties.

You bit your lip to prevent any sound from coming out of your mouth, but by the way, he moved with such experience, you knew it would be hard. Your hand tangled in his hair once more and tugged on it, causing him to moan against your skin. The sensation of it all just made you want to scream and beg for more, as his fingers sped up the movements on your clit, and the frustration of not being able to do so was building up inside you.

"Shit, please..." You whispered.

Seonghwa ceased all movements, keeping his hand still on your pussy.

"Can't take it anymore princess?" He asked, pausing for a second to see you nod.

His hand moved further into your womanhood, feeling how wet you were. He smirked and placed two fingers by your entrance.

"You're already so wet for me, such a good girl..."

Before you could reply he shoved two fingers in you, slamming his lips against yours in the process to stop you from making any noise. Your moan was muffled by the kiss, and you held his shoulders, trying to keep yourself steady as he fucked you with his fingers at an incredible speed.

He could feel your breathing become faster and the kiss sloppier, and once more he stopped right when you were on edge.

"Why... Why would you do that?" You asked, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

He tilted his head and smirked.

"Cute." He thought, before removing his shirt.

"I just wanted to prepare you for the big finale princess."

The man picked you up and swung you over his shoulder before setting you down on his bed. Somehow he had managed to spank your ass a couple times in the short distance.

You watched as he stripped from his pants, the bulge in his boxer staring right back at you. You couldn't stop staring at how perfect his body was, even when he hovered above you. You ran your hands down his body, making sure that he was indeed real, and Seonghwa licked his lips and smiled shyly, as a small blush rose to his cheeks, a little embarrassed at how obviously you were checking him out.

He grabbed your chin, and gently lifted it up, so he could catch your lips in his. Every time he kissed you it was the most amazing mixture of romantic, passionate, and intense. You had never felt anything like it and you weren't sure you'd ever feel it again, so you just wrapped your arms around him and enjoyed your time with him.

You could feel his hard cock brushing up against you, and your sneaky hand trailed down his body. Your finger hooked around the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down just enough so you could get a hold of his cock. Seonghwa pulled away, to watch the way you collected his precum on your thumb, and put it on your mouth.

Seonghwa simply smiled and stroked your cheek.

"You look so beautiful..."

You blushed at the compliment, and Seonghwa removed your underwear so smoothly you barely realized. He got his cock fully out of his underwear and ran it across your folds, stopping right by your entrance. Seonghwa held your right hip in place with his hand and looked at you before moving. You gripped the sheets and bit your lip in preparation, before nodding.

He entered you and immediately started snapping his hips against yours at a pace your head couldn't fully register. Seonghwa's eyes darted from the way your tits bounced right in front of him, and your pleasure-filled face.

He himself had a hard time keeping down the noise, only letting a few grunts escape through his gritted teeth.

"Shit you're taking me so well- such a good girl for me, aren't you."

You moaned quietly, and Seonghwa's cock twitched inside you at the sound.

"F-fuck yes! I'm a good girl for you- only for you."

He moved both his hands to hold your waist as he slammed into you harder and faster,

"Shit princess I might not last any longer if you keep talking like that."

Whimpers and moans kept slipping out of your pursed lips and eventually your walls tightened around his cock, finally cumming after being edged twice.

"Such a good girl, doing so good for me, shit-" He stopped himself as he pulled out just in time, cumming all over your stomach.

You cheekily took some with your index finger and put it on your mouth, grinning widely as you did you. Seonghwa, although breathless, bent over, smiled, and pressed a small kiss against your lips, playing with your hair in the process.

"You did so well for me, really well princess."

You let those words sink in as he stood up and quietly grabbed a towel from the bathroom. By the time he came back you had already passed out on his bed, so he cleaned you up softly and joined you in your deep sleep.

When you woke up with a dry mouth and pounding headache there wasn't much you could remember, other than a man hovering over you, doing God's work on your body. But the face on your memory was blurred out, and it only came back to you when you looked to your site, to find your teacher cuddled up to you.

You felt proud that you were able to bag him, but you were also horrified by it. You slid out of his grasp slowly, as to not wake him up, and got dressed as quickly as possible so you could leave the house quietly and hope he didn't remember anything, as you still had a semester and a half to go through.

You were pretty successful in your mission: you were able to get dressed, leave the room and go down the stairs without anyone noticing you. That was, until a little adorable voice sounded behind you, just as your hand was on the doorknob.

"Are you my new mommy?"

Her voice was like an alarm, and as soon as she spoke Seonghwa came running out of his room, causing you and him to make the most awkward eye contact ever. You bolted out of his house without saying anything.

You thanked God it was a holiday and you didn't have to go anywhere, because you felt just like you looked: like shit. Your body felt as if it had been beaten up by a group of people, and your head was pounding. Once you got to your bedroom you washed off all of the stickiness and run down makeup with a hot shower and got into bed. You considered ranting about the amazing night you had with your professor to your best friend, but it was a serious thing that could possibly put his job on the line, so you kept your dreamy night to yourself.

You soon fell back into a deep sleep, and before you realized it, it was Friday, and you had a class with Mr. Park. Oh no.

You lowered your head as soon as you stepped into class, earning a couple of confused looks from your peers. You hoped he hadn't seen you arrive, but he had. And today he was especially aware of your presence.

He was very distracted by your presence, and even when you weren't looking at him, he swore he could feel your burning stare on his back, so he just ordered the class to do exercises.

At some point, you forgot about the whole ordeal and you were so focused on your assignment, that when you raised your hand to ask a question you somehow didn't expect him to answer.

Seonghwa was pretty shocked himself, he was sure you didn't want to interact as much as he didn't, but he had to reply nevertheless.

"Yes, miss Y/N?"

You stopped in your tracks and slowly put your hand down.

"Do we give this back to you by the end of the class or should we just file it and hand it over at the end of the semester with the rest of the assignments?" You asked, your eyes never leaving the paper.

"Uh just leave it on my desk."

You pursed your lips and nodded, you didn't want any other exchange with him but he was still your professor and you didn't was to be rude.

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome prince- Y/N." He caught himself before he finished the sentence, but the slip up caused you to look up at him.

You made eye contact, and both of your rosy cheeks confirmed that you both vividly remembered the previous night.

The rest of the class felt very tense, and it was the longest two hours of your life. After the time had passed, the man dismissed the whole class, with one exception.

"Miss Y/N would you stay back please?"

After everyone left the class, you approached the professor. The cutthroat tension was making you uncomfortable, and you could tell he would have avoided the encounter if he could.

Seonghwa placed one of his hands on his hip, and the other ran through his hair as he sighed. You fiddled with your hands nervously, waiting for him to say something.

"Y/N, about the other night... It was a mistake."

Your shyness passed as quickly as your anger came. You couldn't believe your ears, you couldn't believe this man used the most cliché excuse with you. And on top of that, saying it was a mistake. A mistake! As if the sex hadn't even been good!

"Are you serious? You can say whatever you want right now, you can say we can't do it again, or that we shouldn't do it again or whatever the hell you want but out of the few things I remember from that night your face and the noises you made were some of them and that weren't the noises of someone making a mistake. So don't you stand there and make it seem like you didn't have a good time, 'cause I know damn well you did. I know the consequences of what we did and I get it that we can't continue but don't bullshit me, and don't lie to yourself."

You finished your sentence, looking him in the eye angrily and with your arms crossed in front of his chest.

This bratty behaviour of yours just made him want to bend you over the desk and discipline you back into that good girl he had on his hands the other night.

His eyes turned back into that dark colour they had when you hooked up, and you swear he could eat you alive.

"You're right. It wasn't a mistake and I could, and would, take you on that bed again every day of the week but I don't want to risk my job over booty calls. I have a kid to take care of and that depends on this job."

There was a small silence, both of you got what you needed off of your chest and suddenly the aura wasn't as tense.

"Well," You started, sighing "if you ever need someone to fuck, you know where to find me."

You smiled at him, before starting to walk out, but just as you hand touched the doorknob, you felt a familiar pair of hands hold your waist, and his breath fanning your neck. His hard-on pressed against your ass, and you teased him by wiggling your behind. He groaned in your ear and kissed your neck.

"Maybe just one last time."

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[meetmymouth]

ooh I think #7 and #17 from the blurb list would fit very well together! if you want!

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#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

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[butterflyyeo]

drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

————————

ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

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[dreamerstreamer]

Slip Up

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: One literal slip up leads to another and, well—it isn’t pretty.

Warning: includes depictions of anxiety as a result of exposure

Word Count: 5.0k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted something about a secret relationship! i hope you enjoy! on a more serious note though, don’t harass your creators and the people they care about. seriously, don’t.

With one last click, Clay let out a sigh, grabbing his headphones and setting them down on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the still clip on his monitor with a hint of a frown tugging at his lips.

After two long hours, he was officially tired of listening to George’s screams ringing through his ears. Sure, they were funny in the heat of the moment when he was recording, but having to listen to the same screams on loop while editing?

He shivered.

No thanks. He needed a break.

Grabbing his phone, he pushed open the door to his studio and headed for the stairs. I wonder where [Y/N] is, he thought to himself as he climbed the basement stairs two at a time. It’s been a while since I last caught a glimpse of her.

Surfacing on the first floor, he stuck his head into the living room, glancing around for a brief moment only to deduce that you weren’t there. With a huff, he spun on his heel. If she’s not there, he thought, his strides confident and full of purpose, then she’s definitely in—

He stepped into the kitchen, his gaze landing on your figure half-tucked behind the open fridge door almost instantaneously. He smiled. Bingo.

Slowly, he crept forward, slipping around the kitchen island to silently walk up to you. Before you even noticed he was there, he leaned down next to your ear and whispered.

“Boo.”

Letting out a sharp yell, you whirled, your wide eyes practically drowning in the amusement filling Clay’s emerald gaze as he let out a long wheezing laugh. “Clay!” you gasped, holding a hand over your heart. “You scared me, oh my god.”

His wheezing only grew louder in volume as he slapped his knee, still cackling at your distraught expression. Puffing your cheeks in a pout, you turned your back to him, staring back into the fridge. “Meanie.”

Struggling to regain his breath, Clay leaned in to wrap his arms around your waist in a hug from behind. You could feel his chest shaking against your back with laughter, beginning to slowly die down with each passing second. A moment later, he dipped his head down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Sorry,” he hummed. “I just thought it’d be funny to make you jump.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “I was right. It was.”

“Not for me,” you grumbled, and he let out the tiniest of wheezes next to your ear. 

“Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, kissing your neck. “How are you doing? I haven’t seen you all morning.”

You relaxed into his warm touch, melting into the feeling of his soft lips on your skin. Sending him a tired smile, you closed the fridge door and focused your attention onto him. “I’m alright, but I’m feeling kind of tired,” you admitted. “You get kind of sick of working on an assignment after the third, you know?”

He snuggled closer to you, smiling into your neck. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t know, but I understand your point.”

You rolled your eyes at him, leaning back into his figure. “Right, I forgot that you didn’t go to college, Mr. Streamer.”

Clay laughed at your words. “You’re just that much smarter than me, then.” He poked at your cheek affectionately. as he cooed, “Look at you, my super smart college student girlfriend.”

You turned in his arms to face him, frowning at him. “Clay, you say that like you aren’t considered to be one of the best, if not the best Minecraft player in the world. Give yourself some more credit.”

He brushed a stray hair away from your face, his gaze fond as he held you a little closer. “Okay, but only because you told me to.”

You snorted, sinking deeper into his arms. “If your followers could see you now, I’m sure they’d be spamming ‘simp’ in chat.”

He chuckled. “They already do that whenever I hang out with George—I can’t even imagine to what extent it would increase if they knew about you.”

You offered him a smile, but it felt forced. The question had been swirling in the back of your mind for a little while now, and it was just sitting on the tip of your tongue, now. You had to ask now, or it would devour you alive.

“Hey, um, Clay,” you said, your tone shifting as you fidgeted slightly in his embrace. “Do you—do you think we’ll ever tell people and your fans about, well—” You gestured to the space between the two of you. “—about us?”

He paused for a moment, then let out a soft breath. “I want to,” he said. “Oh man, you don’t know just how badly I want to share you with the whole world and show them you’re mine.” You felt your cheeks grow warm, your lips instinctively curling up at his words.

“But I don’t think they’re ready for that just yet,” he added in a wistful tone. He pulled back, sending you a crooked smile. “How about we cross that bridge when we get there? I know that when we do get around to it, they’re gonna love you as much as I do, I promise.”

You bobbed your head, feeling the anxiety in your gut disintegrate. “Okay. Thanks, Clay.”

He reached up to ruffle your hair, cooing at the small whine you let out. “Anything for you.”

Knocking his hand off your head, you grinned at him. “On another note, what have you been up to? Instead of sleeping in late, of course, you lucky butt.”

He swayed back and forth, bringing you along with him. “I spent a lot of time editing some videos that are still in the works. I’m gonna be streaming for a few hours in a bit, though. If you need anything, you know where you can find me.” He grabbed your hand in his, fiddling with your fingers with a slight squeeze. “Are you still gonna be working on your assignment later, or will I be allowed to bother you?”

Your mouth twitched at his pouty tone, and you squeezed his hand back. “I actually might go out to the grocery store. Patches’s cat food is on sale, so I might stock up on that, and I kind of wanted some snacks for studying. Was there anything you wanted while I was gone?”

He hummed, thinking for a moment. “Not really, to be honest.” Slipping his hand into yours, he began leading you to the front of the house. “Here, let me see you off.”

You felt your heart swell with love as he handed you your bag from where it hung on the coat rack while you laced up your shoes. Clay was always so attentive to you and your needs, never failing to make sure you had everything you needed at the drop of a hat. You were really too lucky to have him.

“Do you have your mask?” he asked when you stood up.

With a nod, you fished it out from your pocket, waving it in your hands. “Mhm.”

He smiled. “Awesome.” Opening his arms, he pulled you in for one last hug, inhaling the scent of your flowery shampoo before swinging the door open and watching you step outside, car keys in hand.

“I’ll be back soon!” you cried, waving to him from the driveway.

He waved back, leaning against the doorframe. “See you!” he called back. “Take care out there.”

“I will!”

His viridian gaze trailed after you and your car as you sped off down the road, knowing all too well exactly which radio station you had inevitably turned on. Well, no matter. He supposed it was time to stream, now. Locking the door behind him, Clay strode down to the basement, sliding into his desk chair with his hand on his mouse. Slipping his headphones over his head, he rolled his shoulders and opened up Twitch. 

Taking one last deep breath, he grinned and pressed the ‘start streaming’ button. 

“Hey, guys!”

You grunted as you pushed the front door open, sliding your shoes off as you heaved the last sack of cat food onto the ground with a loud thud. 

And that’s all three. Finally.

Pushing the door closed using your foot, you placed your hands on your hood in determination.

Now, to get them downstairs.

You grimaced, glaring down at the offending bags. This was going to sooo much fun.

Some things never ceased to amaze you. Like how smart Clay was, even as dorky as he could be. Like how fast he blown up. Like how much you loved him.

And like how much cat food Patches managed to eat without getting fat.

Seriously, you thought to yourself with a grumble, how does she still look the same even though she goes through a whole bag of cat food in like... two weeks? It’s just not fair.

“I wish I had your metabolism,” you muttered, shooting a glare at the feline in question.  “You suck.”

Patches was perched on the stair railings a few feet away from you, grooming her paws. The moment you spoke her name, she lifted her head to look at you, her ears flicking. You stared at each other for a few seconds before she let out a soft meow, jumping down to rub against your leg.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” you murmured to yourself, your heart swelling in your chest at the feeling of her nuzzling her small head against your calf. “I could never hate you. You’re too cute.”

You turned your attention back to the three sacks of cat food you now had in your possession. Patches’s domain mostly consisted of the basement, where you kept her toys and costumes. Consequently, that’s where the cat food was also stored, albeit out of sight so that Patches wouldn’t get any ideas. Like her owner, she had a penchant for mischief, but you loved them both anyways.

The main problem here was getting the cat food down the stairs. 

I’m a strong independent woman, you thought to yourself with a small smile. Also, Clay is streaming, so I can’t ask him for help even if I wanted to. Bending over, you hoisted the first sack into your arms. That’s okay, though. A few stairs can’t stop me.

Taking a deep breath, you trudged toward the basement, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time down. The last thing you wanted was to trip while carrying the cat food of all things.

Unfortunately, it seemed that you jinxed yourself.

Everything went fine for the first two bags, each sack having safely made their way onto their proper spot on their designated cabinet shelf. Each time you tread down the stairs, you would take a quick peek over at Clay’s recording studio, smiling to see him amicably chatting with his viewers while completing another speedrun. With a smile on your face, you climbed the stairs once more to come face to face with your final obstacle.

You grinned despite your arms aching from having done so much heavy lifting. Last bag. Let’s go.

Rolling up your sleeves, you began the same process you had been running with for the past two trips: pick up the bag and head down the stairs, making sure to step carefully. 

What you hadn’t accounted for, though, was Patches’s presence.

You were just about halfway down the stairs when Patches darted in front of you. With a soft yelp, you stepped back to avoid her, letting her bounce down the stairs ahead of you. A brief breath of relief escaped your lips, but it was short lived. 

Just then, your sock’s grip on the floor gave out, and you felt gravity wrap a hand around your ankle.

Oh, crap.

A shout tore its way out of your throat as as you tumbled forward, landing on the ground with a resounding crash. Beside you, the bag of cat food smacked into the wall and landed with a loud crunch. 

That can’t be good, you vaguely thought, your mind fogged up by a cloud of pain.

Just a few rooms over, Clay froze mid-stream, his mouse coming to a halt as his entire body went stiff. Without even thinking to mute himself, he tore his headphones off his head, your name flying from his lips in a flurry of worry as he rushed out the room.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N], are you okay?”

On the ground, you winced, pain shooting up your side as you pulled yourself forward. In an instant, Clay was on the ground by your side—one hand on the small of your back helping you sit up, the other brushing your hair away from your face.

“[Y/N],” he breathed, panic seeping into his face as his eyes scanned every inch of your face for harm, “are you good?” You nodded, but it did nothing to ease the worry in his expression. “Tell—tell me.” He held three fingers in front of your face. “How many fi—”

“Three,” you replied immediately. You offered a pained smile, stifling another wince as you did so. 

He leaned in closer to your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “How badly are you hurt?”

You shifted your spine, trying to gauge the pain. The ache was dull at most, minimal at best. “Only a little.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, his breathing ragged. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a small sigh, sending him a reassuring smile. You appreciated his protectiveness, you really did, but sometimes he really did go the extra mile. “Clay,” you said softly, “I’m okay, really. I promise I’m okay. I just tripped and fell.” Then you glanced behind him, letting out a deeper sigh. “The cat food, on the other hand? Not so much.”

The bag must have ripped open when it fell, its own weight having collapsed on itself and tearing a hole right through the bottom. The individual pellets of cat food where strewn all across the floor, littering the ground like pebbles. And of course, Patches was already starting to nibble away. Pesky girl.

Clay stood up, reaching a hand out toward you. “Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

You took his hand, shaking your head as he pulled you to your feet. “No, no. You should get back to your stream.” Your brows knit together. “I interrupted it, didn’t it? Your followers will be waiting for you. You should go back.”

He shook his head, his expression resolute. “Contrary to popular belief, [Y/N],” he said, “you’re more important to me than just one stream. I’ll probably just end it when I’m done here, anyway.” He squeezed your hand, his gaze kind. “Let me help you. Please.”

With your heart fluttering in your chest, you squeezed it back. 

“Okay.”

Clay grabbed the two of you a dustpan as you began to clean up the mess of cat food you had made on the floor. You whined about how you just wasted a sale by tripping down the stairs while he poked fun at your frustration, passing you Patches with the request of keeping her away from the food as he swept. In practically no time, you had nearly forgotten what had transpired at all, just happy to spend some time with your wonderful boyfriend next to you.

If only you knew just how much your little fall was going to blow up in your face.

You ran your tongue over your chapped lips, your gaze focused on your laptop screen as your mouse finally hit the submit button. Letting out a sigh, you finally let the stress seep out of your body as a small smile overtook your features.

Finally handed it in. Now, you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

With a groan, you stretched your arms out above you, cracking your back. You’d been working away for a couple of hours now, but at long last, you were free for the weekend. Humming to yourself, you picked up your phone. You had set it to ‘do not disturb’ a while back, since it hadn’t stopped vibrating at one point. You hadn’t bothered to check why at the time, but you supposed you could spare some time for yourself before dinner.

Swiping your phone open, your thumb instinctively tapped on Twitter, a blue glow enveloping your screen before fading to dark. You hummed as you opened up the trending page, curiosity pawing at your backside. You had your bets on some trend going viral, but knowing the internet, it was probably some weird, random crap.

There were a handful of political memes topping the charts, as well as a #TGIF. You stifled a laugh as you scrolled a bit lower. Twitter sure was a weird place.

That was when a tag caught your eye.

#DreamExplain

Your thumb stopped, hovering over the screen. What? Explain what, exactly?

Then there—just few lines below that.

#WhoIs[Y/N]?

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest.

That was your name. 

Trending. On Twitter.

Panic shot through your veins.

What the actual hell happened?

With a heavy feeling of disbelief sinking its claws into you, you tapped on your name, watching as hundreds of tweets shot past your eyes.

Who’s [Y/N] and how can I be her

dream explain?! oh mygood what was that !!!!

is [Y/N] Dream’s girlfriend or something

um ??? dream said the name [Y/N] on stream today then went afk for like 20 mins ??? then the stream just ended ???wtf ???

what’s @georgenotfound gonna do omggg nooo!!! his boyfriend!!!!!!

You felt sick to your stomach.

Oh god.

They knew who you were.

You wanted to throw up.

Stumbling to your feet, you made your way toward the kitchen where you knew you would find Clay, your phone clutched in a death grip between your fingers. 

“C-Clay?”

He turned from where he was leaning against the counter, a smile lighting up his face at the sound of your voice. “Hey!” The moment his eyes landed on your face, his smile vanished. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Have—” You swallowed, your palms beginning to sweat. “Have you checked Twitter recently?”

“Nope,” he hummed, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “What’s trending this time? Did some politician say something or—”

“I am,” you said ever so softly.

He froze, his phone going slack in his hand. “What?”

You glanced up from your feet. “I’m trending, Clay.”

A beat of silence. “What?!” he repeated, louder this time.

You felt an odd sense of weightlessness sinking onto your shoulders, and you felt yourself begin to ramble. “Crazy, right? Little old me, trending? Wild. Insane. Like, just wow.” 

With each new phrase that leapt from your lips, Clay’s brows furrowed further. You could see the wheels in his head turning at full speed. Then, they stopped, and realization set in. Then came the horror.

Oh, dear god.

“[Y/N],” he whispered, taking a step toward you, “oh my god.”

“You’re also trending, by the way,” you continued, barreling ahead as your hands began wildly gesturing. You swallowed down the panic rising up your throat at full throttle. “It’s a shame that I’m not higher than you, but I guess we can’t win them all.”

“[Y/N],” he said again, “this is serious.”

You nodded, your expression still blank. “Oh, I know. I’m—”

Something in you snapped.

You sucked in a ragged breath. “Yeah, I’m—”

And out came the waterworks.

You collapsed to the ground, the sobs escaping your throat in uneven bursts. Clay’s arms were around you before you knew it, his hand cradling your head for the second time that day.

“Clay, Clay, Clay,” you choked out, your entire being dissolving into him. “Clay, they know who I am. They heard you.”

His grip tightened on you, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. You sobbed harder, your tears soaking into his hoodie.

There was nowhere left to hide.

You hadn’t touched your phone in days. It hardly took more than a few minutes for your Twitter feed to have absolutely blown up with messages about you. Some positive, some negative, some neutral. While you appreciated the kind ones, you only had to read a handful of the not-so-kind ones for you to turn off your phone and hide it in a drawer. It wasn’t like you were going to even use it properly, what with its cracked screen.

The more time passed, the more acutely aware of the public’s knowledge of you became.

Your name was everywhere, supposed drawings of you were everywhere, you—you were everywhere.

You felt like you were suffocating in your own skin.

Clay knew that the slip up had been rough on you, and he didn’t blame you one bit. He had asked you what you needed, if you wanted him to take a few days off to spend more time with you. You had declined, sending him a tired smile.

“I... I think I just need some time to myself to think things over.”

He didn’t push you anymore than that, instead holding you close and pressing his lips to your cheek. For the next couple days, he vanished off of social media—no tweets, no streams, no videos. Nothing. While you busied yourself with class work, he focused on editing and planning ahead for the future. You both knew you were stalling, but right now, you just needed time.

A knock came from your door, a soft voice following just after.

“[Y/N]?”

You rolled over on the bed you shared, your eyes flickering up to see Clay standing in the doorway. The book you had brought in with you laid untouched on the nightstand next to you. You haven’t been able to properly bring yourself to enjoy something without thoughts of doubt seeping into your head.

What do they think of me? Do they like me? Will they approve of our relationship? 

You were terrified out of your mind.

Clay approached the bed when he saw you move, gently sitting down next to you. “Are you doing any better?” 

He patted the space on his leg, and you twisted your body to settle your head on his lap. “Sort of,” you murmured.

A moment passed as he took in your words. “Have you eaten?”

You nodded, your head just barely moving. “Yeah. Ate some leftover pasta.”

You fell quiet once more, simply listening to the sound of his breaths next to yours. Despite having been hearing next to nothing but silence for days now, you felt better knowing he was next to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, grabbing your attention once more. You turned your head towards him, his hand stroking your hair. His emerald eyes bore into yours, focused and sad. “Tell me what’s on your mind. You seem so distant, right now.”

Your gaze trailed up to the ceiling as you opened your mouth, trying to connect the mess of thoughts in your head into coherent sentences. “It’s just all so overwhelming,” you admitted. “All they know about me is my name and that I fell down the stairs, but it already feels like it’s way too much. I didn’t even spend that much time scrolling online, and I already know that there are more than just a few people freaking out.”

You looked up at him, your sad gaze mirroring his. “I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to have everyone begging you for a face reveal.” 

The sadness in his eyes only seemed to grow deeper, and you felt something warm and watery wrap around your heart. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, pressing a hand over his eyes. “I should have muted myself. I shouldn’t have been so reckless. I just moved without thinking and—”

You pulled yourself upwards, turning to sit face to face with him. “Clay, don’t say that.” You reached out to grab him arm, pulling it away from his face. His gaze was watery, and you wished you never had to see him with that expression. “It’s not your fault, not at all. When you heard me fall, you thought of me right away, and I appreciate that.” You held his big hand in between your smaller ones, interlocking your fingers. “That just shows you care for me. Please don’t beat yourself up over what happened.” You offered him a timid smile. “I know that I’m not taking this all too well either, but we’re in this together, right?”

His lips twitched to mirror yours, but his tone was still tinged with a low sadness. “I know, it’s just... I hate seeing you like this, like you can’t live your life normally anymore because of me.”

Your hand reached up to stroke his cheek. “Hey, it’s alright,” you crooned. “Remember, they only know my first name—not even my last name—and that I tripped. They don’t know what I look like.” Your lips twitched. “Heck, they don’t even know what I sound like. I think I’ll be able to live my life just fine. It’s just a little bit... much to begin with.” You shot him a goofy smile. “I might have to use Twitter less, but you know my screen time usage is way too high anyway.”

A chuckle slipped from his lips, his eyes curving into two crescent moons. You felt your expression shift to mirror his almost naturally, but then the smile slowly crept off your face. “And, um, Clay,” you added, fidgeting slightly.

“Yeah?”

“These past two days, I gave what happened some more thought,” you began, “and I think...” You gulped. I think I want to introduce myself.”

His eyes widened, and suddenly his hands were on your face, his gaze focused intently on your face. “Are you positive?” he breathed. “You know you don’t have to do this, [Y/N].”

You nodded, feeling your resolve harden like a stone in your heart. “I know.” You offered him a bold smile. “It’s scary and kind of hard to think about, but I don’t want to leave everyone in the dark. I want to be by your side through thick and thin, no matter what.”

He paused, then pulled his hands away from your face. That sadness in his eyes had returned, and you felt your heart crack at the sight. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said quietly, almost remorsefully. “I know that being with me is already a huge commitment, and this is just taking another huge step...”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “Clay,” you said, staring down at your knee. “I’ve been here with you from the beginning, and I’ll be here until the end. I’m here with you for the long haul, okay?” You raised your head, shooting him a wicked grin. “You won’t be getting rid of me too easily.”

Just like that, his smile was back. “Oh, alright. Only because I love you so much, though.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair with a weary grin. “Well, if there’s anything that I’m sure is going to happen,” he said, “it’s that my fans are definitely going to call me a ‘simp’ even more than they already do.”

You flashed him a teasing smile. “Are they wrong, though?”

His eyes crinkled at the corners.

“No, they’re not.”

Swallowing, you stared long and hard at the microphone sitting in front of you.

You can do this.

“Are you ready?”

You sucked in a deep breath, feeling your hands shake in your lap.

“I—I think so.”

Clay pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his left arm wrapping itself around your waist to pull you closer on his lap. With his right, he reached for the mouse. On his screen, he had his stream loaded up, with only a single mouse click standing between you and tens of thousands of viewers.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him. With a small smile, he dipped his head down to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling back. Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against yours lovingly.

“You know, this is only about half as stressful as when I met your family,” you joked.

He snorted, the rumbling of his chest running along your back and into your thumping heart. “And they loved you just as much as I do. Once the rest of the world meets you,” he murmured just for you to hear, “they’re going to love you just the same. I swear it.”

You let your eyelids flutter shut, breathing in his scent of fresh linen and citrus. “I hope so.”

He shot you a cheeky wink. “Oh, I know so.”

You rolled your eyes at him, turning around to look at his monitor once more. “Cheese ball.” You didn’t have to turn to know that he was still grinning. Snuggling further back into his chest, you said, “Let’s start the stream, yeah?”

With a nod, he clicked the ‘start streaming’ button. Almost instantaneously, thousands of people joined the stream. You briefly glanced at the chat and felt yourself stiffen when you caught a brief glimpse of your name. Almost immediately, Clay’s hand was on yours, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb while you relaxed once more.

Sending you one last loving glance, he leaned towards his mic and began to speak. “Hey, guys! I know it’s been a little while since I last did a stream, and I know you guys have some questions. But first, there’s someone I want you guys to meet.”

His gaze flickered to you, and he gestured toward the mic. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up your courage and leaned forward. 

“Hi there. My name is [Y/N].”

You felt his hand squeeze yours. 

With a smile and a deep breath, you squeezed back.

“And I’m Dream’s girlfriend.”

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[bluesora]

celebrating mother’s day with you

tsukishima kei ; sugawara kōshi ; oikawa torū ; kita shinsuke

headcanon ; fluff ; age up ; snippets of cuteness ; parenthood ; special edition — mother’s day

note: i’m not sure if i portrayed each characterization well but i just thought it’ll be fun to write one. after all, i was blessed to be born with loving parents and i just wanted to share the love i’m grateful for.

tagging: @forgetou @amjustagirl @yacoka @haikyuutothetop @luvnami ;; thank you for dropping these characters as i couldn’t decide who to write for. (of course it was more exciting without context)

ps. it’s longer than expected i’m sorry :’)

tsukishima kei

tsukishima isn’t one who would remember special occasions unless someone had schedule a plan in advance with him. when he wondered if he should do anything for you after hearing his colleagues whispering during break, his work got busier than usual so he had forgotten about it.

that was, until he realized he had ten missed calls from his son; which was odd because he weren’t one to call him so often.

“i was in a meeting, what hap—” before tsukishima could finish his sentence, his son interrupted him, “i bought mom’s favorite cake since you’re slow. hurry home or there’s none left for you,” the line was cut right after; which of course left poor tsukishima’s partner to deal with the aftermath. “tsukishima-san, about the report—”

“it must be so urgent that it needs my immediate attention even when i’m packing up right?” his words dripped of pure sarcasm despite the polite smile hanging from his lips. everyone could literally see the panic swirling in his partner’s pupil.

“i’m sorry!! good work today and see you tomorrow!!” it’s the weekend tomorrow, but tsukishima was too hung up on his son’s attitude to shoot another of his sarcastic reply.

you, on the other hand, were neither someone who would celebrate such occasion unless it was for birthdays or holidays. therefore, you didn’t really had anything in mind nor were you expecting anything as well.

when you finally reached home from a tiring day at work, you were definitely not expecting to see your favorite cake on the table while your son popped a party popper with a party horn in his mouth right beside you.

“happy mother’s day!” he tried to mumble out with the horn still in his mouth. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpected surprise, dropping your bag on the counter just so you could hug him—one that he wholeheartedly hugged you back because tsukishima wasn’t around.

it took an hour for tsukishima to be home, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand when he walked over to where you and the cheeky lad was sitting. “oh! you didn’t have to though,” you smiled in surprise.

“dad’s just guilty he forgot about our promise and didn’t want to come home empty handed.” you chuckled at that, perhaps it wasn’t entirely wrong either but you still appreciate the sentiment. it was rare for him after all.

“those who break promises don’t get desserts.” he continued to press his dad’s buttons, only to see tsukishima loosened his tie with an expression he could not understand.

“oh, but that’s on your mom to decide if i’ll get one tonight or not.” you could feel your face heating up at your husband’s words, the tone and smile that dawned on his face was a look you knew oh so well.

“tch...i thought i hid it well.” of course, your clueless son didn’t know the true meaning of those words and thought the strawberry shortcake he bought for his dad was found out.

sugawara kōshi

sugawara would definitely plan in advance with the children. especially when they were the ones who excitedly wanted to do something for you.

“mama like animals! lets go to the zoo!” the middle child exclaimed with so much enthusiasm, sugawara could only chuckle at her adorable smile.

“you only said that because you wanted to go to the zoo, dummy.” the eldest one huffed, feeling proud that he saw through her obvious tactic.

it didn’t take long for the two to start crawling over each other in a fight while the youngest one giggled amusingly as if she was watching a performance. that was, until an insult was thrown at her so she joined in the fight to prove her worth.

“if you don’t stop now, we’ll be celebrating at home like how we did the past two years.” that immediately ceased all action, since they haven’t had the chance to go out together as a whole family thanks to your busy schedule.

“how about the park? the cherry blossoms have bloomed and mama likes going to the park!” of course, sugawara was fond of this idea. it’s been a while since there was a family picnic session.

and so on that very day in which you finally managed to take a day off, you weren’t expecting to be blind folded while having your children guide you to wherever you were supposed to be.

knowing how clumsy the trio could be, he wanted to accompany them as well but was outright rejected when they said they could do it themselves with so much confidence, he wasn’t sure who they got it from.

with their tiny hands, it took a while for them to tie the piece of cloth around your eyes, and even when they did, it wasn’t tied well enough so you could actually still see your footing (which saved you immensely from all the accidental knocks along the way)

after what felt like forever, you finally reached the park where they shouted ‘happy mother’s day’ in unison. you kind of already knew it’ll be a picnic from the soft grass beneath your feet and those fallen pink petals, but you were still moved to tears when you saw your children squeezed together into your husband’s arms while cute decoration and plates of food were spread between you and them.

“mama, try the cookie first! i made them myself!” the middle one was the first to break the silence.

“no! try my sandwich first, i’m the eldest!”

“so what if you’re the eldest? mama must be thirsty from walking so have my ultimate happy berry juice!” the youngest chirped with pride, as if her logic was a straight pass to winning.

you laughed at their competitive nature, which was oh so endearing at the same time. and it was obvious if you don’t decide soon, an all out food war was going to happen.

“before that, shouldn’t mama receive papa’s present first?” sugawara’s cheerful voice interrupted their little argument, and just before the youngest could ask what it was, her eyes was covered by the eldest son along with the middle one.

you couldn’t help but hit his arm in embarrassment when his lips met yours longer than it should’ve been.

“hey! that’s not fair, i didn’t get to see papa’s present,” your middle one sulked, only to be carried into sugawara’s arms as he peck her little cheek with a wink. “why don’t you ask mama what it was, baby?”

oikawa torū

it was supposed to be a big surprise where he came home earlier than the date he had told you. he even told the kids about it and they promised to make it a success (money was definitely involved to be honest)

“make sure you delay mummy at the grocery store long enough for me to set everything up in time.” he reminded his daughter time and time again, only to have her sigh at his impatience.

“i think i’m old enough to not forget something so simple dad. and please stop addressing mom like that, it’s creepy.” she cringed, wondering how you even deal with oikawa every day.

“dad, have you even baked a cake before? do you think you can get it done within an hour or maybe two?” his son asked the third time that day, which did irk oikawa with that tone of his.

“of course i can! are you looking down on me? it’s just a simple vanilla cake and some fruits on top. how hard can it be?”

of course, with every rhetorical question that pose a challenge, there would always be an answer exactly of what’s to be expected.

you, with no idea that your husband was making a mess of your kitchen, took your own sweet time at the grocery store since your daughter was there to help and it’s been a while since you had a mother and daughter bonding time.

“do you think your dad would like to have curry tomorrow? or should we just have hamburger steak?” you asked, still unsure of the menu for a celebratory dinner.

“i think he would like anything you cook, so don’t worry about it. dad’s always so happy to eat your homemade meals.” she answered with shrug, but you could tell she was happy to rely the same sentiment.

everything went smoothly and she did managed to stall your time with her longer than the agreed duration. that was, until she received a text from her brother saying dad’s cake was a failure and they should just get one outside; you two were already at the apartment lift when she read it.

“dad, i think you should just give up. they are already walking over from the—” oikawa having enough of his son’s constant nagging about how he should’ve just bought a cake instead, threw a whiff of flour to his son’s face without thinking.

and of course, which kid would not retaliate from that. the kitchen, which originally wasn’t as messy, turned into chaos of white fluff and sticky childish banter between the two.

you, not expecting to see your husband, was clearly surprise when you heard his voice by the door. the only excitement that came from that vanished the moment your eyes fell onto the state of your kitchen.

“happy mother’s day?” oikawa managed to choke out when he felt your growing presence with each step towards him.

“i’m sorry mom, it was my fault please don’t kill dad—” your son pleaded softly by the side, only to fell speechless when you threw yourself into oikawa’s arms instead.

“welcome home,” you greeted with so much warmth, oikawa couldn’t help but embraced you tightly as he replied, “i’m home.”

“mom? you’re not mad?” your daughter asked in disbelief when she brought the groceries – including the ones you dropped – over to the kitchen.

“mad? why would i be when you dad’s sleeping in the kitchen tonight.” you were so serious and certain, the two broke into fits of laughter as they ran from their father (which was fertile because they got caught immediately and was tickled to tears)

“why are you laughing when you two are having a sleepover with daddy tonight.”

“please dad, just stop.”

kita shinsuke

there was no surprises because kita’s way of celebrating was just regular activities but doing it together. which was honestly, what you love to do most since you don’t always get the chance of spending weekdays with your family often.

from preparing meals to visiting town, usually it would be done by kita himself. however, this time because of the special occasion, you took time off to accompany your husband while bringing your little ones along with you.

“mama here’s the carrot,” your little girl placed the orange vegetable on the chopping board before humming a tune while the other twin helped kita with picking the ends of the beansprouts.

“papa are we going to town later?” she beamed excitedly, hands still working on the tiny vegetable while her legs swung to the rhythm of her twin sister’s melody.

“yes, we are. do you have a place you want to visit?” he was done with his side so he continued onto the pile his daughter was removing.

“yes! we want to go to onigiri miya!” they both said at the same time, giggling right after when their father looked surprise.

“all right, let’s go after our lunch.” and everything went along smoothly with the little twins setting the table together while you and kita took turns to cook up the dishes. lunch was pleasant despite minimal words being exchanged since the twins were taught to not talk with their mouth full (and their mouth are always stuffed full)

while you and kita held hands with the twins walking hand in hand by themselves in front, the feeling of nostalgia seemed to tickle your bones at the memory of how you used to take long strolls with kita during your younger days.

“what’s wrong?” kita tugged your hand gently which snapped you back to reality when you realized you all have reached the store.

“nothing...i’m just grateful to be your wife and mother of two beautiful angels.” your smile had him press a fluttering kiss to your temple as he softly replied, “me too.”

“i see yer two are still as lovey-dovey as ever captain.” atsumu popped his head out from the entrance, both twins sitting comfortably on his arms as he carried them as if they were feathers.

“i’m not your captain anymore atsumu, but i see they both seemed to like you.” kita smiled at his two lovely dolls, one that atsumu have never seen much of because of his busy schedule.

“of course, who do you think i am? the better—” but before atsumu could even finish his flex, the two snapped their head over at the appearance of osamu in his apron. their hands immediately reaching out for the man to hug.

“uncle osamu!!” they squealed happily, trying their best to squirm out of atsumu’s grip.

“i guess not huh ‘tsumu,” osamu smirked at the annoyed twin, patting his hands dry before prying the little twins from his brother’s vice grip. of course, they both would fight over the kid’s affection. who wouldn’t right?

you watched the pair of twins in amusement with your head against kita’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your delicate frame. this too will be yet another moment kita would not forget, for he felt blissful to be their father and your husband.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #hq headcanons #tsukishima kei #sugawara koshi #oikawa toru #kita shinsuke #tsukishima x reader #sugawara x reader #oikawa x reader #kita x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #tsukishima hcs #sugawara hcs #oikawa hcs #kita hcs

[fairyhee]

Chocolate eclairs (pt.2)

{Part 1}

🍫 optional bias x reader

🍫 ~5.6k words

🍫 smut, enemies to lovers, slight dom/sub themes, praise kink, some dirty talk, oral (both receiving), face sitting (whew), reader has a thing for hands

(I might have dragged everything out for too long? I’m not sure, you tell me, but I just love thinking about all the details so I went with it. Also while I was writing, at some point I lost half of it and had to re-write it because the damn app didn’t save my changes to the draft 🙃 anyways thank you for reading!)

So far, nothing was going as planned today, but somehow you didn’t mind it anymore. At first you were extremely annoyed to say the least, but you slowly started to think having a tall and ridiculously handsome guy follow you around wasn’t so bad after all. Even though he was purposely being irritating, as always, just to get reactions out of you, it was worth enduring for the random flirty remarks he spat out every once in a while. Was he always like this? Did you only realize it now because you were too busy thinking how obnoxiously confident he was, or did he really also dislike you before? You were quite confused, but you at least thought you should enjoy the moment.

After buying those damn chocolate eclairs that you had been craving for a week, and after he insisted to pay, all while poking fun at how you were gonna die at a young age from how much sugar you consume, your next stop would have been the lingerie store. Except now you had him coming along with you, so you weren’t very sure what you should do. To buy some time, you pretended to look at all the stereotypically “romantic” objects that people usually gifted each other on Valentine’s day. Just for fun, you weren’t planning on hinting at anything, but you just wanted to see what he’d be like. Not to mention window shopping was one of your favorite activities when you had nothing else better to do. He, on the other hand, had his mind fixed on one thing solely.

“Y/n, aren’t we eating those eclairs? You didn’t want them just to carry them around, did you?” he asked with a pout.

“Excuse me, since when is there a ‘we’? They’re my eclairs, and I’m saving them for later. I told you I have plans, were you even listening to me?”

“You have plans, right. Well you should be careful then, that boyfriend you have plans with might get jealous if he sees you walking around with a guy like me. I honestly wouldn’t blame him if he felt threatened, after all, you just let the most handsome dude around here buy you coffee and sweets...oh wait, I forgot. You actually don’t have a boyfriend, do you now?” he said in a sarcastic tone. 

“It’s extremely funny that you think I need a man in order to have plans on Valentine’s day. I can very well take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“You can take care of yourself in what way exactly? Because if it’s what I’m thinking of, I bet I can do it better.”

“Thank you for your concern, h/n, but if you think you can buy your way into my pants with some sweets, then you have a very low and unrealistic expectation of me. If you want to impress me, try harder.”

“Oh don’t worry, this is far from my best shot. You just look so hot when you’re mad at me, I can’t stop myself.” he said with a sheepish laugh.

You blushed slightly, both at his words and from seeing him grinning so cutely. He had no business looking all cute like that after he had just literally suggested you sleep with him. How could he switch from being so cocky to getting shy for you in just a matter of seconds? You couldn’t help but wonder what he’d actually be like in bed. Especially since he had just showed a new side of him, a particular image of him being submissive to you was stuck on your brain. You could feel your face heating up, and you hoped he didn’t notice how red your cheeks had probably become.

Brushing it off, you entered a random toy store, feigning interest in some plushies. As you were admiring the various teddy bears that came in all shapes and colors, you noticed he had been surprisingly silent since your last exchange. You threw a glance at him and he seemed to have found some games he was interested in, as he had his eyebrows furrowed, trying to read the instructions on the back of some boxes. Perfect, you thought to yourself, now that he’s distracted, you could think of a plan. What the hell were you gonna do about the lingerie? You didn’t want to give up on buying it, you had wanted it for a long time and now was the perfect occasion. Did you want to go with him? Would he want to even enter the store with you? Would he become flustered and make things awkward? Would it be weird if you suddenly told him to leave you alone for a couple of minutes and meet you later? Or should you just end your meeting right there? You weren’t even sure how you wanted to spend the rest of the day anymore, but you for sure didn’t intend to abandon your plans completely for this man that barged into your solo Valentine’s day like that, despite the fact that you were starting to get interested in him.

While you were definitely overthinking the situation, h/n had long finished browsing the board games section. Suddenly, you felt someone’s hot breath near the side of your neck. 

“Y/n. You’ve been staring at that teddy bear for 3 minutes now. Did you not have any as a child, or do you want me to buy it for you that bad? You could just ask, you know.” 

Startled by the proximity of his voice, you turned your head to him and took a few steps away. “Wow, you sure have a talent for being rude. You’re still annoying even when you’re trying to hit on me.” you said trying to seem unaffected. However, you would lie if you said that feeling his breath on your skin didn’t send shivers down your spine. 

He chuckled at your reaction and slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. 

“So? Do you want it or not?”

“With that sort of attitude, I shouldn’t even answer. So what if I wanted it, what would you do? There’s nothing between us, so why would you buy it for me?” you taunted. You knew he was trying to make you soften up, but you weren’t falling for it just yet.

“Who said I’d buy it for you? If I did and you ended up sleeping with a stuffed toy every night, that would just be unfair.” he pouted. Why was he acting this cute now? This man was so confusing.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“I don’t wanna be jealous of a teddy bear. I’d rather you would sleep with me instead.”

You stared at his triumphant smile for a few seconds, at a loss for words. He looked like he just made the best pick-up line ever. It was so bad, yet you wanted to accept his wish and take him home. What was wrong with you? 

“You’re absolutely obnoxious, did you know that? Wipe that smirk off your face, you look like an idiot.”

He laughed. “But somehow you’re still putting up with me. I’d say you’re doing a great job enduring me. Unless...you’re actually enjoying my company, which I suspect you do.”

“Yeah, whatever. Come on, I have one more thing to get before I can finally go home and get rid of you.”

You had made up your mind. You weren’t letting any man interfere with your plans.

Walking in the most confident way possible, you entered the lingerie store. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you looked through the pieces, searching for something that would match your taste. You were dying to know what his reaction was, what he was thinking, but you weren’t giving in. Suddenly, you had an idea. Acting like what you were doing was the most normal thing, you picked out two options, pretending you couldn’t decide between them. One was a black see-through set adorned with velvet hearts, while the other was made out of red lace and a bunch of straps that looked like a harness. Either way, both were made more to reveal rather than cover you up. Holding one in each hand, you turned to look at him with an unfazed expression plastered on your face.

“Make yourself useful for once and help me decide. Which one do I get?”

Seeing the way he was looking at you made a flush of heat spread across your face. His eyes were dark and he looked like he would have devoured you right then and there. You didn’t know what you expected, but this look was definitely not it.

He took a few seconds to respond, during which his gaze on you only seemed to intensify. He almost looked angry, clenching his jaw and eyeing you so strongly.

“You’d look great in both, but I’d take the red one.”

Hearing his choice, you immediately hung it back on the rack and took your other option to the cash register. 

You heard him scoff behind you. “Why bother asking me if you were gonna pick that one anyway?”. He was smiling, but it was clear that he was trying to control his frustration. 

You gave him the sweetest smile in the world. “I liked both equally and couldn’t decide, so I’m getting the one you like less. Since you’re never gonna see me wearing it anyway.”

“You drive me insane. That makes absolutely no sense.”

“Really? But you’re the one that’s been following me around all day. Now you’re angry with me, how come?” you said innocently.

He smirked and took a few steps until he was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your face, but you didn’t back away and maintained his gaze. His scent was intoxicating, and you were trying your best to not show how into him you were already.

“If you want to make me angry, you’ll have to try harder, babygirl.” you clenched your thighs hearing that word escape his lips. “I like your teasing a little too much, actually. But making me imagine you wearing all these pretty things only to point out that I can’t have you the way I want? I have to admit, that was pretty mean.”

“Are you challenging me? Then I guess I need to step up my game to really get back at you.”

“Alright then, let’s make a deal. If you fail to make me angry by tonight, you have to go on a date with me. What do you say?”

You couldn’t stop the smirk forming on the corner of your lips. “Deal. You know, now I kinda understand why you keep bothering me. It’s actually fun trying to get you annoyed.” This time you weren’t lying.

He smiled back at you. “Glad we’re on the same page about one thing at least. So, any other torturous shopping that we need to do today? An adult store, maybe, since you said you like to take care of things yourself?”

“Nice try. I actually have a table reserved for later today, so I’m gonna have to go home and get ready. I wanted to go alone and have some me-time, but since I don’t plan on losing that challenge, I guess now you gotta come with me.”

He stopped in his tracks. “Wait a second,”he said and put the back of his palm on your forehead as if checking for a fever, “now it sounds like you’re the one asking me out. What happened? Are you okay?” he asked in an overly dramatic way. Oh great, now he was back to being the town circus. 

“It’s not a date, silly. Hopefully, it’s gonna be the worst dinner of your life, so I won’t have to see your face ever again.”

“You do know that I could just not show up and make you lose the bet, right?”

“If you do that, you won’t get my number. So no way to receive your prize.” Besides, you thought to yourself, wasn’t tonight already a date in itself? There was no way he would skip on that, or at least so you hoped. “See you at 6.” you said as you walked away, leaving him behind. 

By now your only desire was to get him totally whipped for you. He might have seen through your intentions already, but you couldn’t care less. The fights and arguments that were real in the beginning had now become an act, some sort of game to see which one of you would give in first. And you weren’t backing down until you had him completely wrapped around your finger. This year’s V-day turned out to be a lot more fun than you initially thought. 

After getting home, you took your sweet time showering and making yourself as pretty as possible. Having drenched yourself in perfume and strawberry scented body lotion, you put on the new lingerie and a red dress that complimented your figure. You did some minimal, but flattering make-up and took a good look in the mirror. You looked good enough to eat. Exactly what you wanted.

By the time you arrived at the restaurant, he was already waiting for you, and you realized he had probably tried just as hard as you to look hot. And he had definitely done a great job. His hair was pushed back and the suit jacket he was wearing highlighted his broad shoulders and tall figure. You wanted him to push you against a wall right then and there.

“Are you sure you’re not made out of sugar? You look so good, I’m afraid that if I touch you, you’d melt under my fingers.”

“You wish. I don’t even get a hi, you start our conversation with a lame pick-up line? This evening is going to be even more boring than I thought.” you said rolling your eyes.

“It’s good to see you again too. Come on, let’s order quickly, I’m starving.” he said as he was already looking through the menu.

After this first exchange, the rest of the dinner actually went on pretty normally. Without realizing, you had gotten comfortable with each other and stopped arguing altogether. Now you were just chatting about whatever came to mind, enjoying your meals and each other’s company. However, you did notice his eyes lingering a little too long on your exposed neck and chest, which you did your best to bring forward as much as you could when you moved around. You were hyper aware of his gaze on every move you made and you loved the attention he was giving you. You felt like you were the only woman in the room for him, the only one that deserved his attention. You suddenly remembered you were supposed to get him angry, but you weren’t sure you didn’t want a second date after all. However, you felt the need to say something about it.

“Look at all these couples enjoying their romantic dinner, and then there’s us. Here for the sole purpose of annoying each other.”

“If that was the purpose, I’d call this an epic fail.” he said with a smile and took a sip of his gin tonic,”So you still don’t want to admit that this is, in fact, a date?”

“Why would it be one, when we haven’t done anything out of the ordinary? We are just two people eating out together.”

“Good thing the evening isn’t over, then. Great choice of restaurant, by the way. But even though the food was amazing, I’d still prefer eating you out.” 

His bluntness caught you off guard, and you let the glass you were previously holding down on the table with a little more force than intended. From the impact, your drink splashed everywhere, including on yourself.

You moved a bit of the fabric of your dress away so you could wipe the martini drops that had just spilled on your chest, which uncovered the strap and the top part of your bra for a few seconds. You didn’t think much of it, but heard him swallow loudly. When you raised your eyes back to meet his, he was looking at you like he wanted to undress you with his eyes.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Did what on purpose?” you asked confused.

“Don’t act so innocent, you know exactly what I’m saying.”

“No idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, care for dessert? You need some sugar in your system, you seem to be turning grim again.”

“If by dessert you mean you, then I’ll gladly accept. You have enough sugar to keep me up for a long time.” he said with a smirk.

“Oh god, can you cut the disgusting jokes out? You make me sick.” 

“You’ll be even more disappointed to find out they’re not jokes. By the way,” he leaned over the table so he could bring his face a little closer to yours, “we’ve almost finished our drinks and you still haven’t made me angry. Time is ticking.” 

You fell silent for a couple of seconds, and played with your necklace while deep in thought. You were done playing this game. You wanted him, and you wanted him tonight. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but ever since you stepped foot in that place all you had been imagining were his veiny hands all over your body, how pretty his long fingers were and how much you wanted them inside you. He hadn’t even touched you once, but your panties were feeling damp already just by staring at his hands or seeing him clenching his jaw. You hadn’t noticed that your fidgeting with your necklace had caught his attention and he was now practically staring at your boobs without any hint of shame in his eyes. Your chest was heaving up and down as his eyes set your skin ablaze and your thoughts ran wild. Of course his gaze didn’t miss your heavy breathing. His fist was clenched on his glass and the veins on his arm protruded even more than usual. Your brain was so intoxicated with him that it completely forgot how to form sentences, leaving him without a reply. He leaned closer to you over the table and all but whispered.

“Just say the words, and I’ll give you whatever you want. All you have to do is say it.”

You hesitated, questioning whether you should swallow your pride or not. You stared into his deep brown eyes, glistening with lust, and admired his plump, slightly parted lips, silently pleading for you to stop this stupid game and finally admit what you’re feeling for each other. He was done playing, and so were you.

“It’s finally time for those eclairs.” 

A knowing smile spread on his face, as if he had just won the lottery.

The ride to your place was awfully silent. You felt like you could cut the tension in the atmosphere with a knife. Sitting near him in the back of the cab and just feeling his presence so close to you kept your skin burning up during the entire ride. He still hadn't touched you in the slightest, not even on your hand, and at this point you thought it was intentional just so you'd become desperate for him. It was working. It felt like the drive was taking ages, so you decided to have some fun and tease him a little.

You slowly slid your hand over your legs, starting from your knees and going up towards the hem of your dress, pulling it up ever so slightly. He noticed your movements instantly, and his eyes snapped to you. Now that you were assured he was watching, your hand traveled further under your dress, carefully so it doesn't reveal too much, and started running your own fingers across your damp panties.

His eyes widened, and you saw his adam's apple move when he swallowed a lump in his throat. "What do you think you're doing?" he whispered.

"What does it look like to you? I am an independent woman. Since you have not laid a hand on me all day, I'm doing it myself."

"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" you maintained his gaze but didn't stop your actions, slipping a finger underneath your underwear and whimpering ever so quietly, enough for only him to hear. You were determined to bring him down.

Like you had just pressed a button, his body reacted to your sounds faster than expected. The vein on his hand twitched as he quickly grabbed your wrist and held it in place.

"If you don't stop that, I’ll make sure you have trouble walking tomorrow." his words sent a shiver down your spine. With that, he firmly pulled your hand away and intertwined his fingers with yours, as if preventing you from causing more trouble. You decided to obey him, for now.

After a couple of minutes, you were arriving at your place. He followed you silently into the building and into the small elevator, where you were met with another crisis. He looked like he tried really hard to restrain himself as he leaned with his back and head against the mirror. He was looking at you through furrowed brows and hooded eyes, and you wondered why did he put himself through this struggle, when he could’ve had you right then and there. Pretending to check your mascara in the mirror behind him, you placed one hand on his chest and leaned over him, your face dangerously close to his neck, making sure your exposed cleavage pressed against him in the process. You didn’t care how obvious it was, he was clearly enjoying it. He did nothing but watch you, but his sigh and accelerating breath rate were giving him away. As soon as you reached your level, you instantly shot out of the elevator and got to your door in record time. 

The moment you set foot into the apartment and closer the door behind you, any control that you had before, just vanished into thin air. 

“Fucking finally”. He wasted no time in pressing you against the wall, both hands holding the sides of your face while he kissed you with all the pent up frustration from that day. You could feel his whole body onto you and yet you wanted more, your hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and tugging at it in an attempt to bring him even closer. His lips were soft but aggressive at the same time, the kiss neither too intense nor too slow, earning chills all over your spine the first time his warm tongue entered your mouth. It was still not enough, so you took over and laced your fingers at the back of his head, pulling on his hair while pushing yourself into him. His hands started traveling down your body, gripping your waist and hips with force as he pulled you even closer, making you feel his erection against you in the process. 

Out of breath, you broke the kiss to take a good look at him in this state. He was looking at you through glossy, hooded eyes, with his plump lips parted and glistening from the intensity of your kiss. He looked so hot, you realized you might not make it to the bedroom. 

Closing in the distance once again, his hands went to squeeze your ass through your dress as he started placing wet kisses down the side of your neck, painfully slowly, sending shivers all over your spine. You lifted a leg up to snake around his own, as if to invite his hands to stop wasting time and get under your skirt already.

“You’re surprisingly gentle for someone who’s been trying to get into my pants all day.” you felt him squeeze your ass harder, and he suddenly bit the soft skin under your ear and sucked on it, earning a gasp from you.

He didn’t reply, but instead slid his hand up your thigh and ran his fingers over your soaking panties.

“And you’re surprisingly wet for someone who supposedly hates me.” he teasingly rubbed the tip of his finger on your clothed clit, making you whine in response. It was almost as if the fabric wasn’t there at all, given how thin it was in the first place. “What did you buy this pretty underwear for, just to ruin it later?”

“Since when do you care about my lingerie?”

“I thought you wanted me to, since you brought me with you to that store and even asked for my opinion.” He pushed your panties to the side and properly coated his fingers with your juices. “You were such a dirty little slut for doing that to me.” his words shot straight to your core.

“Me, dirty? That little head of yours has a lot of issues. It’s your own fault for liking me in the first place.” you teased.

Hearing that, he pushed two fingers into your hole and you moaned. “You can talk shit all you want, but your body can’t lie about how much you want me, princess.” He pulled his hand away from your core, and took his own fingers, now coated with your essence, into his mouth, licking them clean. “Now be a good girl and take this dress off for me.” he said, pulling away from you. 

Not wanting to torture yourself any longer, you obeyed him, getting rid of your dress as quickly as possible. As he finally fully saw you in the pretty underwear, he eyed you from head to toe, as if he was looking at his prey, swallowing loudly. “Y/n, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” 

You pushed him back and led him to the couch, making him sit down. You quickly straddled his lap, making sure your boobs were right in his face as you grabbed the hair at the back of his head and brought your mouth to his ear, licking a stripe up from the side of his neck, reaching his earlobe. He shivered under you, and you started unbuttoning his shirt, while both his hands stroked over your boobs, touching your nipples and lightly pinching and twisting them over the thin material of the bra. The sensation was spreading into your entire body, making you moan right into his ear. You nibbled onto his earlobe, and he sighed loudly, grabbing your ass and pulling you on top of his dick, grinding into you. Your fingers ran over his now exposed chest and down to his belt, trying to get it undone. He grabbed your hands and undid it himself, and you stood up so he could get rid of his pants. 

Instead of sitting back on his lap, you dropped to your knees in between his legs and pulled his underwear down. His cock looked so red and hard, it seemed almost painful, and made your mouth water. You wanted to torture him some more though, so you stuck your tongue out and slowly ran it up from the base to his swollen tip, all while looking directly into his eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lower lip so hard, as if to keep him from making any sound. You were going to change that. You swirled your tongue around the tip, collecting the drops of precum, before taking him whole into your mouth. As you started bobbing your head, you made sure to take a little more of him each time, pushing your own limit gradually, looking up at him from time to time. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this. You’re taking me so well.” he said, trying to keep himself from forming any other sounds, and you wondered why wasn’t he letting go already. You wanted to make him a moaning mess. One of your free hands started playing with his balls, as you ran your nails across his thigh with the other one. Going a little deeper, his cock hit the back of your throat, and you paused for a second, swallowing around him, which earned a long, breathy moan from him. There, that was your reward. You continued taking him as deep as you could, looking up at him with wide eyes. This was his breaking point, as he couldn’t control his sounds anymore, his mouth was agape, letting out small grunts and whimpers now and then, and you felt his hips struggling to keep still. As the ache in your pussy was getting unbearable because of your actions, your own hand came to play with your clit to get some sort of release, moaning around his cock. 

He didn’t miss this, as suddenly, his hand flew to your hair and he held you still. “Don’t you dare touch yourself. Get up” he said in a demanding voice. He followed you up himself, and completely slid his shirt and underwear off of him, then laid down on the carpet. “I want you to sit on my face. Let me have my dessert and enjoy you like you deserve.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. After discarding your panties, you placed your knees on either side of his head and carefully lowered your cunt closer to him, but he grabbed your ass and aggressively pulled you onto his mouth, making you gasp and grip the couch beside you for support. The feeling of his wet and warm tongue against you was making your thighs weak. He started by licking a long stripe across your folds, then alternated between sucking at your clit, drawing patterns with his tongue across your sensitive spot at different paces and intensities. Your sounds and whimpers were a mess, and you could feel your orgasm building with each second. He was eating you out like a starved man, face buried completely under your pussy, and the view was only contributing to your arousal. One of his hands snaked up to your nipple and started playing with it, adding to the sensation. When he suddenly applied more pressure to a certain angle, you thought you were gonna lose your mind. “Fuck, h/n, right there, please, don’t stop” was what you wanted to say, but you weren’t sure your words came out coherently. Either way, he got the message, and a few seconds later, you were coming undone on his tongue, letting out a few high-pitched moans as he helped you ride out your high.

After regaining composure, you stood up to let him breathe. His lips and chin were glistening from your juices, and he wiped them off with the back of his hand. “That was delicious. You’re a fucking goddess, did you know that?” he said as he stood himself up, grabbed your face and kissed you with force.

“Just fuck me already.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” he said as he pushed you against your table, having you lie down on it. He quickly grabbed a condom from his jeans and rolled it on his still painfully hard cock. Grabbing your legs and holding them on each side of him, he rubbed the tip of his member over your clit a few times before fully pushing it into your tight hole, swearing in the process. He wasted no time before moving, slowly at first to let you adjust, then suddenly slammed his hips into you with force, earning a loud moan from you. “Fuck, do that again, please” you said, already feeling your second orgasm starting to build up. He thrusted into you harder and deeper, filling the room with your sounds everytime his skin met yours. The way he filled you up was absolutely delicious, clouding your vision and making you lose yourself in your pleasure as he was hitting all the right spots inside you. 

“Ever since your brought me into that store, all I could think of was fucking you in your pretty lingerie, imagining how your boobs would bounce up and down while I pound into you like this.” you took his hand and brought it to your lips, silently asking him to let you suck onto his fingers. “You don’t know how much of a torture that wa- fuck” you took his long and pretty fingers into your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, mimicking the way you sucked him off earlier and watching him lose his ability to speak as his mouth hung open. “H/n, harder, don’t stop, I’m going to come.” you said in a desperate attempt to get him to shut up and concentrate. Motivated by your words, he increased his pace, and after a few more hard and sloppy thrusts, you reached your second orgasm, soon followed by his own. His whole body twitched as he came down from his high, both of you panting, and exhausted.

Pulling out of you, he quickly discarded the condom and took you into his arms to place both you and him comfortably on the couch.

“That was fucking hot” he said, still holding you in his arms while you were catching your breaths. 

“Yeah. I think I might hate you a little less after this.” you said and you both laughed.

After coming back to your senses, you got up and went straight to the kitchen. A few seconds later, you came back holding the box he bought you from the french bakery, handing him an eclair.

“I knew why I saved those chocolate eclairs for later. They taste better after you’ve been craving them all day, don’t you think?”

He just smiled in response. “You might be right. By the way, I won. It seems like you’ll be drinking ice americanos again, after all.”

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