#it’s 6:35am I need to go to sleep

[writing-blog-iguess]

Online Matchup 4

Summery: Y/N makes a trip back home last minute, ruining Jason's plan for a breakfast date, but that won't stop him from coming up with a different plan.

Warning: swearing, talk of surgery, Jason's being a sweetheart, fluff

A/n: this is becoming one of my comfort fics to write, and I can't be mad about it. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. Feedbacks always welcome

Words: 3097

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

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October 8

Jason (6:40am) Good morning How are you this beautiful morning?

Y/N Why in the everloving fuck are you awake at six in the morning?

Jason Aren’t you a potty mouth in the early mornings Someone should teach you a lesson

Y/N It’s to early for anything right now

Jason’s May I remind you, that you’re awake this early too

Y/N My sister decided it was the perfect time to call me Apparently it couldn’t wait until I was awake enough to call her back And now I can’t sleep

Jason Everything okay?

Y/N Define okay?

Jason It’s your dad isn’t it?

Y/N Yeah I don’t know, I don’t want to talk about it

Jason Fair enough

Y/N Now answer my question

Jason Demanding Wanted to know how you were doing after last night

Y/N Better now that I’ve slept I wish I could sleep longer tho Though my eyes hurt and it feels like I have a hangover

Jason Consequences of crying before bed

Y/N Make it go away

Jason Wanna meet for breakfast? Y/N?

Y/N (8:35am) Oh, sorry I fell asleep

Jason Uh huh It has nothing to do with the fact that I asked if you wanted to go for breakfast

Y/n Mm don’t know what you’re talking about And isn’t there a rule where a guy has to wait a least three days Before you ask the girl out again

Jason Apparently My brother advised me the same thing But since I could care less what he thinks about my relationship I have decided to ignore him and take the plunge and ask you anyways Besides he barely listens to his own advice So to each their own I guess

Y/N Why do I get the feeling that you ignore your brother a lot

Jason Couldn’t tell you So, breakfast?

Y/N Uh, wish I could But I have a train to catch 

Jason Where’s it going?

Y/N Metropolis 

Jason You're going home? Why so sudden?

Y/n The call with my sister? Apparently my dad is having surgery and my mom wants everyone there until he’s done Don’t know why I have to go, by the time I’m there it’ll probably be over

Jason Yikes What’s the surgery for?

Y/N Dunno, something to do with something? I’m not sure, I was half asleep when she called And she used that to her advantage and got me to agree to go home today

Jason Don’t you have class tomorrow?

Y/N Not until the afternoon

Jason Work?

Y/n Not until Tuesday 

Jason Huh

Y/n Yup tbh I rather spend my Sunday with you then go home But it’s family and I can’t say no to my sister

Jason I get that family’s first But I would choose you over my family

Y/n … You can’t just say that!

Jason But flustering you is becoming my favourite past time

Y/n Get a new one!

Jason Nah, don’t think I will Okay, so no breakfast How about I drop you off at the station?

Y/N Tempting But if you do, then I’ll miss the train Because I wanna kiss your stupid face And besides, I’m almost there

Jason My face isn’t stupid … You wanna kiss me? Colour me flattered

Y/n I rescind my statement 

Jason Can’t do that, it’s in writing Hold on, when you said you were sleeping You were actually packing, weren’t you?

Y/N Guilty I’m sorry I’ve spent thirty minutes debating on whether or not to ditch my family for you

Jason But in the end you’re ditching me Feels like your running from something I see how it is

Y/N I’m sorry D: I’m not running away or anything 

Jason It’s okay, really I’m not mad or anything Okay, maybe a little disappointed But he’s your dad and you don’t know when’s the next time you see him So it’s okay, don’t feel bad I’ll wait around until your back And I know your not, I just took the joke too far and I’m sorry

Y/n I’m still sorry

Jason Can I call you?

Y/N Uhhhhhhh Give me a minute 

Jason Take as much time as you need I can wait

Y/n Sweet of you But I needed to find a seat first And then my headphones

Jason So You’re good now?

Y/n Yup

It didn’t take more than a second before your phone rang after you sent the message.

“I thought you wanted to call?” you answered, moving your phone so Jason could see your face. He shrugged, shooting you a smile.

“Wanted to see your pretty face is all,” he said, and you could feel your face heat up at the compliment. Averting your eyes, you sink in your seat, trying to hide your face in your sweater. “Awe, is this what you look like when you get flustered? There’s no way I can't stop flustering you now. If this is what your reaction is going to be every time I do.”

“I’m hanging up now,” you mumbled into your sweater, and wondered if he heard that. Judging by the smile he gave you, he did.

“Nah, I don’t think so. You called my face pretty and you wanted to kiss it,” he said. That made you come out of your sweater and glared at him.

“I think I said stupid face,” you corrected, “you have a stupid face.”

“That you want to kiss,” Jason pointed out with a smile. You stuck out your tongue at him, making him laugh. “How’s the train ride?”

You shrugged, shifting in your seat trying to get comfortable. “A train ride I guess. We just left the station and it’ll be two hours until we get to Metropolis? My butts gonna hurt once I get there.”

“Gotta walk around once in a while,” Jason reminded, “did you bring anything for the ride?”

“Yeah, homework I still need to finish, my sketchbook and some books I’ve been meaning to read.”

“Sounds like a party,” Jason joked. You huffed out a laugh.

“Oh yeah, real life of the party over here.” 

Before either of you could continue, you faintly heard a door slamming open and closing before hearing a faint call of Jason! You promised me breakfast! From what you could make out, it was a female voice and you pushed down the bout of jealousy that came from nowhere. You didn’t have the right to be jealous. Jason wasn’t yours, he was his own person and you two weren’t seeing each other officially. He was free to do what he pleased. Still, you couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt.

You watched as Jason scowled, and turned towards the voice. “Yeah, give me a minute I’m on the phone.”

You schooled your features and raised an eyebrow as he turned back to his phone. “You already had breakfast plans, yet you still tried to make them with me? Wow Jason, didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Okay, first of all, I’m not a two timing bitch,” he clarified and you blanched at the statement. Damn, and you thought you hid it well. “And like I said before, I’d ditch my family for you any day of the week without question.”

“Aw Jason, you’d ditch your own sister! I see how it is,” the female voice said. Jason made a face as a blond haired girl came into frame, hanging off of Jason’s shoulders. Her nose pressed into his cheek and she smiled. “Tell me how you really feel, Jason.”

“Okay, I will,” he said, shoving her off, “you’re an annoying little shit.” She laughed and turned towards the phone. She was pretty, you had to admit.

“Oh, Tim’s right. You are cute,” she said, and you pulled your sweater over your mouth, trying to keep a laugh in as Jason looked offended.

“Steph!” he yelled, shoving her face out of frame. “Go away.”

“No, you promised me breakfast last night, and I demand pancakes,” she said, coming back in, shoving Jason out of frame as she did so. She turned to you and smiled. “Hello, I’m Jason’s sister Stephanie. You must be Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard virtually nothing about you.”

“And I’m trying to keep it that way,” he grunted, pushing her away. The two fought until finally they settled with Stephanie leaning on his shoulder. “How’d you even know their name?”

“Tim,” she answered. You raised your eyebrow in question. “He gets bored when he has nothing to do. And he decided to snoop around Jason’s life.”

“Well I’ll try not to be offended,” you said, though you furrowed your brows in concern. “Should I be worried?”

“I don’t think so,” Stephanie hummed, “not unless you have something to hide.”

“Do you have something to hide?” Jason pressed, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. You puffed out your cheeks and looked away.

“Oooh you do,” Stephanie sang, “tell us before we find out from Tim.”

“Tim needs to mind his own fucking business,” you muttered to yourself, causing Jason to laugh. “And no, I have nothing to hide. Lived a pretty boring life.”

“Don’t know, you tried killing your sister once,” Jason mused. 

“I didn’t try on purpose! I pushed her off the deck into the lake,” you corrected, “and my dad got to her before anything could happen. Man, he was pissed. I feared for my life that day. I’ve never known fear until I saw the look he gave me.” You shuddered at the memory.

“How old were you?” Stephanie asked, worry laced in her words. You shrugged, staring at the corner of your phone, avoiding their gaze.

“Ten I think? Could be younger, I don’t know. Thought it would be funny, and it was until it wasn’t.”

“Did he hurt you?” Jason asked, you shook your head and moved your gaze to him.

“No. But the way he looked, he wanted to. If we were alone he probably would have. I booked it into the car and hid there until we went home. Then I hid in my room for the rest of the day.”

“Yikes. Why was he so mad? Bruce wouldn’t have been if we did something like that.”

“That’s because we knew how to take care of ourselves and we knew how to swim,” Jason pointed out.

“And he probably doesn’t have favourites,” you chimed in. You hummed in thought, ignoring the worried looks the two siblings were giving you. “But he doesn’t strike me as picking a favourite among his kids, unless he’s really good at hiding it. But no parent is that good at hiding that.”

“Have experience, do you?” Jason asked, you only hummed not wanting to elaborate. You aren’t sure how, but what was supposed to be a lighthearted conversation turned sour. You scrunched up your nose as a thought occurred to you. If it was this easy to talk to both Jason and Stephanie, you were afraid how the rest of his family would be. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“What you guys are having for breakfast,” you said instead of you voicing your thoughts.

“Ooh yes. I did come here for breakfast,” Stephanie said, as if she had forgotten the reason for being here. She turned to him and poked his cheek. “Make me pancakes with bacon and ham and eggs and everything.”

“How can you eat so much and not gain anything,” Jason grumbled as he moved off the couch and towards the kitchen. Stephanie shifted slightly so she was more centered to the camera.

“I work out,” she simply said with a shrug. Jason grumbled something, and since he was too far away you couldn’t hear what he said. “So, how’d you meet Jason anyways? Tim won’t say and Jason doesn’t want to talk about you when asked.”

“That’s because you pester me so much that I don’t want to talk about them,” Jason called, “and you don’t have to answer anything you want too, Y/N. Don’t let Stephanie bully you into answering questions.”

“It’s okay, Jason, I don’t mind. I know what it’s like to have siblings,” you said with a smile. “We met online. Started talking a few weeks back and haven’t stopped since.”

“Ah, you guys are still new,” Stephanie mused, “that means you can still back out before you guys get too serious.” You laughed at the same time Jason yelled hey! “Kidding, I’m kidding. I haven’t seen Jason happy in awhile. Please stick around, he’s more bearable when he’s happy.”

You watched as Jason stalked towards her, and plucked the phone from her. “If all you came here for was to make fun of me, you can go home without your food.”

“Noooo, Jason I’m sorry,” you heard Stephanie whine. And you couldn't be sure, but you saw Stephanie grovel a little bit on the floor. Although Stephanie couldn’t see Jason’s expression, you could and smiled at the little smile he shot you.

“Then go take a shower, you stink,” he said, and she was quick to race to the bathroom. “Your clothes are still here from last time!” he called and set the phone down so watch him as he prepared breakfast. “Sorry about her. I completely forgot she was coming over today.”

“No worries,” you dismissed, watching in awe as Jason cut up some vegetables with ease. “She was fun to talk to.”

“Prefer her over me, huh?”

“Nope. I like you more,” you said. “Where’d you learn how to cook?”

“Alfred taught me when I was young, and I kept going afterwards. Found it helped me when things got too stressed,” he explained. “Stress cooking is a lot healthier than other ways to deal.”

“I get that,” you mused, “I stress clean.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he grunted. He stopped for a moment and looked towards you; eyes narrowed. “Did you have breakfast this morning?” You bit the top of your lip and avoided looking at him. “Y/N,” Jason said in warning.

“It was too early to eat!” you cracked, “I had a coffee and that was it.” Jason shook his head, going back to his food.

“I hope you eat something soon.”

“I packed some snacks. But they’re nothing compared to what you’re making for breakfast.”

 “Well next time actually eat something or else I’ll just have to come over and cook for you.”

“That a threat?”

“No, more like a promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you said with a smile. 

“Stop flirting and cook me my food!” Stephanie yelled after the quickest shower you have ever seen someone take. 

“So fucking demanding,” Jason grunted as you laughed.

“I should let you go so you can focus on the food instead of getting distracted,” you mused.

“But you’re the only kind of distraction I’d like,” he said, and you heard Stephanie gag. Laughing, you shook your head, trying to keep from blushing. “Okay maybe you’re right. Or otherwise, I’m going to throw Steph out the window.”

“Ha! I would like to see you try!”

Jason rolled his eyes and flicked them towards you. “Let me know when you’re there?”

“I can do that.”

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Y/N (11:30 am) Ugh, I hate train rides

Jason Could have flown

Y/N Yeah but train tickets are cheaper

Jason True Made it in one piece?

Y/N Yup Now I’m making my way to the hospital

Jason Someone picking you up?

Y/n Nah, I’m taking the bus Need the extra time before I get there

Jason I get that 

Y/n How was breakfast?

Jason Good Though it would be better if it was you

Y/n Stoooooooopppppppp

Jason Never I’m sorry about Steph, we can be a handful sometimes

Y/n No worries, I like her Is the rest of your family that energetic?

Jason Some yeah, the rest are just tamed

Y/n Sounds fun

Jason Oh yeah, the best

Y/n I can hear the sincerity from here 

Jason Almost to the hospital?

Y/n Yeah I gotta go

Jason Tell me how it goes

Y/N (2:40 pm) I shouldn’t have come Why did I say yes?

Jason Because you were sleep deprived and you can’t say no to your sister Also because your dads in the hospital 

Y/n Right He’s fine by they way, now he’s just recovering Doctors say they did what they could and he’ll be out of here in a couple of days

Jason Figured out what the surgery was about?

Y/N Nope and at this point I’m too afraid to ask

Jason Wow Why do you have regrets?

Y/n I don’t know how or why But somehow my sister figured out I was seeing someone Or at least talking to someone and kept pestering me until I told them I’ve been bamboozled 

Jason Guess I’m not your dirty little secret anymore huh

Y/n Guess it wasn’t meant to be Oh well can’t be helped

Jason So now that your dads fine, you coming home?

Y/n No Somehow I have been convinced to stay the night and take the morning train in the morning Which sucks, I already bought my ticket for tonight 

Jason That’s rough buddy

Y/n Can’t be helped I guess Now I get to play 20 questions 

Jason But at least you get to spend time with your family

Y/n True

Jason you know, if you want I can drive up there and take the train with you

Y/N That is very sweet of you and very tempting But you have work and I don’t want to inconvenience you

Jason You’re not an inconvenience If anything, you’d be doing me a favour I have the day off tomorrow and I’ve been meaning to do something I’m not very good at doing nothing

Y/N What about your bike?

Jason When I said drive, I meant the loosely I’d take the train or fly Or I can drive us back I have a car too, you know

Y/N Where would you stay?

Jason I have a friend living there that I’ve been meaning to visit Plus we can go for breakfast tomorrow before making the trip back

Y/N Very tempting But ultimately I’m not going to tell you what to do It’d be your choice

Jason See you in the morning then

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd gn!reader #batman imagine #online match up #my writing

[delilahcalicocat]

♥︎~Dada's Ok..~♥︎

{Rating: Fluff, Implied Smut ;)}

{Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Y/N being a good mom, Cody Getting his head smashed open by the rock, Blood, Emma Panicking for her Dada, Kissing}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Mother!Reader}

{Summary: Emma Traveled with her Mama & Dada, Only for the Rock to beat Cody up outside the bus that literally has his Fiancée and Adopted Child in it.}

It was the ending for RAW, Y/N and Emma were waiting for Cody. Y/N watched the TV in the bus as Cody got attacked by the Rock

"Mama!! Dada is getting hurt!!" Emma sobbed

Y/N cuddled the child into her arms, a loud thump was heard outside the bus..

It was Cody, He was already in enough pain from the gash over his head, but the rock insisted on hitting him with a stupid belt

Y/N suddenly opened the door to the bus, shocking the rock, he could hear Emma sobbing faintly.

"She crying because her daddy got hurt?" The rock asked

"No! She's crying because your fucking stupid ass hitting Cody against the bus woke her up! She's gonna be moody all day tomorrow now great!" Y/N seethed

"Big deal, kid can go without a couple hours of sleep." The Rock Sighed

"It's fucking 11:56pm at night, Emma is gonna cry all day tomorrow if she doesn't get enough sleep, go scurry off back to the bloodline now, I'm sure you don't need a bawling child at the Kickoff to WrestleMania Weekend Conference." Y/n Spoke

"Alright whatever, I have to go get ready for the Hall of fame anyways." The Rock rolled his eyes

The Rock then walked back into the Building, Y/N stepped out of the Tour bus to get Cody back up

"Codes, ya need medical attention. Your bleeding pretty bad.." Y/n sighed

Cody was still pretty woozy from the hits to the head, but he trusted Y/N's words

"Alright... Come on.." Cody Spoke, Begrudgingly to Y/N

Y/N and Him got to Medical, and Y/n had to go back because of Emma

"Mama?" Emma Called Out

"Nope you little silly, I'm your uncle Kevin" Kevin Owens Smiled at the little one

"Kev? What are you doing?" Y/N asked

"Oh. Sami saw what happened with Cody and the rock, so he sent me to watch Emma while you spent some time with Cody-" Kevin Said

"Oh, well I'll be good. Just go watch Codes for me.. I gotta get little Emily to bed-" Y/N spoke

Kevin Hastily headed towards medical after Y/N let him out of the bus

"Mama? Is.. Dada.." Emma tried to speak

"Emmy, Baby.. Dada's Gonna be Ok.. he's getting all patched up, you need to sleep though" Y/N reassured the Toddler

Emma couldn't help but panic for her Dada, he was still in the arena..

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"Emmy, Time to Wake up sweetie! We gotta get ready for the Hall Of Fame Event" Y/N Smiled tenderly

"Ok Mama.." Emma Sighed

"Aww, there's my little girl!" Cody Spoke

"Dada!" Emma ran towards Cody in excitement

"Dada's Ok, See Emma?" Y/N Hummed

Y/N sat back down while Cody played with the Toddler

"What do you want for breakfast kiddo?" Cody Asked

"Pancakes" Emma Said

Cody looked a little stunned

"Don't worry Codes, My mom used to live in Philadelphia, there's a Burger King across the street from the arena, in the plaza. I'll order it in my app and sprint there-" Y/N sighed

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Cody and Y/N Sat and snuggled together as Emma ate her pancakes and watched a cartoon on Y/N's Phone.

"I love Emma so much" Y/n spoke

"I really wish I could have another kid-"

"Why wait? We could start now."

"Ye- CODY!" Y/N Tapped Cody's head

"Not infront of Emma!" Y/N jokingly shouted

"It's 10:35am let's go, we gotta go to a meet and greet-" Cody changed the subject

"Alright." Y/N said

"C'mon Emmy, Uncle Jey and Uncle Kevin will be there too" Cody said, Picking up the 6 year old

#wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown #wwe #wwe raw #cody rhodes #cody rhodes fic #cody rhodes fanfiction #❤️😭 #wrestlemania 40 #wrestlemania

[yunholuvrr]

we all need love chapter 7.

chapter summary: New friends help relieve old worries

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: nightmares, some anxiety & self deprecation all that jazz, miscommunication, let me know if i should add anything else

word count: 3.4k

note: sorry idk why this took me so much longer to get out ????? lmao but i'll try to update the next few chapters a bit quicker. its just starting to get Real i think

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You sit up instantly, scanning the room for any sign of him. The bed is empty, his clothes are gone, everything looks like it did when you left for dinner. For a second you consider texting him, but the thought makes you nauseous, and you can’t find your phone anyway. 

“Yunho?” No response. Maybe he wandered out into the living room? You make cautious steps down the hallway, hoping he appears around the corner. Nothing. A tear makes its way down your cheek, but you refuse to believe it. Is any of his stuff here? You glance at the front door, but all the shoes are yours. 

[Yunho] Did you think I wouldn’t find out?

Your phone buzzes in your hand. Have you been holding it this whole time? His text glows back at you and you keel over in anxious pain. The floor is cold beneath you, some relief to your skin that’s burning with fear.

[Yunho] You’re a liar, aren’t you?

[Yunho] Maybe your college friends were right.

“What did I do?” You cry out in confusion. He had such a good time with you last night, at least you thought. Did he go through your phone? Did you say something in your sleep? Nothing about this made sense. You sink even lower onto the ground, wet cheek making contact with your living room floor. Goosebumps cover your arms as you silently sob a puddle of tears under you, emptiness aching in your gut like an illness. 

After the tears and countless questions rattling in your head end, deep exhaustion washes over you again. You feel the buzz of your phone, laying only a few inches  from your head on the floor, but you quite honestly would rather die in this very spot than check it. It buzzes again, and then a third time. You only shut your eyes tighter, too annoyed and confused and exhausted and empty to move.

“Baby?” Yunho’s voice feels distant, but you hear it. Great, now you’re so delirious you’ve started hallucinating. He calls out again, but you just press your head impossibly closer to the floor and tuck your arms into your chest. Your tears have gotten all over your face by now, but the unpleasant stickiness is nothing compared to the gnawing guilt.

“Baby, your alarm…” Yunho props himself up on an elbow and peers over your shoulder. Your face is scrunched in concentration. Fear, even? He doesn’t know, but he gives you a gentle shake. 6:35am. You hadn’t turned off your alarms for the weekend, and by the looks of it you wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. He gently reaches a hand over your frame, silencing the alarm and hugging you in the process. Whatever dream you were fighting through was seemingly soothed by his presence, not enough to wake you up but enough for you to relax. He kept his eyes trained on your facial expression until he was sure you were peacefully asleep, and then silently dozed off himself.

Unfortunately, your free room and board didn’t come with blackout curtains, and by the time 10am rolled around the sun made a direct effort to shine across your face. A dull headache was the first sensation you could register, quickly followed by Yunho’s breath fanning across your neck, sending goosebumps down your skin. Your whole body flinched before it could remember what was reality and what wasn’t, stirring Yunho in the process. He only pulls you closer and throws a leg over your hip, cuddling you to no end as you get your bearings. The gesture is sweet, but it contrasts too much with the residual nightmare dread you feel in your gut.

Slipping out of his arms was difficult, but you make your way to the living room. Sure enough, his shoes are at your front door and snack wrappers still litter your coffee table. You realize you hadn’t put away your switch either, and you make a mental note to charge it later. For now, you just need some distance and distractions before you get sucked into your own thoughts. 

It’s Yunho’s turn to wake up alone, stretching his long limbs across your mattress as his consciousness slowly comes back. The pillows smell like you and he smiles to himself. It’s too soon to say he’s falling in love, he won’t make that same mistake twice, but he sure could get used to mornings enveloped in your scent.

“There you are!” Your head snaps up from your cup of tea at the deep voice, finding Yunho standing shamelessly in only his underwear, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Good morning,” you smile, returning to your drink as he wraps his arms around you and rests his head atop yours. He hugs you as if you’ve known each other your whole lives, and for a moment you genuinely forget your dream.

“How’d you sleep baby?” He kisses your cheek. “I turned off your alarms for you, you seemed stressed.”

You open your mouth to respond, hoping you can formulate some lie, but your body reacts first, shivering in his arms. The words get caught in your throat and you only manage to let out a squeak, followed by an unconvincing cough. Great, now he thinks you’re crazy.

He hums disapprovingly and pats your back a few times, “bad dream?” You silently nod and take a sip of your tea as he runs his hands along your body to calm you down. 

The morning moves slowly, Yunho putting his endless energy to use by tidying up around the place while you scroll lazily through your phone. You can’t seem to shake the feeling of impending doom every time you make eye contact with him, but if he notices he doesn’t mention it, opting to quietly cuddle you once he’s done cleaning. Despite everything, the warmth of his touch is still comforting. 

By the time noon rolls around he’s getting ready to “hit the gym with the boys,” and you exchange a kiss that lasts just a tad too long to be innocent, squeezing your waist and flashing a familiar smirk before leaving your apartment for good. You would be lying if you said you wanted him to stay longer, conflicting feelings pooling in your stomach and making you dizzy. His presence is undeniably comforting and the ghost of his hands and lips on you still sends pleasant shivers down your spine, but paranoia overwhelms you. 

The simple, logical answer of course would be to tell him everything. But you think up damn near every possible reaction he could have, most of them toxic and scary, and decide against it. What you really need to do is get out of your own head, which is a bit difficult when all your friends are also his friends, but you know it’ll help. 

Wooyoung may very well be inside your walls because as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he’s hitting your line. You accept after one ring, sealing your fate. “Hello?”

“Please tell me everything that happened right now or else I'll die. I’m being serious,” he talks so fast you barely comprehend what he’s asking. When you take a second to respond he backtracks, “only if you’re comfortable!”

“I’m fine it’s just that,” the words get caught in your throat. Something about recalling the night before makes you feel even guiltier.

“Is he there with you still? Oh my god, did he like, sleep over?”

“Wooyoung!”

“Sorry!” You can just imagine the way his eyes are widening in defense, “I don’t wanna know those details anyway. Just wanted to see if it went well!”

“You’re so,” you sigh, chuckling, “look. We went to dinner and then back to my place to play games and yes, he did stay the night. Although he left to go to the gym just now, I thought he’d be going with you all.”

Wooyoung scoffs so loudly it almost hurts your ears, “Oh absolutely not! He’s probably with San and Yeosang right now, maybe Jongho. But me? I’m not spending a perfectly good Saturday getting sweaty.”

You laugh, practically feeling the anxiety melt away. “What are you spending this perfectly good Saturday doing?”

“Oh, probably checking out this new thrift store near work, and then I might grab a bite to eat with Mingi.” You nod approvingly and then remember he can’t see you, opting to hum instead. “You’re welcome to come with if you don’t have more plans with your loverboy.”

“He is not!” You start, but he shushes you, probably tutting his finger.

“He is and you enjoy it! I’ll text you the address, be there in an hour or else,” he giggles and hangs up before you can respond, thoroughly satisfied with teasing you.

Walking around the city with Wooyoung is a nice change of pace. There is no pressure, no butterflies in your stomach, no silent gestures to fixate on. He’s the embodiment of lighthearted vibes you need to clear your head. He fits right in with the bustling streets and sunny weekend weather. This is what your summer should be, casual hangouts with friends that are easy on your heart.

The clothes this particular thrift store has aren’t really your style, but you happily watch your coworker zoom up and down the aisles, a steady pile of fabrics hanging over his arm. You are quickly tasked with the job of carrying even more for him, going well past the limit of what’s allowed in the dressing room at one time. Luckily, no one seems to care as he stumbles behind a curtain, sending you a playful wink before leaving you alone with the rest of his items.

“Finding everything okay?” A staff member passes by, smiling at the pile you’re struggling to keep in order.

“Oh yeah, my friend’s just trying on some stuff,” you gesture to the curtain.

“Perfect! They can put anything they don’t want on this rack over here,” you nod and they disappear back into the aisles. Some part of you wonders if they have someone to come home to once they get off work, or if they’re in relationship turmoil just like you. What an odd thing to think about a stranger.

You struggle to get your phone out of your bag without dropping all of Wooyoung’s clothes, checking Yunho’s messages for the 100th time that day. It was so obviously a dream, a nightmare, but you still worry. Instead, one new message stares back at you.

[Yunho] Hi baby! I have some more errands to run this weekend, but I will come bother you at work, i promise :D 

The text goes unacknowledged as Wooyoung slides from behind the curtain a few seconds later, making jazz hands. “How sexy do I look in this?”

You fake a look of disgust, looking him up and down before shoving the rest of clothes in his arms, “hottest man on earth, now stop using me as a human hanger and try the rest on.” He only giggles and does a quick twirl, taking the rest back into the dressing room.  

Wooyoung ended up buying every item he picked up except a blazer that “made his frame too wide” and jeans that were “not oversized enough.” He must’ve taken longer than you both expected, because when you walk back out into the bustling city Mingi is already waiting for you.

“Do you want me to carry a bag?” He chuckles, sliding his phone into his pocket and walking with you both.

“It’s not that heavy,” Wooyoung lifts the bags a few times for proof, “but when we get back to my place I need to show you some fits.”

“We’re going to your place?” You chime in.

“Oh yeah! I’m thinking we just pick up some food and head back to eat if that’s okay with y’all?” The smaller man offers. You and Mingi agree, choosing a nearby fast food place. You were tasked with ordering online beforehand while Mingi would head inside and carry the food back to Wooyoung’s apartment. You were in and out in under a minute, moving together like a well oiled, McDonald’s driven machine. 

Jongho was right when he said Wooyoung’s place was even farther than San’s. The building was in a part of town you didn’t recognize, and the trip was longer than you thought. From what you can see from the kitchen, the layout is about the same as the other boys’, maybe a bit larger. Tall black curtains and furniture with silver accents fill the space. You can’t quite place the scent wafting through the air, but it’s a cologne that matches Wooyoung’s personality.

“Soooooo,” he plops down at the kitchen counter next to Mingi and across from you, digging into the first brown bag, “spill the beans.”

You give him a confused look, opening your own bag and pulling out a few greasy boxes. Wooyoung doesn’t elaborate, instead opting to stuff his face with a burger and let Mingi do the talking.

“Your date with Yunho,” he clarifies, “we want a rundown!”

“Oh, I see,” you fiddle with a sauce packet, unsure where to go. Mingi was nice, he liked you as much as anyone else, but you haven’t talked to him much since starting work. You don’t trust yourself to give them a recap without exposing your dilemma, though, so you resolve to ask for general advice. He knows more about his best friend than you do after all.

“Did something happen?” His brows furrow, taking your thoughtful silence as something worse.

“Yunho didn’t do anything, no,” you start, “but I did want to ask for some advice? I have some things to think about.”

Wooyoung chokes on his burger, “oh my god, do you like, not like him anymore?”

You shake your head frantically and Mingi chuckles, “We can help you out, but did dinner go well at least?”

You recount the night for them, watching their faces twist in faux disgust at the mention of him coming over. Mingi nodded understandingly at his competitive nature, and Wooyoung found it cute that he let you play the music. Mature details aside, they were filled in on just about everything. Everything except your nightmare.

“So, what’s the problem? This sounds like a perfect first date,” Wooyoung asks, mouth half full with the last of his burger now. 

“Well she did say he didn’t do anything wrong,” Mingi offers.

“It was everything I could ask for, I’m serious!” You look between the two. Wooyoung is as complacent as ever, ready for anything you say. You would trust him with your entire social life at this point, so it’s not him you’re worried about. Mingi looks back at you patiently, features softened and food placed on the counter.

“I can’t really go into specifics because,” you trail off, but they nod their heads and let you continue, “it’s just that I’m not sure if Yunho will like… every part of me? I don’t know how compatible we are. And I had a dream last night that he turned on me and I guess I’ve just been super paranoid since, even though he’s been nothing but amazing,” you blurt out the last sentence as fast as possible, hoping it doesn’t sound as stupid out loud as it does in your head.

It takes them both a second to register your word vomit. Wooyoung’s first reaction is to giggle, which you expected, but Mingi just punches his shoulder and looks at you apologetically, “Don’t pay Wooyoung any mind, I get what you’re saying.”

“You do?” 

“I mean not exactly, and I won’t press you for details,” he doesn’t break eye contact as he gently places a hand over yours on the table, “but I get it. I felt the same when we first became friends.”

“Storytime,” Wooyoung claps his hands excitedly before leaning on one hand, facing Mingi fully.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed this, but Yunho is … very driven. Once he likes you, there’s no convincing him to let you go. It’s all or nothing with him.” Mingi crosses his legs, eyes now wandering aimlessly as he recounts the start of his friendship.

“And he’s not like, outwardly possessive either. Just really passionate, I think,” the smaller man adds.

“Absolutely. He respects people he loves to the ends of the Earth and would never willingly hurt you. But I know it can feel intense. I never became friends with someone faster than I did with him.”

“You guys do seem to know each other really well,” you note.

“Yeah, even if it’s not romantic love, it’s important to him. He wanted to know every little thing about me and I just, I got scared sometimes, y’know?” You giggle, nodding profusely. You don’t know how it hadn’t hit you sooner that Mingi would be just the right person to talk to. “Sometimes I’d tell him things and then immediately think oh shit, what if he thinks I’m a freak? But he never did. We make fun of eachother, sure, but he’s never made me feel bad for who I am.” 

Wooyoung nods in agreement, “I think you should really trust Yunho’s judgment in who he likes. I don’t know what secrets you have, but he wouldn’t have sought after you if he thought you were a creep or something.”

You toss the idea around in your head, seeing how it fits into your idea of Yunho in your head. He is incredibly observant, surely he wouldn’t have made a move after seeing your anxious demeanor without being able to handle it. Right?

“Hopefully that helps,” Mingi locks eyes with you again, “and if you’re worried about how to tell him, trust me when I say it’s so much easier than you think. He’ll give you as much time and space and comfort you need to get it out.”

“Isn’t he just so perfect?” Wooyoung coos, “What a nice boytoy you snagged.” The empty cardboard box you chuck at his head just barely misses, causing a fit of laughter to echo through the apartment. Nerves calmed and belly full, you feel okay. 

The first two days of the week went by in a flash, but Wednesday morning was nothing short of a nightmare. One of the printers buzzed loudly next to Seonghwa as he made a call for someone to fix it, half of the cubicles were uncharacteristically empty, and your desk had two thick folders plopped on top of it. Wooyoung walked in behind you and gasped at the sight before rushing over to the crying printer.

“Hwa, what’s going on?” He mouths, hoping not to interrupt the call. Your supervisor simply ends the call instead, clearly frustrated. 

“Wooyoung look,” he sighs, “I just need you and y/n to get to work as soon as possible. Most of the crew isn’t here today, must be a bug going around.”

“Are we gonna get sick?” You mumble, but Seonghwa just blames it on some social the department had over the weekend, one that all three of you happened to skip. The broken printer must be an unrelated but equally annoying issue, so you decide not to press and instead head straight for the pile of work waiting for you. 

The first folder was a file Seonghwa had promised you a while ago, just some company guidelines pertaining to your work. You had already looked the pdf up online, but having a physical copy might come in handy. The second is heavier and blank on the outside. It must be assignments, but you can’t imagine what. But then you see it, printed in bold red ink on the first page:

Please see me about your performance.

The first few dozen pages contained feedback on what you’ve completed so far, handwritten notes from Seonghwa himself. But as you flip through, more and more pen marks appear. Simple mistakes are circled and crossed out, some tasks you missed altogether highlighted in angry orange marker. You don’t even remember reading some of these in your assignments, but clearly they were there. At the end was a copy of your internship contingencies, a harsh reminder of your situation. 

You collapse onto the desk, ignoring the surprised sound Wooyoung makes next to you. No amount of worrying over your imaginary relationship issues would help you keep your apartment and income. The moment of shame only lasts a few seconds before you snap your head back up, looking directly at Seonghwa’s desk. He’s sitting there staring back at you, a look of pity covering his features. Maybe you’re about to lose everything.

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#yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez series #we all need love fic #yunho series #yunho angst

[a1sh1teruu]

ateez as “one more hour” by tame impala

warnings: murder, yandere themes (san and seonghwa), blood, very dark content so be aware!

wc: +400

i did it for love

i can really see seonghwa and san. they are both very emotional people and even could get too attached to someone or something. that meant, getting rid of anything between you two.

there he stood, sweaty hands clutching your necklace, eyes trained on the man in front of him, gasping for air as he slowly greeted death. “what did you do?” he heard the distressed voice in his head ask. he couldn’t give less of a shit, because he did it for you. you. only you.

his love.

i did it for fun

this is really a mingi and yunho one. this is very close to couldn’t get enough but it still has its limits. they have fun while doing it. the excitement, the bubbly feeling, the fun in hearing them beg for mercy. it was too much fun.

“i didn’t do anything!” the poor woman cried, tears and snot staining her beautiful face. “please,” she begged, on her bruised knees, clutching the man’s boots. “please, let me go! i still have so much to live!”

the dark chuckle she heard coming from the man above her, made her look up with fear in her eyes. “i love it when you beg.” his voice was so soft, it made shivers run down the woman’s spine. “keep going when i end it, yeah?”

couldn’t get enough

jongho and hongjoong. very close to yunho and mingi but a lot worse. they needed it. they needed the adrenaline coming with it. was it excitement, was it the risk of getting caught, or was it already an addiction?

a delighted chuckle resounded through the empty room. “oh, i’m gonna have so much fun with you.” the screams of help made him feel giddy? it felt good. too good. he could do this all night.

the warm blood heating up his skin and the moans and groans of agony filling his ears. the thought of it even lulls him to sleep. 

i did it for fame

wooyoung and yeosang. they love love love the attention. it’s all for the attention. especially when they are the headlines of the news.

“another man was found dead in a container at 6:35am when the garbage disposal were picking up the garbage. it is known that the victim has gone through the same method like the previous victims. this is a murder and we have to find the culprit asap.”

a smile was painting his features as his eyes were fixed on the TV in front of him. he loved the attention so much, even though, no body knew who he was. he still loved it.

#ateez x reader #ateez #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #kim hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #kang yeosang #yeosang x reader #choi san #san x reader #song mingi #mingi x reader #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #choi jongho #jongho x reader #ateez au #yandere ateez

[lols-boso16]

If the batkids were in a group chat

(this will not go well)

6:32am

Tim:Bruce.

Tim:Bruce

Tim:bat

6:33am

Tim:bat

Tim:Dad

Tim:dad

Tim:Father

6:34am

Tim:Answer

Tim:Batman

Bruce:What?

6:35am

Jason:do you only reply to batman?

Bruce:What’s wrong Tim

Tim:Damian hit me

Jason:I hope it hurt

6:36am

Bruce:Jason,

Bruce:And Tim just hit him back

Jason:I’ll do it

Bruce:No

Dick:what’s going on?

Tim:damian hit me

6:37am

Jason:get over it

Dick:Hit him back?

Damian:Why spamming?

Jason:Apparently you hit tim

6:38am

Damian: HES LYING

Dick: …

Danny: th going on?

Tim:NO IM NOT YOU HIT ME

Damian: STOP LYING OR ELSE I WILL HIT YOU

Tim: …

Tim:tw@t

Alfred:Tim, language

6:39am

Damian: HE CALLED ME THE T WORD

Dick: its to early for this

Jason:i need popcorn

Danny: actually, i don’t even wanna know what’s going on…

Bruce: children-

Jason: Shut the fck up im enjoying this

Alfred: Jason watch your language

Bruce: Everyone to sleep, Now.

6:40am

Damian: I didn’t hit him hes just jelous that im more good looking

Tim:In your dreams

Damian: in my dreams you’re a ugly rat which is pretty true just like the fact that im more good looking.

Bruce:Sleep, Now

#Batkids #jason todd #damian wayne #group chat #bruce wayne #batman #dc titans

[butterflydustsarchive]

´ ･ . * 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 ...

ft. miller banks. / @lcnelylullabies​.

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧.

it’s a picture taken from an exhibit she and miller went to together. it was probably one of the best days of her life and she likes to keep it as her lockscreen just to remember it (and because there’s no way ben’s going to do something like with her with her like ever).

'𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞' 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

a mini playlist she listens to while laying on the floor in agony featuring... 

quiet light by the national

nobody gets me by sza

about you by the 1975 

bigger than the whole sky by taylor swift

everything by MUNA

smoke signals by phoebe bridgers

francis forever by mitski

last kiss by taylor swift

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭.

a collection of unsent texts stored in the notes app of her phone. 

text, 1:35am ( unsent ) :

tonight was such a shitty night. ben and i fought about the dumbest shit and i feel so fucking small and stupid and like i won’t ever do anything right and i just wish i could see you. and that’s so fucked because it’s not fair and i know i can’t just run to you after every little thing happens now but i just really need to hear your voice again. i’m too scared to call you though in case you don’t pick up even though i wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t i just miss you and i love you, you know? i really really do love you, miller, and i wish i told you that that night because i don’t know what to do without you. i feel so empty and miserable and everything is just wrong and i regret it all so fucking much and i’m so fucking sorry i think i’ll regret that night for the rest of my life

text, 3:49am ( unsent ) : 

i took a walk earlier tonight around all our old favorite places just to torture myself i guess and now i can’t shut my eyes without seeing you. and i like seeing you, but i also miss you so much that it hurts to see you since i know it’s not real … if that makes sense ? obviously i can’t sleep right now and all i want to do is call you and ask if you remember that night we ditched that weird costume party early (it wasn’t even halloween? i still think that we were about to get initiated into a cult tbh) and got super lost walking home … i hope you do because all i can think about is how i laughed so hard i honestly thought i might puke all over your shoes but it didn’t even matter and i didn’t even care that we had no fucking clue where we were, i was just happy that i was with you. god, i wanted to stay lost with you forever, i think. i don’t know if i’ll ever feel like that again, you know? i don’t think i’ll ever find anyone else like you. don’t think i want anyone else besides you, though

text, 6:01pm ( unsent ) : 

i wish you were here. i wish i could just… god, i don’t know, just fucking see you, somehow. remember that night i came back to your place after my first date with ben? how i just walked in your apartment and crawled in bed with you? i wish i could do that, now. i wish i could do that every day, honestly, just come home and lay with you and listen to you read to me and fall asleep to the sound of your voice. i don’t know what i could offer you besides a non-burnt meal every once in a while but i genuinely don’t think i’ve ever been as happy as when i was with you, no matter what we were doing or where we were. it always felt so real, you know? real and good and right and it doesn’t feel like any of that, anymore. i hope it does for you, though, that it exists for you outside of us. i just want you to be happy, more than anything

text, 12:16am ( unsent ) : 

it’s officially your birthday and i don’t know if i should actually text you or not or if that would make things worse but i’m sad thinking about how this will be one of the first birthdays in a long time that we won’t be together, no joint party or anything. i never really loved birthdays or birthday parties until i met you because at least then i had someone to commiserate with, you know? i didn’t have to pretend to be okay with all the attention and be excited and happy that i was getting older, with you. i miss our little party that we through for just us,  and you. think i might go to the library today just to feel like i’m close to you somehow, or maybe i’ll see if that new bookstore we used to walk by is finally open and i’ll buy you something even though i have no idea when you’ll ever get it. sounds kind of depressing now that i think about it so maybe i’ll just lay in the floor instead (happy birthday i love you)

text, 11:43pm ( unsent ) :

fuck, miller, i really miss you. i miss kissing you and feeling your skin on mine and your fingers on my waist and thigh and how i always felt so beautiful when you looked at me in that way you did and how you smelled and tasted and sounded and god, it wasn’t only ever just about sex for me but it was good, wasn’t it? it was always more than just sex. i know i’m not doing myself any favors thinking about you like this but i can’t help it. do you touch anybody like you used to touch me? does anybody touch you like i used to? it’s not anything like how it was with you with him. it’s not right, but i always just end up faking it so it can be over, and then i lay there while he sleeps and wonder what the fuck is wrong with me for hours on end. it’s so fucking embarrassing!!!!! i try to pretend it’s you sometimes when he touches me to see if it helps but it’s not the same and it won’t ever be the same because anyone could touch me but they’re not you. they’ll never be you and i think i’m okay with you being the only person i’ll ever have that with 

text, 7:22pm ( unsent ) :

im hiding in the bathroom at thsi stupid fancy dinner for my parents and maaaaaybe im very drunk already but wow is this not absolutely fucking unbearable ! i hate it hwen ben looks at me or tries to hold my hand its always so sweaty and weird i hate having to pretend that i love him and that im sooo excited to marry him when im not! im really fucking not. i cant even imagine being his wife because i love you and you’re all i fuckgin think about and i jsut. i dont knwo what to do without you miller i don’t know how to exist and feel okay about it or even pretend that i’m okay with it when i’ve never been more fucking miserable in my life and i dont want to marry him i want you . all i ever fuckign want is you and if it were you that asked me i wouldve said yes and i would've meant it evne now or when we’re old. i wouldve and im sorry im a wreck i dont know why you love me but ill always want you even if im with him

#´ ･ . * 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 ╱ devon & miller. #i dont claim responsibility for any of this. click at ur own risk! #(im in pain)

[certifiedtarotbarbie]

A Realistic Morning Routine for the working girly...

As you guys may know I am in the process of creating my dream girl and a part of that if you haven't read my 12 Characteristics of my dream girl post is OPTIMIZING MY TIME BY SIMPLIFYING PROCESSES.

One of the most important aspects of the day is the morning routine. While I love the long soft life morning routines, I do truly aspire to live that life. My reality right now is working 10+ hour days, commuting 45 minutes one-way. So I can only afford a slimmed-down weekday morning routine if I don't want to sacrifice sleep. So here it is, the morning routine for a working girl.

TOTAL TIME: 1hr 20mins

6am - rising & morning pep talk, & gratitude

6:05am to 6:10am - drink water & take vitamins (i drink water before brushing my teeth so my body knows what enzymes to make, this is also beneficial for the immune system)

6:10am to 6:30/35am - this is my personal time, I use this time to stretch pray, meditate, & journal. I don't do all of these every day but I go based on my mood. This time is really about checking in with yourself

6:30am to 7am - this is time to get dressed and ready for the day since I pick my clothes out on Sundays for the week this is quick and easy. I will brush my teeth if I haven't already, take a quick shower (10mins) and slick my hair back into a bun or fluff my wash and go. My make-up is simple INNBEAUTY Face Glaze, mascara, and sometimes a little blush/highlighter...

7am to 7:10am - I will make my breakfast and pack my lunch if I haven't already (sometimes I do this the night before). Breakfast is usually vegan yogurt or oatmeal with fruit and honey, I put granola in the yogurt as well. I have a thermos for food and one for tea as well. Right now I am enjoying a sweet tangerine blend with ashwagandha for the morning time. I’ll enjoy these when I get to work.

7:10am to 7:20am - I pack my bag for the day, most of the time the same items remain but i like to clean out receipts & organize cash. Grab an umbrella if needed etc... and I will smoke as well usually I have a joint rolled from the night before. I must be out the door by 7:20 lest I be late haha.

[hotwheelschili]

I had a nightmare that 2 guys with guns came into my uncles house to rob it while I was alone with all of the children, my two little siblings and my 3 cousins, I woke up so scared and it was like 5:35am. It’s already 6:05am and I really wanna go to sleep but needed to calm down myself a bit so here I am on the tumblr night shift

[suntreekid]

A compilation of some of my favourite live tweets from the cast

#I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #THIS ENERGY. I NEED MORE OF IT #THE BISEXUALITY IS STRONG TONIGHT #GENUINELY THEY ALL MEAN SO MUCH TO ME IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #critical role #matt mercer #Ashley Johnson #travis willingham #liam o'brien #Marisha ray #laura Bailey #it’s 6:35am I need to go to sleep #my post

[venenatd]

atsumu x reader; motion sickness - chapter two.

summary; the morning after the night before. waking up with a hangover, reader pieces together what went down last night as well as trying to escape from her hookup asap. i wonder how that’ll work out.

content warnings; nsfw content, marks left from sex (scratches), talking about an abusive ex (use of silent treatment/love bombing), oral (m and f receiving), sex

a/n; i hope you enjoy this. i decided to change up the pacing a little so it flows better, and combined chapter 2 and 3. therefore this is a far longer chapter (8k+ words). also, idk if this needs warning but reader says that previous hookups haven’t led to orgasm before??? just in case i guess!

ao3 | series masterlist | main masterlist | 18+ minors dni

If you could describe the feeling in your head as one thing, it would be soft dough. Soft dough that is currently being harshly kneaded by your alarm.

With bleary eyes you just try and make your phone shut up for two seconds, flopping back into the softness of your morning safety net. Your head hurts. Your legs hurt. The familiar ache that always burns in your thighs is exemplified by something.

“G’mornin’ Goldie.”

Make that someone.

His voice is low and soft and alarming to every sense. Artificial blond tufts of hair, and his tanned skin are all you can make out. You remember the appeal of his broad and muscular shoulders, how well the shirt fitted. It takes a few blinks for you to figure out if the deep red scratches that mark the expanse of his back suit him as much as the top.

“I think you should, uh, go.” Your voice is shot, and the attitude makes you cringe. There’s enough time for niceties, and you try to settle for something sweeter. “Please.”

“Why? It’s my room.”

If the dull throbbing of your head wasn’t enough of an indicator of how much you drank last night, flicking your eyes around the room to finally take in your surroundings is. There’s a suitcase and duffle bag (that definitely aren’t yours) by the chairs and side table. The art is different. It’s a bigger room all together, with a small couch area attached. 

You look back at the regret beside you, and he starts to twist, arm going to wrap around your waist.

It’s enough of an incentive to pull yourself from the warmth of the bed, grabbing whatever you can as quickly as possible. 

“You can stay, y’know,” Atsumu’s eyes are blinking slowly, watching you in total bemusement as you scamper round the room, pulling on your skirt. It’s not that you don’t want to. Just the idea of settling next to another body, his heat radiating where your skin meets. It's a comfort you haven’t felt in a while. You’re not sure you want to feel it. 

You’re not adverse to hookups, allowing someone else into your body. The afterglow and next morning go deeper than any act of desire. It seeps into your veins. 

“I’ve got to go,” Usually you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to have to make the decision, either leaving once your partner's breath slows just enough, or escorting them out quickly enough. You certainly weren’t stupid enough to loose your clothes most of the time. “Where—”

“By the door.”

“Thanks.” 

Leaving the bedroom with an arm wrapped around your chest, Atsumu sits himself up on elbows to check his phone. It tells him it’s 6:47am and that the MSBY group chat was busy last night.

ginger // 12:35am

>> where are u tsumu?????

kou-bo // 12:35am

>> SMOOCHING ON TEAM NIGHT???

>> unbelievable

>> and i trsted you to spend time with us (∩︵∩)

ginger // 12:37am

>> please come back kou is crying

kou-bo // 12:38am

>> dont tell tsum tsum that hes alredy curhsed my heart <///3

>> m not cryinh

captain // 12:40am

>> i thought i told you not to get drunk.

>> go to sleep. 

>> now.

There’s more back and forth as Bokuto’s spelling gets worse and worse, then devolves into talk about Akaashi, and Atsumu gives up reading. 

You skittishly reappear, this time with a bra on, and your shirt in your hands. 

“Thanks to you this is still wet,” you begin, and Atsumu tries not to make the obvious joke, “so I need to steal the hotel robe.”

He’s grinning like a sleepy fool, nestling back into the covers. “Just grab somethin’ of mine, I don’t mind. Think of it as payment.”

“I think you did enough of that already... Uh, sorry about your back.”

The blonde’s breathing is slow again, and he lets out a murmur of affirmation. You head to where his bags sit against the chair and pull out the softest thing your hands find: a burgundy hoodie. 

You gather your phone and purse, tucking the shirt that stinks of stale beer in. Not one to spend too long on goodbyes, you quickly make your leave.

As you go to the door, Atsumu’s voice emerges once again, thick with sleep. 

“Why ya goin’ so early anyway?”

“I told you. I’m competing.”

And like that you’re gone.

Getting used to early mornings is something that shouldn’t be assumed possible. As you reach the rink your eyes are still heavy with dust, remnants of last night's eyeliner clinging on. Burgundy hoodie still hugs you, but with leggings swapped for the skirt. You don’t remember much of the night’s events. Of course the drink being spilled, talking and flirting with the spiller. He was fun and entertaining, a certain glint in his eye enchanting you. 

But after you left the bar, it all starts to swim a little. Bumping into one another, definitely kissing. You thought you led him to your hotel room, and somehow it happened to be the hotel you were both staying at. God forbid you meet Atsumu at the breakfast buffet. 

As you begin your warm up stretches your body is constantly reminding you of the night's events. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, him pushing so deeply into you. Lunges make your mind flash back to being on all fours. It’s annoying you have no memory of how good it was. Just flashes of positions. 

The scratches on his back make you think it was good though. 

“You need to get deeper into that stretch.”

Faiz’s words bring you out of your thoughts, and you hope he doesn’t catch on to the warmth in your cheeks. 

“So,” he extends the ‘oh’ raising an all too inquisitive brow, “did you get lucky?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh you did!” he’s laughing at you, and you lift a hand from your downward dog to flip a middle finger at him. “Well hopefully he taught you something. God knows you need it.”

“Hey?!” Your indignance makes him chuckle, apologising but only half meaning it. Faiz, for how good he is as a coach and a friend, does not feel much need in holding back. You’re both aware of how your dance, meant to be based on the ideas of romance and seduction, is not faring well. 

You both make your way to the ice, you getting more pent up the more Faiz nudges at you. The entire competitive season you’ve received harsh judgement from scores and the media about your performance. ‘The free dance falls flat’, ‘with a little more oomf, she’d be amazing!’, ‘maybe she’s just too uptight for love or passion’. 

No matter how hard you tried, the routine was a series of movements. No special spark. Nothing that made it stand out. And it had been getting to you. 

Why can't you just show love? It should be easy to fake. Smiling and blushing and twirling around as if it’s something sweet. It never quite works.

On the rink, you practice each element and routine on repeat. As much as you adore him, Faiz is being as brutal as ever.

"I don't get why you can't just feel the music, the love and passion. Have you ever seen a rom-com?" 

If looks could kill, you'd most certainly have an arrest warrant after you.

"Of course I have. Look! I don't know, I keep trying and trying but maybe I'm just not meant for," your hands gesture wildly in the air, "for love!" 

"But you have been in love before, no?" 

Ugh. "Sort of." 

"I'm not sure love is a 'sort of' kinda topic." 

"It was with him, okay?" You say through gritted teeth.

"Okay," Faiz can tell he's hit a nerve, and whilst he's more than happy to press into it when it comes to skating, your eyes are a little too sad this time. Being your coach means he’s seen pretty much all your ups and downs, knows you far beyond friendship. 

Your ex had been interesting to say the least when it came to love. Saying the L-word so quickly after you started dating hit you like a train. Then the carriages ran you over too, as he got madder and angrier that you didn’t feel ready to say it back.

“I don’t fucking get it. I do everything I can for you.”

“We’re reading the same book! You’re just a couple chapters ahead of me,” you had smiled. His face stayed unmoving, cold and still.

You’d learned from that day that silence was far worse than shouting. Even when you eventually had said it, after days of pressure, he didn’t believe you. So you would stir it into his tea, flavour food with it, kiss it into his skin and try to get the meaning of love into his veins. 

Time got spotty when you thought back to him, how you couldn’t distinguish when and how it flipped from him asking you to say you loved him, to you saying it every moment you could. That desperate for him to break that cold facade, to smile at you. 

At some point you started believing that you did in fact love him. Would it have hurt so much if you didn’t? So, sort of would have to do. 

Your morning is spent twinging at aching muscles, doing spins and jumps again and again. Faiz constantly bickering at you to just let it flow, to use whatever happened last night to inspire you. But you can’t remember last night, and all you want is bed and warmth and to forget about the notion of love.

It’s only a couple of hours after your exit that Atsumu wakes. His, unlike yours, is an unrushed morning. Flicking to some random channel on the TV, drinking coffee from the complimentary pods. He finally responds to the group chat, only to be met with teasing about bailing on guys night. 

It was somewhat of a ritual for the team. The last hurrah before the intensity of competition begins. Typically the nights would start with Sakusa excusing himself early, despite the pouting and omi-omi’s Atsumu would attempt. They would end with Koutarou whining about missing Keiji, and Atsumu finding someone to distract himself with. 

Seems Hinata had to deal with Bo last night, and Atsumu had definitely succeeded with a satisfying all encompassing distraction. 

He steps into the shower, getting rid of the sweat and drowsiness from his body. It stings as he turns his back to the spray, and for a moment he wonders why. ‘Sorry about your back’. Quickly hopping out the walk in, Atsumu studies his reflection. 

The mirror reveals deep reddened lines that trail down his back, noticeable enough he scoffs at them. “Jesus,” he whispers, moving back into the shower to wash. 

There’s something about it that sends a shiver up his spine. The idea of being marked from the pleasure he gave you. He can’t remember it well enough, but he hopes he gave you something to remember him by too. 

It's not something he'd admit to anyone else, but he's half disappointed you didn't scrawl your number on the pad by the phone. He’s more disappointed he checked it just in case.

The morning goes by easily, a jog being a welcome break in the monotony. It clears the last of the hangover from his mind, and by the afternoon training session, Atsumu is his usual energized self. 

He’s greeted with a few whistles and howls in the locker room, and meets it with eye-rolls. 

“There he is! Mr. Bailing-Guys-Night!” 

“Ah jeez, you really not gonna let that go?" He gets down on one knee with open arms, "Please, Bo, I beg of you. Forgive me.” 

Koutarou responds to Atsumu’s dramatics with his own, lip wobbling and eyes going wide, “Tsum-Tsum, we missed you.”

“I did not miss you,” Sakusa adds from beneath his mask.

“Kiyoomi was near sobbing ‘Tsumu,” Shoyo grins at him, before elbowing Kou in the ribs, “and Bo was full on sobbing.” 

Atsumu accepts the hand offered to him, pulling himself off his knee and goes to swap his shirt, only to be met with more hollering. 

“What was she, a lion?!” from Bo.

“A wolf?” Shoyo adds with delight, “no! A jackal!” 

“Please shut up.” Kiyoomi states as Bokuto and Hinata are struggling to breathe between laughter, giving Atsumu a devastating once over.

Practice is an assault on Atsumu's body, one that he enjoys even after all this time. Drills and repetitive movements seep into his brain, taking over his thoughts. But not entirely. 

He wonders why you're saying you're competing. Not that it even matters, but such a bold faced fib has just got his mind wandering. Maybe you meant you were a manager, your team was competing. But why such an early start? The team that unruly you need to be an iron fist for them?

It’s stupid, but it bugs Atsumu enough he goes and asks Foster who the first team on the roster for the court were this morning. Upon receiving an answer he gets his phone out and googles- god, why is he googling- their team. You're most certainly not their manager. Or for the team after that.

Accepting defeat and the fact that he really shouldn't care this much about a one night stand, Atsumu pockets his phone again, and lets his focus return to volleyball. 

Meian gathers the team around in the locker room to go over the last minute details. A few days of media, interviews and such. Press junkets for some sponsorships. They’re for the most part boring, just going on about the team and ‘trying our best!’, but the attention makes it a little interesting. Then it’ll be the first match and concentration time. 

The team and Atsumu have traditions. A final night of drinks, picking out a postcard and magnet from each city to put on the fridge of their home training ground. Then each player has their own little good luck charms. Bokuto’s is a call for calming down with Akaashi. Hinata goes to the bathroom, which is weird, but works. Atsumu has a sweater from high school. He’ll wear it each day after practice between guys night and the first match. Washing it so many times over the years has softened the fabric, and even though it’s slightly more snug than before, he cherishes it. 

So why, when searching for the maroon hoodie of his dreams, does he not find it?

Fuck, something like this could throw him off his game. 

“Are you alright, Miya?” Sakusa asks quietly. For all his taunts, he can pick up on the behavioural changes of his team quite astutely.

“My hoodie… I know I packed it,” Atsumu starts to take everything out the duffel, knowing that there will be no hint of red in there. 

Kiyoomi sighs tentatively. But he does care. “Well, where did you last see it?”

“If I knew that Omi, I wouldn’t be losin’ it now, would I?” 

“Do you want my help?” 

Sakusa’s tone is sharp, but he’s clearly trying to help. Atsumu is worrying his lip, letting out a murmured “sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just, don’t panic. It’ll be in your hotel room.” 

Despite his passive exterior, Kiyoomi is somehow one of the few people that can calm him in a few sentences. So, after a few deep breaths, Atsumu packs his duffel bag back up and tries to stay as neutral as his friend. 

Hinata and Bokuto are as hyper as ever, and he almost starts to feed off them as they head back to the hotel. Plans are made for the evening, watching some old matches together and reviewing any moves that may pop up. As he waves goodbye to his teammates, Atsumu heads back to his room, nearing a good mood.

It sobers up quickly as he routes through his suitcase. No hoodie. Then he goes through the room, checking under pillows, and under the perfectly made up bed. Obviously no success. It’s equal parts frustrating and worrying. Yes, Atsumu knows in reality he’s a good- well, great- volleyball player. He loves his sport. But once something had become so routine he knows feeling slightly off about it could affect his performance. Just as someone being too loud on the court could, it swings him more than he’d like to admit.

omi-omi // 4:35pm

>>Any luck?

Me // 4:35pm

>> no :/

omi-omi // 4:36pm

>> Could Osamu have it? Mixed it up somehow?

That’s when it dawns on him. Samu is (for once) out of the way of Atsumu’s path. You, however, are most certainly not. “She didn’t…” he mutters to no one but himself. Having been nice enough to offer you a shirt was one thing, but that hoodie… 

Atsumu needs it back.

For most people, Atsumu’s slightly narrowed eyes and grin cocked to one side is a winning combination. The smoulder, as Bokuto would come to call it. He’s pulling it out now, a last ditch attempt at persuasion. Honey eyes gleam with charm, eyebrows raised enough to show interest. But the grey wiry haired woman in front of him seems unfazed, mouth remaining in a straight line.

“Sir, I told you,” she’s trying her best to keep her voice customer friendly, but she looks entirely done, “I cannot give you their room or,” she raises her voice as Atsumu starts to open his mouth, “or phone number. First name alone is not enough.” 

His head drops for a moment, before checking the name tag and smiling back at the woman. “Thank you for all your help, Claudia.”

“Have a good evening, Sir.” 

“Yeah, you too.” 

Atsumu turns away, and he almost screams. 

“Claudia! It’s her!” 

“Sir?”

Coming back from the gym, you were slow and sluggish, finally using the last of your little energy. A nap, and then dinner, and then more sleep. That was all you wanted. Yawning and stretching, you’re making your way through the lobby, ready for the coziness awaiting you.

Instead, there’s a blonde hurtling towards you at a rapid pace. “I told you she was here! I got her!” 

“You what?!” 

He’s hurtled towards you, grabbing your arm and dragging you as if to present you to the poor woman behind the counter. She gives you both a tight lipped smile, evidently done with her entire evening. Next he’s pulling you away from the other guests queued up, and you’re being rushed and tugged in every direction. If this is what he’s like sober, maybe the muscles aching weren’t such a good sign.

Bringing you to a quiet space, firm hands grab your shoulders, and you look up to the slightly wild eyes meeting your own. Oh god. 

“Hey.”

“Hi.” 

His eyes soften, becoming warm pools of honey as he searches your face. “You have something of mine.”

“I do?” you squeak. Then your mind flashes back to this morning, the hoodie you tossed on to make your way down the hall and return to your own room. You calm your voice from any trembling as you echo, “I do.” 

“I know I didn’t specify what you could have, and I’m real sorry darlin’, but I need that one back.” He’s staring at you with a lopsided smile that you’re sure most would melt at.

“So much for repayment, hmm?” You sidestep him, headed towards the elevator. For a moment, his heart drops, watching after you. Not that he’d be opposed to annoying you every time he sees you until the hoodie is back in his clutches, but Atsumu isn’t going to go so far as to follow you to your room. Then you pause, turning back to him, “you coming?” and he’s like a puppy all over again, quickly at your heel. 

The elevator feels slower than normal. The air thick and heavy as you each rest against opposite walls. You both make stilted attempts at conversation, each lasting a couple of sentences. 

Walking along an awkwardly patterned carpet, you let him into your room. Much smaller than the one you spent the night in, there’s just the bed with a little side table. It’s fairly messy, only neatened by the staff into small piles. And in the middle of it all, there’s the goods. Many would call Atsumu dramatic, but that’s the furthest thing from his mind as he thinks maroon has never looked so beautiful.

He’s holding and smoothing over the fabric as you eye him with a brow raised. “I’m sorry for taking something so important to you. I just picked what was easiest.” 

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just sorry you had to leave in such a rush,” he stretches forward, examining the hoodie further. It makes the shirt he’s wearing lift a little, revealing the deep V on his torso and a little happy trail. You scold yourself before you get too distracted. Why are you even looking? Jesus. 

Thankfully, the man in front of you is far from paying attention. 

“Yeah, I just had plans, y’know how it is.” The slight strain in your voice is enough for Atsumu to be brought down from his hoodie induced high. His limited experience of you has provided him with evidence that you’re usually quick to snap back, tone coated in sarcasm. So why are you acting shy all of a sudden? 

“I was enjoyin’ how cozy you were next to me. Even with the snoring.”

“Excuse me?” 

“You’re excused, Goldie. The snores were worth it.”

“I do not snore.”

“You kinda do,” he pauses over each syllable. Your face is doing that thing again. Trying so hard not to break into laughter, to let him know he’s doing well and being rewarded with your giggles. It’s annoying how his soft accent and boyish grin win you over so quickly. “I think you’re some sorta feral animal. Snoring, living in this mess—”

“It’s not that bad—”

“Clawing my back.”

That shuts you up. The tension is back, travelling from the elevator and spreading all around the room. You try to keep your voice even and cool, “Sorry again for that.” 

“Why would you be sorry?” He takes a step closer to you, and waits to see if you take a step back. You don’t, stuck in place with chains of oozing charisma. Honeyed eyes watch your own flick between his features. 

You make an attempt to step out of the tension, looking to the side and away from the massive presence in front of you. “I don’t even remember doing it.” 

Playing aloof can only get you so far you find out, as you let out a tight smile and reignite eye contact with Atsumu.

“Want me to remind you?”

Yes, dear god, yes.

He makes another stride in your direction, leaving barely any distance between you. You stick a hand out as if to stop him, letting your palm rest on his abdomen. Where you can now most definitely feel the ‘V’ line you were checking out earlier. With narrowed eyes you search his face for a reason to say no. 

You don’t find it. 

With a slow breath, your hand travels upwards, feeling and crossing the firm planes of his muscles. Feeling his stomach tighten, not in order to show off his abs, but out of excitement and intrigue. It brings a little smile to the corner of your mouth, which he watches closely. Waiting so patiently. 

Mapping across his body, the hair on Atsumu’s arms starts to rise, for you are so soft and gentle to his large and hard. Fingers trail gracefully up to his pectoral, and you wish you could feel if his heart was racing. Finally your digits make their way to his collarbone, and dragging fingertips across his neck. 

Atsumu’s eyes flutter, and his lips part. The gentlest sigh passes between them, and you wrap your hand behind his neck, pulling him towards you. 

Your lips slot together, soft for a second, before you grasp onto his hair and bring him deeper. 

He cups your face, a thumb at your jaw makes you open your lips more. Licking into your mouth and happy with how receptive you are, Atsumu closes on to your waist. Large palms spread across your back, before one closes around your waist, the other on your hip. He wants your body against his, pressed to him in all it’s warmth. 

Your bodies do not remain still for long, big hands pushing you back until your knees hit the bed and you fall backwards. A memory of last night comes to mind, and you think it must be one of his ‘moves’. Moving your body up the bed, you’re quickly stopped by a firm hold on your ankle. 

“Stay.” So the puppy becomes the master. You’re left panting, raising yourself onto elbows as the man curves himself over you. One more wet kiss to your lips, before he goes over your jaw, your earlobe - “sensitive, hmm?” he murmurs when your body twitches at the contact. His tongue traces up the column of your throat. 

He’s trying so hard to be patient. Not that he doubts his prowess when it comes to pleasure of the opposite sex (or the same for that matter), but usually a hook up is just that. And now he’s made promises of back scratchingly good sex. But when you’re squirming beneath him, fingers pressed into his arms and hips lifting off the bed, it’s getting hard. Maybe you don’t want patient.

“Ju- just,” you whimper beneath him as he starts to push up your top. Why is it so hard to ask for what you want? 

“Just what, Goldie?” 

“Just fuck me already.” It’s almost like you read his mind. 

He pauses at the expanse of skin he was about to kiss, and eyes you. Slow and patient flies out the window as he cups your clothed pussy. You hum a little, the sensation getting there but far from enough. Atsumu lets you grind down a few times, enjoying the tension leaving your features. But then he draws away, leaving you whining and eyebrows stitching back together. 

“Could be nicer about it.”

“Atsumu. Fuck. Me.” 

He pouts, and you can’t tell if he’s hurt or about to scold you. Lifting off you, his fingers play at the hem of his shirt. “What’s the magic word?” 

You wish you weren’t about to say it. But it’s like you’re not even in control as the moving material reveals chiselled abs and strong arms beneath it. The darker hair is there, leaving a little trail down to where your imagination will take over (for now). And so, despite yourself, as he stretches his shoulders back, eyes dark as they look down at you, you whisper, “please.” 

He looks like he wants to ruin you. Smirking, he responds, “much better.”

Your eyes roll back into your head as he leans back over, forgoing your trousers and dipping under the waistband. Holding finger pads close over your clit he rubs softly, before going further, feeling how wet you’ve become through your panties. He bites back a little whine, and immediately relinquishes his hand. Bringing your head back up from the bed with alarm, he utters something about patience, and immediately pulls down your pants. 

Lifting your hips to aid him, you tug your shirt off too. He lets out a low whistle, “I’m gonna get distracted, doll.” Hands grasp at the fat of your tits, pulling down the cups of your bras to play with your nipples between his fingers. To bring his head down means his hips slot in between your legs again, and you can feel him grinding against your core. He’s hard, and from what you can tell, big. 

Taking your pebbled nipple into his mouth he sucks gently, enjoying the mews that come from your mouth. He moves between each one, making sure they are peaked and sensitive. Only then does he lightly bite, and your hand curling into his hair signifies that the pleasure, twinged with a little pain, is working wonderfully.

You roll your hips against his crotch, and you can feel the vibrations of the hum it draws from him against your skin. 

It emboldens you, and you move your free hand down, skimming the waistband of his sweats. He curls his hips, letting his forehead rest on your chest for a moment. His eyes travel between the valley of your breasts, watching your hand palm at his cock. 

“Eager, hmm?” he murmurs against you, enjoying the way you card through his hair. Pink cheeks and heavy lids come into your view. You are so eager to please that face. 

Sinking down, you push against his firm abs once more, his body moving off you. Your mouth lingers across his torso. Swirling your tongue around his nipples, letting it trail down all the curves of his stomach. He signs and lets you little half moans, and you want nothing more than to receive the full song of his pleasure in your ears. 

You rest on your knees, kissing around his hip bones and upper thighs. As you drag the fabric down, you leave a wake of licks and nips. Atsumu watches and runs a hand through his hair and down his face. He likes to be in control, but this, this is testing his restraint and it’s biting at his curiosity. 

Palming over the bulge of his briefs, some of your aching muscles this morning are beginning to make sense. You mouth over his length, looking up with big doe eyes to see him bite his lower lip. Rolling the last remaining item in between you and your goal down, Atsumu’s cock springs forward and up. It’s thicker rather than long, with one thin vein travelling up the underside. 

The prettiest part of his dick is the flushed tip, slowly leaking pre-cum. 

You smile, you fucking smile, up at him. Atsumu watches your thumb brush across his slit, feeling his eyes flutter. Then as you wrap your fist around him and pump they roll back into his head. Watching the persona you’ve briefly come to know fall apart a little is more enjoyable than you’d ever tell him.

“Fuck-” he starts to whine, as your wet pink muscle pokes out frm between your lips. Circling the head of his cock and tasting the saltiness of his pre. Letting your jaw fall slack, you let him take back over, holding his length at the base and feeding it to you slowly. 

He doesn’t push too far into your mouth, and you hollow your cheeks as you withdraw. Replacing his hand you make slow movements with your fist. Coming off his cock, Atsumu is treated to the sight of your tongue lolling out your mouth, strands of spit still hanging between it and his head. You look far too good, and he feels his self control weathering. 

Your mouth is so hot, and wet, and perfect, as you bring him in again. Atsumu has his head rolled back, eyes closed. Large hands paw at your hair, fingers scratch into your scalp. He wants more, and you can feel it in the way his thigh tenses under your palm. Curling your fingers, you drag your nails slightly down the skin. It reminds him of the scratches on his back, and instinctively his stomach butterflies, and he knows you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

Putting your hand over the one in your hair, you push down, giving him the okay. “You want- haah, fuck,” his voice still oozes with natural charisma, until he looks down again, and sees you encouraging him. Using the grip on your scalp, he brings you further down his length, letting the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. 

Gagging around him only spurs you on. You enjoy impressing people and pleasing them, and the moans that fly out his lips each time your nose touches his trimmed pubes only spurs you on. Sitting back on your feet, you allow Atsumu to pump into your mouth, until he’s leaning over your head and resting his hands on the bed. 

“W- We’re not gonna get to the main event, Goldie,” he says through gritted teeth, letting out a whine as you withdraw, making sure to give one final swipe of your tongue up the underside of his shaft and over his head. 

His hand is at your jaw, bringing you up from the floor and bringing you quickly into a heated kiss. You wonder if he can taste himself on you. It’s messy and sloppy, full of urgency and need. Fingers spread your ass cheeks, then massage them together. He’s tugging you closer to him, letting his wet cock press against your stomach and he growls into your mouth. 

Turning you, he leaves trails of saliva across your neck, your nape and shoulders. Anywhere he can touch he wants to kiss. His fingers unclasp your bra, hands reaching around to roll your nipples between his fingers. Your head rests back against him, little moans falling from you. He sucks at the skin by your neck. Tomorrow you can see what gifts he can leave you with.

His hand travels down, pushing into your panties and finally knowing just how soaked you are. Murmurs fall from him that sound like, “all this for me?” and “just you wait, baby”. Pushing digits inside you, you have to hold on to the arm that wraps around you. On tip toes to give him easier access, your knees wobble at the simplest of movements. 

“I got you, Goldie,” he’s pressing kisses into your temple, moving the two fingers inside you until they’re at the last knuckle. Atsumu scissors them, stretching you and making your walls squeeze against him. “I got you.” 

You whine at the loss of contact as he removes himself from you, but his fingers are quick to pull at the cotton of your underwear, dragging them down your thighs. Hands squeeze and massage the softness of your skin, and as he lifts each foot to pull away the fabric, he lets your balance on him falter. Falling forward to the bed with a soft yelp, he runs the back of his fingers up your inner thigh.

Thumbs come to spread your folds, and your cheeks heat with the shamelessness of the position. There is nowhere to hide or shy away as Atsumu buries his tongue in your cunt. He laps at you like you are his last drink. Tongue darts into your hole before he replaces it with his fingers, moving the wet muscle to circle your clit.

The mixture of his saliva and your slick makes thrusting his fingers easy and quick. 

“Y-you don’t have to,” you stammer out. Your legs quiver either side of him, trying to stay afloat from the man you are drowning in. 

It puzzles Atsumu. He’s nose deep in your folds, inhaling and tasting you in all your intimacy. Why wouldn’t he want to? “Why—”

From your last relationship to the hook-ups you’ve experienced, men do not want to spend the time building you to finish. No matter if it’s so good your toes curl, there’s something that holds you back from falling over the edge. It’s fine that way, you can go home and sort yourself out the next day if need be. 

But it’s almost embarrassing to say out loud. “I- I just won’t finish, but i- fuck- it’s good.” You don't want to insult him or his skill, but you really want his cock, and you really don’t want to waste his time.

“Why won’t you finish?” His fingers still grind in and out of you, but he’s sitting back a little, kissing the plump of your ass and down your legs. 

Fuck. Do you have to spell it out? 

“Hookups just- holy,” he speeds his fingers up, and the squelching noise it produces from between your thighs, “I can never come. But it’s good, s’fucking good.”

A leg curls off the ground, as his thumb moves to your clit.

Atsumu weighs his options. He knows that far too many guys would whine about their tongues hurting, their wrists aching. He knows that so many of them would just take advantage of the situation and use you to get themselves off. But you have laid out a very tempting challenge. And Atsumu can’t say no to that.

“I’m going to make you come.”

The authoritative tone in his voice makes your gummy walls squeeze against his fingers, and he notes it in his mind. 

He leaves you on the bed for a moment, shuddering in his absence. Kissing up your spine until he reaches your ear he whispers, “condom?” 

Curling your head up you point to the side table, and he makes sure to keep a hand on you as he moves away. It’s a warmth you cling to in this state. His calloused fingers trace your edges and curves and keep you grounded to him. 

There’s a ripping and you can see the motions of him rolling the latex. He turns back to you, pulling you closer. Atsumu has always been one to dedicate himself fully to the task (so long as it’s one that has his attention). Of course as a kid it was volleyball, then as an adult qualifying for MSBY. Last night it was winning your attention and smiles. Now he has a singular goal, god help you.

He’s still leaving patterns on your skin, fingers so calculated yet smooth. They bring your bodies together, both on your sides. His pupils are deep chocolate, surrounded only in a thin ring of honey. They stare at you with excitement and lust. Your lips part as his digits make their way over your nipples again, making sure they remain pebbled and sensitive. He takes it as an invitation, tongue sliding back in you as your mouths slot together. 

It’s far removed from the sweetness in his eyes, full of teeth and tongue as he starts to move his hips against you. 

Massaging at the fat on your thigh, he drags you still closer, wrapping your leg over his hip. You can’t keep up the kiss as his cock pushes between your folds, nudging at your clit and coating him in your slick. He sucks on your tongue, your lip, as you keep them open in a mewl.

He leaves you in that limbo for a moment too long. Keeping it teasing and making you need something more until your eyes flutter back open with another “please” on the tip of your tongue. 

It’s only then that he starts to move to your entrance, pushing the head in only slightly. You rock back and forth on that sensation alone. Your chest is pressed against him now, and he can feel your breasts expand against him as he pushes further in. 

You're once again so eager for him, he thinks, as you press your foot against his ass. It brings him deeper inside your wet cunt. The stretch leaves you feeling so full, your eyebrows raised and jaw going slack once more.

His breath tickles you, and once again your lips part to smile. Fuck, he likes making you smile. It’s like he’s one of Pavlov’s Dogs, overjoyed once he gets the right queue. He lets you get used to his size, before he begins slow, deep thrusts. They almost reach your furthest wall, and make you cling to his body. Atsumu welcomes it, one arm moving underneath your head for you to use as your personal pillow. The other draws to your waist, keeping you still to pull into. 

The position is close and keeps you snug and tight around his cock. You moan into each other's mouths. Lips barely close as he moves inside you.

But Atsumu won’t let himself get carried away. Not yet, at least. Fingers move to your hips, and you’re sure the pads may leave little bruises as he angles you. It goes on like this for what feels like forever, and you admire him for at least lasting far longer than previous escapades. You don’t realise that he’s shifting you around every so often, making sure to note each time you whine differently. Whether it’s from losing something, or enjoying a new sensation, he notes it. 

Hands travel further again, and now he’s massaging the flesh of your ass again, before twisting underneath you. You aren’t fully on top, still lying on the side of one thigh. The other knee is brought up by his side, as you rest across his muscular torso. 

His own legs come up, pushing deeper and once again shifting angle. It hits something inside you, and you gasp in surprise.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you pant against his neck.

“Then we’re gonna keep doing it.” 

Again you don’t know how long it goes on for. Every now and then you can feel Atsumu’s stomach and thighs tense, and he slows for a moment. Is he trying not to come? His brows will furrow, and when you go to lick around his nipple, he pulls you back by the root of your hair. “Don’t play games with me, Goldie. You are coming.” 

He accentuates each word with a quick thrust up into you. Once again you tense around him, enjoying the pain at your scalp, the authority behind his tone. It’s nice to be told what to do, for once. 

Eventually he pulls you fully on top, and as your bodies move you realise just how wet you are. There’s a pool of your liquids at the base of him, and now it coats your thighs too. Somehow that serves to turn you on more, grinding yourself against him, making you both a mess in your pleasure.

As you rest your hands on his chest, you admire him in all his glory. The pink dusting across his cheeks and nose, hair long tousled by your hands. He’s handsome and he knows it, which annoys you. But right now he just looks blissful.

Resting the pads of his fingers underneath you, he slowly presses to your clit, letting your rotations do the work. Your head rolls forward, letting out low moans.

Eventually your movements cease, your breathing slowing. Your body is tired, from last night and practice and for how long you’ve been going at it. Atsumu feels it. He knows he’s been pushing for maybe too long. However he can also feel the fluttering of you against his cock, and he’s sure, just a little more. 

“I- I’m sorr—”

“I told you. I’ve got you, Goldie.” 

He curls his hips a little, letting his length press against that special spot that made you gasp earlier. Your eyes widen once more, shedding the sleepy gaze that was threatening to take over. A hand on each side of your hips pulls you back and forth on top of him. 

You can feel each detail of his cock inside you, pressing against your g-spot and staying there. There’s a familiar tense feeling in your stomach, one that makes you tighten your walls again. A voice at the back of your mind questions it, yet another bites back. Your fucked out state smothers the words. 

Trusting that one hand can do the trick, Atsumu moves the pads of his fingers back to your clit. Pressing firmly and swiping back and forth, your breathing hitches.

The noises that he makes you produce are sweet and rich. Two fingers beckon them from you, ripping them from your throat. From the most innate part of you. 

“Ah- Atsumu,”

“Do it. You can do it, Goldie.” He lets out softly, and then keeps speaking. His voice is tainted with pleasure and lust. Instructing you to come on his cock, to let go, to fuck yourself on him. That you’re doing so, so well. His assumption that you enjoy his orders and praises is proved so very correct. 

You start to spasm around him, legs pressing into his sides and curling over with how powerful your orgasm is. Your vision goes white as you let out curses in between silent screams. 

Your cunt clenching around him combined with the feeling of wetness between you leaves Atsumu fucking up into you in short, sharp thrusts. As you fall apart and become over sensitive, your moans are more strangled, but god they sound like heaven to him.  He empties himself, letting his cock be milked by your pussy. Pulling you down he moans into your mouth, wanting nothing but you to surround his body as he finally finishes.

Maybe he should thank the hairdresser who tones his blonde locks. Handing him all those Cosmopolitan magazines, filled with how to feel sexually fulfilled and statistics about the best positions to come from. From your half lidded eyes and quivering body, perhaps you should be the one to thank them.

Sweaty bodies stick together for a moment, both of you trying to steady your breathing. 

“I’ve never… that was- uh huh” you breathe into him. 

His hand strokes the flyaways of your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was somethin’” 

It’s too close for a moment, and as your eyes meet you move off him.

“I was comfy,” he pouts up at you. Despite his words he goes to take care of himself, as you shift off the mattress.

“Your dick was going soft inside me.” 

He lets out a whine, “comfy.”

You let out a deserved (not that Atsumu agrees) “ew” as you go to clean yourself in the bathroom. 

In the doorway, you turn back to tell him he doesn’t have to stick around, that he can be on his merry way. But his eyes rest closed, hair still a mess. He’s even tucked himself under the covers a little. You curse the notion against kicking out puppies. 

Turning on the shower head, you rinse and clean yourself off the sweat. You just came. It’s not the first time you’ve orgasmed during sex ever, but, the first time in a while. Who are you kidding? The first time in years. You’re surprised to find your face giving yourself a little smile in the wonderment of it all. 

So fine, he was right, and he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. You’ll let him sleep it off a little bit. 

As you return to the room, Atsumu’s eyes are back open, back a little straighter on the headboard. The view of his biceps isn’t half bad. Well, it’s incredible. The show on the TV he’s closely watching ruins the picture. 

Men jump about on the court, yelling and grunting. They’re talking about the later schedule, making sure international viewers can watch the show. Then it starts to flip, changing to a montage of some kind, the presenters talking about each player.

“Oh god, not volleyball,” you murmur with a chuckle. 

His soft eyes go wide, and he turns to you as if there’s something wrong. 

“What?” it’s your turn for eyes to open up, looking down at your towel wrapped body in case there’s anything you should be aware of, “what’s wrong?” 

“Whaddya mean ‘not volleyball’?” Oh.

“I mean, it’s not my favourite.”

“But you like it, right?” his voice contains a thin strain of hope, you realise too late. 

“What’s there to like?” 

Someone should have taught you that kicking puppies out is one thing, and kicking them whilst they’re down is another. 

You don’t know if you believe in fate, but apparently volleyball presenters do.

“Miya Atsumu will be playing for Team Japan of course, usually he’s number 13 of MSBY, but has been handpicked for this year's tournament.”

The name reaches your ears before you notice the changing picture. 

"Joining him are a few others of the MSBY team as well as Ushi…"

Your eyes flick back between the screen and the artificial blonde in front of you. His brows knit together as yours raise, mouths opening at the same time. 

“You’re…”

“I’m…” his hand scratches the back of his neck, in a move that could be construed as awkward if he didn’t look so comfortable in your bed. It’s almost under his breath, but remains unhidden when combined with a toothy grin, “I guess you like one thing about volleyball.” 

“You think I like you now?” 

“You don’t?” 

God, his attitude is irritating. Full of confidence and cockiness, like he knows you were smiling to yourself in the shower, drenching yourself in thoughts of him. It leaves you only eye rolls as responses, aware that whatever you say could be twisted to boost his own ego. And if you allow him to see you smile, well then it’s truly over. He shows more teeth, grin spreading wide, and seems so damn proud of himself.

You’ve known this man less than forty-eight hours, but you’re already sure he’s one of the most self-assured you’ve ever met. 

For Atsumu, the arrogance of his tease is a veiled attempt to really know the answer. 

Yet you are unaware, merely scoffing and moving closer to the bed. 

“So, I hooked up with a star volleyball player?” you phrase it as a question as well as an acknowledgement. 

“You did. The one that’s gonna win this competition, of course.”

“Of course.” 

“You’re goin’ to watch it, right? Me score the winnin’ spike?” He’s watching you as well as the TV, moving back and forth between the both as you change into loose fitting clothes and pick up his. Atsumu tries not to get hard again as you stretch off the towel. He fails. 

“I don’t even know what a spike is, Atsumu.” 

“You don’t—”

“And I’ll probably be too busy competing myself.” There you go again, and finally he has the opportunity to ask what on earth you’re on about.

“Okay, you keep sayin’ you're busy with your competitin’ but this,” his hands fly wildly at the screen whilst you perch on the bed. “It’s a dudes only tournament. You don’t need to keep up your lil fib to seem cool.” 

Oh, his confidence will kill you.

“I’m not competing in this, you idiot.” You grab the controller from next to him, flicking over a few channels. The sounds of screams and cheers are cut off and replaced by a soft instrumental. Someone slowly telling a story through their movements on the ice takes over Atsumu’s vision, much to his bemusement. “This is what I do.” 

Atsumu lets out a small “oh” of acknowledgement. He likes to appear smooth on the surface. No new knowledge can create a ripple, simply skimming across him as if he always knew. It’s how he maintains his image, it’s how he treats most one night stands, well, people, in his life. 

But you already know he has no understanding of your life’s work. 

It’s kind of sweet, how he leans forward on his elbows to watch the show. You slip under the covers, the last elements of your energy wasting away. Your phone greets you with some basic instructions for tomorrow from Faiz, and a message from Makito. 

Atsumu brings his warmth closer and you freeze. Really you weren’t expecting him to watch to stick around. It’s the confidence, again. And now you know he’s a star athlete. He probably has a string of women for the night if he wants them. It adds up. 

He may be confident, but he isn’t stupid. Feeling you lock up makes him pass it off like he was just shuffling closer to the head board. Most hookups like to cuddle, and want him to spend the night, but if you didn’t, that was fine. 

Breaking his contact with the screen, he moves his gaze to you. He drinks you in, skin fresh and clean, and with a loose shirt over you, you should be comfortable. But you don’t look it. Shoulders tense and upright and your eyes look tired. They flick between him and the door for a few seconds. Long enough for him to get the hint, even if you won’t just say it. 

“I can, uh,” he reaches for the clothes you had folded on the bed. That should have been the first hint. “I can leave you to it?” 

“Sure. Thanks, I guess.” 

Did you just thank him for giving you an orgasm? Or for taking the initiative to leave? “You’re welcome, Goldie.”

Pulling on the shirt and sweats he makes a move for the door as you get further under the blankets. “I could teach you what a spike is y’know. And you could show me how to do one of those spin things.” 

“You don’t have to, ‘Tsumu,” your voice is soft and low. The nickname makes him feel warm, and reminds him of the people who he let’s call him that. But in truth your voice is tired, the wrong kind of homely. It’s the second time you have said he doesn’t have to. Not, however, that you don’t want him to. 

“Yeah, I know, but—”

“Goodnight, Atsumu.” You turn the lights off for further effect. The still murmuring TV dimly lights your form.

“Okay. I get it.” He murmurs more to himself. A g’night followed by your name and Atsumu leaves you to the room. It feels far bigger without him.

i hope u enjoyed tysm for reading ^^ 

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[rainpuddle13]

19. playing with each other’s fingers

Ross&Demelza

I apologize, @veryflowerobservation, for taking so long to post this. It sorta got away from me :P I hope you enjoy!

This fic is a prequel to Tears and Sunflowers.

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It was an ungodly hour.  This having to get to the airport a minimum of four hours before an international flight was for the birds.  Their flight to New York was scheduled to depart at 8:35am.  Ross didn’t even know why he bothered to attempt to catch a few hours of sleep the previous night. Demelza was practically vibrating with excitement in the bed next to him. She had never flown before. So he’d done the only thing he could do in that situation -- help her work off some of that nervous energy -- and he bore the marks on his shoulders to prove it.  He just felt sorry for the very nice elderly couple who were occupying the room next door to theirs at the hotel.

He checked his watch with a groan.  

6:21am.

He thanked the good Lord above for exclusive traveler lounges. If he had to queue with the masses in the main terminal, he might not be responsible for his actions. That early in the morning, access to only that swill that passed for coffee at Costa, and masses of travelers with varying degrees of comportment would have him seriously contemplating murder. It would be a very poor defence if he was brought before the crown court, but surely an understandable one.

“You should eat something,” he said to her after she kept fiddling with the fingers of his hand resting on the knee if her crossed legs. They were cuddled together on a small sofa in a quiet spot where she could take in all of the hustle and bustle of the enormous lounge. There were quite a few people for that early in the morning, but there was so much space that it hardly felt crowded.  He could feel her leg bouncing as she wiggled her foot. “The food is usually pretty exceptional.”

“I don’t know if I could,” she told him, weaving their fingers together and stilling her fidgeting for a moment, “too excited.”

Ross snorted softly as he was never one to be too nervous or tired to eat something. “You could get a haircut or a massage instead,” he teased, glancing over to see the expression on her face.  The Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse Lounge at Heathrow was an overwhelming place with all sorts of over-the-top posh amenities.  She was impressed they’d been picked up at the hotel and delivered to the airport in a private car and then were whisked through priority check-in and security in a matter of minutes.

“Really?” she asked, eyes widening with the obvious sensory overload she was experiencing.

“Yes,” he assured her, chuckling a little, and knowing her head would have exploded if she knew how much two upper class tickets had cost.  “There’s a spa too and shower rooms.”  Ross had wanted her first international flight to be comfortable and memorable, but he feared it might set her expectation a bit high for any future trips they might take. There was a far cry between the pampering in upper class and the indignities of the overcrowded economy class.  It was just as well because he would need the extra legroom these days with his stiff knee.

She pressed a little closer to him and her fingers toyed with the heavy rose gold band he wore on his left ring finger that matched the more delicate one she wore.  “You want to eat something don’t you?” she inquired.

“What I actually want is coffee,” he paused for a moment, his stomach answered her question with a low grumble, “and I probably could nosh on something.”  He’d opted to keep his eyes closed for a few precious minutes while she got ready instead of sending for room service, safe in the knowledge that there would be an abundance of food and drink provided by the airline.

“I can try to nibble on something.”  She pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek before standing up and holding her hand out to him and he couldn’t help but notice his beautiful wife attracting the attention of several of the men around them. Demelza was comfortably dressed in jeans that showed off her long legs to perfection and a deep gold turtleneck topped off with a rich brown leather jacket, and her glorious crown of red hair was barely contained by a loose braid.

Within a matter of minutes, he was attempting not to guzzle a cup of expertly brewed Sumatran coffee while waiting for his fry up to be brought to him.  Demelza carefully sipped her steaming cup of tea, but left her plate of assorted breads and pastries untouched.  He reached across the cozy dining  table to snag a flaky and buttery croissant off the plate.  

“You’re going to eat everything off my plate aren’t you?”  he asked when she raised an eyebrow at his thievery. 

“Noooo,” she swore, her eyes following the heavily laden plate an attendant placed before him followed by another to replace his near empty coffee cup with a fresh one.

He picked up the knife and fork to start in on the perfectly poached eggs after a liberal dousing of pepper. “You too can have your own plate. All you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t think I could!” she insisted, stabbing a bit of roast potato and grilled mushroom with own fork. 

“Likely story,” he snorted, pushing his plate to the middle of the table so she could graze more easily. This was a common occurrence with her -- insisting she couldn’t possibly then proceed to demolish his plate in fairly short order. It always happened when he ordered something that was absolutely terrible for him, but so very good for that exact reason. Anyone else and Ross would find the behavior less than endearing.

“Are you going to tell me why we’re going to New York?” she queried while attacking the fried bread to smear in the runny eggs he had somehow managed to get a few bites of before she could turn her sights on them. “Not that I’m complaining mind;  I’ve always wanted to go, but it’s a long way for a few days.”

It took everything in him not to blurt out the reason for what seemed like a sudden weekend jaunt across the pond, but actually had been in the works for months. She loved Van Gogh. The Met was having a once-in-a-lifetime exhibit. How could he not take her?  “I told you I really wanted good pizza.”

“Oh, Ross,” she sighed in frustration, then changed her tactic.  “You’ve been to New York before then?”

“Loads of times,” he answered, slathering strawberry jam on his croissant since it was becoming abundantly clear  he wasn’t going to get to eat the breakfast he’d ordered himself,  “though it’s been a few years now.  Father used to go fairly regularly for business and would drag me along.”

“What did you do when you were there?”

“I used to spend a lot of time at the natural history museum and the New York Public Library.”

“Of course you did,” she smiled fondly as she spoke.  She was well aware of his love of doing research and learning.

“I like dinosaurs,” he said matter-a-factly, "and the museum has an amazing exhibit.”  It was true. He did like dinosaurs, even now, and he’d wanted to dig for them up until the point he discovered girls were infinitely more interesting, and alive.  Demelza didn’t need to know that bit though.

“You are such a boy,” she said with a shake of her head. “What else did you two men do on the town?”

“Sometimes we take in a show or go to dinner at fancy restaurants.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but he was trying to teach me a bit of culture.  One time we went because Papa wanted to see Van Morrison at Radio City Music Hall.”

“Really?”  

He chuckled, surprised that little piece of information had taken her by surprise. She did know his father pretty well at this point.  “He is a fan.”

“I’d say so. He can be so impulsive!”

“You have no idea,” Ross drawled, tamping down some very unpleasant memories from his youth that she need not be burdened with,  “you didn’t know him in his heyday.”

She smiled fondly, and it warmed Ross’ heart that his wife and his father got on like a house on fire, but he could not help the occasional flare of jealousy it caused. “I bet he was quite the charmer back then,” Demelza giggled.

“You’d probably be married to him instead of me,” he said with a fair dash of bitterness. There were still a few things he just could not let go of and he knew it as childish to hold on to them for as long as he had, but then logic and his father were often mutually exclusive.

“I dunno about that.” Demelza reached across to take his hand with hers, twining their fingers and giving them a little squeeze, her eyes going soft as she looked at him. “I sorta kinda love you.”

“Only sorta kinda?” he teased, pulling her hand up to place a playful kiss to her knuckles.

“From the first time I saw you in the library,” she confessed, her cheeks suddenly blooming pink.

“Is that so, Mrs Poldark?” That was news to him and he was most definitely intrigued.  Ross had known he was a goner for Demelza the first time he laid eyes upon her, even if it took him months to actually admit to himself, and then even longer to let her in on his feelings. He’d had no inkling she’d felt the same. So much wasted time.

“Saved by the boarding call,” she crowed when the announcement of their flight interrupted their playful banter, and quickly began gathering up her things. The head of the cute little calico stuffed animal cat he’d surprised her with that morning was peeking out of the top of her purse.  The airplane charm that had been on the ribbon about its neck had quickly been added to her bracelet.

He grabbed up his laptop bag to sling over his shoulder and his cane. “Don’t think for one second that this conversation is over.”

“Not if I can make you forget about it,” she said with what could only be described as a diabolical grin.

He eyed her with great suspicion. It wasn’t in her nature to be scheming that much he did know, but she was definitely up to something. The question was going to be whether or not he’d survive whatever it was.  “And just how do you plan to do that?” he challenged.

“Oh, I dunno,” she purred, taking his hand before pressing in close to him to place a very sweet and demure kiss to his cheek.  “Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?”

#poldark fan fic #poldark modern au #ross/demelza #romelza #pud fic #pud's ex libris #veryflowerobservation

[ababybiter]

jungkook x y/n, besties to besties with benefits, a lot of texting, smut, fluff and college life, oh and lets pretend V wasn’t born in the christmas holidays

part 1/??

[00:19am] jungkook: please help me

{00:19am} jungkook: i don’t know what to get tae for his birthday

{00:23am} jungkook: Y/N!!!!!!!!!!

{00:25am} y/n: jungkook

{00:25am} y/n: his birthday is literally 5 days away

{00:26am} y/n: why are u like this

Truth be told, you weren't that surprised. Your best friend Jungkook was a novice at putting in effort for his friends birthdays and you were wholeheartedly used to that fact. The stress of finding something for your other best friend’s birthday on Friday was stressful enough for you, let alone the inevitable pleas of Jungkook’s text messages on Sunday evening coming through were enough to send you over the edge.

{00:28am} jungkook: TECHNICALLY it’s 6 days away...

You roll your eyes as you lay on your back, snuggled up under your duvet. You glance at your bedroom door, thinking of your roommate and close friend Nina. As Taehyung’s girlfriend, you wondered what sort of gift she bought for him.

{00:29am} y/n: You know I struggled myself! Have you asked Nina?

{00:29am} jungkook: NO she’ll hate me for leaving it so late D:

{00:29am} jungkook: I’ve been at my computer for ages. mY desperation has led me to WISH.COM

{00:30am} y/n: no she won’t but i get you

{00:30am] y/n: get off wish u idiot

{00:30am} y/n: shall we go shopping on wednesday? I’ll help you find something

You rub your eyes, unable to even pretend to think of gift ideas right now. You turn off your bedside lamp, your eyes straining in the dark as you thank the lords for your 1pm lecture tomorrow. It’s then that you remember Jungkook has an early morning class.

{00:35am} jungkook: YOU’RE THE BEST!!!!

{00:36am} y/n: you should be asleep kook

{00:37am} jungkook: i know i’ll get there

{00:37am} jungkook: can’t sleep rn

{00:37am} y/n: why? gift stress?

{00:38am} jungkook: lol, idk just can’t 

{00:38am} jungkook:

You?

You roll over in the dark, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach.

{00:39am} y/n: I have a late class tomorrow

{00:39am} y/n: YOU however sir do not

{00:39am} y/n: plus you’ve not been getting enough sleep lately, you need to sort out your pattern or you’ll be grumpy for V’s birthday :)

{00:40am} jungkook: i got it covered, just wanted to sort out a gift plan first

{00:40am} y/n: got it covered?

{00:41am} jungkook: I can make myself tired lol, dw <3

{00:42am} y/n: you gonna knock yourself out? LOOOL :(

{00:43am} jungkook: no y/n 

{00:43am} jungkook: 0.o

Oh. Oh.

You clench your thighs together, suddenly in the mood to do that too. 

No, what the fuck, no. That would be weird...touching yourself knowing that your best friend was doing the same. It would be weird...right?

Although it was Jeon Jungkook, you can’t deny that you’ve thought about him, accidentally of course, during your alone times. It was a secret you wouldn’t even admit to yourself let alone him or anyone else. 

It was clearly just the dry spell talking. Your last boyfriend was well over a year ago and Jungkook was a guy. A hot guy. It’s probably normal to fantasise about him.

Except you didn’t fantasise about Tae, or Yoongi, or any of your other male friends. The thought alone sent a different feeling to your stomach, these were your FRIENDS. Practically your brothers.

So why was Jungkook any different?

{00:47am} jungkook: you still there? 

{00:49am} jungkook: don’t pretend like you don’t do it too.

Was this still friendly territory? The full stop in his last text did something to your lower stomach.

Okay, now you’re being weird. You start typing tentatively.

{00:50am} y/n: I mean yeah, who doesn’t?

{00:51am} jungkook: Do you miss sex?

{00:51am} y/n: amongst other things, yes

{00:52am} jungkook: Such as?

Butterflies dance in your stomach as you type your next words, this was brand new territory for you and Jungkook. You wouldn’t even talk about this stuff with Nina...

{00:53am} y/n: I miss being eaten out

Your fingers dance over the screen as you wait for his response. You close and shut the app quickly before reopening it. 

{00:53am} jungkook: mhm

That’s it? Your cheeks redden in the darkness of your room as you shuffle your legs under the covers. 

{00:54am} y/n: I should sleep, it’s getting pretty late for me now

{00:55am} jungkook: okay, yeah sure

You’re about to lock your phone and throw it to the other side of your bed when it buzzes one more time.

{00:57am} jungkook: But are you tired?

{00:59am} y/n: I...am getting there. Why?

{1:00am} jungkook: we could help each other out?

{1:00am} y/n: how?

Jeez, how are you already wet? The excitement of talking to Jungkook like this was too much, clearly. You were 99% sure he was insinuating what you thought he was. But it had been a long time since you sexted, it also wasn’t something you and your ex had done much throughout the relationship.

{1:02am} jungkook: I like talking to you like this. I want to hear what else you like.

{1:02am} jungkook: let’s make each other tired

{1:02am} y/n: jeon!!!! you wanna sext?

{1:02am} jungkook: you made me horny y/n!

{1:03am} y/n: that was alllllll you jk! horny mf

Jungkook reads your message. The absence of the speech bubble appearing makes you stomach twist. Your phone goes dark waiting for it to appear. As much as you reprimanded him for his boyish behaviour, something in you wanted it to continue. But you probably blew it by being so whiney. Fuck. You didn’t know you wanted to sext Jungkook so bad.

And then.

{jungkook: Attachment 1 image}

You hesitate, before sliding open the chat. He’s laying in bed, the phone angled down at this legs in his black sweat pants. His thighs pressed close together in the tight yet stretchy material, his dick protrudes up from under the trousers, casting a dark shadow over his stomach. You know right there and then that this boy’s nudes would look like art.

{1:08am} jungkook: let’s help each other out

{1:08am} jungkook: this is what thinking about you did to me

{1:09am} jungkook: tell me if you want me to stop

You stare at the messages on your phone, fingers hovering over the keys, your instinct to explode your feelings into capital letters and ask him what’s happening. Because that’s how honest you too are...so I guess it’s normal to be this honest too.

You fling the duvet off and swing your legs out of bed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you kneel in front of the mirror, not really thinking with your brain right now. You pull off the baggy t-shirt that floats around your torso, leaving you in your underwear. You place a hand over your breasts, hiding your nipples in a seductive fashion, before using your other hand to snap a photo, hiding half of your heated face with the phone.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you press send.

You squeal, throwing your phone face down on bed, hoping you didn’t wake Nina up. The last thing you needed was for her to come bursting in to your room right now.

{1:13am} jungkook: holy shit

{1:13am} jungkook: you’re so hot

{1:13am} jungkook: i’m so hard for you

{1:13am} jungkook: wow

You climb quickly back into bed, his words sending electric waves to your core.

{1:14am} y/n: shall I touch myself?

{1:14am} jungkook: fuk yes

{1:14am} jungkook: i can use this picture right?

{1:14am} y/n: that's why i sent it kook :’)

{1:15am} jungkook: right okay haa good

{1:15am} jungkook

: holy wow

You try not to giggle at his cuteness, when his next message makes you gasp.

{1:16am} jungkook: god i wanna taste you

That was all it took to get your hand to work. More dirty words are exchanged, both of you sweating and misspelling, as you both get yourselves off to each other.

{1:26am} y/n: jungkook i’m gonna cum

{1:27am} jungkook: shit y/n me too

{1:27am} jungkook: fucck

Your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes flutter shut as you imagine Jungkook’s lips on your pussy, his body on top of you, the look on his face as he comes. You wonder if he’s loud in bed. If he’s moaning right now.

{1:30am} y/n: That was so fun.

{1:30am} jungkook: jesus. yes it was

{1:31am} y/n: maybe we can do it in person some time?

{1:37am} jungkook: yeah?

{1:37am} y/n: yeah, i guess i really have missed this stuff

{1:37am} y/n: wanna be friends with benefits?

{1:40am} jungkook: Is that what you want?

{1:40am} y/n: i think it sounds fun, what about you? are you down?

{1:41am} jungkook: mhm yes i’m down :)

Your newly found post orgasm confidence delegated some rules over text to Jungkook, which he easily agreed on. The main one being that should the opportunity arise to be physically imitate with each other, the two of you would be exclusive, and let the other person know if they were interested in being sexual with someone else. To which the arrangement would stop.

And under no circumstances, would it come between your friendship.

The two of you had been best friends for over 2 years now, meeting through Taehyung at college party. You didn’t even think about seeing him face to face after the occurrences of last night and what the ‘vibe’ would be, as Nina might say. In fact, it still hadn’t fully settled in that you had sexted Jungkook last night. As you left your apartment just after 12 to get some lunch before your lecture, it had felt like a hazy hot dream.

{GROUPCHAT: 1 new message}

{12:14am} V: anyone on campus ??? I bought too much food from the cafe. Need to share. Heading to the field if anyone wants to eat with me!

You type with two hands as you walk quickly onto campus.

{12:14am}: y/n: I’m almost at the field!

{12:14am} jungkook: I’m at the field now, just finished my jog

You stare at the message that popped up at the same time as yours. Butterflies fill your stomach again at the thought of seeing Jungkook in the flesh after the filthy wishes that were shared between the two of you less than 12 hours ago.

You look up as you reach the grass. Laying down on the green, propped up on his lower arms is the man is your best friend and new sexting buddy Jeon Jungkook. His fluffy black hair is pushed back with a sweat band that you’re sure belongs to Yoongi. The arms of his long sleeved black sweat shirt is rolled up to his elbows, and your eyes fall to his black jogging bottoms. You’re sure they’re a different pair, but the photo he sent you last night burns in your mind and you feel a familiar warmth down below.

Before you reach him, Taehyung appears, slinging down a grocery bag on the grass to which Jungkook leans forward and peers into, flicking his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Hey, Y/N!” Tae lifts a hand. “You know you two were the ones I was expecting to accept free food at the speed of light.”

“Hi guys.” You fall to your knees on the soft grass, dropping your bag beside you.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker over you before he meets your gaze. “Hey.” A shy smile ghosts his lips before he opens a packet of Doritos.

“Do you know if Nina got up in time for work?” Tae asks.

“Yeah, she was gone long before me.” You smile, focusing your attention on V.

“So is she not quitting the barista job then?” Jungkook sits up, shoving crisps into his mouth.

“No, she there’s no where else she can work where they’ll let her do the hours she wants.” V explains.

“Yeah, lucky bitch only has classes two days a week.” You scoff. “I should have taken politics.”

“Except one of those days is Friday.” He sighs, pulling out a sandwich and passing it to you. “Guess I’ll be high and dry on my birthday.”

“She’s not coming to your party Friday night?” Jungkook scrunches up the crisp packet noisily.

“Oh yeah she is, but I won’t see her until then, and if I’m not smashed, Nina will be, so...no birthday fuck for me.” He sighs wistfully. “Not one I’d remember anyway.”

Usually this sort of statement from Tae would breeze over you, but your hands become hot and you notice Jungkook swallow and cough. You wonder if he regrets the arrangement you agreed upon last night. You desperately needed to talk about this in person.

“So, um, why do you have so much food?” You open the packet, shoving the bread into your mouth.

“They were doing some deals at the cafe.” V munches. “Oh, to be a student.”

Suddenly, Jungkook stands.

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up, enjoy your lunch guys.” He pats you on the head as he goes. “See you Wednesday, Y/N.”

You bristle at the friendly gesture, again something you wouldn’t have previously batted an eye at, but given the nature of your current situation it seemed...unnatural.

“What you doing Wednesday?” Taehyung asks through a mouthful of baguette.

“Oh, uh, just...meeting up.” You stammer, your eyes following Jungkook’s legs as they head towards the path.

“Hmm.” Taehyung smirks, drinking from his water bottle. “Just meeting up, huh.”

“What?” You snap your head towards him.

“You can’t fool me, Y/N.”

Oh god, you couldn’t be talking about this with Tae before you’d even had a chance to talk about it with Jungkook. How did he know anyway? Were the two of you really being that awkward?

“How-...what?” You blush.

“It’s something to do with my birthday isn’t it?” He grins.

You desperately try to hide your expression of relief and replace it with playfulness. You force yourself to roll your eyes. “Brat.”

After a day and a half of classes, you’re glad to have your mind preoccupied with no more awkward run ins with Jungkook, since your classes were held on opposite sides of the campus. Wednesday morning rolls around, and you’re surprised that he texts you first.

{10:54am} jungkook: Heeey my favourite creative gift giver

You blink at his confidence, baring in mind the previous conversation of your ‘benefit’s’ were floating above his latest text.

You walk into the kitchen, a smile on your face as you type out a reply.

{10:55am} y/n: You’re lucky you get me to leave the house on my day off :P

“Morning!” Nina beams at you, shoving fruit into her smoothie maker. You smile back at her, wishing you were as put together as she was. It makes sense she had a bunch of guys fawning for her attention before she and V got together. It’s even cuter knowing that she dodged them all to be with our lovely Taehyung.

{10:56am} jungkook: you can’t resist the kook ;)

Your bite on your fingernails, staring bewildered at the boy texting you. It felt like someone else was using Jungkook’s phone, his flirtation over text confusing you to no end, whilst his shy demeanour in person suggested he had a split personality. And still, how this was all wrapped up in your best friend of over 2 years you’ll never be able to believe it.

Still, ignoring your nerves, you were looking forward to seeing him properly. To shake off this high school cyber flirt situation.

“Who’s the guy?” Nina slams her hands down on the counter separating the two of you.

“What?” You jump.

“Who’s the guy that’s got you blushing and smiling at your phone like a love sick puppy?” Nina’s eyes sparkle.

You sigh. Since dating Taehyung, Nina had become more interested in your love life, constantly wanting you on the same level as her. She’d also become much more intuitive, to your dismay.

But this was Nina, and you couldn’t hide anything from her. Plus, you needed her deep and thoughtful opinions.

“Wait, so, you haven’t even SPOKEN about it yet?” Nina looks gobsmacked as she keeps missing her mouth with her smoothie straw.

“No! It happened on Sunday night, and we’ve both had classes.” You glance down at your phone, the latest message from Jungkook on the screen, saying he’ll meet you outside your apartment at 12:30.

“Damn...you and jungkook...who’d have thought.” Nina taps her glass.

“He’s seen my boobs Nina!” You exclaim, shoving a left over banana from Nina’s smoothie making into your mouth.

“I bet he’d love to see that.” Nina makes a square with both her thumbs and forefingers, capturing the erotic display in front of her.

“God, you’re spending too much time with V.” You roll your eyes, chomping loudly.

“And you’re spending too much time with Jungkook!” Nina points. “Close your mouth!”

You pout chewing quietly, as you pick up your phone.

“Shit! Nina, how long have we been sitting here, I have to get ready.”

“Wow!” Nina laughs as you leap away from the counter to your bedroom. “Anyone would think you’re going on a date!”

She ducks, missing the banana skin as it hurls over her head.

Nina’s words get to you. Why did you care what you looked like? It’s not like you’ve never hung out with your best friend before. No. You knew why. It’s because it wasn’t just Nina’s words that got to you.

‘You’re so hot.’

You hadn’t even thought if Jungkook had ever found you attractive or not. It was a low grade compliment that you so guilty enjoyed. You wonder if he found you hot every day, when you ate together, played video games together, when you attended the same parties did he ever look at you in your short skirts and think...

“Hey, Y/N.”

Your weird and wild thoughts are cut short by the man himself. Jungkook approaches you as you lean against the wall of your accommodation building. He stops in front of you, his eyes scanning your previously distracted face. Did he always stand this close?

“Ready to go?”

Together you drive the short journey to the mall. You discuss gift ideas as Jungkook watches the road, whilst you try not to watch his hands.

He parks the car in the underground parking lot and unbuckles his belt quickly. You sigh. Unlike him, YOU can’t go the whole day without talking about IT.

“Jungkook.” You start, your voice dropping an octave.

He freezes like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Y/N.”

“Do you still...about the other night, um...” You mentally kick yourself, wishing you’d prepared what you were going to say before you said it. “I had fun...is what I’m trying to say.”

“So did I.” He smiles. “A lot of fun.”

“Good. Me too. Are you still...down?” You meet his gaze, wishing you weren't having this conversation at such a close proximity.

“Yeah.” He catches his lip for a moment in between his teeth and you swear you almost stop breathing. He glances over your face. “Sorry, down to...?”

You smack his arm lightly. “You know...down to get down.” You wiggle your eyebrows before regretting it instantly. “Ahem, down to be friends with benefits.”

He gazes at you, his eyes darkening. “Is that what you want?”

Why does he keep asking that? Of course you want it! You wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.

“Yeah.” You tell him. “I don’t wanna be one of those crazy uptight people that need to get laid.”

He breathes air out of his nose. “We wouldn’t want that would we?” He smirks, leaning closer to you until his breath is fanning your lips. “I think we know our first order of business.”

“Mhm?” You mumble, trying to still calm your breathing as you stare at his wet lips that he just licked, purposefully. His hand slides around to your back.

Suddenly there’s a click as he undoes your seatbelt.

“Find a birthday present for Taehyung!” He pulls away and opens his car door.

You let out a breath. Jeon Jungkook.

Shopping was taking longer than expected. It was hard to find something that didn’t scream ‘happy birthday, I just bought this from the mall 2 days ago!’. Jungkook wasn’t making it any easier, he was more interested embracing the role of the best friend with benefits.

“Hey, wanna take a look in here?” He throws an arm around you, nudging you towards the lingerie store.

“Jungkook I’m here to help you find a present for Taehyung. Have you forgotten that I’ve already got something to give him?”

“Okay okay, I’m just saying. I’d definitely want to see you in that.” He points to a black lace plunge bodysuit worn by mannequin. 

“Mhm, yeah?” You lower your voice, drawing his attention back to you. “Well, you said first order of business was to find a birthday present for Tae, so that’s what we’re doing right now.”

He smirks down at you. “Fine. What do you suggest?”

“I have an idea.” You tug on his hand a few stores down. “You should get him a whole new outfit. He’s always telling you how much he loves your style!”

“Yeah, that would be cool.” He smiles. “See, this is why I needed your help! You’re good with this stuff!”

“Come on!”

Excitedly, the two of you begin picking out clothes you both like and that you think V will love. Eventually you come up with a handful of shirts, trousers, jackets and shoes.

“Okay, now we gotta put them into outfits and choose which one we like the best.” Jungkook dumps the clothes on a seating area, the mall is quiet today. Most people are at work or college on a weekday, leaving the seating areas open to have clothes dumped upon.

“Kook, you can’t choose like this. You need to try them on. You guys are like the same size.”

“Ah, really?” He groans. “I’m too hungry for this.”

“We’ll get food after this.” You pick up the clothes and shove them into his chest. “Go.” You nod to the changing rooms.

He carries the items to the changing rooms, you follow along behind, letting your hand feel the mens clothes hung up on the racks as you pass.

“Hey, uh, got a few items here.” Jungkook shrugs to the college aged boy behind the changing room desk.

The guy barely looks up from his phone as he nods Jungkook down the hallway to the changing rooms. You stay behind, pulling out your phone.

{13:23pm} nina bean!: Hey?! How’s it going ;) x

{13:35pm} y/n: Fine lol, I don’t know what you think is happening at the MALL x

You wait for her reply, your eyes falling to the ground by the desk, where a crumpled up t-shirt lies. You stoop forward to pick it up, and it’s only your favourite choice out of all the options. There’s no way he’s not trying this one on. The man behind the counter pays no attention as you start down the hallway, the t-shirt in your grasp.

“Jungkook.” You whisper.

Finally, he answers you from the end of the corridor. “Yeah?”

You pull open the curtain and gasp.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Jungkook scrambles to pull any pair of trousers over his bare legs as he stands in his boxers. 

“You said yeah!” You step inside the changing cubicle with him, for a reason you can’t think of, closing the curtain behind you from the inside.

“Yeah doesn’t mean ‘whip open the curtain for anyone to see!’” He sits down on the small bench.

“Oh chill out, there’s literally no one here today.” You hold up the shirt, standing in front of him. “You dropped this.”

He takes the shirt, opening it up to inspect it with large curiosity. His cheeks crimson. You chuckle quietly. “You know, you’ll have to get used to me seeing you naked right?”

His eyebrows flick upwards as he hides a shy smile. “Right.”

It seems awkward Jungkook has returned. Unbeknownst to you, the idea of being intimate with you already sent his heart rate through the roof. Realising the idea goes beyond hypothetical advances and flirtatious jokes was enough give Jungkook a heart attack.

It was only then that the thought occurred to you, maybe you had wanted this kind of relationship with him for a long time, and maybe he had too.

As you ponder this revelation, your eyes drop to a new piece of art on his shoulder. 

“Hey.” Your fingers reach out before you can stop them, brushing the inked skin. “You got a new tattoo?”

He shivers under your touch, staring up at you, as if he doesn’t know what you’ll do next. His fingers reach out, before he can stop them, and pull you closer by your jean belt hoop. “Like it?”

“Love it.” You whisper, drawing around the outline with your nail. He hisses.

You clear your throat and back off. “I’ll be outside when you’re done.”

Jungkook stands up, keeping the close proximity as he backs you into the wall of the cubicle. “Promise me something, Y/N.” He murmurs, tracing your jawline with his finger.

“What, kook?”

“I’ll always have you. No matter what.”

“Of course cringe ball.” You whisper.

He smiles then, relieving some of the tension in the air. His smile is infectious, you giggle back at him. When he looks at your lips, his smile fades, and your heart pounds in your ears. You can hear his shaky breath as he leans in, so slowly that it’s almost unnoticeable. Painfully slow. He stops, a hair away from your lips as they part.

“Kook-” You murmur.

At the sound of his nickname he wastes no more time. Bringing his lips to yours eagerly, one hand caressing your jaw whilst other rests above your hip. The kiss is passionate, his thigh pokes in between yours in an attempt to get as close to you as possible. You grant access to his tongue as it shyly asks for permission against your teeth. The feeling of your tongue against his seems to spur him on. He whimpers into your mouth, pressing his crotch against yours. You catch your breath as his mouth leaves yours, only to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “Kook...” You moan softly as he moves your top strap and sucks on your collarbone.

“Mmm?” He moves back to your mouth, kissing you deeply.

“We have to...choose...an outfit...” You breath in between kisses.

“Mmm, I know.” He pulls away from your lips, touching them with his finger. Then he steps back and grabs an outfit, including the t-shirt you chose. “I’ve chosen.”

“Did you try them on?”

“All except this.” He pulls the shirt over his head and looks in the mirror. “It’s fine. It’ll fit.” He pulls it back off and smirks when he catches you staring. He leans forward and kisses you on the nose. “Let’s go eat.”

You pick up the discarded clothes to return and he starts to help you. “That was hot.” He throws a smile in your direction.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a kink for public places I didn’t know about?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I guess you’ll find out all about my kinks.” He winks, pulling open the curtain. 

As you both leave the store with outfit for Taehyung, you check your phone.

{13:40pm} nina bean!: You tell me ;) x

Something tells you, you will.

After a full day of classes on Thursday, you and Nina meet and walk home together. She’s completely invested in your friendly sexual adventures, but decides to broach a different type of question.

“Did you always know you wanted Jungkook?”

“I didn’t always want him.” You correct her. “I always knew he was cute...well, more than cute, but who didn't? He’s been a great friend to me since we met...we’re just helping each other out.”

“Y/N, you just made out with your best friend, who was TOPLESS, let’s not forget. IN A CHANGING ROOM STALL. You’re telling me there was no spark? No passion? No...”

“I didn’t say that.” You hide a smirk as Nina squeals beside you, tugging your arm. 

“Oh yes! I can’t wait till you start dating. I can FINALLY double date with my bestie. There’s so many couples date ideas I want to try out with the four of us-”

“Who said I want to be in a couple?!” You gesture wildly. 

“Well what DO you say, Y/N? You just admitted that there was a spark.”

“There can be a spark in my situation.” You protest. “It passionate because it’s fun. I think he’s hot, he thinks I’m hot. We’re already comfortable with each other. It’s the perfect match.”

“Perfect match.” Nina pokes you.

“Nina! Are you not familiar with the term ‘FRIENDS with benefits’?”

“Yes, I am familiar.” Nina snaps. “Very familiar, actually.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow. It was a rare occurrence that you found something out about Nina that you didn’t already know.

“Oh, indeed.” She nods. “It was a disaster. I fell for him stupidly fast, and then he told me he was getting back with his ex and that was that. He’d been thinking of HER the entire time. Point is, it’s better to stick to the generic way of dating in this day and age, so you KNOW where his head is at. Trust me.”

“Yeah well, Jungkook is my best friend, he’s not thinking of anyone.” You tell her. 

“I know!” She nods. “Sorry. I don’t want to worry you. I just want you to be happy, like I am.”

“I am perfectly happy with my current relationship with Jungkook.” You reassure her.

She smiles, her eyes lighting up once the two of you reach your accommodation. “V!” She exclaims.

“Hey!” V holds a small bunch of flowers as he wraps his arms around his girlfriend. 

“What’s this? I thought I wasn’t seeing you until your party.” Nina blinks up at him.

“Yeah, about that. I wanted an afternoon with my girl before we get shit faced drunk with our friends. I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“V, you’re so cute!” Nina gasps. “I’m suppose to be spoiling you this week!”

“Hey, Y/N!” V ruffles your hair. “Mind if I steal your roommate?”

“Not at all.” You laugh.

“Oh, V, I’m not exactly ready for a dinner date.” Nina cups her own cheeks self consciously.

“You’re gorgeous.” He taps her nose. “Don’t be silly.”

Nina turns to you with the flowers in her grasp. “Can you put these in some water for me?”

“Sure.” You smile.

You watch them skip away, thoughts swirling. You couldn’t imagine Jungkook making a gesture like that. To another girl, yes, but to you? 

Who knows what you wanted anymore.

After dropping your bag on your bedroom floor, you decide to take a long hot shower. You step out to see a flash on your phone. 4 memes from Jungkook.

{16:44} y/n: thanks for the meme spam :’)

{16:45} jungkook: I should probably stop sitting in my towel scrolling through memes and get dressed lol I'm so relatable

{16:45} y/n: LMAO I’M DOING THE SAME THING RN

{16:45} jungkook: proof

Here comes that excitement in your stomach again, who cares if you weren’t in a proper relationship? Who cares if Jungkook’s feelings weren’t as intense as yours? Your relationship now was exhilarating. 

You let the towel drop from your body and glance at the mirror, your figure blurry with steam from the glass, but there’s enough to see what he wants to see, whilst leaving more to the imagination.

Snap.

You send the photo and put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, climbing into bed. The exhaustion of a day full of absorbing information comes crashing down.

{16:48} jungkook: fuck that’s sexy

{16:48} jungkook: wanna see me?

{16:48} y/n: yes please

{jungkook: Attachment 1 image}

You were right. This boy knows how to take nudes. He holds his dick in one hand, the camera settled into selfie mode to show his v line and tense stomach. You gasp quietly at how big he is. He sits on the side of the bath, his towel discarded beside him.

You move your panties aside and start rubbing in slow circles at the sight of him.

{16:50} y/n: i’m touching myself

{16:50} y/n: wow you’re so hard already

{16:50} jungkook: that’s what you do to me baby

{16:51} y/n: i want to send you something else

{16:51} jungkook: ?

You video yourself, sliding your finger up and down your clit, drawing the slick up to your stomach. You send it to him, giddy as a school girl. 

{16:52} jungkook: fuck

{16:52} jungkook: stop y/n

You feel your face heat up at his request. Was it too much? You look down at your pussy self consciously.

{16:53} jungkook: Can I come over?

You say yes.

Jungkook’s accommodation is a ten to fifteen walk away. You change into a thin vest top and sexier gym shorts despite the cold weather. You stand in front of the mirror, overthinking as per usual. Was it too try hard? He’s seen you in what you normally wear to chill and snack in after a day of classes, this was clearly for him. 

But you kind of liked that.

-

hi!!!! this is my first time writing in about 5 years o.O thanks for reading!!! i’m weak for best friend jungkook imagines so I thought i’d try and make one. LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2. 

<3 

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[niall-is-my-dream]

Power Over Me - Part Two

Thanks to @heart-attack-harry and @lizziespidiepridie for your help.

Catch up on part one below

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/188083232033/power-over-me

"I wanna be king in your story I wanna know who you are I want your heart to beat for me Oh I"

3k words

Your eyes were struggling to open up this morning. Puffy from crying like a loser last night over a guy who is clearly an arsehole. Reliving the whole thing in your head had you pulling the covers up and hiding beneath them, wanting to hide away for the rest of your Sunday. 

But you knew you shouldn't.

Dragging yourself from your bed you managed to navigate your way to the bathroom, running the tap and splashing your face with warm water. Patting your face dry, you looked in the mirror above the sink and saw your face. 

You looked a right state. 

You needed paracetamol, a coffee and a two week vacation somewhere hot.

Preferably by yourself where you could wallow in your own self pity.

Sadly you'd have to make do with your sofa.

After making yourself a coffee and some toast you sat your bum on the sofa, turning on the tv and browsing the channels, you found some housey type programme. You know the ones where they want the cafe culture life in London but on a shoestring budget, then complain it's a two bed flat rather than a 3 bed house they'd dreamed off.

Well those twats can fuck off you thought as you switched the channels to an old episode of Friends. The One With The Prom Video, great. Basically the one where after years of lusting over Rachel, Ross finally wins her over by his sweet antics from when they were teenagers. 

A nice happy ending.

Well that can fuck off to.

You turned it off in the end, choosing to sit in silence and eat.

Your phone was on the coffee table with your bag and keys, exactly where you had left it last night when you'd got in. It had been ringing constantly on your journey home and the taxi driver had even commented about you not answering it.

After a quick text to Deo as promised to tell him you were home safe, you'd turned it off and left it. 

Now it was slowly torturing you.

A sucker for punishment, you moved to turn it on. The screen lit up and showed you how many missed calls, texts and voice messages you had.

A reply from Deo telling you to sleep well and to text him if you wanted to talk.

You didn't.

A couple from your friends who you'd been out with, asking you what was going on and that they hoped you were safely home.

And 23 messages from Niall.

13 missed calls. 

And 5 voice messages.

You didn't bother to read them and you hastily deleted them all without reading them. Same with the voice messages. Delete.

You didn't feel any better after doing it, the coffee and toast slathered in butter hadn't even helped how you were feeling. It wasn't a hangover or troubled night sleep that was causing you pain. 

It was your heart.

You were shamefully heartbroken at what had happened. Shameful because you had vowed since Lewis Burns broke up with you in Year Ten that you would never ever let a guy hurt you like that again. Granted you had been 15 at the time but it was a value that ten years later you still tried to follow.

Your heart felt heavy and it both scared you and annoyed you.

You just need some time to cool off and get over him.

Letting out a huge sigh you gathered up your plate and mug and took them to the kitchen. Opening up Spotify, you put some tunes on and started tidying up your flat. Washing up, making your bed, putting a load of washing in, it was all a distraction. A much needed one and it was working. When it was all done you grabbed your book and headed for a bath.

Throughout your day your phone beeped with messages, when you saw Niall's name you just deleted them. But as the afternoon went on, you opened up his contact and blocked him. Tears had followed and you ended up going to bed at 9pm. Your Sunday had turned out to be a quiet and lonely one, but something that was very much needed. 

Turning off your alarm the next day, you couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. But you had a meeting at 9am and another at 11am, and you had some prep to do.

The mornings routine was basically just going through the motions. You still felt like absolute shite, the heavy feeling in your heart hadn't even remotely subsided. After taking a hot shower you dressed and ate a quick breakfast, not even bothering to put the radio on like you normally did. Good luck to anyone who came in contact with you today.

The tube as usual was busy and you were squashed in amongst all the other commuters. By the time you'd arrived at your station your mood was getting worse. It hit its peak when you walked into your building and saw bimbo bambi on the front desk. She had a stupid smirk on her face that was definitely aimed at you as you walked past her. 

Luckily she had been on the phone and hadn't been able to speak to you. You were in no mood to be dealing with her high pitched squeaky voice this morning. How in the hell she had got the job as receptionist at the Recruitment Agency you worked at you will never know. You got the impression she couldn't even spell her own name. Which was Nina by the way. Bimbo bambi was just a nasty, horrible nickname that you and Annie from the second floor had come up with. Bullying wasn't something you condoned, but she didn't know that was her nickname and so she couldn't be offended if she didn't even know it. You were always polite to her and smiled nicely whenever she interacted with you. But she was definitely not a friend of yours and would never be one.

The reason behind her smirk became apparent when you saw the huge bouquet of flowers on your desk when you walked into your office.

Pausing in the doorway, you didn't want to go over to them. A few faces of your colleagues were smiling at you. Jack the office playboy was the first to speak, asking you who your new fella was. Choosing to ignore him, you walked to your desk dumping down your bag and looking at the arrangement.

The bouquet was beautiful, a mixture of light pink and cream flowers. A sealed note was attached to the cellophane wrap. Looking around as you opened it, a simple message was written.

Please can we talk x

Shoving the card in your bag, you didn't have time to even think about it now. You had a meeting with a company about helping them with recruitment in exactly 28 minutes. A large coffee was needed and you needed to gather all your prep together.

Dwelling on the card and over thinking about it would have to wait.

********

Your 9am meeting went well and you were back at your desk finishing the prep for the next one when your work phone rang. Seeing it was the reception office you let out a frustrated sigh before putting on your most polite voice.

"Hello?"

"Elizabeth, You have a visitor?" Nina said.

"Oh they're early." You replied looking at your watch and seeing 10:35am.

"No, it's not your next appointment."

Your heart sank.

Please no.

"You didn't tell me you were friends with Niall Horan?!" She whispered excitedly down the phone.

"Well it never came up in conversation." You replied quickly. "Please tell him I'm super busy and that I have a meeting at 11."

"Oh ok, will do." She replied, and you hung up before she could answer any further.

You were fuming, first the flowers then turning up at your work. Did he think that was the way to get you to listen? Well he was sadly mistaken.

Running your fingers across your temples you willed the anger to go away. You still had work to do. You'd managed to distract yourself this morning with the potential business that your meetings could secure. Letting him get into your head was not needed right now.

Breathing out a massive sigh, you looked up at your computer to continue answering some emails. That's when you saw him. 

Strolling through your floor coming for your office, attracting the attention of every single person. His casual attire of dark jeans and blue t-shirt being the biggest factor.

Fuck he looked so good.

His face was unreadable, something that was strange to you considering you'd known him 6 years. You had always been able to read him. 

But not today.

You stood up from your desk as he strolled into your office, closing the door firmly behind him.

"Niall...."

"Why haven't you answered my messages?" He asked you bluntly.

"Because I didn't want to." You replied in the same manner.

"You've not even read them, and the last ones I've tried to send you bounced back. Have you blocked me?!"

"Yes, and yet you still didn't get the hint." You said as you gestured towards the flowers.

"I just...... " He began but you cut him off.

"Look Niall, I can't do this right now. I have a meeting in 15 minutes to get ready for. To be honest I don't even want to have this conversation with you at all."

You were being rude now, desperate to save face. Your heart was pounding in your chest, it ached to reach over and touch him, but you held back when you remembered Saturday night. His cocky behaviour had infuriated you, but his lost looking face right now was making you feel guilty. But only for a split second before you remembered how hurt you were, how embarrassed and ashamed you'd felt.

Holding back the tears was becoming harder and you really needed him to leave before he saw how broken you were. The tough exterior you were trying to show him was crumbling.

"So, you don't even want to talk to me about what happened?" He asked you his voice calm.

"No."

This was a lie, well sort of. You did want answers from him but not now. You weren't ready.

He shook his head and started to look annoyed which infuriated you even more. He had no right coming into your office, surely the ignoring his calls and messages was enough of a hint for him, but apparently not.

You'd have to have a word with Nina in a subtle way to get her to actually listen to you when you need someone to go away.

"This isn't over." He said as he left.

"It never started." You replied.

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The second meeting had been ok, luckily it was a meeting with a client already on your books, because your mind had been elsewhere. 

Niall strolling into your office was not something that you had even been remotely prepared for. Seeing him had effecting you far more than you had thought. It was a silly crush and you needed to get over it.

It would be easy, he travelled a lot and he had a lot of friends. You were sure you could dodge seeing him, you'd probably lay low for a few weeks and avoid the dreaded conversation with your mutual friends.

Willie's voice asking Niall what the hell he had done to you, was still stuck in your head, he had messaged you today asking if you were ok. Willie had taken on the big brother role in the group and as one of the youngest you had been happy to have him care and support you. Deo had sort of become the annoying brother, but he had shown his caring side to when he helped you in a taxi on Saturday night. Neither had pushed you to talk and you appreciated it.

As you had got into the office early that morning you decided to head off at 5. Your head was still pounding and after taking some painkillers you tidied away your desk and grabbed your bag.

Nina was sitting at her desk on reception when you went past.

"I'm heading off now Nina so if anyone calls they will need to leave a message." You informed her.

"Got dinner with a certain someone?!" She replied with a wink.

God she was annoying.

"Not that it's any of your business but no."

"Oh it's just he's been outside in his car for the last half an hour."

"What?"

"Niall Horan." She said continuing to smirk.

"Spreading gossip isn't tolerated here. And not following orders from me when I ask not to be disturbed while I'm prepping for an important meeting is also a problem."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, but Niall is my friend and he's incredibly private. Please don't start making something out of nothing." You replied, defending him. He might have pissed you off, but you couldn't help but be protective.

"I am really sorry, I wouldn't spread gossip I promise. And I'll follow your orders about visitors from now on." She replied looking absolutely petrified of you.

"Thankyou, I'll see you in the morning." You said.

She mumbled a nervous goodbye as you left the building. You spied his car out the corner of your eye, what was he thinking hanging around waiting for you?

Walking quickly in the opposite direction towards the tube station, you hoped he hadn't spotted you.  

But of course he fucking had.

He called out your name, but you headed down the street winding in between the crowds. You knew he wouldn't follow you, wouldn't risk being seen chasing a woman down the street. In today's world, cameras were in your pockets and footage could be uploaded online for everyone to see in seconds.

He definitely wouldn't do that.

You reached the tube station, swiping your oyster card you made your way through the station to your platform, breathing a sigh of relief at having avoided him again.

The walk back from the station wasn't long and you called into little Tesco Express to get a microwave meal and a bottle of wine. You definitely couldn't be bothered to cook tonight. It when you were approaching your building that you saw his car in the car park.

Fuck.

You managed to avoid him and sneak around the back. There were two entrances to your block, accessing the way through the gate and the shared garden, you let yourself in hopeful that he hadn't seen you.

But it didn't matter, he hadn't been waiting in his car. He was waiting at your door.

Your heart sank.

After a rollercoaster day of emotions and a heavy workload you could cry just at the sight of him. You didn't have anymore fight in you to argue and you knew you'd crumble. 

The sight of him leaning against your door, knocked the breath out of you. His face looking straight ahead, the sound of you walking up the steps caused him to turn.

His face once again had that annoyed look, and you couldn't believe the cheek of it. How dare he look annoyed after how he had behaved.

Walking up to your door, he didn't move. Your eyes met his and the annoyed look was gone, replaced by one that was pleading with you. He knew you'd ask him to leave and he would fight you until you agreed to hear him out.

Moving closer to him, you were just inches away as you raised your right hand above his shoulder and put your key in the lock.

"Please talk to me. Let me explain." He whispered.

Your body betrayed you as your eyes filled with tears.

Turning the key, you unlocked the door and moved sideways to get around him. He was right behind you, walking into your flat as you were taking the key out the lock. Strolling in like it was perfectly ok to do after everything that had happened.

Shutting the door, not acknowledging him you put your shopping bag on the side. Carefully taking out your meal and your wine. You could sense him at the doorway as you took off your coat and sorted out your bag.

"Are you going to let me explain?" He asked his voice calm and low.

"Doesn't look like I have any choice does it?!" You scoffed aware that he could probably hear the way you were choked up.

"Why are you being like this?" He asked you.

"Like what Niall? An arsehole? Not nice is it?" You replied allowing your face to be seen, no longer hiding behind your long hair.

His eyes widened when he saw your face and upon hearing your words.

"I'm sorry."

"Doesn't matter."

"It does matter. I'm not good at this."

"Good at what exactly?"

"Talking about this sort of stuff."

"Then why are you here, why have you been messaging me, coming to my office and waiting outside my work? I specifically told you I didn't want to talk to you. Did you not listen or are you just trying to humiliate me even more?"

Silence.

You couldn't even look at him, choosing to walk past him and out to the hall, hanging your coat up on the hook on the wall.

"I think you should go." You said, eyes brimming with tears. You knew he was right behind you and you couldn't bare to turn around and face him.

"Not until you've let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain, it was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. Done. Now you can go."

"Elizabeth."

"No, I can't deal with you right now. Please just go." You begged.

"I didn't mean to leave that night, I don't know why I left you to wake up alone."

You moved towards the door, opening it, unable to bare being near him. His scent was invading your senses and you couldn't take it anymore.

"Let me know when you figure out why you did." You said and he moved towards you.

Your eyes couldn't meet his as he looked at you before walking out the door.

Part Three

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/188384634468/power-over-me-part-three

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[immpeccablystudious]

6 Important Tips to Make Distance Learning Easier

Let me preface by saying, this post will not have the answers to any of your classes to make them easier. Distance learning and, online classes in general, are what you make of them and what you put into them. I have taken online classes for many semesters and while they were never my favorite option (especially for language classes (looking at you, French 101)), I did notice that the more time and effort that I put into those classes, the more I enjoyed and did better in them.

With the added pandemic, this is going to be harder than others, but I’m hoping that my advice from my own experiences will help you for this upcoming semester/school year!

1. Designate your study area

It seems self explanatory and that everyone is saying this and that would be because it is and they are! Having a space that is solely dedicated to work/school/studying is SO important. Whether this is in the corner of your bedroom, a room no one uses within your home, or a lap desk in your living room, make sure that you are using this space only for working. My best advice to go along with that is, if you have the means to, try to revamp your work space to be more inviting and comfortable. I don’t want you to sit in a hard, uncomfy chair for hours on end looking at a blank wall and I’m sure you don’t either. Make your study space a place that you want to be! Swap that old computer desk chair that you’ve had for 8 years for a cute, comfy one instead (this is directed 100% towards me). Add some shelving for cute plants and knickknacks. Add awards or accomplishments to help you keep pushing. If possible, add a cute wallpaper! Anything to spice up the space that you are going to be spending A LOT of time in!

2. DO NOT DO WORK IN YOUR BED

Don’t do it. I spent all that time talking about designating a study area for a reason. Sitting in your bed to do work might seem like a good idea, but in reality, all it’s going to do is make you more tired, frustrated, and less likely to actually do/remember any of the work you try to do. Your bed is made for sleeping, so keep it that way! My space is very small this academic year and it’s very tempting sometimes to leave my desk, walk the 3 feet to my bed and lie there. And there’s nothing wrong with that! Just don’t bring your work with you. Leave it where it needs to be. You want to make sure that your brain isn’t associating your bed with work which could create not so pleasant sleeping habits that keep you from relaxing when you really need to. My advice? Once you get up, stay up*. I’ve found that I’m less likely to get back in bed if I straighten my bed once I get out of it. I’ll head to the living room and watch tv or sit in the dining room and watch YouTube while drinking my coffee/eating breakfast and there’s not as much of a desire to get back in bed after that.

*Disclaimer: Naps are important. Rest is important. This is not me saying do not rest/take naps when needed. Please rest your body it’s very important!

3. Start setting things up early...like now

This includes but is not limited to: your sleep pattern, school supplies, school schedule, finances, work opportunities, etc. As an Enneagram 1w2, Capricorn moon and rising, and INFJ (and generally just a type A person), I’ve been getting ready for the semester since June. Not because I necessarily wanted to, but because over the course of the few months from leaving my community college to my new 4-year, there’s been a lot of overlapping of responsibilities that has lead me to finish with a lot of housekeeping duties early. I’m now in a 3 week limbo, where there really isn’t a lot for me to do other than to wait for professors to start posting their courses on Blackboard. But, starting early has made all the difference. I started with my sleep schedule based on my class schedule. On Mondays and Wednesdays, my first class starts at 9:35am (specific, right?) meaning that if I want to have a slow and productive morning to wake up and be ready for class, I need to naturally start waking up earlier. This is my first weekend since starting my sleep change and I have successfully done it! One thing that I wasn’t really expecting to change as much as it has been is my school supplies list. I love using pen and paper for notes - it helps me think about the subject and helps to remember what I’m learning. But with online learning, I’ve had a sudden urge to try online notes. There have been times before where I would supplement my paper ones for online but it wasn’t often and it wouldn’t last very long. My main hesitation - staring at a computer screen for SO long. Using pen and paper breaks up the amount of time I’m staring at the screen (especially if I get digital copies of my textbooks). It’s the little things, ya know?

4. Let everybody know your schedule

If you’re going to be on a Zoom session at 8am, it’s important to let your parents/guardians/siblings/relatives/friends know so that nobody walks out of their room in their puppy pajamas for the whole class to see. Embarrassing story example: I was on a Zoom meeting for an student org and my brother walked out of his room without a shirt on. I didn’t realize anyone could see him until it was too late and I could see some of the advisors chuckle. Yeah, that was not fun. There have also been times when, over the summer while working, my family would be having loud conversations in the background and I wouldn’t be able to turn my microphone off. Making sure that everyone knows the times when to be quieter is important because you want to get the most out of your classes without the distraction. I would start off with just going over your schedule, when there are times to be a little louder and when things should be a little quieter.

5. Start implementing healthy habits

This goes back to #3, sort of. I wanted this to be separate for multiple reasons. I have struggled with healthy habits for so long but one of the things that helped is setting a routine. When I get into my routine, I feel the difference when I fall off and it doesn’t feel good. For someone that has dealt with iron/vitamin deficiency, taking supplements and vitamins has been my saving grace. I used CareOf vitamins for about a year and LOVED IT. Before the semester starts I do a big grocery shop that involves getting healthy foods to cook with, not so healthy snacks to have for those late night cravings, frozen meals for a quick lunch between classes, work, and homework, and little extras - skin care, body care, etc. I love Trader Joe’s for this because it is surprisingly affordable! If you have one in your area and have never been, PLEASE take some time to stop by soon! It’s my favorite place to be.

6. Planning, planning, planning!

All of my planners are probably already very skilled on this, so for those who want to get started, this is for you! I know that the aesthetic of bullet journals and planners is cute and fun to play around with but if it doesn’t work with you, not only are wasting your money, but you’re wasting your time! One source that I feel like works universally is Google Calendar. You can customize it to use it the best way FOR YOU. Just need a reminder 15 minutes before class? You got it! Need a more detailed schedule to plan out every second of your day? You got it! Need a place to put your to-do list? You got it! Want to see a daily, weekly, monthly, or yearly view? You. Got. It! Google calendar has so many bells and whistles to give you the most power and customization possible! I don’t know a single person that has used it and hasn’t loved it.

I hope that this helped at least a little bit as you all start your academic year. Of course, there are plenty of more ideas, tips, and tricks to getting off to a good but I hope these help where they can!

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[deadlygoddess85]

Ethernal Soul - Serie

- Part 8 -

Chapter 8 - Voluptuous temptations  

Pairing: San x Nina, Wooyoung x Jo, Andri x Yunho

Words: Too much

Genre: Fantasy, Vampire AU, smut, fluff. 

Song suggestion: Wicked Games - The Weeknd / Sacrifice - Black Atlass / Gravity - John Mayers. 

Characters presentation -The Vampires

Characters presentation - The Witches

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The feeling of San’s hands caressing every curves of her body, of his lips nipping at her sensitive neck and his teeth occasionally scrapping her tender skin, was overwhelming. The experience felt so surreal and seemed to make the rest of the manor just melt away. Nina moaned under the vampire’s touch, earning a deep groan from her lover as he continued his antic on her neck and collarbone.

The time seemed to have stop, leaving only the two of them, the witch realized they were not in the hallway anymore when she felt the plush material of a comforter under her body. San’s body hovered her small form, holding himself up with his arms on each side of her head, caging her under his muscular build.

He cupped her face with one of his hand, his thumb slowly brushed her lips before he crashed his mouth on hers with more passion and lust than before. His hand gently slid down her face, to her neck, following the curve of her plump breast, down her stomach and under the hem on her short dress. His fingers grazed the inside of her thigh, moving slowly, making Nina squirmed and whimpered in need for more. Until finally his fingertips reached her fold. Pulling her underwear to the side, San hummed, satisfied to feel her already so wet for him.

Nina moaned, her head sinking in the mattress under her when San sank two of his fingers inside her dripping core. The vampire started pumping them at a fast pace as he pulled himself up to kiss the witch with a newfound hunger. He just loved how she was writhing and whimpering for him. When he felt her walls clenching around his soaked fingers, he removed them from her and brought them to his mouth. Nina watched him lick her arousal from his digits while reaching for his protuberant bulge. She stroked him slowly, he groaned enjoying both her sweet taste on his tongue as well as the feeling of her hand on him.

Clothes were quickly removed and thrown on the floor leaving the two young lovers naked on San’s purple sheets. The young man crawled between the witch’s legs bringing his length to her dripping core. His free hand sliding up her body, caressing her soft skin, kneading her breast softly and playing with her sensitive nipples.

“You have no idea Kitten how much I crave you” his voice is low, sensual, honey to Nina’s ears.

It only took a few thrusts before he was fully inside of her, hearing her whine. The vampire wasted no time and started to move keeping a deep and steady pace, making sure to hit her sweet spot with every pushes.

Nina’s groans and whimpers gave away how much she desired him. Her velvety walls clenched hard around San’s length, making him moan in pleasure. Her climax built up extremely fast, as once again her core tightened around him. The witch let out a loud moan, digging her nails into San’s shoulders as she came undone.

The vampire could hold back no longer. He groaned loudly as his arms wrapped around her tightly, and he pushed in deep to release himself inside her. Sweaty and panting, San, pulled out and leaned his forehead against Nina’s before he laid a smile peck on her rosy lips,

“You’re so beautiful Kitten. I want you to know, you have me, today and forever.” His eyes, back to their normal shade of purple, were filled with love and desire, “I’m all yours Kitten” and he gently brushed his nose against hers.

Nina felt overwhelmed with emotions. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled him into a kiss, as close as she could, in a failed attempt to cover her small tears. San felt her wet cheeks but didn’t say anything. He simply gave her a loving smile, gently wiping away the tears and he rolled on his bed next to her, pulling her small body into his embrace. The young woman snuggled against his muscular chest, enjoying his unusual warmth and she whispered,

“And I’m all yours San!”

For the past two months, since Jo had that talk with Wooyoung in the garden, she was having dreams about him. No matter what the dream was, he would always appear randomly, like a convenient guardian angel.

At first it was cute, he would save her from embarrassing situations or from terrifying nightmares. Comforting her like she did for him in the garden. But it quickly got hotter.

It started with a kiss. That night Jo was dreaming about her prom night, and of course her date was Wooyoung. They were dancing on a cute ballad when the young man, kissed her. It was so vivid; Jo could feel the warmth of his plump lips on hers and his hands tightening around her waist while he was deepening the kiss.

Then, the kiss transformed into a passionate make-out session the next night. As soon as Jo started dreaming, Wooyoung would appear and pulled her on his lap, so she would straddle him. He would crash his lips on her, and they would stay like this, devouring each other’s mouth, hands exploring their bodies, until Jo would eventually wake up, all flustered and terribly aroused.

Jo would try to avoid Wooyoung in the manor, being too embarrassed when she was with him. She was starting to fall for the vampire, and she felt silly about it. Those dreams were just that…Dreams. Fantasies. But, when the night would come, she felt herself excited to fall asleep, in the simple wish of spending yet another delicious night of passion with the young man.

That night, when she closed her eyes to slip into a slumber, Jo found herself in what looked like a luxurious bedroom, she was wearing this very sexy black lace romper with matching underwear, that piece of lingerie was weirdly specific, she thought. And there he was, casually leaning against the dresser, his white button-up shirt opened, revealing his tone, muscular chest. He was eyeing her hungrily, his perfect lips between his teeth. He beckoned her to move closer and she did without hesitation.

When Jo was near enough, Wooyoung quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, wasting no time in kissing her eagerly. His mouth moved from her lips to make its way down her neck,

“You’re so beautiful Princess,” his voice was low as he whispered the pet name in the shell of her ear, “Will you let me have you tonight?”

The question made her fold drip with arousal. The witch silently nodded, too flustered to say anything that wouldn’t sound totally desperate. She felt him smirked in the crook of her neck. Wooyoung’s hands grabbed Jo’s ass, kneading the plump flesh with a strong grip, making the witch moaned softly.

Then, Jo founded herself on the plush bed with Wooyoung hovering over her. This dream was even more vivid than all the others. His hands on her naked body, caressing her skin with a delicate touch. His warm mouth kissing, nibbling, and biting every curve, giving extra attention to her round breast. His thick length pumping in and out of her clenching core at a slow pace, as he took his time thrusting deeply inside her.

“I could worship your body all night, every night, Princess.” He groaned as he continued to make love to her for what felt like hours.

Both their orgasms were strong and intense. She clamped hard around him, moaning in ecstasy as he let out the cutest whimper when he reached his high and released his seeds inside her.

Panting softly, still in each other’s arm, Wooyoung looked down at Jo. His intense green eyes studying hers,

“You brought me back to life, I love you”

And Jo woke up, sitting up in her bed. She was sweating. She was weirdly satisfied, and she felt her core was sensitive. ‘How is it possible from a dream?’ she asked herself. She could still feel him all over her.

Jo ran a hand in her hair trying to compose herself after such a dream. She would lay back down, trying to go back to sleep, but the rest of her night was sleepless, as she kept on thinking about Wooyoung words: ‘I love you’.

Andri poured a few drops of a pink liquid into a flask filled with a green-ish thick mixture softly bubbling over a Bunsen burner. The concoction fizzed releasing a small white smoke, Andri took the flask off the burner and poured his content into a beaker to cool.

The scientist leaned back in her chair, taking her security glasses off and huffed. She had worked on this potion for weeks, trying to find the right components and now that she found the right recipe, she was excited to show it to Yunho.

Andri stood up, stretching her arms over her head. Glancing at the small window over the bookshelf, she realized it was dark outside. She looked at her watch: 2:35am,

“Oh god!” she sighed. The witch moved quickly, trying to clean the place a bit before going to bed.

She was putting some herbs and components back into one of the cupboards when she felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist,

“Have you worked all night again, love?” The vampire’s warm breath on her neck made her shiver.

Looking over her shoulder at the tall man, she smiled leaning into his embrace,

“Well, someone here has to work.” Her sassy remark earned her a small pat on the butt,

“Hey! I was gone only for a few hours.”

Andri turned around to face her partner and gave him a cute grin,

“Well, while you were feeding, I worked on something I’m pretty sure you’ll love!”

She took his hand in hers and lead him to the experiment table she was working on. The vampire’s golden gaze moved from the table to Andri’s pretty face, not really knowing what he was supposed to look for.

Andri took the beaker in her hands and handed it to Yunho,

“Give this to Mingi”

The vampire looked at the green mixture then his beautiful eyes went back on Andri, questioning,

“I read your notes on the potion you are usually giving to him, The health potion! I made an alteration to it.” The scientist happily stated.

The vampire cocked an eyebrow, waiting for her to say more,

“By replacing the mud crab powder by purple Imp roots, adding twice the amount of magnesium and cooking the whole thing at an exact temperature of 92°F. You’ll get this fortified health potion. The effects are tripled, so Mingi will get his powers back and if my calculations are good, which I’m pretty confident they are, He will be fully healed after 10 intakes.”

Yunho looked at his partner in awed before he picked her up in his arms, giggling and peppering her with kisses,

“You are truly amazing. You have no idea how happy you just made me”

The vampire sat her on the exam table, his playful kisses changing into a sultry make-out session. The tension grew thick and hot; clothes were removed, hands and mouths roamed on each other’s bodies as Yunho worshiped her, making sweet love to her, slowly, sensually as she deserved.

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The relationship between the witches and the vampires is getting steamy...hope you enjoyed. 

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Passerby (excerpt)

NEW Weekday Sched

4:00AM Wake up

4:10AM-4:30AM Stretch or yoga

4:30AM-5:00AM drive to gym

5:00AM-6:00AM workout (alternate)

6:05AM-6:35AM shower

6:35AM or 6:40AM load up car, head to coffee shop

6:45AM or 7AM coffeeeeeee

Get on I-15 to work

7:30AM or 8AM woooorrrkkk

5:30PM clock out

6:00PM home, prep meal or leftovers

7:00PM clean

Make time to read, call Kayleigh, yoga, prep for bed

Get your beauty sleep

“Some schedule you got there...” Former Marooned Islander Kyle points out. I track his gaze and see my new personal schedule I forgot to pin up on the fridge. Trying to keep conversations going is a struggle sometimes. There’s hope I feel, but schedules are like my thing.

I’m not quite sure what to say, but I can’t function without a schedule, without order. If I fall or miss a beat, everything gets out of whack and becomes disorienting. I’m one of those people that need some sort of structure, y’know? I try to find something witty to say, but I get flustered. It’s my schedule.

New Acquaintance Kyle just smiles. He meant no harm, but this also means he’s the complete opposite to some effect. He tries to remedy the current mood.

“Well, nice place you got -” His attention gets pulled away and he reaches in his pocket. I close the front door behind me and proceed to place my stuff on the dining table which shifts the floral place mat just a tad. 

“Sorry, give me a moment,” he apologizes. He doesn’t like interruptions.

“Hello?” Thank goodness someone called Kyle, maybe I can shift the topic elsewhere. Today was different. I fixed the place mat and just leave my canvas bag on the empty seat since it’s not occupied.

I make my way to the fridge to grab us some water, but his conversation catches my attention.

“Yeah, it’s me, Kyle. Jake?” I overhear Kyle’s voice behind me. I take two Dasani water bottles out of the fridge and make my way over to Kyle.

“Thanks.” He lifts his chin in approval, but his forehead wrinkles as he’s trying to listen in on what Jake is saying.

“You what?” He pulls the phone away from his ear, “Mara, are you okay if I go out into the balcony?” I nod. Phew, I got time to straighten up my place. 

Honestly, I don’t know why I agreed to let him hangout. I just met him. I’m super awkward and uncomfortable meeting new people. What Jake did is unforgivable. At least, Kyle is nicer. 

Dammit, I don’t have anything to straighten. I scan the room one more time for a slight error. Nothing. I take a deep exhale. This is depressing. 

Having new people over makes me anxious. I remember I used to do this a lot when I was in my early twenties, but now that I’m an “adult”, I feel that I have to hold some sort of standard society instills on “adulthood”. 

I was about to take a sip of my water and Kyle’s muffled voice from outside reaches my ears.

“Dude, we just got back. No, I’m at Mara’s.”

Oh hell no, Kyle knows Classic Jake. I try to hide a wicked grin on my face. Nope! I’m not going to sit on the couch and pretend to read. I make my way over to the balcony to see what the commotion is about.

“Okay, seriously, you should have thought this out better. You left us.” he grunts. Kyle looks over when he sees me peep my head out.

“Are you okay?” I inquire...still trying to hide that smile! I lean forward as if I’m on Broadway. Kyle smiles, but his expression changed to something dark when he hears something from the receiving end.

“No,” He pressed to Jake, “I’m not driving back up to get you. It’s a Sunday night. Mara and I have work tomorrow.” 

Ah fuck it, let’s be spontaneous. I pull myself into the balcony and join poor Gentleman in Distress Kyle.

“Kyle, give me the phone real quick.” I reach my hand out. Kyle suddenly realizes what’s about to happen, he shakes his head. He pulls the phone away from his ear.

“No, Mara. He does this all the time.” he whispered loudly. I roll my eyes. He doesn’t know where this is going.

“Jake,” I sing (I always dreamed of being on Broadway), “we’ll pick you up!” 

Kyle’s face drops.

“Okay! Great! See you two in a few hours!” Jake sings.

Kyle hangs the fuck up.

“Mara.”

“Look you don’t have to come.” I start as I head back inside my quaint apartment.

“No, you need me. You need another driver.” Kyle trails behind me and I hear balcony door shut and lock. What a good boy.

“Alright, let’s go.” I winked back at Kyle. His face is turning red and he shifted his gaze on his phone which lit up. Good, Jake still believes he’s on good standing.

I grab my canvas bag once again, “We’ll take my car, you navigate and on the way...let’s devise a plan to get back at Jake. Got it?”

Navigator Kyle’s eyes widen. This is the start of a beautiful friendship.

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