#pray for my pulls to go well today and then again on friday

[4giorno]

anaxas theme is just. fucking insane

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

im fucked, i know - roy kent

warnings; swearing, smutty references, angst, accusations, fightings

summary; an article is written about some of the soft things roy does for you, and he assumes you're at fault.

a/n; first time writing for this beauty. considering a smutty part 2 if y'all want it :)

"Tell me the truth," Roy said, "Did you go to the reporters to tell them all about our homelife, huh?"

"For the last time, no I didn't."

You refused to react, because you really hadn't gone to the paps. You wanted your privacy as much as Roy did, maybe even more than Roy did, on account of never being famous and never wanting to be. But you loved him, and sacrificing a little piece of your anonymity was worth the love and and joy he brought you.

You were not, however, feeling love and joy right now.

"Well then how the fuck did they know all that, eh?? This article has shit that only you would know."

You were backed into the counter, his arms of either side of you, gripping the ledge of the granite, in a way that would normally excite you, and well still not intimidated or scared, you weren't exactly feeling good about it. Your arms crossed tightly across your chest.

On Saturday morning, an article had been published about 10 things the public didn't know about retired football legend, Roy Kent. Small things, like he liked being the little spoon, how he was hoping and praying for a little girl of his own soon, how he was absolute enchanted by you, willing to cater to your every whim. It made him look so soft, which he was, but the whole fucking world didn't need to know that.

You'd fought all Saturday, then slept as far apart as possible in complete silence, before fighting again all day today, but it was worse, it was like he was trying to force a confession out of you.

"Yeah that's my fucking prerogative, I waited until we dated for five full years before I went and blabbed to a bunch of fucking reporters telling them about how you like to be the little fucking spoon."

"Fuck!!" He shouted, pushing off the counter and turning around, hands rubbing harshly across his own cheeks.

"I'm going to bed," you said, "I think you should sleep in one of the other rooms tonight. The way you're accusing me, and talking to me... I just don't want to sleep next to you."

Roy looked over your face, noting the way your lip quivered. He was torn, his instinct said to grab you and pull you close and apologize and beg to come to bed, but his rage, his frustration, told him that you'd done the one thing he hated most, crossed the boundary most precious to him.

"I'll do you one fucking better," he said, picking his jacket up from the back of a chair, and leaving the house, slamming the door behind him loudly.

When you heard his stupid car start, your shoulders dropped from their defensive position, and the tears rolled quickly down your cheeks. You hadn't done anything. You'd been in all Friday while Roy went to the pub with the team, drinking and celebrating freely for the beginning of the off season.

Usually this was a time of bliss for the two of you, Roy allowed himself two full weeks of time devoted to the relationship before carrying on with off season training. Normally at this point, the two of you would be shamelessly rolling around in bed, and when you were panting, sweaty and recovering, still wrapped up in his arms, you'd discuss where to spend a weeks vacation. Because you, being the ever supporting partner, took the same vacation time.

You phone beeped with a text from Roy.

Lock the fucking door before you go upstairs. Goodnight.

You sighed, wiping the tears off your cheeks before locking the door, and dragging yourself to your room. Stripping off your clothes from the day, you pulled on one of Roy's shirts, and sobbed into your pillow, chasing a nights sleep that would surely evade you.

"Let me sleep in your fucking house," Roy said, staring at a confused Jamie, who didn't say anything but let Roy in anyway. He could've gone to his sisters house, but she would've asked a million questions. And he didn't want Pheobe to see him at this level of mad. "Fuck," Roy mumbled, checking his phone again to see if you said goodnight back.

You didn't.

"Alright, Royo?"

"If I was fucking alright would I be in your fucking stupid house asking to sleep in your stupid fucking guest room and not- stop fucking looking at me with that stupid fucking face!"

"We can talk tomorrow," Jamie said, "you are not regular grandpa mad right now you are just beyond."

"Fuck off," Roy said, checking his phone again.

Did you see the text? Did you lock the door? Should he call and check?

"Unless you want to talk now? I can put on-" Jamie was cut off by a glare he'd never seen before, it made him want to cower away from it. In all their years training and hating each other and becoming friends, he'd never seen a glare quite like that before. "Okay, night."

As Jamie scurried off down the hall, door closing with a little more force than intended, Roy let his face drop.

Was he wrong? What the fuck was going on? He couldn't imagine a world where you called up the paps and told them how he can't sleep without hearing you say goodnight first. About how he can't truly get comfortable at hotels until he knows you're safe in bed from whatever you were doing that day. Not that you couldn't be out or like he had any say about that but just... he liked to know when you got home after. But no one else knows that shit, that's his personal shit, shit he only shared with you.

Roy wandered over to Jamie's couch, not caring enough to make it to the guest room, and kicked his trainers off, flopping onto the furniture without even taking his jacket off.

Still no text.

After debating calling you to make sure you had stayed in and gone to bed, and saw his text to lock the door, he decided not to. Not that it could, but he didn't want to risk things getting any worse. Was bad enough, really.

Instead, he scrolled back in your messages, looking for a video you'd sent him while he was at the last away game.

But he wasn't after any of the ... intimate ones. He needed a certain one. A specific one, and when he found it, he played it over and over until he could trick his brain into falling asleep.

A simple video, you holding your phone on your face, saying "Goodnight love, miss you. Can't wait to see you tomorrow, and I love you!!"

He played the video until his phone died.

In the morning, Roy woke up to Jamie tip toeing around his kitchen. Roy groaned, his knee fucking aching from the stiff position he'd slept in, for the few hours he even managed to sleep.

"Oh," Jamie froze, "sorry didn't meant to wake you but I'm starvin," he mumbled, "Hungry?"

"No," Roy grunted, stretching out his leg and trying to hold in his grunts of pain. Fuck this couch.

"You want to talk about it?"

"Why the fuck would I want to talk about it with you?"

"Jesus, relax geezer. I figured if ya girl couldn't make you feel better I could at least try. What happened? You guys fight?"

Roy grunted, nodding slightly. Roy weighed his options... go home and fight again, or see if Jamie could help.

"Was it about the article?"

Another grunt. Another nod.

"Awh, mate. Don't take it so hard, everyone makes mistakes. I know she's a private one, was she mad?"

Roy scrunched his eyebrows together. "Why would she be mad?"

Jamie looked confused, "Dunno, cos she hates attention like tha?"

"If that were true she wouldn't have fucking told everyone that shit," Roy mumbled. He realized choosing to talk to Jamie about this was stupid, what does Jamie know about privacy? What does Jamie know about fucking anything?

"Erh, Royo..."

"Fuck this," Roy grunted, standing up but grunting as his knee gave him trouble. He started jamming his feet into his trainers.

"Coach listen," Jamie started again, but Roy just grunted, ignoring him.

"She'll tell the truth today and say sorry, sure of it, hates sleepin' alone."

"Wait, listen to me, seriously." Jamie said, standing in Roy's way when he moved for the door. "Did you guys fight because you were mad at her?"

"No shit," Roy said. "She crossed a boundary that I'd made very fucking clear when we started."

"Erh, I dunno how to say this but..." Jamie took a breath, "wait let me uh," he took a few quick steps back, safely out of Roy's reach. He took another deep breath. "You told them reporters all tha'."

"Fuck off," Roy said, face covered in anger. "Like I would ever do that."

"No really," Jamie said, bouncing his weight between both feet as if warming up to flee Roy's rage at any given moment. "Me and Isaac tried to fuckin' corral ya'at the pub but you were drunk, talkin' about 'er all excited to anyone tha' would listen. An' when we tried tellin' ya that you were talkin' to a pap you told us to fuck off. An' we were drunk too so we did."

"No," Roy said, finally. "That's not what happened."

"Call Isaac if you're sure but like... that is what happened."

"No."

Jamie looked sad. "Were ya mean to 'er?"

Roy wasn't even sure if he believed Jamie. Yes, maybe he got drunk enough that Keeley and Colin had to drag him into the uber. And maybe it was the first time in a while that he'd woken up with that bad a hangover. And he wasn't sure how he even got from the car to the bed, but he was in pajamas and you'd made him a big breakfast. And his car had been back in the driveway even though he'd left it at the pub and... he could vaguely remember talking to random people that night. He remembers telling the boys it was ready to get the ring out, and that he was feeling particularly in love with you lately and...

Oh.

Oh no.

Roy sat back on the couch. Right on the very edge, and put his head in his hands.

"Please," he mumbled, with an air of vulnerability that made goosebumps shoot up Jamie's arm. "Tell me you're joking."

"Sorry," Jamie answered. "But 'm not."

"Oh fuck, I'm fucked." Roy didn't move an inch, sat like a stone statue and Jamie didn't know whether to leave him in it or move closer. Jamie stayed perfectly still, worried about making any move.

"I'm so fucking fucked, fuck!"

And suddenly Roy was on his feet. Checking his pockets for his keys, which obviously weren't there, and he cursed and swore and muttered frustrated nonsense as he searched the couch cushions for his keys. And where the fuck was his phone? Ah, forget the phone. Didn't need the phone, needed the fucking keys.

Where the fuck were his keys?????

"Coach?"

"What!?"

Jaime was pointing the leg of the couch, where the keys were poking out.

Roy grunted grabbing them and rushing towards the door. Jamie had to nearly jump out of his way. Before he left he glanced back at the living room, cushions and blankets severely out of place.

"Sorry."

"All good."

Roy moved to leave again but stopped. He looked over his shoulder at Jamie, shirtless and stupid, and Roy muttered, "thanks."

"Anytime, granddad."

When Roy got home, he parked like shit and raced into the house. He was frantic, calling out your name and looking for you. It was still pretty early, but if you had a shit night like he did you'd probably be up. He threw his coat on the floor and slammed the door behind him, harder than he meant to.

"Babe?" he called, taking the stairs two at a time and ignoring the pain in his knee.

But you weren't in the bedroom, or the kitchen, or the bathroom, or the back deck. You weren't here. Roy sat on the floor in the hallway, head buried in his elbow, and knees drawn up to his chest. The ache in his knee didn't even fucking compare to the one in his chest, the one fueled by guilt and regret and remorse, fuck he was such a fucking idiot.

Of course you didn't go blabbing to reporters. Why would you have done that? You've more than proven your loyalty to him, and your relationship. Not that you'd ever needed to prove anything to him. You'd always been there, supporting him when coaching made him nostalgic and sad. Always patient with him when he was being a dick because he was at a different stage in his life.

And you did it without ever making him feel like you were putting up with him. You made him feel like you were just feeling it with him, like you were loving him through it. And then at one sign of trouble he'd turned it at you, made it ugly, didn't let you explain anything, made it nasty.

He had been so, so awful.

And you hadn't deserved any of it.

He blamed you for him getting drunk and telling strangers how much he loved being the little spoon.

At the sound of the door unlocking, Roy's heart skipped a beat, and he was up on his feet quickly, rushing down the stairs to meet you. You were in casual athletic wear, sunglasses covering your face and hair in a ponytail that was sticking out the back of a baseball cap.

"Hi love," he mumbled, throat closing at the sight of you. You didn't smile when you saw him of course, but weren't frowning either. Your face gave away nothing. But when you took the hat and glasses off, he saw what he caused. He saw the red, puffy eyes from too much crying and too little sleep. Saw the cheeks rubbed raw from wiping those tears away.

And he felt sick. What kinda partner had he been?

A really shit one.

"Morning, Roy."

"You weren't here, fuck, got so scared you'd left."

And while yes, you had left the house, you knew what he meant. He meant thought you'd left him.

"After all this time you should know well enough I wouldn't just cut and run from you without trying first." You weren't trying to be mean, but you were just exhausted. You'd slept like shit. "I texted you that I was going for a walk in case you came home."

Roy didn't know what to say to that, he never did find his phone at Jamie's and just left without it. He was dying to pull you into a hug. Desperate to feel you in his arms, feel your heartbeat against his. But he had no right, not until he told you the truth.

"It was me," he said suddenly. "On Friday when I was drunk I was talking to some reporter. I didn't know I did that, and I was shit to you. I was so fucking shit to you and I'm so sorry. I'm so so fucking sorry, you didn't deserve me berating you for one fucking minute and I did it for a whole weekend. And I wasn't listening to you and I was a shit partner and I'm sorry, love, I'm so sorry. Couldn't fucking sleep proper after fighting and it just made my temper worse and Jamie kept looking at me with that stupid empathy face and..."

"Roy, you've gotta take a breath." you said, putting your hands on his arms, the first time he'd felt you touching his skin in days, made him shut up and frown, just looking down at you.

He took a few deep breaths. And instead of talking more he just grabbed your hips, pulling you into him. You let out an 'oof' as you were pushed into his chest. His lip trembled as he held you, trying not to let you see it, but you just knew he was close to crying, could feel his fingers trembling as his hands spread out over your back.

"We'll talk about it, love."

"No, don't please..." Roy sighed, "please don't be nice to me, be mad at me."

"I can be nice and mad at the same time."

Roy huffed, squeezing you tighter against him for a second before pulling away gently, just enough to look down at you again. The sight of you, light pout on your lips, eyes hurting from his actions, made his heart feel like it was imploding in on itself.

"I'm really sorry," he said, voice a soft and gentle whisper.

"We'll figure it out," you said, "We have two weeks together, I'm sure you'll pull together some grand gesture to make me feel better."

"The grandest. So grand you'll be embarrassed of it. They'll write a movie about it."

You laughed, softly and not your full, happy laugh. But enough to give Roy enough sense to know things will be okay.

"I'm going to shower," you said, "maybe when I get out we can have tea together and talk about it, okay? Maybe they're will be a chocolate croissant from that place I like..."

"Chocolate croissants, got it, yes, there will be." He grabbed you cheeks, kissing your forehead, then both temples, then both cheeks, then he splattered a barrage of kisses from the cheek to your ear, trying to convey all his love and apologies and affections with the sweets pecks.

You laughed again, a laugh closer to your real one, and pushed him off, slipping out of his arms and walking towards the stairs to shower.

Before you could get to far Roy called out to you again, and you looked at him. "We'll be okay, right? You and me?"

"Of course we will," you said, "If we broke up just because you were an idiot we wouldn't have made it one week."

Roy laughed.

He bought ten croissants from that place you like.

[broodwoof]

Happy Friday! Slow, patient foreplay/sex for Varric and Solas maybe from Smut Fic Prompts? 👀

speaking my language here friend 👀established relationship fun uwu @dadrunkwriting 890 words cws: none

“Solas,” the way Varric spoke his name, the low, warm rumble of his voice, made him shiver. Or perhaps it was the way his heavy hands were tracing maddeningly delicate circles on his waist.

He was, at Varric's request, quite bare. Varric was not. He had expected a power play and had been open to that - what he had not expected was the dwarf's gentle, unassuming, and painstakingly thorough exploration. But here he was, cock throbbing heavily and entirely ignored, Varric pressed against his back while his hands wandered. “Varric,” he snapped, jerking in the other man's grip as his hand drifted tantalizingly close to his cock before pulling away to explore the soft slope of his stomach instead.

“Figured you'd be all skin and bones,” Varric mused aloud as Solas sighed, shifting slightly - trying to encourage Varric's wandering hand back down. But the dwarf just smoothly glided upwards, trailing over Solas' nipple without even teasing it. “But you have a little meat on you after all.”

“I'm so pleased you approve,” he ground out, exhaling sharply when the wandering hand ended up on his arm. Varric might be enjoying himself, but this was decidedly far from the stimulation that Solas craved. “What is it you want, dwarf?” He asked at last, Varric laughing behind him.

“Whatever do you mean?” Oh, damn him. He knew perfectly well what Solas meant.

“Are you trying to get me to beg?” It was embarrassing to consider, but at this point he would be willing. He just wanted Varric's thick hand on his cock. He wanted to be jerked off until he came.

Instead, this teasing exploration. “Oh, that,” Varric said casually. “Well, if you want to, I'm certainly not about to stop you.” He growled and Varric laughed again.

“Please,” the word closer to a snarl than a request. Varric hummed behind him, shifting to drag his fingertips down Solas' chest. It was better than his arm, but the barely-there touch raised gooseflesh across his body. Trying to push into it was useless, though, Varric matching him moment to moment. The man was damnably observant. “Please. Touch me.” This time he forced the request to be sincere, Varric's hand stilling and giving him a bright moment of hope… before he just laid his palm flat against Solas' sternum.

“I am touching you,” he quipped, Solas groaning.

“If you keep going like this I'll just finish myself off,” he pointed out, sounding a little more surly than he'd intended. Varric laughed again, but this time he softened it by kissing along Solas' back.

“Aw, you need it that bad?” He teased, letting his hand trail down again. Solas couldn't help the way his breath hitched, praying that Varric would finally give him what he needed.

“Please,” he whispered, voice thick, any embarrassment forgotten against the heady possibility of relief. “Please touch me. I need to finish. Make me come.” Now, finally, Varric was the one who shivered. 

Then, blessedly, wrapped his hand around Solas' aching cock and started working him hard and fast without any preamble. It was so sudden that he jerked against the other man, a loud, sharp gasp ripped free as his hips started to push into the quick, deliberate movement of Varric's hand. “Noisy today, aren't you?” The man's voice was so thick that Solas whined, the sound of it going straight to his cock. “Somehow, I don't think this is going to take long,” Varric teased, but with his warm voice and steady hand, Solas couldn't find it within himself to mind.

“Don't stop,” was all he managed, hips rolling steadily now. Varric knew just how he liked it, squeezing sometimes at the base, dragging his foreskin across his soaked head… and when he placed his other hand over Solas' tip so that every thrust rubbed the sensitive flesh directly into his palm, he was gone.

He moaned shakily as he came, each pulse slicking Varric's palm before trailing down his cock, making the dwarf's continual movement easier, more fluid. It didn't take long for relief to become overstimulation, whining as Varric refused to stop - but Solas let it be, knowing what the other man wanted now and shifting back until he felt the thick press of his cock against his ass, grinding against it through Varric's breeches. He liked being made to come this way. 

Varric began rutting against him, breath coming faster as Solas let noise spill from his lips without reserve, well aware that each whine, gasp, and moan drove Varric that much closer to the sweet edge. And judging from how stiff he was and how desperate his movements were, he was already close. Apparently ruthlessly teasing Solas pleased him.

He continued working Solas' softening cock, rubbing his seed against his sensitive head, until he finally stiffened with a gasp - then shuddered, jerking forward as he came hard in his clothes. A few short moments later Solas shivered, feeling the warm wet of Varric's finish pressed against him as he seeped through his clothing. Varric's hands finally stilled, then drifted down to Solas' thighs. He winced as his own slick was spread against him but he didn't really mind.

They'd get up to clean soon. But for now, he was more than content to wait while they both caught their breath and came back down.

[misc-obeyme]

I absolutely sit on my hair all the time 😭 sometimes I'll lean forward to grab something and then get yanked back by my own hair

Tying it back just keeps it from falling into my eyes and obstructing my vision, but the rest of the ponytail will totally fall over my shoulder and smack me in the face. Braiding it helps keep it more uhh, contained? It tangles less that way, because man it's WILD. I miss my friend/coworker at my old location because she used to untangle it for me at the top since I couldn't always tell

I also have a bad habit of running my fingers through it when I'm nervous. Like when I'm with a big group of people I'm not close to, I'll pull it over my shoulder and just start rapidly doing that 💀 Or place my hands behind me back and mess with the ends. It's only frantic when I'm nervous, otherwise I'm chilling trying to genuinely detangle it bc it's kinda soothing, even if it's tedious

That'd be nice if the characters picked up on that. Like a random demon approaches me and at first they wanna be like "she can handle herself, maybe i shouldn't intervene - oh shit she's doing the hair thing, MY TIME TO SHINE".

But I'd also totally do that if Lucifer was scolding me or grilling me for info 😭 IT'S SUCH AN OBVIOUS TELL NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT NOO I'M DOOMED

okay but one funny thing, I've accidentally smacked my brothers in the face when redoing my ponytail. I don't mean to either but it's hilarious. Rip to whoever is near me when that happens

As long as Solomon doesn't change my hair length permanently, we're golden. Glitter hair sounds sick, as long as it doesn't transfer

ALSO MATCHING HAIR WITH 13 AAA I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT, THAT'S SO CUTE 😭 FUCK IMAGINE TRADING SCRUNCHIES WITH HER, I DON'T WEAR THEM, BUT FOR HER I WOULD

I don't think I'll ever go back to short hair. Sometimes i get that intrusive thought about chopping it all off, but I like it too much now. Honestly, the silly reason I keep it so long is because it gives princess vibes/makes me feel like one. That's it, LOL.

I feel like Lucifer might chastise me after seeing everything I go through with it and then I meekly admit my reasoning to him and he just sighs. And then immediately sits me down to do my hair.

OKAY I NEED TO STOP RAMBLING AKWKFJ, I GOT A NEW BOOK TODAY, I'M RANK 120 AT THE TIME OF TYPING THIS, I'VE KEPT MY DRAWING STREAK, AND MY STORE OPENS FRIDAY SO PRAYING IT GOES WELL

- ✨ anon

If I may say so, I don't think your reason for keeping it long is silly at all! The only reason I've ever grown my hair out was for the way it made me feel pretty (minus the pandemic situation obvs lol). If keeping it long makes you feel like a princess, that's an excellent reason and you need nothing else. I think that's kinda the whole point of having your hair how you like it!

My reason for having short hair currently is definitely more related to my gender expression... i could get into it, but that's more info than is needed lol! But in the end, it still comes down to, I have it this way because I like the way it feels!

Anyway, I'm so sorry but your description of sitting on it made me laugh. And so did the part about accidentally smacking your brothers in the face with it.

I'm just imagining you doing the same to the brothers - some of them would be annoyed, but I think some of them would secretly like it. *cough* Mammon *cough* Like they'd say hey MC watch where you're flingin your hair! But in their mind their like yes please whack me with it again... sldfksdfjf I just find that so cute lol.

And OKAY I love the nervous tell though! I definitely think all the characters would pick up on it eventually, some faster than others perhaps. Like if Lucifer was scolding you and you started doing it, I think it'd make him feel bad. Like actually seeing you do that would make him realize he was stressing you out and he would probably just hug you instead. Lucifer is a big softie under all that strictness so I think that's how he would react.

I'm definitely imagining most of the brothers being like, oh the hair thing, time to step in! They would do that for sure!

I don't think any of Solomon's hair magic would be permanent lol and if you were like, do whatever you want but don't mess with the length, I think he'd do just as you asked~

Rank 120?? Like in the event??? I was like in the 250 range for a little bit until I got everything I wanted and stopped grinding as hard. I think I ended up like 2,000 something lol.

And yay drawing! I hope it's going well for you still!

[setsuuestsu]

2. Taking Over the Counter Medicine

It was thankfully a long break from university for two weeks because of Christmas and Yoongi was excited (though he tried not to show it) because he and Hoseok had made a lot of plans for that evening, the day school ends. First up was ice skating, which neither of them have ever tried so who knows how well it was going to go, but as long as it was with Hoseok, Yoongi was content. 

“Yoongi-hyung!” he heard in the distance. He turned around and saw Hoseok running through the snow, getting caught in the deep powder every other step. He did eventually make it to where Yoongi stood to wrap his arms around the younger male once he made it through the snow. “It’s cold!”

“You wouldn’t be as cold if you wore a proper jacket for once, Seok-ah.”

The younger male grinned cheekily. “But they’re not fashionable, hyung! They make me look puffy!”

“Don’t come crying to me when you get sick.” Yoongi grumbled, knowing full-well that he absolutely would fuss over Hoseok once the younger inevitably fell sick. 

He took Hoseok’s cold hands in his gloved ones and rubbed them slightly. “Should we head back to the apartment first?”

Hoseok nodded, sending Yoongi his heart-shaped smile and swinging their hands slightly as the two walked. He let Yoongi unlock the door to their shared apartment and immediately flopped onto the couch as soon as the door was opened. “I’m so tired!”

The elder of the two frowned. “Do you still want to go out tonight? We can go tomorrow if you’re tired.”

“No, no! We can go tonight! I’m just gonna close my eyes for a minute now … I felt pretty tired during classes today.” Hoseok yawned slightly and shut his eyes. His face relaxed as his mind shut off. *

“hHA-Tshii!” 

“Bless you, Seok.”

“Thanks.” Hoseok rubbed his eyes as he sat up from the couch. He sniffles slightly. 

“Will you be ready to go soon?” Yoongi asks, not looking up from his phone. He’s trying to book ahead for the ice skating since it’s a Friday night and most likely going to be crowded.

Hoseok sneezes again into the blanket Yoongi draped over him, frowning and looking as if the blanket offended him. Cute. “Gimme a few minutes. I want to put something warmer on.”

A hum in reply. Yoongi opened a game on his phone and plopped himself onto the couch to wait for Hoseok. He heard Hoseok cough from his bedroom.

“Seok-ah?” Yoongi called, slightly worried. 

“‘M fine, hyung! Just choked on air!”

Yoongi’s worry didn’t quell, but he let it rest for now. He waited another two minutes and then Hoseok came out of his room, bundled in a jacket and a scarf wrapped all the way up to his nose.

“You finally listened to me, Seok-ah? Yoongi joked, taking in the younger’s appearance.

“Hm, kind of cold.” Hoseok said nonchalantly, pulling his gloves on. 

“Are you ready to go?” Yoongi asked, praying that Hoseok wasn’t getting sick. The younger was known to harbor any illness he caught for at least a week and Yoongi hated seeing Hoseok so miserable. 

Hoseok nodded, taking Yoongi by the hand and pulling him out the door. “I’m excited!”

Their apartment wasn’t too far from the outdoor ice skating rink but Yoongi felt Hoseok shivering despite the three layers he could see him wearing. And Hoseok was sniffling or muffling a small cough every couple minutes, a telltale sign that Hoseok wasn’t feeling well. It was only making Yoongi more concerned. 

They were about halfway there when Yoongi slowed down, pulling on Hoseok’s hand softly to get him to stop.

“Hyungie?” Hoseok’s voice was laced with congestion and he looked exhausted to say the least.

Yoongi led him over to a bench and gently pushed him into sitting down. He sat next to Hoseok, placing a hand on the younger’s forehead. “You’re not feeling well, aren’t you?”

Hoseok all but crumpled into Yoongi’s embrace. “Hyungie …”

“We can go another day, we have all of break to go.”  *

Thankfully, it wasn’t too serious. It seemed that Hoseok had only caught a cold and the fever had just come along. Once they had returned back to the apartment, the poor boy had been sneezing and coughing every three minutes.

Yoongi walked over to where Hoseok was bundled up on the couch with a package of cold tablets. “Take one? It’ll make you feel better.”

Without a fight, Hoseok took the tablet from Yoongi’s hand and placed it in his mouth, frowning. 

“hh-hhETShiew!”

“Bless you, honey.” Yoongi stated, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table and handing it to the younger.

He watched as Hoseok squirmed a little on the couch to make himself comfortable and closed his eyes. Once he was certain Hoseok was asleep (snoring softly), he carefully lifted the younger’s upper body and slid underneath him, taking Hoseok’s head and resting it on his chest. 

Hopefully Hoseok wouldn’t wake up with the flu tomorrow.

[menaasstuff]

The Misfortunate Incident

Chapter One

“I'll love you till I take my last breath, Emilia!”

“No matter what gets thrown our way I'm prepared to fight for you.”

“I just need to know we're on the same page, what do you say Em?”

“Em?”

“Emilia”

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 --- " EMILIA! Wake up, you’re going to be Late! "

Light flooding into the once dark room as the screech of the curtains being shoved open accompanies her mom’s voice, jolts Emilia from her sleep. Turning over to look at the time flashing on the alarm clock, she’s struck with the realization that she has less than 20 minutes to get ready or risk missing the bus for her first class. After throwing the blanket off her body, she welcomes the cold air while heading to her closet in search of something to wear.

Still being in the post sleep daze of consciousness led to many mishapes to occur in her morning routine, such as knocking her shoulder into the door frame on her way to the bathroom to and stubbing her toe while walking to her dresser. After grabbing her bag and an apple from her kitchen, she kissed her mom goodbye and rushed out of her apartment to the bus stop.

(Outfit and Hair)

“Of all the days to oversleep, it just had to be today” she muttered, while rushing down the never-ending flights of stairs she’s had to take in place of the elevator since it’s been broken for the past month.

Emilia smiled at the Abby, a grey-haired woman, that worked at the apartment front office as she reached the lobby of her building. Bursting out the front double doors she hurried down the front stairs and onto the busy Seattle sidewalks in search of the bus stop. She arrived just as it was about to take off and knocked on the door while looking pleadingly at the driver who took sympathy on the frazzled girl and reopened the door so she could climb on.

“Overslept again Em, that the second time this month”

Emilia smiled at the bus driver, an older man named Harold who she was used to seeing every day, while she swiped her bus pass and responded to his playful jab with her own.

“I stayed up late working on a presentation for school, I wish I was old like you and didn’t have to worry about things like this anymore”

Harold laughed and shooed the girl to find a seat so he could take off and makeup for the couple minutes he lost waiting for the scatter-brained girl. Settling into her seat and plugging in her headphones, Emilia settled in for her commute to school and prayed that the rest of the day would run much smoother than her morning proved to be. The music flowing through her ears and the scenery zooming by allowing the girl some peace before her hectic day was her favorite part of her morning routine

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Arriving to school she searched for her friend Jessi in hopes of getting breakfast before they had to separate and begin their classes for the day. Luckily Emilia only had three classes on her schedule for Fridays, today she wished for a full schedule to avoid going to her last class of the day where she had a presentation due. Though she stayed up well into the night to practice, it didn’t do much to diminish her nerves. This wasn’t entirely surprising considering that anyone who knew the girl would know that she was terrified of public speaking and has been known on more than one occasion to freeze up entirely when in front of a crowed.

Lost in her thoughts she jumped when she was poked in the side and whirled around to face the girl shed been searching for, Jessi Solace. Emilia and Jessi have been friends since they were in middle school and Jessi stood up for Emilia when she was getting picked on by a group of girls, they’d been inseparable since.

“Woah Em! Did you pull another all-nighter, your eyebags are so dark” Jessi gasped.

“Don’t even get me started, I was so nervous for today I don’t even know how I managed to get any sleep at all” Emilia replied while walking in the direction of the canteen with Jessi at her side.

“Em, I swear you’re going to be fine. You always get yourself so worked up about these things and you do just fine once you do it” Jess nudged her best friend with a laugh while they got their food.

The girls found a table and sat down before Jessi called for Emilia’s attention to talk about the latest show, she’d been invested in.

“I can’t believe its almost over and you still haven’t started watching it, I honestly think it’s the best adaptation so far, no lie F4 Thailand is way too good for to not even have started episode” she chided her brunette friend.

“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to watch it Jess, I’ve just been busy with classes I haven’t had much time to do anything really, besides I doubt that this version can be any better than Meteor Garden, which if I recall correctly, you also dubbed the best version” Emilia laughed while raising her eyebrow at her less that amused friend who simply responded by sticking her tongue out.

“I swear I really mean it this time promise me you’ll watch it today, besides its Friday and we have a three-day weekend any, it’ll be the perfect relaxer after these last couple weeks you spent on this project” she begged with a pout.

“Ugh fine I promise, now I got to get to my first class I’ll see you later, love you”

“Love you too”

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            After she separated from Jessi, the rest of Emilia’s day seemed to speed by until it was finally time to head to her last lecture and give her presentation. While on the way to class Emilia felt her nerves began to reignite, her thoughts spiraled on all the things that could possibly go wrong, she was snaped out of it when she collied with a girl and felt the front of her shirt become soaked with a cold substance. Looking down her shirt had a big stain and through the girl began to apologize, Emilia brushed her off with a strained smile and rushed to the nearest bathroom.

            Dabbing at her shirt with a paper towel did very little to help the stain and she quickly realized she’d need to go to class with a stained shirt or risk failing the presentation. Releasing a deep breath Emilia grabbed her bag and left the bathroom to continue to get to her class while trying to calm her racing heart and hold back the tears of frustration that threatened to break past her water line.

            Stepping into class she rushed to the back of the classroom and slumped into her seat while resting her head on her arms in an attempted to ground herself. After a few peaceful minutes the clack of heels filled the auditorium like classroom and drew the attention of the students who were previously either chatting or scrambling to finish last minute details they didn’t have the energy to do the night before.

“Good afternoon, Class, I hope everyone was able to successfully complete their presentation projects, today we’ll be doing the first set of presentations and will finish the rest next Tuesday after the four-day weekend. I’ve also decided that to add an element of surprise I’ll be choosing popsicle sticks to determine order.” Her professor announced with a smile while the students let out a collective groan at the news.

“Since I can see how enthusiastic you all are, let’s begin”

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As the time ticked on and one presentation after the other went by, Emilia began to grow hopeful that she wouldn’t get called to present and would be able to hold off till the following week when she wasn’t covered in someone’s iced coffee. Her heartrate began to slow when she checked the time and there was 10 minutes left of the class, she was sure that the professor would end it there and she’d get off scott free. She felt on top of the world, the room felt brighter, the air felt fresher, everything felt gre—

“Emilia Raven, you’ll be our last presentation for today”

She’d never felt her heart drop as fast as it did in that moment, taking a deep breath Emilia shakily stood up and began walking down the steps towards the front of the auditorium. Once she reached the bottom step she looked towards her professor and could feel the surprise in his eye at what she was sure was her less than tidy state of being, with her dark under eyes and coffee-stained shirt on full display seeing as she had to leave the house bares faced in her rush that morning and her little misshape that took place minutes before class.

Taking a deep breath, she mustered up a smile and turned to face the waiting students.

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Stepping into the apartment, Emilia slammed the door behind her and called out a greeting to her mother while walking to the kitchen in search of a snack. Once she entered, she noticed a note sitting on the counter and upon closer inspection saw it was from her mom informing her that she got called in to work the night shift at the hospital. She also warned her to not go back out, since there was supposed to be a storm rolling into the area and she didn’t want her out in it.

Setting the note back down on the counter, she let put a sigh and thought about how she should spend her night, her mom working the night shift meant she’d have the apartment to herself for the night and she fully intended to take advantage. She was going to wash the stench of coffee off her, make herself dinner and maybe finally get around to watching the new show her best friend had been trying to get her to watch.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

3.28.25 Friday-- Continuosly doing prayer vow for nana and sir Paez.

6:47 am

Waiting for 7 am for the prayer vow... I hope Harold will still shoulder our wifi here coz in a lil while, it will be end of the month again... I still need to find 1500 pesoses to fix my LCD... I don't know where to get that coins angels,just to fix the LCD of my phone.

It is so heart-breaking that I can't get a job and this is one of their sabotaging act on me here in Cavite? Those people that I didn't know but always saying that they all care for me.

I had a bad dream again, a total nightmare about Mitch... I can't believe that she will hide things from me for so long... I don't know, how to put it here... In my nightmare last night and when I woke up it feels real, I'm worrying so much at the same time I'm angry on things that I must know but she didn't involve me... Why? Why, Mitch?

I'll make a cup of coffee for today... Sponsorship that I got from Darwin yesterday...

Thanks, Darwin for the coffee yesterday that I still need more coffee...

7:03 am

I still have windblow...

Done, doing the prayer vow... I'm having my first cup of latte... Hoping and praying that someone will give me more assistance on my coffee...

I was religious... I never betray a friend... I couldn't take it... It is better to slap a friend's face than to stab him/her at the back...

I don't know, what Mitch did to me?

If she did something to me... In my heart of hearts , I can only afford to slap her face... Will she kill me? I hope not coz I always pray... But I didn't want things to happen like in my dream... Why, she has a group of I can't describe... They are not doctors in my dream but there are some nurse and doctors, what I mean is, they are not acting as doctors and nurse but why???

Mitch is handling a group in my dream, it is weird there are women who wore seductive lingerie... Some are just on their panties and without anything on their top... Is she handling something that I should know? I said before, I just feel her somewhere but I couldn't say it coz it is weird... But did she do a movement for me? Did Mitch do a plan without telling it to me for so long?

On the other side of the world, I hate DJ's these days most specially those DJ's of Eagle... I love and hate LEMONADE but he is the most fair DJ you can have from them... The rest of DJ's the women, I hated them for being unfair...

I don't know if I'm gonna put here my bad dream about Mitch and some people who got involved some stars and a lot of unknown people in my dream...

7:53 am

Still,have windblow...

In my dream there were group of people who raid the group of Mitch somewhere? I wonder if its nearby... And why...

My brother in flesh and blood RV cried in my dream, he is calling Mitch, I wonder why? I wonder if RV met Mitch...

RV said NO! NO! We need to save Mitch... She is with us... We need to save Mitch. Then, all of a sudden Pau/Pauline appeared in the scenario in my dream and she said NO! RV you have to go inside the van and where is Maco? Someone shouted on PAU... Hey! Pau! I need a back-up here... A guy said I need back-up here Pau. Pau is a younger long-legged friend of mine. She got a gun, she wore a black jacket and she pulled and pushed RV to go inside the van. She said RV go inside the van. Then, Pau shouted, where is Maco? A guy said Maco was with KC, KC was getting Maco... Maco said NO! KC you have to go, I will get Mitch...KC shouted back-up, back-up! We need to withdraw, you can't be here Maco, we need to get you. Back-up!

A guy from the van pulled RV said RV go inside here, don't interefere... A father in law in my dream but supposed to be went to Pau but they became partners in our circle in my dream... It is a weird dream... He said Pau get Maco and KC... Pull- back! It is not our game... Pull-back!

KC shouted as well saying retreat! retreat! Get Maco! Some guy pulled Maco in the arms and KC said we are going to retreat it is not our game!

Alamid came in, the same thing as well shouting back-up and retreat! One of the Alamid's went to Pau as back-up and saying back-up and retreat!

I'm giving everyone a " Benefit of the Doubt"... I wanted a gathering coz in a way I care or I want to slap a friend's face, to be fair....

In my dream, Mitch was a leader of women, mixed women to be exact like a doctor or nurse but they didn't admit in my dream that they are doctors and nurse. But someone said there were orders came from someone not to admit that they are doctors and nurse coz there are some people who joined them like people, people or ordinary people...

It is a weird dream... I'm so stressed-out...

I plan to organize my thoughts... I'm having nightmare...

You can't hide things from me Mitch... You will always be my leathery and razor back friend! For the rest of the friendship... I want to slap a friend's face coz I care!

9:03 am

Still,have windblow...

Someone called me again, I thought it is CODY or someone a friend somewhere to lift me up...

Lolita is one of the third party customer care of MAYA, she sounded like a killer to me... I can read her...

She sounded that she is accusing me to the point that she wanted to kill me... It is not the way of a customer care! She is really accusing me to give her the money... hahaha People of someone from here? People of INC or Church of Christ? People of Mitch?

Lolita is pushing me that I was the one who loaned from MAYA. I keep on explaining to her in a calm way but she was not calm... Not a customer care but a swindler voice... I said in calm way, I have no existing Maya account for over a year now... It was being tampered if Lolita will just listen to me but she will not listen to me then I have to kill her...

10:29 am

Still,have windblow...

Angels, these are for my upper angels... Hope you will appreciate my pick and help me by simply buying...

This is really a dream and a blessing for people who deserve this... I'm not expecting to reach this but I still want my nose perfection and vanities. Can my upper angels support me? Coz I want a nose perfection...

God gave you the blessing to buy coz you deserve it... Help me, just buy... For my " HIGHNESS ANGELS"... For men this compilation and will find more for my upper men angels...

It is really a car ;)

Simply help me by going inside my store and buy... Buy...Buy.. ;)

2:19 pm

Still,have windblow...

Break time, it is tiring to post pin on my PINTEREST BUSINESS HUB... Believe or not, it is draining... I hope and pray to get help on that by simply find me buyer, angels here and to find angels buyer for me...

Please, simply buy, buy...

3:03 pm

Still,have windblow...

Thanks for the Siomai RV... Trending Siomai... I feel super full...

3:20 pm

Still,have no windblow...

I feel super self-pity... Meghan Fox didn't graduate high-school but she is there getting the success in the world. It is a matter of luck and good people around you.... Whew! I feel self-pity... I graduated from De La Salle, I was not a mean person, I was religious and a choir member in that fakers INC or Church Of Christ but I didn't get any blessing in life. Ouchie! If I see JESUS, will tell him to go with me and let's do some rebel act in this world.

3:54 pm

Still,have windblow...

5:50 pm

Still,have windblow...

I'm having actual anxiety, I'm thinking of money... I don't know, I suddenly feel irritated... I'm worrying so much... Shots of John by next month and I feel self-pity... I feel super self-pity...

I wanna travel... I'm seeing Dubai and I can't travel...I wanna do nose perfection.

I want the sand dunes... I need a job and I wanna enjoy a lil...

I need to wash clothes again but we can't use our washing machine, still coz we need to thrift... I'm on my gloves again, manually... Not my ideal life... I need a job... But Philippines is not hiring me angels...

I don't know what to do anymore... I need Cody or a bf to assist me in life, I still want progress... I feel frustrated...

10:47 pm

Still,have windblow...

Uncle Jun is still fakers always contradicting if something good will happen here...

I'm just cleaning and keeping the old stuff here coz RV told me from last week that Aunt Teresa ordered him to remove the old divider in the kitchen. I thought Uncle Jun knew but he said awhile ago that hey! What are you doing? ( Anung ginagawa nyo? Bahala nga kayo dyan magagalit si mama Trining mga gamit pinakekelaman nyo! )

Uncle Jun is having malice when he is saying things, as if negative... RV just helped us on cleaning the kitchen coz it was really wet from the past days coz of the hole on the water tube, there was a leak.

Anthony, Ambo and Darwin are fixing the old room of nana... I'm waiting for another death in my family, it feels that way... I don't know if Uncle Jun and Uncle DD are real or whoever in the family...

I want my nana to live more, I'm asking death on whoever is not real in the family on the 4 children of my nana and whoever in the family... I'm waiting for another death, next to Uncle Totie...

I love my brother so much RV, I always want him safe... The original family here are me, RV, nana, my Aunt Teresa and my adoptive father the japanese...

I don't wanna be rude... It is a bit painful living with Uncle Jun and with the guidance of my fakers mother Beth...

It is time angels... I'm asking for an another death in the family, next to Uncle Totie... I don't know if Uncle DD is real, but we are not really talking these days but they are handling the bills here, they are covering the bills here if Aunt Teresa is delayed as always lately...

RV was with Ambo, Anthony and Darwin from the past days they planned to fix the room of nana, her old room. This morning, Ambo and Anthony were here, they were fixing the old room of nana. RV said that I'm just helping you guys coz the floor here is wet and there was a leak on the water tube.

RV just asked me if Uncle DD knew the water leak, I said hmmm from last week he knew coz Kuya Bong went here remember, his original worker if he needs a repair man here in the house.

Uncle Jun is suddenly commenting that Uncle DD will get mad about that in the kitchen, why did they remove the stuff in the kitchen. I just said I thought you knew this... RV just simply asked a favour on me coz he is simply helping us here in the kitchen.

Uncle Jun doesn't want to happen a positive thing here. I'm respecting RV coz he planned to help us on fixing the kitchen here coz there are so many hole in the kitchen in the water tube and in the old cabinets.

Not my ideal life to live with Uncle Jun. He is happy that I don't have a modern phone, it feels that way...

I'm happy in a way coz RV, Ambo, Darwin and Anthony are helping us here in the kitchen to clean and to fix some holes. Most specially on RV... RV told me that they will fix the old cabinets, I said yeah! coz there are holes and no longer presentable... I will be super happy if they can fix the kitchen and paint the kitchen wall and put a tiles in the kitchen as well... This is our house angels...

I washed plates outside awhile ago coz we can't use the faucet in the kitchen coz they just put a sealed on it, RV told me to use the water in the kitchen by tomorrow morning.

Uncle Jun is commenting that nana will go home here in a lil while... I said yeah as long as she is ohkay already but she is still on her NGT. She can't go home if she is still on her NGT. I truly love my nana...

It is not my ideal life to live like this... I still need money,job and lime light even a bit...

I wanna be happy again... I'm so smashed... I feel sad and bitter for 18 years...

I'm self-pitying for 18 years... I wanna gain friends more and more and hoping I can get friends on the upper to pull me up...

Not my ideal life to live like this here with Uncle Jun forever, just foodish, foodish angels... Still, cheapness...

I wanna get a bf hoping English speaking... If not as long as he can save me from here and help me to stand on my own like Cody or anyone that I like, like my X Mark though I don't feel the same way but I want him to save from here.

I still want a bit of lime light, a bit of happiness not this way... They didn't born me but always killing me as well as other people.

I hate Manalo's and I don't wanna be Church Of Christ anymore!

[indigo474]

bye bye June

time really is going fast. this year is halfway over. I spent yesterday laying around, napping and eating, I also watched a little bit of TV. I felt my age.. I usually don't feel my age but boy did my body hurt. I have a nice bruise on my leg and a scraped up knee. my body felt better today my leg doesn't hurt, it's my arm which has no sign of injury.. now i'm ultra paranoid of falling. I had my sunglasses on in the woods. there is no reason to have on my sunglasses in the woods. that's why I fell. I ran today in the heat and humidity and yuck. I probably would have had a better workout at the gym. o well. I worked from home this morning.. by work I mean..I painted my nails, dusted, cleaned the bathroom, waxed my face, pulled up rugs, swept, mopped, organized my cabinets. i'm going to ask if I can start working from home on friday's. i'm not sure exactly when, but I would like to work from home 1 day a week. I was going to see my mom but i decided not to. i'm just too tired and I dont know.. we talked on the phone and she told me she is proud of me. she was telling me how someday good things are going to happen for me and I have to pray to God and evil will never win and I have to remember that. I told her it was nice to hear she is proud of me, she said she has always been proud of me and she was proud of me when I was raising "those" kids. You were a good Mom, she said. I was a good Mom. My life revolved around those kids and that house. I didn't even get so much as a thank you from either one of them. i'm proud of myself and I forget to tell myself how proud I am of who I've become. when my Mom told me she was proud of me is wear it felt like I was 9 again. I'm still that child who wants her mom to be proud of her. I realize I have become the person I needed when I was a child.. i tell her that.. you're safe and protected and i am proud of you. It turned out to be an emotional day for me. I haven't had a good cry in a long time. I'm deleting all dating apps.. again. back to square 1. square none. busy week. working out/ working.. and a visit to the Dr. fun times.

[mydearselff]

38 wks & 3 days

After yesterdays appointment I was heading to work. I decided to save on gas since there was still traffic and I figured I had enough time to enjoy the bus ride to work while I can probably catch up on some sleep. I got the the bus station around 12pm, I had enough time to kill so i stayed in the car til it was time to go.

This is where everything came crashing down and I thank god for a husband like mine. When the bus pulled up to the stop, I started digging around my bag to get my wallet for the the bus card. It wasn't at the normal spot so I kept looking around tossing around things in my bag, I even had to spread my bag wide open to get a better look. I searched my jacket pockets and even my scrub pants. No wallet to be found. I thought, well it's too late now I can either go inside the bus and pray my wallet is in my car or go back to the car and wait for the next bus. I almost decided to try and get on the bus but if I had forgotten my wallet on the chair someone would have stolen it by the time I got back.

I left the line and headed towards my car. I called my husband in the meantime to keep my company. When i got to the car i couldn't find my wallet anywhere. I searched my bag again and there it was, at the bottom. I started to get mad at myself because of all the time I wasted when I could have gotten in the bus if I had just looked hard enough and calmed myself down in that line. But it was too late. I started ranting to my husband and how I was tired and that my next bus wasn't until another 20mins later. He told me he was on the way to wait with me but I told him it was fine because the drive from our place to the bus stop would take about 15mins.

I had so much things going on in my mind. First of all I'm exhausted 24/7 from being pregnant. Going 20mins down south for a pregnancy check up then back up for work that would take another 40mins to an hr is a lot to think about. I have a chapter exam and a final exam all due by Friday-- and I don't feel confident enough to even take that final exam. And missing my bus didn't help either because I wasted time and calculating the time I'd get to work made me not even want to go to work because what's the point in working 4 hours when I could be home studying for this chapter exam and final. Then I have my husband on the phone talking about wanting to buy me a car because the one i have isn't safe enough for the baby and i but i can't stand the thought of a car because of his financial situation and mine. Like there's so many things i want him to focus on first instead of the car when mine works okay for the time being. Next thing you know he tells me, "I'm here." and I look at the time and see that i only have 5mins until my next bus comes.

Oh my god--i started bawling my eyes out. i kept crying and crying and tried to tell him why did he come here, it was a waste of time. He tells me, "instead of appreciating what he did i'm complaining." and i knew i hurt him. But that's not at all what i was trying to do. it's stress crying that's coming out but it's also the fact that i won't get to spend time with him long because i have to leave anyways for the bus. and i felt bad that he wasted all that time to comfort me when i can't spend more time with him. He tells me, "Don't tell me it's wasting time you're my wife. I'm coming." He knocks on door and i'm just sobbing. I let him in to sit in the passenger side and i'm just sobbing into his arms as he just hugs me. He asks me if i ever regret getting pregnant to which my response was how could you say that? he hugs me tighter and it calms me. i tell him what it was that was going through my head. we talk through it. i decided to wait for the other bus so i can have him longer. he tried to get me to make it to this bus but i told him there's no point in going to work. i had been texting my manager back and forth to get a clear answer if i could have today off but it's been taking a while.

i told myself if i don't get a response back by the next bus arrival then i'll head to work. He agreed. there was enough space in front of my car for him to park his car, so he reparked his car in front of mine. and hung out in my car until it was time for me to either go back to work or head home. 10mins until the next bus came i finally got the text telling me it was okay for me to have the rest of the day off. GOD I WAS SO THANKFUL. And I'm so thankful to have him in my life as my husband. i love him so much.

the rest of the day i was able to focus my time on studying and doing my chapter exam. now it's time to cram the next few days for the final. then once this is all finish, i can finally relax and sleep and focus on the last week of pregnancy.

dear son- sorry i had to put you through all this stress. one day this will all pay off.

[aurelie-in-letters]

Friday, April 19th, 2024. 3:30am.

Must I always write my entries in the early morning? That seems like it's going to be the case going forward - a diary full of yesterday's recollections & reflections.

I had to work, & woke up only an hour prior - I prefer to wake 2 hours beforehand - I try to delegate tasks in 30 minute intervals, so there are 4 quarters to the routine. The first half hour is for waking up properly, checking my phone, brushing my teeth, getting dressed. Second is for doing my makeup & hair, putting on accessories. Finally, putting my lunch together, finding something to eat, drinking coffee with my nana, sitting a moment. Then, with 30 minutes remaining before my shift, we depart, leaving me with at least (hopefully) 15 minutes.

The day was fine until the opening cashier left - I was the evening / closing cashier, & spent most of the day pulling old clothes off the racks since the pull ban has been lifted - at least temporarily. I finally finished the kids section, & just in time, because my coworker had to pull her drawer. I think it would have eaten me alive if I hadn't - maybe my old friend is onto something when he says he's always been under the impression I have OCD? But then again, maybe it's just perfectionism ...

We had a woman come in & return two separate large orders of clothing that she hadn't even purchased at our location - this really irks me for some reason. I think we should only accept returns if the items are bought at the store you're attempting to return them to. But whatever ... Not my call, & I don't really care outside of moments when these most irritating customers hold me up in the midst of a rush. There must have been 7 people behind her by the time we finished, & then on top of all my other closing & pre closing tasks, I then had to rehang & sort out the clothes she had returned in order to put them back ... It was all pretty stressful.

However, the main manager was closing with me, so we did get out at a decent time - she doesn't like to stay late unnecessarily, which I do appreciate. I was able to leave before 8:30 even - but I'll be closing again today. Do pray for me that it goes at least as well ...

Spent an hour or so trying to help my nana figure out her Facebook password once I was home, to no avail. Can you believe her account is still attached to yahoo? She doesn't even have access to that anymore, & for some reason none of the code texts for resetting her password were going through - tried like three times.

Sliced up a loaf of properly baked bread I had bought recently, & we all had a piece with a mix of things - jelly, honey, cookie butter, regular butter ... My papa did get on my nerves here, because when I offered him some he snapped at me - guess it "annoys" him when I "force" food on him? I don't plan on forgiving him for that ...

Everyone is so tired these days ... I don't want to speak negativity into the air or jinx myself, but I just have this feeling ... Am I going to face an awful ultimatum soon? Am I going to lose something? Is someone harboring secret resentment towards me? Why am I so on edge?

It should be nothing, but I'll try not to get blindsided.

[potatoes83]

Slice of life...

Took my mom to her second chemo appointment today. Besides being supportive, seeing the process also helps me utilize the analytical part of my brain, instead of merely the emotional one that has been silently screaming for over a month. I don't know exactly what all does what, but learned quite a bit today. I know she had seven bags in all, 5 medications, two primaries, I think they called them? Apparently going every two weeks is very aggressive, and see that's the thing, when you say something like that, or this many lesions, or the mass is this many centimeters, I have no frame of reference. I don't know if that's good or bad. And for the love of God, don't Google that shit. Boy howdy was that something I should not have done.

Point being, she is on very aggressive chemo, because the mass is quite large and has grown quickly, and the lesions where it has spread to are plentiful and problematic. It's bad. Not insurmountable, not untreatable, and every day there are better and better advancements in this sort of thing, but this is definitely bad. And I'm really not sitting here all doom and gloom, but as I've said before, I can't sit here and just say that it's going to be okay. Because I don't know that. Because this thing is too big right now. I can't see around the other side of it yet. I am deeply convicted in my faith, but I have to take this thing as it comes in little waves. I cannot yet latch onto a broad form statement of whether it's going to be okay or not. Too soon to tell, as they say. But she has a bunch of very good doctors, and they are all being aggressive as hell to treat this, and she has no intention of giving up, so given the circumstances, you really can't ask for much more than that. And there's a whole awful lot of people pulling for her, praying for her, you name it.

I gave her the prayer blanket from our Parish today as we were on the way up for treatment, and although not of our specific denomination of Christian faith, she really really appreciated it. It is a beautiful ministry. So it's something for her to take with her, put over her lap if she gets cold, wrap her hands in it, whatever. It helped being there today. Just seeing how it all works, even though the vast majority of the time is just sitting there and chatting while the bags go drip drip drip. The place is comfortable enough, the people are very kind and friendly, there's lots of windows to let in the light, I mean given the circumstances, it's about as good as it can be really.

My schedule is completely shithoused now, because if I worked as I did yesterday, and then I'm off today, well obviously that means today must be saturday. Which means tomorrow is sunday, which means that I don't have to go to work, except I have it on good authority that is in fact not the case. Not only do I have to go to work, but there's a work Christmas party tomorrow for the department, and a work Christmas party on friday. And given the circumstances, I still really don't feel like it. I don't want to smile and talk and make a speech, I'd rather just be left alone in my office so I can curl up in a little ball in the corner. That is unfortunately not an option, but I am downright dreading having to go to these parties and put it on.

But we do what we must. And today was good and helpful. It was really nice just spending time with my mom, just bullshitting about this that and the other. And seeing her looking normal. Again, no frame of reference, I don't know if she's sitting there wrapped in a blanket freezing and miserable, throwing up every 5 minutes, laying there barely conscious with tubes hanging out of her, I have no idea what this whole chemo business is supposed to look like. So the fact that she's just sitting there in a comfy chair while we're laughing about days gone by, that was a good thing. It was a good day. And of course, always accepting prayers, because you can never have too many. It's something I really need to do more of myself. 🥔

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9/23/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Esther 1-6

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I'm Jill. Today's the 23rd day of September. It's so good to be here with you as we are working our way through the Old Testament and we will soon be in the New Testament together. We are finishing up the last of these minor prophets in the Old Testament and we're moving pretty rapidly as I'm sure you all are are well aware. With that being said, we are starting a brand new book today. We're starting the book of Esther and we're going to read the story of Esther over the next couple of days. So Esther chapters 1 through 5. And this week, couple more days left in the Christian Standard Bible. Esther Chapter 1.

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Father, thank you for your Word. Again, thank you for meeting us here. Thank you for the continuation of a story that has reminder of the continuation our story, We love you, we honor you, we worship you and we just give you thanks for who you are today. We pray this now all in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen.

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Hey y'all, hey it's Simone calling in from Texas and it is September, Thursday, September 14th and I just had to come on here and ask my DAB family of prayer. I met this woman on uh- not like a chat board, but a part of this Discord group that I'm a part of and she's been having so many difficulties just with life and a lot of things happening. And I kind of felt God pulling me towards her to kind of just come alongside and pray and be in faith and encourage her. And I've been doing that for a few weeks now and I'm noticing that things beginning to get worse, and it's the attacks on her. Life is intensifying. And I was in prayer and I heard the Spirit say, you know, this can only come by prayer and fasting. So I kind of approached her with the idea and she's all for it. And so we're getting together this Friday, Saturday and Sunday and will fast. And believing God to break some things in her life and left work today after we finally decided on everything. Went to Panera to get soup and bread, Soup and a sandwich. I have been up all night sick. And I began to rejoice because I realized that the enemy is afraid. Hell is afraid of what is about to happen as a result of fasting and prayer for three days. And he's doing this to discourage me. If you all could, please keep Marquee in your prayer as we fast for three days. Thank you. 

Good morning to the Audio Bible Chronological, it's His redeemed daughter from Florida. I just wanted to praise God right now for Penelope Rose and I'm so glad to hear that Christine that she gets to come home. Praise God. Praise God, praise God. And I'm asking for prayer for little Genesis, I think feel like there was another little baby right at the time Genesis was born. But I just want to say that I think God just answered your prayer about her weight gain and going home and and that's what little baby Genesis is needing now too Lord. So we ask that you can do this again and you can show her mommy that you are with her as well. Lord, we have all been praying for Genesis since the beginning and we just ask right now that you come and you heal her and help her. Help her to gain weight and help her to come home as well, so she can come on here and give her testimony about you and what you've done for Genesis. Oh yeah. We thank you also for Our Lady of Victory for getting her financial education- can't coming through and extending it for another six months. We thank you and we praise you for all these good things. I ask that you oh, my family to draw closer to you, Lord, and that, my children, would return. I just wish. I pray that they pray to you and thank you and praise you and I don't know what they do in their daily lives, but I know that they're not going to church with me or going to any kind of church anywhere. And that's OK as long as they get you in their heart, in their mind and their soul. I pray for that in Jesus name. Thanks you guys. Have a great day. Love you dear the DABC Family.

Jill, China- thank you for everything. Really praise God for you. Um I wanted to ask for some prayers. It's really hard for me to study Daniel this year because last year it reminded me of me studying and reading through the DABC plan with my fiance, and unfortunately that engagement seems to be coming to an end these days. And I must admit that I have been relying on my own strength. I tried to change the relationship, change the person, change things about me and you know, unfortunately, you know, my partner just stopped praying, reading with me and the relationship has changed so much into the worldly and into things that I just cannot understand. It's so hard because I miss that connection and that relationship that it used to be, you know, more God standard and more God focused and led by him. But it seems to be gone and since we are not married and it seems we're not going to get there. It's just so, so difficult and painful for me. Especially now remembering like reading through these books together and I just really...I'm sure that some of you can relate and I'm sorry if you know, brings up some memories, but I just thought that I would ask for some prayers for this situation for any of you who has gone through anything, anything similar and I thank you for your prayers. God bless you. Have a wonderful day.

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Money is the anthem of success

The Salesman (Squid Game) x reader

Summary:What happens when you are down on your luck and a handsome stranger decides to help you out?Well let's say it rocks your world

Rating:pure filth,just smut <33

Warnings:Public sex,choking

A/N:my first ever smut ooooo

On a Friday night, you were usually out, getting drinks, having fun, yet you now find yourself sitting alone at a train station. Your life had changed so drastically in only the last month, you went from living decently to now having hardly any money in your pocket, only because your job decided to fire 80% of the workers, they screwed up the finances and now you gotta pay.

You were just out looking for jobs which is what led you to the empty train station,not only did you not find anything good but you also managed to miss your ride,great.You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice someone sitting down next to you,not until they spoke.

“Excuse me,do you have a moment?” someone asked.Turning your head you weren’t expecting to come face to face with someone so handsome.Next to you sat a well dressed man,his suit perfectly tailored for his body,his hair perfectly made and his face,god his face,one of the prettiest faces you’ve seen in a long while.You normally wouldn’t be comfortable talking to random men but all logic flew out of the window the second you saw him.

“Yeah,anything i can do?” you responded,hoping your face wasn’t showing what you were thinking about the stranger.He smiled and pulled out a briefcase which he put in between your bodies.

“Would you like to play a game?”,this perked up your curiosity even more,what the kind of game?Were you going to be scammed?The logical part of your brain was screaming at you to just leave but one look at him sealed your fate,god you had it bad for a man you just met.

“Sure,what’s in it for me though?” you questioned,eyeing the salesman up and down,yeah you were down for playing anything with a man like him but you didn’t want to go into it fully blind,you weren’t that desperate.He then reached down and opened the briefcase and you couldn’t believe you eyes.The goddamn thing was full to the brim with money,a lot of money.

You didn’t even have to say anything for him to know you were interested,the way you were staring at the money,mouth hung open,was enough for him.”We will play a game of ddjaki” he said and got out two pieces of paper,one blue,one red.”If you manage to flip my card and win I pay you 100 000,If i win you pay the same amount.”

You thought for a moment,you didn’t have almost any money to give but the game looked pretty easy and you were already down on your luck,you weren’t going to turn down such an opportunity.You swallowed before answering,”I’m in”

The salesman grinned,”Red or blue?” he asked.

“Red” you answered,no particular reason it was just the first one your eyes were drawn to.He then explained the game one more time before it started.You were up first,you watched as the man put his card on the ground and got up.You took a deep breath and tried to focus,though that was hard because the entire time you were feeling his eyes glued on you.You raised your arm and threw the card with a lot of determination, yet that didn’t seem to matter,the card simply hit his but didn’t manage to actually flip it.

You let out an annoyed sigh and prayed the salesman would miss too,you were too broke for a different outcome.”My turn” he grinned,seeming happy that you lost.The universe really wasn’t on your side today because you watched how he,with such ease,threw the card and managed to flip yours.

“Fuck!” you couldn’t help but shout out,you were screwed.The salesman looked at you,amusement written on his feautures,”What’s the issue?”

“Well”,now you were fully fidgeting with your hands”- i happen to not have any money”.You looked up at him and your eyes were pleading,the last thing you needed was to be in somebody else’s debt.The salesman only smiled once again.

“That won’t be a problem” he said,his voice sounding oh so confident,”you can use your body to pay”.

You widened your eyes at his words,”Excuse me?” you managed to let out,your voice laced with confusion.You didn’t even have the chance to say anything more before you felt a hand hit you across your face,sending you a few steps back.Now you were fully in shock,did he just fucking slap you?When you looked back at him he had the biggest grin on his face,clearly having fun.

“What the hell was that?!” you yelled,one hand rubbing the cheek that fell victim to his hand ,which was already turned red.

“Each slap takes off 100 grand from what you need to pay” he calmly explained,his smile not once leaving his face.You really didn’t think that was what he meant when he said you could pay with your body,but alas it was better than paying actual money.

Without thinking you let the next few words roll off your tongue,”Is this some weird shit you get off on? Hitting people for money?”,you cursed yourself the second you ended the sentence,but you couldn’t help but wonder,this was a peculiar situation after all.

The salesman’s eyes widened only slightly,he was speechless for a second before he replied,”The only thing you should focus on right now is the money, don’t you think so miss?”.What a way to avoid the question you thought, though he was right.You decided you were seeing this through,you wanted to continue playing.

“Right,let’s continue” you announced and picked the red card from the floor.

Round after round your luck didn’t change and you didn’t know what hurt more,your face or your dignity,you felt like such a sore loser.After about the 10th slap you mustered up enough strength you catch his hand before it managed to hit you.”I think we should stop”

The salesman fisted the hand that you were still holding before he put it down.”Are you sure?”,his smile was finally gone.

“I can hardly feel my face anymore” you snapped,this stupid game has finally gotten on your nerves.

The man now raised his hand again,causing you to flinch,only this time he lightly cupped your cheek.“How about we change the rules?”.You looked up at him and felt your face grow red,the way he was touching you almost making you forget how he did only a few minutes ago.

“What do you mean” you wondered but the way he was caressing your face was already giving you some ideas.

He dropped his hand from your face and gestured towards the briefcase.”If you win i will up the pay 5 times”

“Oh” you replied,your interest was brought back up but even for more money you didn’t know if you could handle the pain anymore.

“You sound disappointed” the salesman voiced,”why so?”

“No it’s just,the money is good,but i don’t think i can physically handle any more hits” you replied in all honesty, a sad look on your face.

He stepped even closer to you and bent over to pick up the red card that was next to your feet.You pressed your thighs together knowing damn well he could easily see up your skirt from the position he was in.When he got up he did so with no rush,his eyes glued on your figure like a predator looking at his prey.He got to face level with you before he said anything.”You can use your body to pay” and he didn’t need to add anything more for you to know that this was different than before,you weren’t that dumb.

You thought about it for a moment,if this was any other person you would’ve been out of there the moment they even implied such a thing but you would be lying if you said you yourself didn’t have such fantasies,hell you wanted to jump on him the second you saw him sit next to you. Swallowing hard you said,”I’m in”.

But before either of you could do anything a train pulled up and about a dozen people came out of it.Both of you knew it was too risky to continue your game right there.”I think we should change locations” the salesman offered and it was an offer you couldn’t turn down.You simply nodded and followed him away from the crown.He seemed to know his way around this place extremely well because the next thing you knew you found yourself in a part of the train station you didn’t even know existed.You came around this stairway that didn’t seem to be in use anymore,darker than the rest of the train station but still squeaky clean.Looking around you saw you were completely alone,which was the plan.

“Shall we continue” The salesman’s voice broke you away from your wandering thoughts.He was staring at you again,almost looking as if he was scared you were going to run off in the last second.

You grabbed the red card from his hand,”Yes”.

The smile was finally back on his face and within a second his card was on the floor.You inhaled and picked up your card,you lifted your arm up and the salesman watched as you bit your lip, focused.You then threw the card with the most strength you had but to no avail,you pitifully watched as his card didn’t budge and you didn’t even have to look to know he successfully managed to flip yours.

You sighed and leaned against the wall behind you,but then you remembered the agreement,was he going to hit you again?You watched as he started to make his way towards you,eyeing your exposed neck and you waited in anticipation to see what he was going to do.He managed to back you even more into the wall behind you and suddenly his lips were on you neck.You gasped,you thought something like this was going to happen but fuck,you weren’t prepared.You hardly had control over your own body and the next thing you knew you were moving your head to the side, giving him more access.

He sucked on your neck in a way you were sure was going to bruise.He took his time,working all around your neck and you had to bite back the moans that were threatening to leave your body.He noticed you holding back and amped up his game,biting into your sweet spot.This finally caused you to let out a moan,your mouth hanging agape.You saw him grin against your neck and then he moved away.You were breathing heavily after his attack, hating how much power you were giving him.

“Another round?” you questioned and he nodded happily.It was no surprise to you when he won again,though this time you really didn’t mind.

Just like that he was back on you,though this time you watched as his hands moved and button by button started stripping you out of your button-up.You felt a chill run down your body,both from excitement and the coolness of his touch.When he finally had your shirt open,your chest only hidden by a bra,he attacked.His lips worked the same magic on your chest as they had on your neck and god it felt amazing.As if that wasn't enough you suddenly felt a hand make it's way up your skirt,kneading your thigh.You gasped,not believing you were doing this in public.

He quickly got bored with your thighs and made his way up to your underwear.He softly dragged his fingers across your clothed slit and you knew for a fact he could feel just how wet he's made you.He toyed with the band of your underwear before diving his hand underneath.His mouth was still on your chest but now a part of his attention was focused on playing with your clit which made you moan,loud.

He started rubbing your cunt in a way that made you know he had done it plenty of times before,his one hand working wonders.As if this wasn't enough he then shoved two fingers inside of you,making your knees start to give up underneath you.God you were being finger-fucked by a stranger.He started going faster and faster and then added a third finger to the mix,stretching you out perfectly.You were now a moaning mess against him,gripping his arms for dear life.

He on the other hand was breathing heavily against you,staring up at your face.He knew he had grown hard and wondered if you could feel his erection pressing up against your body.He wanted you to touch him desperately but he knew to control himself,it wasn't time,yet.

He worked you so good and before you knew it you felt yourself come undone,and he felt it too.He felt your warm cum drip down his fingers and slowly he took them out.You were breathing heavily,your head buried in his shoulder.After you calmed down he moved away and you watched as he took the fingers he just had inside you and put them in his mouth,licking them clean.

He let out a moan as he did that,not breaking eye contact.Fuck was he a pervert, though not like you were any different.You wondered if this was over but yet again he asked if you wanted to play another round,you of course said yes.

You've noticed the tent in his pants and didn't want to have him leave without it being taken care of,it's the least you could do after what he just did to you.This time you didn't even try flipping the card,you simply let it fall down at your feet.He smirked and then flipped yours over no issue which caused you to smile too.

"Guess we got to follow the rules" you teased,your eyes glued to his pants.He then grabbed you and turned you around,your chest against the wall.Now you could fully feel his erection pressing into you and you couldn't help but grin,excited at what's to come.You heard him undoing his belt and prayed to god no one would pass by where you two were.

You decided to help him out and started pulling your underwear down,though he stopped you midway and took them off himself.You then felt one of his hands grip your waist,holding you in place while the other was positioning his dick against your entrance and just like that you felt him sink in.

You hissed at the stretch,though it did feel good.He was halfway in before he trust up even more,burying his whole length in you.

"Dear god" you moaned and in an instant he had his hand wrapped around your neck,squeezing oh so perfectly.When he adjusted just to his liking he started moving and it didn't take long for his pace to fasten.You weren't the only one that was moaning though,he was loud too,louder than any man you've been with before,too loud for being out in public,but fuck you didn't care.His sounds were like music to your ears and turned you on even more than you already were.

"You're such a good girl" he growled,burying his dick deeper in you with every move.You couldn't even answer him,your brain way too fucked to come up with any other noise other than pitiful moans and whimpers.He released your neck only to grab you and bend you over,grabbing your hair In the process.He now had even more access to your cunt and the noises of skin slapping on skin was present.You should've felt embarrassed,dirty,but no,you were fully enjoying this,even the thought of being caught getting you off.

You knew you were getting close to a second orgasm and,before you could even try prolonging it,you burst again.This one ripped thought your body so good that you shouted and had to clamp your own hand against your mouth and that was when you felt tears falling down your face,it was all just so overwhelming.This made the salesman start fucking you even faster and harder,in and out in an animalistic way,doesn't help that he was panting like an animal too.Your whole body was shaking against him and after a few more hard thrusts he came inside of you,spilling his seed in your cunt-you were happy you were still on birth control.

After this he lazily moved against you for a few more moments before existing.You dragged your skirt down and looked around for your underwear and when you didn't find them on the floor you saw a part of them peeking out of the stranger's pocket.You didn't even bother asking for them back,you knew it would be to no avail.

"You won" the salesman broke the silence,still breathing fast.

God you had honestly forgotten about the money but then you saw him handing you the full briefcase."Take it,you played the game quite well".You looked at it and then back at him,was he honestly going to give you it all?You didn't wanna question it so you just grinned and took the brief out of his hand.

He then turned around to leave but not before handing you a card with some symbols on it,something about a job,honestly you were too exhausted to think about that for now.

"See you around miss" he said before disappearing down the hall,you didn't even manage to get his name.You looked at the card and decided if you were going to call it you were going to ask about the handsome salesman that works there.gong yoo

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Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective​. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin​, @moonctzeny​, @lenaluvs​, @lucas-wongs​, @burtonized​ and to @ncteaxhoe​ who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail JohnJaeNNN@NCTU.com to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,” you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while.   “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

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Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

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“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

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***3 months later***

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A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

[jaskiersvalley]

Cookie Cutter Boyfriends

The bakery wasn't new to the area but Jaskier was constantly surprised by the variety of people who came and went. There were a couple of regulars but fewer than he'd anticipated. Some people he wished would come back, others he was glad to see go. However, the two beefcakes that just walked in, Jaskier prayed to any listening deity that they would be back repeatedly.

"What can I get you gents?" Jaskier asked with his most winning smile.

Eyes like molten honey scanned the selection and Jaskier wanted to tuck the strands of white hair behind the man's ear to see his face better.

"Cookies. The personalised ones."

"A fine choice," Jaskier trilled and pulled the tray out. "I can put any name or message on there for you. Even a phone number, if you want to give it to a special someone."

So maybe Jaskier was flirting and hoping for a number from the man for himself. But it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Write Eskel on one," the man said, carefully spelling out the name while the other smiled at him indulgently. It had Jaskier's heart fluttering at the sweetness.

"And what shall I put on yours?"

"You should put a heart on either side of Geralt's name," Eskel piped up with a snicker. He got an elbow in the ribs for it but didn't seem to mind.

Obliging, Jaskier did as told, curling the most perfect hearts he could onto the cookie. Done, he popped them in a box and put them on the counter by the till. "Anything else I can do for you today? Does your, uh, friend want anything?"

Geralt's eyes widened before saying, "He's my boyfriend."

Of course he was, the two looked beautiful together and Jaskier sighed internally. However, he couldn't help but note the look horror on Eskel's face. Hopefully he hadn't accidentally helped Geralt out himself and his boyfriend when they were trying to keep things a secret.

"Well, good for you both!" Jaskier mustered up a smile and nodded at the small rainbow flags by the till. "I sometimes do flag cookies if the mood strikes. Usually on a Friday."

The transaction was processed in silence and at speeds. Jaskier could only watch as the two bundled out of his bakery and, as soon as the door closed behind them, Eskel was asking Geralt something, face torn between despair and entertainment. If Jaskier could trust his lip reading, he could have sworn Geralt had said something along the lines of "I panicked, okay?".

Somehow, Geralt and Eskel became semi-regulars. They didn't pop in on a specific day each week but they were bound to appear either independently or with each other. Each time they did, Jaskier watched them with heart eyes. Eskel was broad, almost apologetically large but kind and gentle. He was quite the sight to behold but Jaskier had an even softer spot for Geralt who really looked like he needed to relax. So, whenever he came by alone, Jaskier slipped an extra cookie in his bag or asked him to be a taster for a newer cupcake flavour.

It was all going well until Geralt came into the bakery with someone new. Another well-built, handsome man but with a sharp edge to his energy. He made a beeline for the display case by the till.

"Please don't knock on the glass, it scares the muffins," Jaskier said by way of greeting and got a bark of a laugh.

"I'll be careful, don't you worry. It's Geralt you need to keep an eye on."

Which Jaskier diligently was. Well, he was checking out Geralt's backside. Tearing his gaze away, he cleared his throat.

"I'm glad Geralt has brought a friend along today."

"Friend?" The man stood up straight with a hand over his heart. "Geralt, what have you been telling people? I'm his boyfriend!"

Which just didn't compute. Geralt had called Eskel his boyfriend. The mild panic of figuring it out was interrupted by a low growl of "Lambert" that was both a threat and fond exasperation.

"What might people think?" Lambert cried out dramatically. "Are you ashamed of our love?"

A hand clamped on the back of Lambert's neck and Geralt stood next to him, not letting go. "Jaskier, a couple of dark chocolate and ginger cookies please and a tray of lemon muffins."

Hastily putting everything in boxes, Jaskier tried not to let his imagination go too wild. Maybe Eskel was Geralt's boyfriend but so was Lambert. It wasn't unheard of really. It gave hope to Jaskier that they might take a liking to him and invite him home for a wild night. He could only watch as they walked out and the first thing Geralt did was cuff Lambert on the back of the head.

Things only got more weird. The next time Geralt was in, he was trailed by another man. Lithe, seemingly on the edge of bursting out giggling and he made a beeline for the counter.

"You're Jaskier, right?" The man held a hand out. "I've heard so much about you! I'm Aiden, Geralt's boyfriend."

Face schooled into something carefully blank, Jaskier nodded. "A pleasure to meet you."

"I think the pleasure is all mine." The wink was followed by a blatant once over and a low whistle. In the background Geralt closed his eyes, jaw twitching as he visibly counted backwards from ten. This time Aiden was the one who asked for a dozen cookies with an array of pride flags on them, two of each, pan, bi, ace, nonbinary, trans and demi. Oddly, the polyamory one Jaskier had started making since meeting Geralt and his boyfriends was left unrequested. The two left and Jaskier rubbed at his temple, trying to figure out just how four incredibly attractive men had found happiness with each other.

Only a week later Jaskier was waiting for a customer to make up his mind. He was the most silently intense man Jaskier had ever encountered and he really wished he'd hurry up and leave. Alas, he was taking so long, looking over everything in the display cases like the choice was of the utmost importance.

"I'll take two cherry and almond slices."

Cutting said cake, Jaskier was relieved and hoped that once the man had gone, he'd not be back again. The sound of the bell above the door had him looking up and Geralt stood there, alone for once. However, he eyed the man by the counter with a closed off expression which remained as the man took his slices and walked past Geralt, shoulders brushing.

"Geralt.

"Cahir."

It was awkward and Jaskier tried not to pry. But curiosity won out. "Another boyfriend."

From the door Cahir laughed. "He wishes."

For a moment Geralt stared at the ground before squaring his shoulders. "They're not my boyfriend. They're dating Eskel."

Immediately Jaskier adjusted his internal monologue to reflect the new pronouns. Though what Geralt just said made no difference.

"Are they a paramour to your polycule?"

"No." Geralt shook his head firmly. "Cahir and Eskel are a couple. So are Lambert and Aiden."

Not understanding, Jaskier wet his lips and cast a glance around. His eyes landed on a familiar group on the sidewalk outside the shop, making no attempt to disguise the fact they were all watching. Cahir and Eskel were leaning shoulder to shoulder as they munched on their cake. Meanwhile Lambert leered and Aiden sent him a thumbs up.

"I'm not sure I understand," Jaskier said. "I thought you said they were all your boyfriends."

Feet shuffling on the spot, Geralt cleared his throat. "Lambert and Eskel are my brothers." Which made even less sense and Jaaskier hummed, desperately trying to understand without asking whether Geralt really just admit to being in an incestuous relationship.

"I'm not dating any of them."

But you said-"

"I panicked." Geralt was watching Jaskier intently. "You were cute, flirty and I panicked. I wanted to ask you out."

A giggle bubbled out of Jaskier. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it but that wasn't a problem in the moment.

"Well then, how about a personalised cookie, on the house?" He grabbed Geralt's favourite and, with a flourish, wrote his own name and number on it, dotting the 'i' with a heart. Handing it over, he smiled. "I told you these cookies were great for phone numbers."

Outside a cheer went up as Geralt's family decided that the outing had been a success.