#a full time course load plus two jobs!!! how!!!

[scoopsgf]

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[spicybunni]

YANDERE HUSBAND HEADCANONS

Hello Darlings! This is an imagine I had in my drafts about a husband who just loves his wife so much he wants to care for and impregnate her💕 Hope you like it!

WARNINGS ⚠️: NSFW!! (Minors do NOT interact), NSFW descriptions, fem!darling, controlling husband, pregnancy mentions

-You’ve been Married to your husband for a year now and it’s been great. The biggest change was your last name changing to his and having a big rock on your finger. The second was him asking you to be a stay-at-home wife…

-You loved your job but…how could you say no to all your needs being met by a man who worships and adores you? He just wants to take care of you and be comfortable. “Is that so bad of me to want for my little wifey?” He would ask while kissing the knuckle of your hand.

-He told you if you didn’t like the lifestyle that you could go back to working. (As if he was gonna let that happen.) which made you feel better about just being at home all day and spending his money. And also letting you believe you had some control. But of course that wasn’t the end of his plans..

-Before having unprotected sex your husband would always gush about having babies with you and how great of a mother you would be. Your face would turn red at the thought at first but then you brushed it off as your husband having baby fever. It’ll pass right?

-Ha. If only it was a phase.

-This man has been wanting to impregnate you since the first year of you two dating. He loves you so much and think life would be even more amazing if you carried and raised children together. He wants to see your big belly and be there for when you get needy and become oh so helpless with the excessive hormones.

-But despite not using protection you always tracked your period for your health. Your husband started to get into it as well to lookout for your ovulation week. His favorite time of the month.

-He would low key get a little bummed out when you would start your period. But it gave him motivation to try harder…go harder… cum inside you harder…

-Perhaps he could just do that position you liked a few days ago….you were really squeezing him and begging for more.

-Yeah by the way, this man keeps track of what positions are best for making a baby and what makes you cum hard on his cock.

-You are no dummy to his antics. It takes two to tango. You knew your husband wanted a baby and…let’s just say he was very convincing in his actions to want a family.. 👀

-Plus you were married so there really wasn’t anything to be worried about right?

-So why do you shake with anxiety as you look at the test in your hands? The reality of it hits you hard in your bathroom. You feel good but also nervous to tell him. Even though he always claims he’s wanted kids with you just couldn’t help but prepare for the worst. But you also knew this would happen eventually when you let him cum inside you.

-A week prior when you two went out for dinner, your husband was the most possessive man ever. He hated when other men would even get to look at you. His grip was tighter and gaze so dark. On the way home he was holding onto your thigh as if you would fly away.

-That night you had 3 hours of raw heaven. By the end of it you remember being sticky and a bit sex drunk. Not being able to move your legs to your butt feeling sore. Your husband did not waver. You felt so full of him and content you couldn’t even complain.

-“My perfect wife, taking her husband’s load so good…”

-A week and a missed period later your husband in question is downstairs cooking dinner for you both. He figured since youre in the shower (and taking a pregnancy test) that he would surprise you!

-You come down in a bathrobe, hand griping on the tie. “Hey honey?”

-He turns his head to you, immediately becoming worried at your facial expression and appearance. Turning off the stove burners he comes over to you. “What’s up baby? you okay?” He puts a hand on your waist and another resting on your cheek to look at him.

-“I-I’m pregnant..” you stutter out. You back up from him to get his full expression. His face would be surprised but then he would become red in happiness and embrace you. You blinked a few times not saying anything before your husband exclaims with watery eyes “I’m so happy!!”

-You both embraced the news and continued into the night gushing about this new chapter you started. For your husband it was more of a marker that you’re finally all his. And he can’t wait for the little rascals he’ll continue to fill you with.

-That night after dinner you both lay in bed with your husbands hand holding your stomach protectively. You place a hand over his, smiling and drifting to sleep before you heard your husband mumble “Now you’re all mine..” in his sleep…

❤️

[butteronabun]

i just want you to take me where your heart is

a diluc ragnvindr x female reader highschool au.

overview: and who could possibly be the golden boy’s type?

wc: 2k

notes: imagine diluc with his hair down in this one. and also. diluc’s father hasn’t d-worded in this au so he’s the happy diluc we all know and love before shit hit the fan ( we still love him even after shit hit the fan tho )

Diluc Ragnvindr is prim and proper. Chivalrous and well–mannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker. 

And of course, he’s every girl’s dream guy. 

“. . . And yet, he’s still single,” Kaeya remarks with a smirk, and his friends around him laugh in unison. 

Currently, he’s eating lunch with them in the campus’ outdoor park — a place of tranquility where some students prefer to hang. Instead of being involved in the hustle and bustle of what goes on in their cafeteria, be it your average food fights or impromptu musicals incited by a certain twin–braided man, said outdoor park was a better option for these lads to unwind.

“You know, I used to think that he and Jean would look good together,” a friend of Kaeya says, and they all turn to him. “She’s just like him: elegant and grades conscious. Takes part in student governments and volunteers to school events. Plus, she’s drop dead gorgeous! With her brilliant blue eyes and smooth blond hair, oh, if I was Diluc - I would not hesitate to date her!”

“Nah, I think Lumine is better,” They all glance next to their right. “She’s sporty, and she can definitely keep up with Diluc. She aces her tests without any difficulty, despite doing a part–time job every night with her brother in a nearby coffee shop, and it’s rumored that she makes the best drinks! Moreover, she’s a beauty. That’s why she keeps on receiving loads of love letters during the Windblume Festival every year, so it will not be surprising if she’ll be getting them again!”

Ah, yes. The Windblume Festival is fast approaching—now that January is about to end, in the next two weeks, Brightcrown High School’s air will surely be filled with nothing but endless romance.

Kaeya gazes up above, where a giant tree shadows their figures with its bright green leaves. The sunlight filters through the gaps and he basks into this moment of peace. He then adds playfully, “And Diluc will be busy tidying up his locker once more, because it will be filled with chocolates and letters.”

“What?! Does he even eat them? Tell him that he can donate, you know!”

Kaeya huffs, “My brother won’t even give me a piece, what makes you think he’ll hand you one?” 

He remembers the time that Diluc had been so overwhelmed by the plethora of sweets, and yet seemed so appreciative about it. Father was just proud of the older son’s popularity. Kaeya offered to help him consume them all as a joke, but Diluc shook his head vigorously, saying that he shouldn’t, and that “they all worked hard for this”, and it was right that he only eat them.

How adorable of him, really.

Plus, Diluc even read the letters one by one. No matter how cringe or sickeningly sweet they were, Diluc read them all. And Kaeya wasn’t even shocked that there was no judgment in his face. 

Diluc was just grateful for the gifts. Bashful, indeed, and sometimes he was not sure what to feel, but he was grateful.

“So, Diluc. Who will it be? Jean or Lumine?” Kaeya questions with a grin that afternoon, when the Windblume Festival is finally in full swing. 

Diluc raises his head from the paper he’s answering — it’s a survey given to him by one of the juniors for their research subject — and frowns. “What brought this on? Why am I suddenly choosing between two friends?”

“Oh come on, you weren’t even listening!” Kaeya pouts, before sitting on a nearby desk. 

After exploring the premises for some snacks and attractions, the brothers decided to stay inside an empty classroom for a while. They can hear some cheers from the outside, loud declarations of love and squeals from the majority, that surely Diluc thinks would be a delight for Kaeya, but has opted to accompany him instead.

“I was.” Diluc purses his lips, and hears laughter echoing through the halls as students run and get chased by disciplinary officers. “You and your friends were talking about the girls and I. I just don’t understand why you want me to choose. And be careful, you might fall. Don’t move so much.”

“Cooome on, Diluc,” Kaeya groans as he leans, “We’re sixteen, aren’t we? Father says we’re at that age, after all. By that, I meant, where we’re all supposed to be dating and courting?”

Diluc feels his cheeks slightly heat up from the words that escaped from Kaeya’s mouth. He returns to his duty of answering the survey. ( As if he needed to, when he was already done. ) “And I told you countless times that I’m not interested. Need I remind you that I don’t have the time for it. You know I still have to prepare for college, and that I have to keep an eye on my varsity scholarship, and—“

“Yadda, yadda, yadda——“

“Don’t yadda me, Kaeya. That’s just how it is.”

“You seriously aren’t interested?” Kaeya prods.

Diluc shoots him a firm stare. “Absolutely positive.”

And Kaeya sticks his tongue before hopping from the desk and making his way to the door. “Fine. But don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.” Diluc watches his retreating back. “I’ll make sure to find you a lady, and it’ll be your type, and you’ll fall in love.”

Kaeya pulls the door open. He confidently says, “It’ll be inevitable, Diluc. Inevitable!”

A small smile creeps its way to Diluc’s lips, finding this all amusing. “Then I wish you the best of luck.”

Kaeya huffs, not liking that Diluc seems so smug and unbothered by it, then leaves.

Diluc waits for a while. And waits. 

And waits, until he blinks, checks his survey, before sighing heavily. 

A brilliant shade of red coats his pale cheeks, and he buries his face in his hands.

Dating. Courting. The type of lady Diluc likes? Yeah. Diluc already has found his type. 

( Kaeya doesn’t have to know yet. He hates lying, but it’s too soon. Maybe someday. If Diluc can face his feelings first. )

So, hear, hear! He’s not missing out, in spite of what his friends say.

This person is not what everyone expects; it’s not the formal and polite Jean who can deliver a speech eloquently, nor the radiant and loyal Lumine that they want to push toward his direction.

Instead. . .it’s someone else.

And that someone else dropped a bowl of soup to Principal Varka’s white slacks. That someone else triggered the anger of a certain math teacher because she climbed the roof so carelessly during class to fly a kite. That someone else got into detention and instead of writing I’ll be good from now on one hundred times, spent the day with the others in that session to tell ghost stories.

That someone else was you, who wasn’t like Jean or Lumine. That someone else was you—the you, who was his exact opposite, and yet managed to capture his heart. 

You are one of Mond High’s known troublemakers, and apparently, he has fallen victim to your charms.

Maybe it began when you were just snickering with your buddies in the library despite the librarian‘s persistent shushing. He was solving his quadratic formula worksheets back then, and he was impressed that even if you were fooling around, you were in the library to actually learn more about the cardiovascular system, with the help of a fellow friend. 

(“I will be proud to say that the one that carries the blood away from the heart is. . . arteries!”

“You’re right!”

“Yay!!”

“Shh!”) 

Or maybe it began when you witnessed that one student who humiliated himself by accidentally slipping on the wet floor in the cafeteria, and everyone sans Diluc laughed.  Then you came to his rescue, marching in the middle with all the attention on you. 

You didn’t offer your hand. 

But you purposefully slipped instead, and even had the most embarrassing fall. The cafeteria became noisier because of you, and Diluc, baffled at first, found himself chuckling soon after.

Actually, no. 

He didn’t fall in love with you during those times. These were the times in his life that led to this one very moment—

When the Favonious Birds lost the tournament, Diluc was sulking in the playground, all by himself. He took the blame despite Kaeya and his friends denying it, but he knew better. If Diluc had just made it quickly to the ring, their team could’ve been victorious and brought the trophy home.

But alas, it was just an if. It didn’t happen.

Then, something wet drops in his hair. Then his arm. And nose. It was about to rain, and Diluc just grunted, not caring one bit. He was sure Adelinde would make a fuss about it, or his father would pester him for his carelessness, but he wasn’t in the mood to leave his spot just yet.

Let the rain wash away his sorrows.

Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. 

“Don’t match with the gloomy weather now.”

Diluc slowly lifted his head, wondering who spoke and what covered his pathetic and hunched form that was wallowing in despair. And his eyes grew wide when he saw you, almost bending with an umbrella in hand, sheltering you and him from the incoming downpour.

You smiled down at him, “There it is. Keep your head up, King! Your crown is falling.” 

And Diluc’s heart skipped a beat the same time a thunder rumbled from the distance. “W–what. . . ?”

You continued, “I don’t know what got you all so sad, but everything will be fine soon! I’m sure of it! After all, once the rain passes, there will be a rainbow!” Then, you grabbed his cold and even bigger hand, and Diluc, at that split second, felt the static. You didn’t even react. But your hand was warm, and Diluc’s chest was, too. 

Dumbfounded, he let you guide his fingers. It only came to him long after that he was gripping a metal handle. “Have my umbrella! I hope this will make your day a little better, and if it doesn’t. . . well, at least I tried. But I have to go now!”

You quickly put the hood over your head when the rain grew stronger. Diluc, concerned over your well–being, finally regained his composure to protest. “But what about you— hey. . . !”

He watched you run and wave, bidding farewell. “You don’t have to return it to me! It’s all yours! I really have to go, so see you, maybe? Bye!”

“But. . . !”

And Diluc. . . Diluc could catch you if he wanted. He could sprint and return the umbrella to its rightful owner, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he remained in his position. 

And his heart— oh, his heart. His heart couldn’t stop pounding that day.

You are Diluc’s first love. 

That is established. 

The thing is, this is a secret. No one knows yet. Just him.

He’s never felt this towards anyone before. You are his first.

( And hopefully the last. )

You’re different from everyone else. You’re different from him. You have your own unique methods of doing things. You have your own way of paving your path. You are the artist to your own canvas; the director of your own film.

You are like the sun. You brighten everyone’s day with your presence, and you also shine, because Diluc can’t keep his eyes off of you whenever you’re in the vicinity.

He knows that this is really an unexpected outcome – him, who was definitely out of your league and vice versa, catching feelings for someone like you.

( Someone like you who is free in life, and Diluc wants to feel that, even just for a bit, with you. )

But like before, all he can do is merely daydream and wonder about the what–ifs. What will it be like to be your friend? Will he experience all the shenanigans that you ensue? Will he also fly a kite with you? Will he get into detention?

Yet this is unbecoming. Improper. Inappropriate for someone like him—for the eldest son of the Ragnvindrs and for the next heir of the winery. He can’t indulge into lighthearted affairs or mischief. He’s supposed to be responsible and disciplined. A man of propriety.

So all he can ever do is have these thoughts. Just thoughts. He has more important matters to attend to, like college applications, training, lessons in handling the in winery business. . . 

And . . . there’s no way that you’ll approach him again, right? 

Diluc knows to himself that can do it instead, you know. He can approach you if he must, but . . . he’s just so shy. 

And a lot of people are always around you. So who is he to burst your bubble, when you seem so finally content with your life?

Diluc peeks from the open windows and sees couples holding hands and sharing kisses. Briefly, he imagines what it would be like to experience romantic love during Windblume.

He feels his cheeks steam again. 

Kaeya will surely have a field day once he sees his older brother being lovesick like this.

You really are one of Mond High’s troublemakers. And it’s not only because you prank your friends or piss off the teachers, but you make it hard for him to focus. 

Just thinking of you never fails to make his heart perform somersaults.

He is Diluc Ragnvindr. Prim and proper. Chivalrous and well–mannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker. 

He is not every girl’s dream guy. 

Because unfortunately, the girl he likes doesn’t even see him in a romantic light.

[itsjusthockey]

Road Trip - Cole Caufield

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“Is six packs of gummy worms really necessary?”

Cole glances your way, feigning an offended expression. “Please don’t question the snack choices. I've had extensive training in snack procurement, and I'm highly qualified for this job."

You let out a snort, rolling your eyes at the drama Queen, and finish throwing the rest of the snacks in the car. You’re almost packing everything away when a familiar bright green package catches your eye.

“You hate these.” You grab the big bag of Warheads and shake them slightly at Cole

He does a once-over of the candy and shrugs his shoulders. “I do, but you don’t.”

A small smile spreads across your lips. Though you’d never tell, it’s the little things like this that he remembers that make warmth spreads in your body.

You bump his shoulder slightly as you move next to him, helping him grab his bags of hockey gear and loading them into the already full car.

“Okay, we got everything?”

It’s more a question for yourself than for Cole; he has a terrible memory; you both know it, so you’re in charge of ensuring you both survive this road trip.

"I think so,” Cole confirms with a satisfied nod. The car is loaded with snacks, drinks, and all the necessary gear for your trip to the infamous Hughes Lake House.

“All right, let’s go. I got four episodes of unsolved mysteries waiting for us.”

In mere minutes you’re pulled out of the driveway and on the open road. You’re listening to your favorite podcast and watching as the miles pass, and you couldn’t be happier.

You get precisely fifteen minutes into the drive with your best friend when he turns the volume down, grabbing your full attention.

“Are you excited?” He quickly glances at you, then back to the road.

“Of course I am.”

You offer him a smile, but when he glances your way, he doesn’t seem too convinced.

“Are you sure?”

You know that Cole knows you better than almost anyone in the world, so trying to lie to him won’t work, especially when you’re in the same confined space for the next few hours.

“Okay…a little nervous, but that’s because they’re all your hockey friends. I’ve never met the other two to the big three, and I’m just a little unsure if they’ll like me.”

Cole glances at you, his expression softening. He reaches over and squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Hey, they're going to love you. You're amazing, and in two seconds, they’ll be stealing all your attention away from me.”

A laugh spills out from your lips, and you take a deep breath, feeling the tension melt away as his words wash over you. "

“And I know the guys can be a lot, but Jacks's girlfriend is dying to meet you.”

Suddenly an enormous weight is taken off your shoulders, knowing she’ll be there. You’d only ever heard stories about her from Cole, but from what you know, you think you’ll be great friends.

“Thank god, that makes me feel better already.”

Cole chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "See, nothing to worry about. Besides, you're not just my plus-one; they all basically know you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “how’s that?”

“I talk about you all the time.”

His words warm your heart, and you lean into his reassuring presence. "Aww, you love me so much."

He flashes you a grin, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Yeah yeah, don’t tell anyone, though; I have a reputation to maintain.”

With a renewed sense of excitement and the weight of nervousness lifted, you both settle back into the comfort and grab some snacks, watching the miles tick by. You can’t help but feel excited about the upcoming week. You know it will be fun, and you’re also excited to spend time with Cole.

You really only had one goal for this summer. One simple goal. Make Cole fall for you just as hard as you’re falling for him.

[bunni-v1]

I got an idea for Jamil and Kalim. How would Jamil react to his S/O teaching Kalim martial arts? S/O knows it's Jamil's job to protect Kalim, but the S/O knows there's a time and place when Kalim needs to stand on his own. Maybe S/O and Jamil talk about this and ask Kalim?

Jamil’s S/O teaching Kalim Martial Arts

TW: Mild swearing, (Slightly) Jealous Jamil

Info: Headcannons; Light angst, mostly cute and silly; Jamil x Reader, Kalim and Reader (platonic)

🍓This one was fun! It's short and sweet but I really enjoy writing for both Kalim and Jamil, so I had a blast. It's finals season right now, so I have a lot of papers and tests coming up, which is why it took me so long to get this out. But! I got this done, and I have another fun write (for myself) coming sometime in the future (hopefully later this week.) Thank you so much for requesting lovely!

-Jamil has quite a hefty workload. As Kalim’s keeper he must ensure his happiness and safety at all times — even after their ‘agreement’ after his overblot. As the house warden, he has to ensure that Kalim does his tasks as housewarden plus keeping all the dorm members in line.

-Simply: he’s stressed.

-As his partner, all this stress rubs off on you too. Seeing your boyfriend constantly high-strung and on edge can take quite a bit out of you. 

-Only issue, he won’t let you help him. No matter what you do, he wants to keep you as far away from his work life as possible.

-Which is sweet! In concept! 

-He really cares so much, but dammit you want to help him!

-Soooooo… you scheme <3 

-More specifically, you scheme with Kalim.

-Sweet little Kalim who is equally worried for both you and his best friend.

-The two of you plot different ways to lighten Jamil’s load… almost all of which backfire.

-First, you try to teach him to cook… doesn’t go well and Jamil bans both of you from the kitchen.

-You attempt to teach him better cleaning tactics, but a life of being picked up after doesn’t make that easy (paired with a side of ADHD makes it nearly impossible)

-No matter what you do, there’s a blockade that makes it so difficult. 

-Then one day, you realize, you know multiple different types of martial arts. If you can’t lighten Jamil’s workload you can potentially lighten the burden of protecting Kalim.

-To your surprise, its pretty easy! Dance interoperates itself to fighting scarily well, and Kalim is a fast learner when he wants to be.

-On top of that, its fun! Spending time with Kalim is always a delight, and helping Jamil makes everything feel better.

-Only issue… you sorta forgot to tell Jamil about it.

-From his perspective, you and Kalim have been sneaking around and spending more and more time together… its suspicious.

-At first, he let it slide. He trusts you and he’s learning to trust Kalim. He figures one of you will talk before long. 

-Then… a week or two pass, and nothing from either of you. Radio silence.

-Forgive him, but a life full of Kalim taking everything from him has made him particularly sensitive to… well… Kalim related things. This, in his mind, is Kalim trying to sweep you off your feet and take you from him too… and you’re letting him.

-So he… sorta… kinda decides to follow you around one day without your knowledge because his paranoia got to him. 

-He expected to find the two of you frolicking around the desert, or canoodling in Kalim’s bed… instead he found you throwing Kalim over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

-Huh…?

-His first instinct is to yell at both of you, “What the hell are you doing!?!?”

-His second is to be relieved, because of course you weren’t cheating on him. With Kalim of all people. How crazy was he?

-His third is to figure out exactly what was going on, because it isn’t everyday your partner starts throwing your house warden around.

-The explanation of ‘We wanted to lighten your load so you were less stressed, so we decided to teach him martial arts!’ pretty much leaves him dumbfounded. That’s what you were so secretive about. He’s dating a moron.

-Truly though, deep down, he’s actually incredibly grateful for what you did. While it isn’t super helpful, he appreciates the thought behind it, because its you doing something nice for him. He’s not used to that, but he wants to soak it up as best as he can. 

-From then on he offers to help you out when he has free time — though you protest because its more work for him, he just wants to spend more time with you. (And he’s still a little miffed that you were spending so much time with Kalim and not him.)

-Definitely shows appreciation through his actions over the next couple of weeks. He’s more physically affectionate, gives you more gifts, and is generally more loving than he usually is in displaying his gratitude. 

[8turning]

can u do a 8turn love language & how they would individually show their love for their s/o

thank you for this request, anon! ♡

⌕ . . . 8turn — love languages !

bf ! hyung line + jangshinz x gn ! reader ★ fluff ★ bullet-point ★ headcannon ★ warnings: minor food mentions (myungho, yoonsung, & kyungmin). the hcs get longer the more you go scroll (sorry). let me know if i missed anything!

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⁰⁰¹ : JAEYUN.

quality time. physical affection.

my brain turns to mush (/pos) whenever i think about jaeyun but i will do my best to not explode 💔

jaeyun absolutely adores just simply existing in the same space as you - often times you two stay in the same room without exchanging a single word because your work loads are too occupying.

jaeyun loves to be around you in those times, but he loves even more when there's no distractions. no work or group chats blowing up or emails to check off. simply just you and him in the seclusion of his room (after he's kicked minho out, of course).

you'd spend most of your time together watching films or shows, taking time out of your schedule to watch when either of you were able to visit the other.

more often than not, you'd end up falling asleep next to him (its okay, he fell asleep too).

half of his body would be thrown over yours once you woke up, his temple pressed to your chest as your fingers instinctively began to run through his hair. jaeyun lived for moments like these with you.

plus, you both falling sleep mid-way through the film only gave a better excuse for you to visit again - its a win-win for everyone! (except minho, who just wants to be in his room).

he'd like to be inside with you whenever possible - for both reasons of his job and for his own preference.

loves loves loves just lounging around i can not express that enough.

does everything in his power to make sure you are comfortable with him 100% of the time, even if that means having absolutely NO ONE in the dorms when you visit, drawing closed the blinds and making sure no one sees you together, he’ll do what he can.

jaeyun strikes me as the type to prefer your hands being held or have his bicep resting on your shoulder so he can rub his thumb along your nape soothingly.

the only word i can think to describe how he loves you is comfortable. everything’s about jaeyun is so comfortable.

⁰⁰² : MYUNGHO.

physical affection. acts of service.

with how often myungho can be seen being physically affectionate with his members, it's hard to believe he wouldn't be that way with his s/o!

if anything, he'd be even more affectionate towards you. whether its an arm around your neck, hand holding yours, or his chin on your shoulder when he hugs you from behind, he absolutely loves connecting with you in such a way.

one of his favorite ways to show his love is by playing with your hands. its such a simple act that can be done mindlessly, but to myungho, there's more thought in such an action.

he loves to intertwine your fingers with his just to undo them, taking one of your hands in both of his and tracing over your knuckles and nails, the tip of his index finger following the lines in your palm before closing your hand between his.

when you hold hands, he prefers to have his thumb on the outside of yours so he can swipe over your skin smoothly. if you were to copy that action on him, he'd be the happiest man ever.

on days where its a bit more taxing for you both or you are unable to see each other for a long period of time or maybe your schedules just don't line up, he'd do his best to make sure you know he's thinking of you.

things like: if you say you're hungry, he'll immediately open a delivery app and order your favorite take out for you, the full meal at your doorstep within the hour (he'd pay an extra fee if it meant it got to you quicker).

of course, you'd do the same for him when given the opportunity, and it makes him happy knowing you'd go the same lengths to help him that he would for you :]

⁰⁰³ : MINHO.

quality time. words of affirmation.

he's always so smiley :( you could be doing the most mundane things and he'd just stare lovingly at you. even once you've caught him, he doesn't say anything.

you're so mesmerizing to him without even realizing it. even if its just him scrolling on his phone across from you while you study, he loves every second of it. he loves being able to look up past his screen and see you so concentrated, not knowing he's even admiring you.

minho knows you'd likely turn your face away bashfully if you knew he was staring, so the fact he only had to move his eyes in this position is definitely a bonus.

even if you caught him staring, his eyes would be so full of love that you couldn't even be mad at him.

something he was a bit more shy to do was express his admiration to you verbally. . . but that's not the case when it comes to text messages or notes!!

you'd rarely have a morning without a message from him encouraging you for the day. messages during your time away were somewhat common as well (if he was able to find in between his own schedule to send them).

minho would never miss a chance to wish you a goodnight, telling you how proud he is of you for pushing through the day!

when he gets the chance to visit you, he'd leave notes for you on your desk or in your bag. under your pillow or stuck on your fridge or counter.

minho's secret time! he's unsure if you've ever found it, but he put all of his feelings onto a sticky-note (well, all the feelings that could fit on there) and put it in your phone case. if you ever did find it, you never brought it up.

minho felt what he said was a bit cheesy - too lovey-dovey, but its how he felt about you, so he doesn't regret it all too much. if his members ever knew what he wrote, he'd never hear the end of it.

the words he wrote were only meant for you, anyways :]

⁰⁰⁴ : YOONSUNG.

gift giving. quality time.

yoonsung ♡

if you've read any of my other headcannons with yoonsung, you'd know the yoonsung-matching-with-s/o conversation is one i speak on a lot!!

yoonsung thinks every moment he shares with you is precious - he likes to make memories with you even through the most mundane of tasks.

if you're cleaning together, he'd be sure to have music playing and sing throughout the entire ordeal (the mini concert you get is a reward for all of your work).

he'd also love to try new recipes with you! finding whatever either of you had lying around/left over and trying to make something delicious . . . it works out about half the time - but you both have fun nonetheless!

yoonsung (i've said it twice but here's a third time) loves the idea of making bracelets with his s/o :( he finds the elastic string with colorful beads the most fun - you get to make them for each other so you'll always have a piece of one another with you :")

he's usually slower than you too 😭 wanting to make sure everything is aligned nicely and that it isn't too loose or too tight on your wrist.

if you express you're not too fond of jewelry, he knows how to work with that, too. whether that's buy buying matching shirts or a pair of shoe laces or simply giving you a few of his favorite sweaters, he'll find a way for you to have part of him with you wherever you go.

he loves spending time with you and it doesn't matter too much to him what you do together. if you wanna go see a movie or have a meal outside, he's down! or if you want to take a rest day with your boyfriend and stay indoors, he is more than happy to oblige.

if you're into keeping up with shows, he's gonna be there to watch them with you whether you're together or miles away! it's always nicer to have someone to talk about them with and its even better when they show the same amount of interest and enthusiasm as you do.

thinks little displays of affection can be just as powerful as the bigger ones, and with both of your busy schedules, he does whatever he can to make sure you know how much he appreciates you :]

⁰⁰⁵ : HAEMIN.

quality time. physical affection.

unlike myungho, haemin is much more reserved with his physical affection. he's not a huge fan of pda and typically gets shy when he tries to initiate it.

but his lack of initiation does not mean he doesn't enjoy it! he prefers to keep that kind of affection in the privacy of the dorm (and its not like he can show it outside of the dorm at this point in his career anyways).

but on the rare occasions you're both able to meet outside the dorm - hoods pulled over your heads and masks on your face - he becomes a bit more bold.

reaching for your hand across the table at whatever shop you decided to meet at and interlocking your fingers. joining your arms together as you walk down the sidewalk, enjoying the day together. he lives for the quieter displays of affection.

not because he isn't proud to be with you - he feels the happiest he's ever felt at this point in his life. but he understand with his occupation it gets a bit tough, and the last thing he wants is to jeopardize your safety. so for now, you'll remain behind the scenes for just a little while longer.

spending time together is a difficult task to plan, but you make do with the time you do get and spend it in the best way you can.

because of haemin's reserved nature, he enjoys being indoors with you a lot. catching up on shows or watching a movie is simple but one of his favorites - it allows him to relax and escape from his hectic schedule for a while, and that all becomes even better when he gets to do that with you!

maybe you have to study for an exam or tackle some project for work, even if he has absolutely no idea how to help you, he'll be by your side (or in the next room if you request for him to) making sure you don't push yourself too much and that you take a break once you need it.

he shows his love and admiration in the softer ways - ways he's reserved only for you to see and for you to receive.

⁰⁰⁶ : KYUNGMIN.

acts of service. words of affirmation.

kyungmin, similar to haemin, enjoys displaying his love for his s/o in more subtle ways. placing his hand on the corner of the table if you dropped something, putting the straw to your drink in first before his own, or making sure you have enough charge on your phone before you go anywhere are just to name a few things.

he never wastes an opportunity to tell you how much he appreciates you as his s/o.

kyungmin strikes me as the type to Not Care about about his idol image when it comes to being in a relationship LOL

if one day you're out and someone recognizes him, he'd do his best to make sure your face is covered from whatever cameras might have sprung up.

at the very least, he wants to make sure you're safe. pulling your jacket collar over your face, taking off his hat and putting it on you, rushing to use a mask or simply pulling you to his chest and making you walk backwards . . . he's ready to go to whatever lengths to protect your identity.

his career would never stop him from bringing you around - he's not too fond of the idea of keeping everything private all the time, but that's not to say he isn't cautious when and where he needs to be.

for the times when your schedules just don't line up the best, he will never go a night without talking with you.

whether that's accidentally falling asleep on call with one another, a simple goodnight text to let you know he's drifting off while thinking of you, or something in between, he makes sure you know you're on his mind.

most days he wakes up earlier than you, so that means almost every morning without fail, you'll wake up to messages from kyungmin.

anything ranging from what he's eating for breakfast to how much he misses you to what his schedule is for the day. . . if he doesn't talk to you he feels this unwavering weight on his shoulders from guilt.

always wishes you a good morning :( sometimes popping in a cheesy "hope you dreamt of me ♡" before he has to shut his phone off for some hours.

he can easily tell when you're stressing out and when a burn-out is creeping up. he's the first to tell you to take a break and regain your energy slowly rather than force work out of you.

while at the time you may feel like you need to cram, you know listening to his advice will always prove to be more fruitful. which results in many praises. "i love you, and i love how ambitious you are, but taking care of yourself comes first, okay?"

© 8turning 2023.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 11

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Hello My Queen." Loki said, coming up behind you to kiss you on the cheek. You turned to face him and he knelt in front of you, placing his hands on the bulge of your stomach, kissing the bump. "Hello my little Princess."

You smiled, brushing his hair back from his face. "Hello Lokes."

He got to his feet, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. "How was your day today?"

"It was good." You said, turning back to the stove where you were in the middle of making dinner.

Dinner was going to be hamburgers and cheeseburgers. Pork and beans along with green beans as vegetables. Dill pickles were in a jar on the table already since you were almost done cooking the meal. Chips were also a part of todays meal and you also had pigs in a blanket for the kids.

"Is the table already set?" You asked as you started to load up the circular patties onto a larger platter.

"Yes, and I've got this." Loki said after you placed the last one on top. He picked the platter up to take it outside.

You grabbed some of the condiments, carrying them out after Loki.

Steve, Clint, Bucky, Sam, Thor, and T'Challa were running around on the grass with Marcel, Vincent, James, and Lloyd shooting water guns at each other. Lloyd wasn't really shooting guns. Thor was showing him how to shoot one though. Lloyd was only two and he was Thor's son. Lloyd Heimdall Marvel. Although his last name could also be Thorson.

And then there was Lloyd's twin-fraternally- sister: Vera Shuri Marvel. T'Challa's daughter. First to have more than one child to his blood.

Of course, all of them treated all of their kids like their own. And to distinguish between fathers, they simply called all of them 'daddy' and then their name. Lucy had a fun habit of calling T'Challa 'Daddy Allalalala.'

Minerva was still living with you guys, though it had been about three years since they had left. Wanda and Vision had twin boys of their own now by the names of Billy and Tommy. So Minerva had been left with you guys while Pietro, Jessie, and Katherine never even came back to visit.

It frustrated you beyond belief, but there wasn't really anything you could do. Minerva was probably better off in your guys' home anyways. She had grown and she really did seem like she was a part of the family.

At the moment, Minerva was sitting at the outdoor eating table next to Tony. He was showing her something he had made and she was listening attentively- or maybe she just liked that it was shiny. Stephen sat next to Tony, a small smile on his face while he rocked Vera in his arms.

Minerva looked up to give you a radiating smile when she saw you. You smiled gently, before moving back into the house.

Once everything was on the table, you took a spot on the other side of Stephen, putting Temperance on your other side and then Fury.

You loved the summer months. It was some of the best times that you had with the family. Plus, it meant you were in the best time of the business.

The others hadn't exactly taken a break from being superheroes, however, they were trying to back away from it, especially with how many kids you guys had now. So, Steve had pitched the idea that they get somewhat normal jobs.

It came from the fact that it just didn't seem fair for Tony to have to pay for everything- even if he didn't mind. And Steve said if they were going to start retiring their weapons, then they needed to get some sort of job to make money.

But you had pitched the idea for running a farm. It had been Elizabeth's original idea and you decided to give it a shot.

The others agreed, and now you were all running a full fledged farm here in Ohio. You had chickens, pigs, cows, sheep, even a couple of goats and some horses. You had both meat and egg chickens, milk and meat cows, and then the goats were for goat milk. The sheep were simply there for wool.

You were growing all sorts of crops like fruits and vegetables. There were also plenty of herbs, along with wheat and a few other products.

For the most part, you turned a lot of the stuff you collected into food or clothing for your own family. But there was still a lot that you ended up sending to market, which was where you made a lot of money.

Tony was good at branding and instead of calling it food from 'Stark Industries', it was known as the 'Avengers Farm'. And wouldn't you rather buy your butter from the Avengers instead of Kroger? 85% of American said yes.

So yeah, quite a bit had changed in your life. A few more kids, less missions, less fighting. Things just seemed more peaceful. Everyone was less stressed out, and it seemed as though everyone was enjoying their lives even more.

Loki was extremely excited about having his own kid. The baby girl in your stomach was the only one in there but Loki couldn't care less. His excitement was enough to kindle your own whenever he was around.

"Come on Tempy, you've got to eat the vegetables." Fury said to the little girl who was turning her nose up at the peas.

"Don't wan pwes." Temperance scrunched her tiny nose up.

"Peas are good for you." Fury said. "All superheroes eat peas, right Tony?"

"Yep!" Tony lied enthusiastically as he despised peas. "Peas are delicious Tempy."

His words worked at least and Temperance reluctantly opened her mouth to let Fury feed her.

Minerva was starting to fall asleep at the table and Tony pushed back to take her to her room.

"I've got her." You said, pushing back from the table, picking her up in your arms.

"You sure?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, of course." You kissed him on the lips and then made your way back into the house. Minerva hadn't quite fallen asleep when you laid her down in her princess bed.

The rooms had been slightly redone with the growing number of kids and the fact that they were growing older. This room was all of the girls and it was designed like a large castle, each small 'tower' having a bed in it.

"Aunty?" Minerva mumbled sleepily as you were going to leave the room again.

"Yes Minnie?"

"Will you tell me about my mama?" She asked.

You smiled sadly and came to sit down on the end of her bed. "What do you want to know?"

"Was she pwetty?"

"She was one of the most beautiful women I ever knew." You responded. "You look a lot like her. She had brown hair and brown eyes. She was a very strong woman, but she was also very free with her emotions. You knew exactly when she was in a bad mood because she would show it and you knew when she was happy because she would sing and dance. She loved to cook. She was full of love and joy and she loved Harry Potter. And most of all, she loved you and your father very, very much."

"Did she sing to me?" Minerva asked.

"She did. She had two very special songs that she would sing to you every single night." You responded.

"Can you sing them for me?"

Tears pricked your eyes. "Of course."

You slowly got up off the bed, turning off the lights, setting the purple night light in instead. You tucked her in with the sheets and then sat next to her, hugging her into your side.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London Bride is falling down, My fair Lady. . ."

***

"How is she?" Tony asked as you settled into his and Stephen's room last night. He was very attentive towards Minerva, whether because she reminded him of himself a little bit, or just because he was a very sensitive man, you weren't sure. Your other soulmates didn't pay her the same attention as the others and both Tony and Stephen tried making up for it.

It wasn't their faults, of course. That was the bond. They took care of their soul kids first. It just worked that way. But you had taken care of her since she was young and that was how it was. But still, every night when you tucked her in, you cursed Pietro for his stupid decision.

"She asked about her mother again." You sighed.

Minerva knew her parents were gone, but she wanted to know all about them. You supposed it was fair.

"I'll have F.R.I.D.A.Y. find some pictures for her." Tony promised, sliding into bed next to you. Stephen was just finishing up in the bathroom.

"You know she hasn't even met any of her brothers?" You asked angrily. "Skylar, Billy, Tommy, and we both know that they just had a new little girl! It's not fair to her!"

"I know Y/N." Tony sighed, pulling you into a hug.

Stephen came out of the bathroom, turning the lights off as he made his way to the bed. "We'll figured something out darling, you don't have to worry. Besides, Minerva fits into the family well. I don't think Elizabeth would mind us taking care of her daughter."

"I know but. . . I'm afraid when she grows up she'll feel the difference." You admitted.

Neither of them said anything. It was to much to hope that the others would treat her as their own. Soulmate bonds. . . well they just didn't work like that.

***

Minerva stumbled along on her tiny feet, trying to help you with the laundry as you hung it up on the line. She would pick up a towel out of the basket by your feet and hold it up to you. You'd take it, hang it on the line, and then take the next towel from her.

She was quiet as she helped you, and you enjoyed her presence and her help. It was really adorable to watch, like a baby duckling or something.

You finished hanging up the laundry and then picked up the basket to go back inside. Thor approached you, kissing you and saying, "Do you want to watch something later?"

"I would like that." You said with a smile.

"Up!" Minerva said excitedly. She really liked being on Thor's broad shoulders.

Thor lifted her up to put her on his shoulders before turning back to you. "Do you know what you want to watch or do you want me to pick?"

"Something funny." You said with a smile. "Adam Sandler probably. Or something with Kevin Hart in it."

Suddenly, Thor's hammer shot skywards into Minerva's hands. She lifted it in one hand, grabbing Thor's hair in the other and proclaimed, "mew mew charge!"

Thor just stood there in shock, trying to figure out what had just happened. You gaped, staring at the sight in front of you.

"Well. . . that was interesting." You said. "But Lloyd can pick up the hammer too."

"True." Thor said. "I just did not expect this."

You smiled. "Minnie, give Uncle Thor his hammer back, okay?"

"Mew mew!" She cried happily, before lowering it, "Here Uncwle Twhore."

You giggled quietly as Thor took the hammer back and then lowered Minerva off his shoulders. She ran off on the farm and you and Thor looked at each other again.

"I'll be in the basement at eight." You said, kissing him on the cheek.

"I'll see you later Princesse." Thor smiled, before chasing after Minerva.

***

"That's awesome!" You said with delight through the phone while you stirred the spaghetti in the pot. "I'm really happy for you guys Y/S/N! So where do you have to move to?"

"Idaho." Y/S/N said glumly. "I mean, the job is great and of course, everything's cheaper there so Ben will make even more money since we won't be spending as much, but still- Idaho?"

"I don't know. It sounds kind've peaceful. Like my house." You said with a smile. "You might like it."

"I'm more of a city girl." Y/S/N sighed. Suddenly, there was loud crying in the background of her phone. "Well, she didn't want to sleep for long."

You laughed. "I'll talk to you later. If you want any help with the move, just let me know. I love you."

"Love you too."

You hung up, placing the phone on the counter as you finished off cooking dinner. You dished out the plates, setting the table, and then called everyone down for dinner.

"Look at these." Steve said with a grin, pulling you back into the kitchen as the others started to sit around the eating table.

He showed you one of the old milk jars that you guys had. He'd tied brown string around it into a bow and then filled it with wild flowers. "Thought you'd like to put these in the bedroom."

"Thank you." You whispered, taking them from him and kissing him.

"Let's eat!" Clint shouted from the other room.

You giggled and the two of you went back out there to join the others.

The kids made a mess, eating the spaghetti and you loved watching their fathers clean then up.

"That's it!" Sam declared, lifting Lloyd out of his seat. "You need a bath."

The two year old squealed, kicking his feet, but Sam wouldn't let him go as he disappeared out of the room.

"So, anything exciting happen today?" Clint asked the kids.

"I lifted mew mew." Minerva stated simply.

The others looked at Thor. "She did what?" Steve asked in surprise.

"I'm so proud of you sweetheart." Tony said, winking at Minerva. "Means you're worthy."

"But did she actually?" Loki asked, a huge grin on his face.

"She did." You confirmed. "It was actually quite adorable."

"I wanna lift mew mew!" Lucy squealed.

You bit your bottom lip. Yeah, that was going to be a problem if they all argued over it.

"Are we weally starting school in Augwust?" Vincent asked excitedly.

"Yeah, but it's a sort of home-school project." T'Challa said.

None of you had felt comfortable about putting the kids in a public school setting, but you had also wanted them to interact with other kids. The win-win solution was a home-schooling program where they met with other home-schooled students three days a week for five hours at a church nearby.

"Alright, c'mon, you guys gotta wash up and then get ready for bed." Fury said twenty minutes later.

They grumbled, but they were good about getting up and doing as they were told- especially if Daddy Fury was the one telling them.

"Mama, come tuck us in!" Lucy begged you.

"Alright, if you're in bed when I come upstairs, I'll tuck you in and sing to you, okay?" You said. She scampered off and you looked over at Thor. "Maybe more like eight thirty."

Thor grinned, "I'll be waiting."

"I thought you were with me tonight." Loki glared at Thor.

"We're watching a movie. I'm still with you tonight, don't worry Lokes." You grinned, before you got up from the table and headed upstairs to where the girls were all waiting in bed.

"Now will you sing to us?" Lucy begged.

"Of course Lucy Loo." You smiled, brushing back her black hair. "Do you know what you want me to sing?"

"The one with the bears!" Temperance giggled from her bed.

"Yeah!" Lucy and Minerva agreed.

'That one is kind've creepy.' You thought, but you didn't say that aloud.

"Alright." You said, turning out the lights.

You headed over to where Vera was already falling fast asleep, kissing her forehead and started to sing,

"If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise If you go down in the woods today, you'd better go in disguise For every bear that ever there was Will gather there for certain because Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic

Every teddy bear who's been good is sure of a treat today There's lots of marvelous things to eat and wonderful games to play Beneath the trees where nobody sees They'll hide and seek as long as they please That's the way the teddy bears have their picnic

Picnic time for teddy bears The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today Watch them, catch them unawares And see them picnic on their holiday

See them gaily gad about They love to play and shout They never have any cares At six o'clock their mummies and daddies Will take them back home to bed 'Cause they're tired little teddy bears

If you go down in the woods today, you'd better not go alone It's lovely down in the woods today, but safer to stay at home For every bear that ever there was Will gather there for certain because Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic"

They were all fast asleep. You smiled, leaving the room, and closing the door behind you. Then you went downstairs to join Thor and Loki for the movies.

I don't know. This Chapter was kind've everywhere. I was kind've trying to explain what they were doing with their life and also trying to keep the story moving. But I also really wanted to explain why Minerva was still there, etc. I don't know. This wasn't the best chapter. I'll do better- promise.

[invisibleraven]

Did I forget it was Friday again? Of course I did. 7: Black Friday Shopping. + Willie and Flynn. Because I feel they're the only ones who would throw themselves into that chaos.

Willie wandered into the kitchen, taking in how covered the kitchen table was, Flynn at the head pouring over the scattered papers. “Hey chica, whatcha doin’?”

“Making a battle plan for Black Friday,” she replied distractedly. “Gonna got those sale racks hard and get all my shopping done in one fell swoop this year.”

“Oh man, the dreaded holiday shopping trips. I gotta knock mine out too,” Willie groaned. “Maybe I should take a page out of your book, do it all in one day.”

“You’re welcome to join me. We leave at three in the morning.”

“Three?”

“Sales start at five, need to stop for coffee before we get in line. Dress warm, wear good shoes.” Flynn then looked at him, “Feel free to back out if you want, I can fight back all the pushy Karen’s on my own. But if you come, you gotta keep up, I will leave you behind if you fall.”

Willie held his hands up, but grinned, “Oh believe me I know. Hate to be the person who gets between you and a sale. Your killer instinct is terrifying.”

Flynn gave him a slightly feral smile, “Kind of necessary when you’re dating Carrie.”

Willie laughed at that, and the two agreed to their attack plan, both heading off to bed exceptionally early in order to fight the raging hordes of shoppers the next morning.

Willie groaned as his alarm went off, Alex still sound asleep beside him. He had elected to sleep with ear plugs in, and wished him good luck. “Better you than me,” he had said before falling asleep. “Flynn’s a shopping terror on a good day, would hate to see her on the biggest shopping day of the year.”

Willie showered quickly, tossing his hair back in a messy bun and throwing on his comfiest clothes and shoes. He could hear Flynn beeping the horn to her obnoxious VW Bug as he grabbed his wallet and dashed out the door.

“You’re late,” she said as she veered out of the driveway, her bright orange car the only one on the road. “We’re gonna swerve through the nearest Starbucks for quads of coffee and breakfast sammies. You vegan this month?”

“Vegetarian,” Willie conceded. “I missed cheese and eggs.”

“I don’t know how you do it. I couldn’t live without bacon.”

“Your boyfriend does,” Willie commented.

“Only around the high holy days. He’s not kosher the rest of the time. And he only does that to appease MeeMaw.”

“No one messes Chavalah Peters,” Willie admitted.

Soon enough, bellies full, and thrumming with caffeine, they pulled into the first store on their list. Electronics.

If Willie thought Flynn was terrifying, he hadn’t seen anything. The people pushing and shoving to get discounted TVs and SodaStreams. He swore he saw one woman bite someone to get the latest iPhone. He managed to snag a few games for Reggie and Carlos, plus a new set of headphones for Carrie, complete with pink cat ears.

Flynn emerged from the fray with a towering pile loaded on a dolly, smiling and calm, though she glared at the biter, flexing her nails.

The next store was much the same, only people were fighting over clothes and shoes instead of appliances. Willie kind of stood back in awe as Flynn maneuvered through the crowd to grab him a pair of sneakers for Julie and a few band tees for Luke.

By lunch time, Flynn’s car was full, they were both flagging, and agreed that they were done. They made their way home, with Flynn thanking him for a great day, and collapsed on the couch for a nap.

“Never again?” Alex asked as he came to tuck Willie in.

“It was scary and exhausting, but I actually had a lot of fun,” Willie admitted with a yawn.

“You’re crazy,” Alex said with a fond shake of his head. “I just buy everything online. But you survived, and Flynn came back with a smile, so good job.”

Willie was fast asleep before the last word fell from Alex’s lips, not even registering the gentle kiss pressed to his temple. A soft smile on his face despite the aches all over his body.

[mylittlemenandme]

MOULD LANG SYNE

Time for a round-up!

Firstly, the return of the Sanguinala Showdown, my 1v1v1 game against Astra Militarum and Necrons. I only took one picture because it was a rough old game - a tied victory for the other two armies - and while I took an odd mix of units, the game was itself was a fair summation of the year as it progressed. More on that later!

HOBBY

I got a lot of things built and primed over the course of the year, nearly 2000 points of Primaris Space Wolves with more on the way. They've mostly stayed primed though - only the Suppressors got finished to a Battle Ready level, mainly for the Crusade league but also because they're a key unit for how my army plays (preventing Overwatch? Yes please!).

For the Sylvaneth, I got the Warsong Revenant painted up to round off my 2000 points, plus the Tree Revenants and Drycha primed. Some other bits got built like the Kurnoth, plenty to work on there going forward to expand the army.

And also:

After Sanguinala I felt the need for a change, although mainly just for those games. Since I'd picked up a load of Death Guard for cheap from the previous partworks magazine run it made sense to make an army of them, and making it Imperial v Xenos v Chaos is also appealing. It took two days to get these built, and I think a nice, filthy paint job will sort them right out.

GAMES

It felt like I'd got plenty of games in this year, extremely happy (in the most part).

Space Wolves

Plenty of games for these, certainly! I thoroughly enjoyed the Crusade league (although unfortunately I didn't get to finish it through illness, I'll do a full report at some point). I got some good games in with some lovely folks, and so hopefully more games next year.

I played a couple more games at a community meet-up at Element Games in December, against Emperor's Children Chaos Space Marines and then the Leagues of Votann. Two new codexes that shone a sharp light on where Space Marines are in the current meta (not that I particularly bother with such things). So many fancy tricks, so incredibly deadly (and durable). While I have got a better handle on my army they do feel like they have just slipped behind - a similar story against the Astra Militarum and their new book too. Dare I say, Space Marines feel a little... boring... at the minute?

I will endure! I have my new units to try - I liked how the Outriders and ATVs performed at Element and at Sanguinala - and maybe I'll add some more Space Wolves specific units to the force and see how they fare, add a little flavour.

Sylvaneth

Easy round-up this - no games played. Disappointing really - while I've had chances to play, I've not committed to anything.

2023

I want to get the primed models painted and played with. A few vehicles (half built Impulsor and Storm Speeder, plus the Hammerfall Bunker) and I'm nearly done with the army I had mapped out. I just need to get practicing with transfers and I can get them properly finished.

I'd like to make a start on some Firstborn too, that'll be the next stage of the army. Some Thunderwolf Cavalry are high up the list.

I'll see if I go mad with the Death Guard and end up with 2000 points-worth. It's a plague-riddled hole I could definitely fall down, although seeing how the initial lot paint up could put a stop to it. And I have a couple of other projects I have got put aside, the Deathwatch being the most interesting in terms of building.

It'd be great to play at least one game with the Sylvaneth. I think going to a weekend meet and taking just them is probably my best bet.

And after painting the Fury of Dracula models, I'd like to take a run at some of the Imperial Assault collection I have. I enjoyed the couple of games I've played of it, and if I can rope my friends into playing even better!

A busy year ahead then, hopefully! Happy New Year!

[kayradavani]

[ mimi keene, cis woman, she/her ] - was that KAYRA DAVANI i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for HER WHOLE LIFE ON AND OFF and works as a STRIPPER AT SIRENS has a reputation of being INDEPENDENT but also EGOTISTICAL. they reside in STOUGHTON ESTATES & people in town usually associate them with THE BRUTALITY OF HONESTY, POINTE SHOES, UNREAD TEXT MESSAGES, LOOKING AT EVERYONE IN SILENT JUDGMENT & BODY GLITTER. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

trigger warnings: car accident, death & implied biphobia

BASICS

full name: kayra davani

nickname: kay

date of birth: february 14, 1995

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: stripper at sirens

birthplace: nightrest, massachusetts

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′3″

BACKGROUND

born to an incredibly old money type of rich old-fashioned family, she had always been raised in this ridiculously strict household. nothing to do with religion, just comes from the type of people her parents have always been

nightrest has got nothing on the davani household like this lady had a curfew, she had to text her parents every time she went out, who she was with, what time she was coming back, what the purpose was. they wanted every single detail from her

y'know what they say, the stricter the parents, the more a kid rebels. sadly, that's not the case with her because while she did sneak out from time to time to hang out with her besties (hi jae and hi aslan), she was also incredibly busy

with her parents being the way that they are, they expected excellence from her in everything she did. her mother forced her to take ballet classes since she was three, she's also musical because of course, she was not their year's valedictorian but she was part of the top 10 for sure, she took on so many extracurricular activities back in high school, went to an ivy league school, the works

she actually went to law school, even passed the bar but didn't really do anything, mostly because she didn't have to. her family was and always will be loaded, and she had an inkling her parents just wanted her to take up law solely so they can brag about that specific aspect in her life to their friends

in january of this year (before the murders), her parents died in a car crash. it was incredibly unexpected, and while she was sad of course, she also felt relieved. she was FREEEEEEEE

she could do whatever it was she wanted to do now. she can actually be out !!! and proud !!! to be bi !!! like she never talked about her sexuality with her parents (kay vc: ew why would i) but she definitely didn't think they would have approved

(that also means that all relationships with women or anyone femme was kept a secret because kayra wasn't ready to no longer have her parents' acceptance anymore)

she had always been a darn good dancer, and when her parents died, she finally did something she always thought was pretty cool -- learning how to pole dance. her parents would not have approved of her doing that either which led to her being in the job she’s in now

being a stripper is just something she thought was fun because it made her feel sexy and empowered, she still gets to dance, plus it helps that it's something COMPLETELY different from how her life had been, from the life that only her parents wanted

she doesn't know how long she'll be working as one but she's definitely enjoying herself right now. she's just so happy she has the freedom to now do just whatever the hell it is she wants to do

PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ self-assured, independent, clever

- judgmental, vindictive, sarcastic

FUN FACTS

while kay had always been self-assured, it wasn't until her parents' death that she became a lot more vocal with her opinions, as harsh as they may be

she was just born to judge (if she had continued down her law path, she would have eventually wanted to be one officially)

you know she's loaded because she has an albino cat (plus two sausage dogs)

can and will fight anyone, she don't care

all of her words are dripping in sarcasm and judgment tbh and she will never hesitate to call people out when they're acting foolish or if they do/say things she does not agree with

she genuinely likes like 5 people total so don't be offended if she doesn't like you. she'll insult you to your face then forget all about you ten minutes later

is incredibly loyal to these 5 people and feels protective of them even though she knows they can all handle themselves

thinks desperation is the lowest you can ever get (kay vc: desperation gives off such a vile stench) so seeing people thirst after her best friends will immediately make her dislike you (kay vc: this is so embarrassing for you girlie)

does not like relationships, does not want kids of her own, does not want anything serious at all

WANTED CONNECTIONS

ride or dies

childhood friends who stayed friends

childhood friends who drifted apart

unexpected friends

hookups (past or present)

family friends

enemies

law school buddies?

travel buddies

clients at sirens (she does not and never will sleep with her clients)

[velocityliving]

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2 tales from the soul Society (bleach)

1. The best laid plans

Ichigo hummed to himself as he finished cleaning up the one story house he and Reniji had recently gotten. After getting married the pair had decided to move to the soul society full time, a move that was helped by the fact that Ichigo's bratty ways had recently gotten worse and there was only so many time one could expect to get away with hanging annoying kids by the back of their undies from trees before the law would have to get involved. Still they had a nice place, and Reniji while not at the best possible job, was raking in enough cash for them to live comfortably, all things considered it could of been worse. It also gave the happy pair time to indulge in a shared kink: diaper and age play. Make no mistake, while Ichigo whined and pointed out over and over again just HOW cute Reniji would look in diapers, the red head maintained that Ichigo was the baby of the house. Plus while Ichigo was a good little boy wife (Reniji's pet name for the chore bitch) he didn't wanna shatter his image of alpha male in the house hold by having Ichigo clean his poopie cheeks. It was Friday night and Reniji for a change didn't have to work in the morning and had texted Ichigo as the chore boy finished up what he wanted to do. Ichigo had a impish grin on his face as he texted back, having already decided mentally it was gonna be a daddy and me night, but told Reniji that he just wanted to relax and watch movies, and asked him to get some and some take out on his way home for work. Knowing it wouldn't take his 'daddy' too long to pick some movies and get some food (Fast food really WAS fast food in the soul society, anther point in it's favor) Ichigo made his way to the bathroom closet and dug out his enema kit.

Daddy was a firm believer that while he didn't always enjoy the smell, all big babies like his cutie pie Ichigo should be more then willing to make LOTS of 'presents' for their daddies. Ironically when they had first started all of this, it had been Ichigo who was less then a fan of poopie diapers and enemas. These days however, filling himself up and fighting to hold it in before soiling himself like a big dumb baby was so orgasmic there was 50/50 chance the big baby would cream the front of his diapers while loading the back. The tricky part in all of this was that Reniji thought plastic diapers were wasteful, and so Ichigo would have to somehow get his diapers pinned on and plastic pants tugged over them without letting out the water and sludge from his butt once he took the plug out. of course, only daddy thought that was still a hard struggle, but Ichigo had taken up some 'training' so to speak and while it wasn't always a sure fire thing, he had a high success rate. and had dealt with the clean up involved with his failures. It might of helped if it wasn't for the fact that Ichigo insisted on filling the bag to the brim, and oils and soaps to ensure all sorts of delightful cramps. Still it was a labor of love and he didn't think twice as he mixed his little brew up and shook the bag, before hanging it on the shower rod.

He had of course, already stripped naked, his hairless body a result of shaving and grooming and his modest manhood was twitching and awaiting the fun as he lubed up the suggestively shaped nozzle with one hand while working in a lubed up finger or two in and out of his rosebud to make this go as smooth as possible. Mindful that there WAS a time limit here, he forced the nozzle in hard and fast and almost lost it right there, hunched over the bathroom sink and letting out a soft "Oh daddy!" Somehow he managed to keep his load in and gasping softly he opened the valve on the bag, filling his insides with the hot mixture and whimpering as he rubbed his growing belly. "oh fuck..oh fuck..I'm getting pregnant with a mud baby just fer daddy Reniji." Ichigo coo'ed stupidly at his reflection, his eyes going dim as his hornless took him over. Somehow he manged NOT to give in and jack off, eve if his cock head was dripping a almost steady level of pre which meant he had to keep dabbing at it with a wad of tissue. The bag filled him quick enough and Ichigo giggled, rubbing his belly a few times and savoring the cramps with his eyes closed, before moving onto the next stage of operation: present for daddy.

The terrycloth diapers Reniji got Ichigo were slightly stained, there were some things that all the elbow grease in the world just couldn't get out and Reniji insisted that Ichigo wasn't getting new diapers till the old one's were too worn out to use/too filthy to keep using. 'hehehehe two birds one stone!' the big baby giggled, having gotten them and the large diaper pins ready before stuffing his guts. pre powdered and everything, Ichigo tugged the nozzle out and willed his hole to close as he plopped back onto the diapers, tugging them up and getting the pins in. Ideally he'd like to say this present for daddy to see happen, but his tummy was cramping and gurgling, so Ichigo would have to take what he could get. Moaning softly and his tummy sloshing, Ichigo went for the cherry on the cake so to speak, tugging up a pair of plastic pants he'd claimed to have lost but had been working on in secret. working to stitch onto the back of the clear pants in jet black 'poo poo pants'. 'Daddies gonna squeal when he see's dat!' Ichigo thought proudly. he toyed with getting a diaper shirt on, but between the size of his tummy and the diaper butt, he'd of had to struggle and it would of popped open when he bent over anyways. He could of slid a top on at least but figured fuck it, lots of babies ran around in just their diapers and it wouldn't be like Reniji wasn't gonna be washing him soon anyways. decision made, Ichigo toddled towards the hallway in from of the front door and turned around,bracing himself on a small table for key's and the like and waited, his butt facing the door and listening for the sound of daddies keys.

Reniji was having a good day, and actually was looking forward to a nice lazy night. he didn't wanna tell Ichigo and break the little cuties heart, but he semi needed a break from wiping the big babies butt. truthfully he would of maybe liked to go out for drinks, but had just picked up a bottle of sake along with some stir fry and picked out a action comedy. He'd also run into two of their old friends, Toshiro and Kenpachi (though with Kenpachi, friend might of been pushing it..) and they had semi invited themself over for a few drinks. 'I'm sure Ichigo won't mind company for a little bit.' Reniji thought, listing to the other two captain's argue over who drink more behind. "Guys, for the record, Unless you wanna go and get your own bottles, take it easy." Reniji called playfully over his shoulder, then slid the key's into the lock. they might of lived in a ok neighborhood but Reniji still didn't want someone just waltzing in.

Hearing the key's in the lock Ichigo gave a Cheshire grin and mentally giggled, while in a soft voice went "it's showtime~" and relaxed his control, letting out a massive wet fart and then more.. as he heard Reniji start to speak up."Hi sweetie I'm home! hope you don't mind but I ran into some friends...of..ours.." Reniji said before his voiced dropped off, and he facepalmed. Looking over his shoulder, and helpless to stop the torment of sludge that was escaping out of his bottom, Ichigo saw Toshiro looking at him amused till the smell hit him, then the platinum blond was holding his nose and waving a hand, and Kenpachi who just broke out into loud laughter. Blushing big time time and shaking, Ichigo gave a weak little wave and a soft "Oh..uh...Hiiii..." "nice huggies poo poo pants!" Toshiro grumbled, still holding his nose and Kenpachi just laughed harder. "-sigh-.. can you guys give me a few, apparently I have to put the baby down to bed..or at least change him." Reniji said, going from annoyed to smirking. "DADDY!"

2. Anger leads to bad choices

Ichigo hummed softly, he was once again cleaning the house, and it had a been a few week's since the disaster that had been the so called lazy night. Toshiro and Kenpachi had agreed to keep it to themselves, but mostly because who would believe them? Reniji had been a little bit less then pleased with Ichigo for fibbing, but Ichigo had gotten away with just having to go to bed in the spare room (AKA his nursery) without a diaper change and listen to the adults have fun. Still some babies never learn their lesson, so while Ichigo was shaking his hips and singing a few of his favorite pop songs from the human world, he was wearing thinner set of diapers and plastic pant's, that puffed out the back of his diaper shirt and poked out the leg holes. it was a pale blue diaper shirt with a big yellow star on the front, though the star was currently hidden by the black apron Ichigo was wearing while he dusted. the apron was a basic black and held extra wipes and a spare duster, as well as the music player that the big baby was listening to as he rocked that jam. He was currently in the living room, and had opened the curtains to let some sunlight in under the impression that the kids on the block were still away at some semi form of a summer camp, a assumption that would prove to be VERY wrong.

It was Kul who first noticed the sight of the big baby dancing in plain sight, and he'd crept across the lawn of Mean mister Ichigo, who was prone to yell at kids to stay off the awn and give them wedgies if they didn't listen. the reason why he kept kids away became clear as the close Kul got, the clearer it was the block grump was a silly big baby. Kul was small for his age and had a shaved head, but despite his tiny size he was somewhat known as the block tough guy and a semi hero to bullying victims. so naturally, seeing the biggest bully of them al was just a big dumb baby, he couldn't keep it to himself and waved over anther boy, Toji. "What is it?" Toji asked, raising a eyebrow as Kul put a finger to his lips. "And are you crazy? this is grumpy pants yard!" Toji added, lowering his voice to a hiss. Kul just grinned and pointed at the window, and Toji paused and then broke into a grin. "No friggen way.." "Go spread the word." Ku said.

Ichigo somehow missed the gathering of fan's outside the window, at least till he was wrapping up the final song on his play list and was paying the duster like it was a guitar. As the music faded and he dropped down to one knee, he opened his eyes wide as the sound of laughter and clapping filled his ears. Looking back at him, pointing and laughing, were all the kids on the block, and more, as apparently news of his little show had gotten out. they were pointing and laughing and chants for a encore broke out. His face turning Crimson Ichigo went to jump up but the padding had gotten damp from a combination of a wetting or two and the sweat he had worked up and instead he stumbled and plopped on his puffy butt instead. Naturally this only made the kids laugh harder, and some of them were taking pictures now as tears started to fill the big babies eyes. "Stop it! stop it!" Ichigo whined and pounded his fists on the floor, trying to glare at them and scare them away. Instead they giggled and d'awwed, and he heard at east one kid comment the big baby was having a tantrum. "I'll show you a tantrum!" Ichigo growled, and rolling onto his hands and knees, he crawled over quick towards the couch and used it to get to his feet, as the hoot's of laughter turned into sounds of worry. "I'm coming out then and giving you all wedgies so hard you'll be tasting your undies for a week! No! a MONTH!" he vowed, and on his way out the door shut the curtains. waddling out the door he never once paused to think about the fact he was STILL dressed like a big baby, or that he hadn't grabbed his keys when Reniji had installed automatic looking doors.

the kids had started to scatter as the front door flew open and Ichigo darted out onto the lawn, eyes filled with fury as he scanned the gathered crowd. "All right! who's fi-" he started, when he heard the sound of the door clicking shut. such had been the force when he'd opened it it had banged off of the wall and bounced back closed, and the loud click was the lock sliding into pace. "-st..Oh shit.." Ichigo whimpered. "pffft..did you just lock yourself out, diaper baby?" Kul asked, in a loud voice. "I..uh..Noo! I just.." Ichigo whined. "Well, if you're NOT stuck out here in your thick diapie wipies, go back inside baby man." Toji called. the other kids gained back their nerve as Ichigo's  anger was replaced with a trembling bottom lip, and he turned back, waddling towards the door, and letting out a LOUD fart. "Ah geez, the BABY is gonna crap himself..Now I DO hope he can get back inside!" a little girl called out. "S-Shut up! no I'm not!" Ichigo whined, even as anther fart erupted out of his backside. He tugged at the door handle once, twice and then a third time and sniffled, as the laughter grew. "awww poor baby Ichigo locked him poor widdle self out! he'll have to wait till daddies home to wet him in~" "Oh man,m he's gonna smell like a sewer by then!" "Yeah, sorry BABY butt, but while i have a little brother, your butt's WAY to big for his diapers!" as the taunts came faster and faster, Ichigo felt tears sliding down his cheeks and sludge flood into the back of his diapers. "STOP BEING SO MEAN TO WIDDLE ME!" he bawled, sinking to his knees and bawling for daddy. "..ah geez.. ok guys I think he's had enough.." kul said, coming over and holding a nose, but patting the big babies head. "there there, your big brothers and sisters will look after you." Kul said with a smile. Ichigo, just whimpered and sucked his thumb and the crotch snap of his diaper shirt popped opened.

The last thing Reniji expected to see as he came into view of his house was Ichigo of all people, surrounded by kids from around the block and clapping his hands and giggling happily. He was naked save for what looked like a rubber sheet that have been mangled into a somewhat passable diaper and his eyes were basically bank as he coo'ed and giggled, calling the kids around him big brother and big sister. '..this is going to be a interesting story.' Reniji thought, and strolled up.

[hongism]

deal - k.hongjoong 18+

↣ pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader ↣ genre: fluff smut/nsfw ↣ wc: 10.3k ._. ↣ for anonymous: “hongjoong + roommates au + “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.” for drabble game?” ↣ warnings: protected sex, nsfw, oral: fem receiving, lewd innuendos ↣ a/n: thank u so much to my besties my babies my beloveds @ppersonna​ and @uhmingi​ for reading and betaing this beast i love u both sm 🥺

...

rule number one: do not under any circumstances sleep with a roommate.

a rule you put in place several years ago, freshman year of college when your eye landed on the person you were assigned to, and it has never failed you in the six years since that moment.

your reasons for such a rule are simple: 1) no muddled feelings or relationships if you don’t fuck. too many people get involved in relationships that have benefits but no feelings and it tends to end badly when someone gets jealous or catches feelings for the other. so it’s easiest to avoid that issue altogether. 2) no annoying questions from friends or family. while you still do hear the stray ‘are you dating’ question here and there, it’s greatly avoided because you can easily say without an ounce of guilt ‘no, we’re not fucking and we don’t plan to’. 

it works wonders for you — as it always has since the day you implemented it (not that any of your roommates have ever propositioned you for sex anyways but that’s beside the point) — and it has kept you for the most part out of emotional turmoil with your roommates. there was the girl from junior year of university who accused you of stealing her specially made face masks from japan but that turned out to be debunked the following month on account of her catching her boyfriend trying to smuggle one out of the bathroom. so all in all, you’ve done well for yourself with that rule, and any subsequent rules tend to be unimportant since you never cross that line.

here you are now at the ripe old age of twenty-four (“wow, you made it that far?” as your mother would say with each birthday that passed after you turned twenty) with a roommate who is simultaneously the most chill and the most high-strung man you have ever met.

kim hongjoong.

graduated art school at some fancy and prestigious place a year early after taking a full course load every semester and part-time in the summers all while working a grueling internship under some photographer who was insecure about his dick size. (hongjoong’s words, not yours). and if that wasn’t enough to make you mildly terrified of the man, he went on to tell you at your first meeting that he worked sixty-plus hours a week at his first job after college, only to get burned out so fast he wanted to send himself into early retirement right then and there. five years later at the lovely age of twenty-six, here he is: sharing an apartment with a twenty-four-year-old woman who barely knows how to keep her life together and barely graduated in four years only to decide that she hated herself enough to go onto grad school. you two honestly couldn’t be any more different from each other, but that’s life sometimes. 

you needed a new apartment with a lax roommate who wouldn’t mind your late hours between work and grad school, and hongjoong needed someone who let him take up space with his art projects and photography. and who didn’t complain about the near-constant lo-fi k-rnb music constantly playing throughout the apartment. so while you could not be more different, the two of you needed each other desperately, and that’s what started your whole roommate arrangement a year and a half ago.

it’s that same soft k-rnb music that plays throughout what you call home now as you step through the door at one o’clock in the morning, bag slung over your shoulder. the lights in the hallway are still on, causing a funky yellow light to filter across the apartment in some areas. hongjoong is nowhere to be found, but you catch his speaker on the living room table with its lights strobing in time to the music. 

at first, coming home to such a scene was a hard adjustment. it was different for sure but mostly shocking for you to go from having to sneak like a bandit through your apartment to get inside, take a shower, eat something, and get ready for bed in complete silence to being able to freely go about your business without worrying about waking your roommate. now, you take full advantage of hongjoong being awake and fling your bag onto the couch before heading into the kitchen for your evening tea. 

“y/n, y/n, y/n!” you don’t look up from the kettle in your hand despite the sudden intrusion. hongjoong makes himself known moments later as he pops up at your side with a cheeky grin and dark circles decorating his under eyes. “brilliant news. well, mildly brilliant. you might be upset, actually. please don’t be upset.”

“you know when you lead with ‘please don’t be upset’, that only makes me more concerned about what you’ve possibly done?” you mumble, finally glancing over at him out of the corner of your eye. he smiles back at you despite the nasty side-eye you’re sending his way.

“well, then next time i’ll lead with ‘the plumber is coming in the morning because i accidentally dumped paint down the drain again and now there’s a clog in the bathroom sink’!”

“again?!”

hongjoong ducks out of the way as you reel on him, almost expecting the swift swing of your fist into his arm but not dodging completely before you hit him. 

“listen, i have a defense. i was on the phone with yunho so i wasn’t entirely focused on what i was doing and dumped paint down the drain on accident.” hongjoong moves over to the pantry, and you leave him to it this time, returning to your kettle and putting the fresh water on the stove to heat up. 

“how many times do you have to do something before it stops being an accident?” you mumble more to yourself than to your roommate, but hongjoong pops back up at your side a moment later with a lollipop dangling between his lips. “it’s one in the morning, why are you eating sugar?”

“let me live my life! you know it’s a substitute for cigarettes,” hongjoong retorts. your hand stops halfway to his face and drops back to your side without a fight. better than the alternative. i just have to remind myself that it’s better than the alternative. “anyway, to answer your question, seven and a half times.”

“what — why seven and a half?”

“that’s how many times my ex and i slept together before we started dating.” hongjoong tugs the lollipop out with a wet pop, teasing the top with the tip of his tongue as he sends a wink your way. “we called it an accident every time before then!”

“…how do you only sleep with someone halfway?”

“tragic interruption before i could, you know—” he cuts himself short to make a crude gesture with his hands, and a laugh erupts from his lungs when you scowl at the childish antics. “but in any case, i figured i would warn you before you come out of your room all scantily clad.”

“that was one time!” 

“i’m sure the exterminator remembers that one time very well.”

even though the incident where you walked out of your room in only one of hongjoong’s old paint-stained t-shirts and a pair of panties that (according to hongjoong) “rode so far up your ass crack that he could see the grand canyon between your ass cheeks” happened almost eight months ago, hongjoong has yet to let it go.

“you seem to remember that one time way too vividly. are you sure you’re not jerking off to the thought of me dressed only in your shirt and a pair of underwear?”

“you wish!” hongjoong calls out over his shoulder as he departs from the kitchen. all you can do is shake your head at his back, too tired to come up with any sort of retort to that.

the other thing about living with kim hongjoong is having to live moments just like that. 

while the two of you don’t fuck perse, there is certainly no shortage of flirtatious conversations and remarks, including the time where you had to explain to a friend that you don’t wear his shirts because you fuck — he offered them to you when you started complaining about having to shop in the men’s section for nightshirts because the women’s section only offers tight-fitting shirts that were uncomfortable to sleep in. it’s normal, something frequent and regular for the two of you. sure, it’s something that can leave some room for interpretation: some people see it as a romantic thing, others can recognize it as merely something that happens when you live together. the flirting, the sharing of clothes, the sharing of a blanket during movie night — it’s normal. 

your tea is long forgotten, the kettle is whistling away on the stove by now, and yet you are standing in front of the stove glaring holes into the wall like it’s done something awful and terrible to offend you. (in reality, the only person you have to blame for this train of overthinking and slight insanity is yourself). 

rule number two: do not entertain the thought of being in a relationship with a roommate. 

…

“good morning! how’s my favorite couple doing?”

choi san, as annoying as he can be, is actually one of your closest friends. right now, however, you would truly love to punch him in the nose in the middle of this cafe. it’s only a small reach across the counter, the register can’t protect him from your punch either, so it would really be a piece of cake to do something as simple as that. you refrain with the last shred of patience in your being instead and opt to send a strained smile in his direction. hongjoong is the one to speak up from the spot where he stands beside you, hands buried deep in the pockets of his newly reformed jean jacket (the project he was working on when he ruined the sink drains again, as it turns out). 

“san, how many times—”

“mhm, still in denial i see. that’s okay. we’ll work on it. what can i get you both?”

“you know our order by now, don’t you?”

“our?” san echoes, glancing up at you when you speak. your smile falters at the blunder. 

“hongjoong owes me for making me wake up early on my only day off work and school,” you argue as you bring your arms up to cover your chest. “and for having to explain to the plumber why our drains are such a wreck.”

“that was — what? almost two weeks ago? are you still bitter?”

“he saw my bra, hongjoong!” you retort, hissing the words through your teeth so the people behind you won’t overhear too. san offers a barely concealed laugh as he taps away at the register, no doubt putting in your usual orders. “this is the exterminator all over again!”

“okay, first of all, i see you in your bra every single day and you don’t complain. secondly, he saw it on the floor. and third — the exterminator saw a whole different level of—”

“compare my ass to the grand canyon one more time and i will personally set you on fire.”

“you two bicker like an old married couple. it’s disgustingly domestic honestly.” san scowls as he takes hongjoong’s credit card then shakes his head at thin air like he’s having some odd internal debate with himself.

“you don’t have to make it weird,” hongjoong retorts through a scoff. it’s light-hearted as always though and you know there’s no real venom to it.

when the two of you finally get your drinks and find a small table to sit at, hongjoong whips out his laptop and immediately gets to work. it’s typical of him to do things like this: work endlessly on whatever new and budding idea comes to mind and frantically try to get it all out of his brain before the ideas vanish into thin air. you’re accustomed to sitting across from him and not doing anything. simply watching. observing. admiring, on some odd days.

it’s not admiration in the sense that it’s… romantic. rather, it’s something to look up to, a goal to achieve, seeing someone who has achieved the things you want to achieve. hongjoong’s work ethic is nothing to be shy about. yours is nothing to write home about. 

once you finish up with grad school you’ll go off and find some mediocre job to pay off the student loans and leftover bills. who knows whether hongjoong will be part of that life or not. he’s more of a free bird — in case that wasn’t glaringly obvious. some days you wish you could be him, and others, you wish you didn’t compare yourself to him so much.

“penny for your thoughts?” hongjoong chirps after your staring drags into daydreaming and you’ve been looking at him for god knows how long without blinking. 

“i’ll give them to you for a dollar,” you sing back before taking a sip of your coffee. your gaze falls to the side, over to where san is greeting customers by the register. he changed his hair recently. undercut, dyed black after his hot pink stint. it suits him. 

“you drive a hard bargain, miss.”

“i’m running a business here, sir. i can’t be giving away my thoughts for one cent!”

hongjoong smiles from ear to ear, lips folded into a soft-sided smile that has your thoughts short-circuiting and your throat closing up a little. you may not be… interested in him in that way, but you certainly aren’t blind and good looks are good looks. hongjoong could easily be a twelve out of ten. 

“oh, before i forget, what time are you getting home tonight?” hongjoong inquires, lifting the pen in his hand to aim it at your face.

“well, i don’t have anything planned, so probably after the grocery run? five-ish?”

“hm, okay, i have a dinner date at eight and i was gonna bring her home with me after.”

“oh,” you echo. another thing that’s not new with hongjoong. he’s what some would call a serial dater. you think it’s because he’s too much of a free spirit to be tied down by the shackles of a painstaking relationship that can either suck the creativity from your bones or leave you with a muse. (you’ve definitely been reading too many of hongjoong’s old poetry textbooks, to be honest, you never say things like that even to yourself). “that’s fine. i can — i’ll c-check with san? yeah, i can crash at his place tonight.”

you don’t particularly enjoy the idea of being home while hongjoong bangs his date to high heaven and back. you made that mistake once and got around fourteen minutes of uninterrupted sleep because his partner was screaming bloody murder from the room across the hall. it was a bit traumatizing, looking back. 

“you sure? i don’t mind cutting my date short. i’m sure she… well, i don’t wanna be mean but i don’t think it’ll work out. she’s just interested in a quick fuck, and i’m there to provide it. she’s not — my type, she’s not my type really.” hongjoong shrugs to cover his blunder but you don’t miss the stumble of words and hesitance in his tone. you choose not to comment on it. whatever it is, you are probably better off not knowing even a little bit about what it means.

“meh, go for it. you’ve been extra horny recently so i can tell you need to get your dick wet.” you give a quick shrug, not thinking much about your words before speaking them, and luckily it’s hongjoong across from you and not some other roommate who would question you for saying such a thing. this is just how you and hongjoong are. “i’ll check with san and see if he has plans tonight.” hongjoong flicks a grin your way before sipping at the edge of his cup. you’ve seen that specific glint in his eyes too many times to count. “don’t.”

“i didn’t say anything!”

“i can hear you thinking something nasty.”

“excuse you — is wanting my roommate to get dicked down nasty?”

“um, yeah?”

“lies. you should be glad i’m not suggesting yunho.”

“i would never sleep with yunho and you know that!”

“wrong. i know you would choose him over me if it came down to it.” hongjoong points an accusatory finger at your face, squinting harshly as you begin to roll your eyes. “see. that confirms it.”

“that confirms nothing, dimwit.”

“and now you’re getting defensive! y/n, darling, my beloved, sweetheart—”

“you said you would stop calling me things in public!” you swing at his shoulder from across the table. heat rises on your neck and reaches your cheeks, bringing blood to your face. you frantically glance over to where san still stands behind the register, eyeing him to see if he overhead hongjoong’s rambling.

“so you do wanna sleep with san then!”

if san wasn’t looking before, he most certainly is now because of how fucking loud hongjoong just screeched that.

“shut up!”

…

as it turns out, san did indeed have plans that night so you were unfortunately unable to crash at his place to avoid hongjoong’s sexual escapades. then apparently hongjoong told yunho that san told him that you needed a place to stay (even though hongjoong knew full well that you did) and of course then yunho offered his place at the cost of having to spend the night with four very drunk friends of his along with “an unfairly pretty boy who deserves to be wined and dined then eaten out like a five-course meal” (yunho’s words, not yours). you chose to opt out of that… excursion mostly to spare yourself any further details about yunho’s newest boy toy before yunho got even more explicit with alcohol in him.

thus, you spent the night at your home anyway and simply shoved headphones into your ears the minute you heard the front door open. there was no point in waiting around for the moaning to start (and knowing hongjoong he would make it start early because you’ve made that mistake before). and in the morning, his mystery girl was already gone without a trace, leaving not even the faintest mark on hongjoong. even when he paraded around the kitchen clad in nothing but a loose pair of boxers while you prepared coffee and eggs for the both of you, you couldn’t see a single hickey marring his skin. 

if you were to think too hard about it, you would point out that he never has marks after sleeping with someone. 

if you made the smarter and more logical decision, you would ignore that fact and continue on in blissful ignorance to any of hongjoong’s bedroom habits. 

thus, you do exactly that and carry on with your week without thinking twice about that incident or the glaringly apparent lack of marks on hongjoong’s skin. the girl never comes back, and he doesn’t bring her up again. for once it seems that hongjoong truly did have a clear cut, one and done fuck. (for once meaning that yunho’s friend wooyoung came over at least four more times after you first walked in on him and hongjoong fucking over the back of your couch — you didn’t sit on that stupid couch for over a week and forced hongjoong to wash it in front of you to make sure it was extra clean).

you think it would be quite the feat to never think about hongjoong’s sex life given the fact that he’s so… upfront about it with you. you appreciate the warnings and the genuine consideration he puts into making sure you’re okay with him having sex in the apartment: you’ve accepted that much. it’s the endless flirting he puts out with you that is starting to dig a bit under your skin.

take monday morning for example. you ran into each other in the kitchen. you were in a rush to get out the door for class, throwing a thermos of coffee together while hongjoong moved around you to get a cup for himself after a gross all-nighter spent on a new project. 

typical.

hongjoong put his hand on your hip as he slid between your body and the counter to get to the fridge.

nothing new, at least for the two of you.

then he full-on smacked your ass, complete palm-to-cheek contact without even trying to make it seem inconspicuous. he practically spanked you in the middle of the tiled kitchen over a granite countertop and in front of the tiny succulent sitting in the windowsill above the sink. your child, mind you, only made worse by the googly eyes that hongjoong glued on the pot trembling when you lurched against the counter with enough force to bruise your hips. 

“hongjoong!” you had hissed over your shoulder, too flustered and embarrassed to face him head-on. the succulent’s beady little googly eyes stared right back at you.

“sorry. your ass looks way too good in those jeans to not touch it. you know i’ve always wanted to go to the grand canyon?”

“god, hongjoong, comparing my ass to a canyon isn’t a compliment!”

the rest of the day went by without another incident although your hips were indeed bruised by the evening and you didn’t let hongjoong hear the end of those complaints until his next offense on wednesday night.

wednesday, of course, being movie night when you don’t have a large workload to deal with, which you were lucky enough to avoid this week. you forgot the name of the movie within five minutes of it starting and didn’t care enough to try to remember it. you moreso enjoy just getting to sit and laugh at bad acting and failed plot with hongjoong over anything else. and you truly did enjoy just that. until a sex scene came on in the movie. typical. lots of nudity. also typical. neither you nor hongjoong are immature to a point where that sort of thing is awkward for either of you. hongjoong, however, took it upon himself to grade the sex scene and mimic the male lead’s moans, saying he would do a much better job. you are just one woman. one poor poor weak-willed woman who loves the sound of moans a little too much, and even you are not invincible to your roommate moaning with too much authenticity right beside you.

he allowed you another precious break from the sexual tension on thursday, mostly because you made a point to stay out of the apartment until the echoes of his moans were far gone from your mind. friday was much tamer than wednesday, and thank goodness for that; you aren’t sure you would have survived another incident like that one. 

friday did, however, bring about a very touchy-feely side of hongjoong. in the kitchen, in the living room, on the way to the bathroom, in the grocery store, while he was driving to and from said grocery store — hongjoong seemed utterly unable to keep his hands off you, which was odd considering how he is not the physical one between the two of you. you’re the one who likes a bit of skinship here and there but hongjoong? hongjoong never initiates it to that degree. from innocent brushings of shoulders to lacing your fingers together to a few stray touches to the outside of your thigh while you were in the car and he “missed” your hand trying to hold it. nothing like when he smacked your ass and tried to cop a feel right after, but enough to leave you jittery and more than a little on edge.

needless to say, by the time saturday comes around, you are pent up and buzzing with unexplained sexual energy that needs to burst so badly you might actually give yunho a run for his money. hell, if he wasn’t so infatuated with his current fuckbuddy/partner-to-be/boy toy/whatever-the-hell-he-is, you would probably just ask yunho to dick you down so you can get the tension out of your system.

right now though?

right now it’s eight o’clock on a saturday night and you are tucked into one of the old and fraying armchairs in the living room with both hongjoong and yunho sitting across from you on the couch. yunho (or yunho and a few other friends) come over from time to time on saturdays, but not ever after a full week of heightened sexual tension and flirting between you and hongjoong.

“let’s play a game. truth or dare?” yunho is the one to interrupt the silence hanging between your small group. the tv runs in the background, providing a white noise that keeps you from losing your mind, but his voice draws your attention away almost instantly.

“what are you, five?” you retort through a scoff. you nearly laugh when yunho’s lips draw up into a childish pout, the expression dramatized significantly in a way that only proves your point further.

“eight inches actually, but you can fact-check me if you don’t believe it.”

air catches in your nose and you choke around nothing. yunho tosses his head back with a crystal clear laugh. hongjoong cuts through the sound in a way that has you sitting up straight in sheer shock.

“just start the damn game.”

you exchange a nervous glance with yunho, both of you caught off-guard by the sudden intensity to hongjoong’s tone, but yunho drops his nerves just as quick it seems because he shrugs and turns back to your roommate with a lopsided grin.

“fine, let’s make it strip truth or dare. deny a question or dare and one piece of clothing has to go.”

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re trying to get a threesome out of this,” hongjoong drawls from where he’s sat across from you. 

“i certainly wouldn’t say no to that but yeosang did invite me over for a second date so i’ll hold off for now.” yunho widens his grin a bit.

“yeosang? lucky bastard.”

“which one of us is the lucky one?” 

“not yeosang, that’s for sure,” you chime in, muttering the words under your breath so yunho doesn’t catch them. hongjoong does, on the other hand, and he snorts back at you while yunho glares between the both of you.

“okay anyway, hongjoong, truth or dare.”

“truth. i already know you’ll ask me to start stripping if i pick dare.”

“no fun! fine, top three favorite things to do in the bedroom. or outside the bedroom if that’s more your style.”

“are all the questions gonna be perverted?” you whine, hiding your face behind the half-empty vodka-whatever-the-fuck-it-is that yunho put in your hand earlier in the night. 

“first you call me childish and now i’m being too perverted? make up your mind, woman!”

“it’s really no big deal,” hongjoong cuts in. he bears a smile, one that stretches his cheeks from corner to corner, and you find yourself stuck to the sight of it. “i’m not shy.”

“better call itzy.” yunho points both index fingers at hongjoong, laughing along to his own dumb joke before toppling over on the couch. he clutches his stomach as though in pain, no doubt simply overdone on his own humor and not seriously hurt in the slightest.

“top three things during sex: eating my partner out, marking — thighs in particular if i’m being picky, and a bit of manhandling. giving on that one.” hongjoong stares you down in such a way that it makes your skin itch and burn. it’s like he sinks straight through your body and buries into your soul. you shift in your seat, thighs pushing together to quell the surge of heat that floods your gut. hongjoong doesn’t stop there; no, apparently he hasn’t had enough because he stares you directly in the eye when he smiles next. “i’m very much an ass guy, but i think that much is obvious. holding someone down on top of my face while eating them out with my hands on their ass… it can’t be beaten.”

you can’t maintain eye contact any longer. your mind is caving in on itself, sending you back to the morning where hongjoong touched your ass in the kitchen, and his words leave so little to the imagination that your whole body is flushing with embarrassment from head to toe.

yunho whistles low between his teeth.

“you’re a demon.”

“you flatter me. but now i’d like to ask y/n something.”

you know deep down that hongjoong wouldn’t make you do anything too far out of line if you were to say dare, and even if he did, you could get out of it easily by just stripping yourself of your hoodie. but this is your pride on the line. the easy way out is not an option.

“truth or dare, y/n.”

“truth,” you mutter, bringing your gaze up from the floor, at last, to look hongjoong in the eye. it’s no easier than before, especially not with the borderline dangerous glint to his stare. he leans forward upon hearing your response, and his elbows come to rest against his knees.

“how many times have you had sex since we became roommates?”

you’re of half a mind to strip now because that’s the last question you expected from him. yunho’s eyes nearly bulge right out of his head, but hongjoong’s face hardly shifts in the slightest. you grit your teeth and force a neutral expression. 

“why do you want to know, hongjoong?”

“because i’m borderline concerned at this point. you rarely get out as it is so i’m assuming that means you aren’t getting fucked in any capacity. i mean, there’s no shortage of willing parties. yunho, me, san would be more than willing as yo—”

“stop it. how many times do i have to tell you that there’s nothing going on between us?” you sigh, letting the exasperation slip through in your tone. hongjoong arches a brow.

“maybe nothing is going on right now, but it sure as hell could be. that’s not the answer to my question though, y/n.”

“zero, kim hongjoong,” you hiss out between your teeth. you throw back more of your drink before you can catch the expression that covers his features, not too keen on seeing whatever it would be anyway.

“wait, wait, wait,” yunho cuts in as he leans forward on the couch cushion he’s currently teetering on. “zero? as in you haven’t fucked around in over a year and a half?”

“it’s hard to fuck when i’m a full-time grad student with a job. i barely get time to myself as is, and i’m never keen on spending that free time browsing dating apps or trying to meet new people.”

yunho and hongjoong blink at you with equally blank faces for several seconds. then, they slowly turn to each other and blink a few more times. you brace yourself for whatever dumb idea is about to come out of their mouths, but somehow you still aren’t ready for what actually happens. both men lift a hand, index fingers extended and pointing at air before landing on hongjoong’s face. 

“oh, absolutely not,” you say without an ounce of hesitation. yunho releases a huff of air. 

“oh, you’re no fun. fine. between me and hongjoong, who would you rather fuck?”

“are you propositioning me right now?!”

“well, that depends on your answer!” yunho quips in response, dropping a foot to the hardwood floor with a huff.

“you.”

“oh? that was quick.”

“well, i don’t fuck roommates. it’s not… i don’t know, it’s just not something that i’ve ever thought about or that i really want to think about.” slight lie. only a slight one, not one big enough for you to feel guilty about but present nonetheless.

“and what about you, hongjoong?”

“i don’t think it’s my turn,” your roommate says through a shrug. his expression is unreadable and vague, one you can’t decipher even a little bit.

“god, you’re no fun. that question wasn’t even part of the game!”

“if y/n is curious, she’s always welcome to ask.”

hongjoong shifts to stare at you. he doesn’t blink — barely breathes in fact, and you struggle to look back.

“okay. truth or dare?”

“dare,” he exhales, leaning forward across the space between you with a smirk painting his lips. it’s wide and teasing; he knows what he’s doing, he knows how cheeky he’s being, and you try not to let the disappointment slip through your features. you aren’t upset. truly. you simply wish to ask him the same question so that you can hear his answer because you know it would be the same as your own and that’s that. bury the issue, prove to yunho that you two are fine and there’s no weird lingering sexual tension between the two of you, and move forward. 

yunho clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth before huffing out a low chuckle.

“how entertaining.”

there are two ways for this to play out.

the first: you dare him to pick who he would rather sleep with between the two of you.

the second: you dare him to sleep with you and get your answer if he says no.

“i dare you to choose who you would rather sleep with between yunho and me.”

“oh, this is delightful,” yunho coos from his side of the couch. hongjoong’s smirk falters for a fraction of a second, enough for you to pick up on the minute shift, then he returns to his regular cockiness after a second. 

“are you sure you want to know the answer to that, y/n?”

you lift your chin a bit. it’s neither confirmation nor denial; moreso it’s a stand-off to see who will break first, and you’re determined for it not to be you. 

“raise the stakes a bit, come on. don’t be shy!” yunho enters the picture, draping an arm around hongjoong’s shoulders and pressing his face into the exposed patch of skin at your roommate’s neck. you aren’t sure why there’s a small flare of jealousy in your gut. “dare him to pick between us and actually sleep with the winner after.”

“i just said i don’t sleep with roommates,” you counter without missing a beat. yunho twists to look you in the eye. it’s only then that you realize your mistake, but it’s too late to try to rectify it or clarify what you said because the implication is blatantly there and hongjoong knows it. his grin stretches wider by the second.

“go ahead and ask then, if you’re so confident.”

you wish you could be the type who backs down from a challenge when you know it won’t end favorably for you because that would stop you from saying what you’re about to say. alas, you’re hardly any good at that; your ego is too big, your pride too important, all those unsavory things that always bite you in the ass later on down the line.

“fine. pick between us, and whoever you pick has to sleep with you tonight.”

“has to? you make it sound like a burden,” hongjoong purrs. he pushes up from the couch, knocking yunho away from his shoulder, but the man keeps on grinning between you and your roommate like a wolf waiting for slaughter. in two swift steps, hongjoong is standing before you with a hand gripping your chin between lithe fingers that are cold on your skin. you can’t look away, can’t move, rooted to the spot by something as simple as a touch. if he moved his hand any lower, he could feel your pulse. the erratic beating of your heart under clammy skin. the drop of sweat trickling down from your jawline to the junction of your neck and shoulder. he bends at the waist, and his lips land all too close to the shell of your ear when he stops moving. “in that case, i choose yunho.” the words are nothing more than a whisper, but the blood pumping through your veins makes it feel like so much more than a mere whisper of air. it feels impossible to breathe in his vicinity. “you aren’t upset, are you?” he continues, and this time you feel the heat of his lips curling over your ear as he speaks. the taunt in his tone threatens to push you over this cliff and into an unending freefall.

“not at all.” it’s choked and broken, hardly convincing in the slightest, but kim hongjoong has an edge over you now. something tells you that he’s never going to let go of that edge now that it’s in his grasp. 

“good.”

this is bad — no, it’s catastrophic and terrible for your health. it’s unknown territory that you have never dared to bridge with any roommate you’ve had, especially not hongjoong of all people. yet here you are, flushed and panicked and dangerously on edge because of this one man while yunho grins like he’s just won the lottery across from you. you don’t even think it’s because hongjoong picked him, not with the way he’s staring directly at you like he did with your blunder that caused this mess to begin with.

“hey, wait a second, i didn’t think you were gonna pick me. we can’t sleep together; yeosang will never wanna see me again! i swore celibacy to him!”

“that’s not how celibacy works, dimwit,” hongjoong scoffs, smacking yunho upside the back of the head a moment later.

“i’m celibate for him!” hongjoong rolls his eyes as he sinks back to the couch cushions across from you. you sink your teeth into your lower lip with the shakiest of exhales. at this point, you’re barely holding yourself together enough to be coherent, and if hongjoong hasn’t noticed how flustered he’s made you throughout the week, he surely sees it all on full display right now.

“relax, yun, i’m not gonna sleep with you.”

“okay then at least ask me a question now! i have to go see the man i’m staying celibate for in like, five minutes, we can work one more round in.”

“hm, no,” hongjoong hums and tilts his head to the side. “let’s play, y/n. truth or dare.”

“dare,” you bite back. any dare he could possibly come up with sounds ten times better than another truth like the one from before. and since this is most likely the last round for all of you before yunho heads out, you’re anticipating something tame and easy. your luck might have just run out though. 

“perfect. i dare you to touch my tonsils with your tongue.”

“excuse you? absolutely not!” 

yunho echoes your shock by choking around his drink and pulling it down from his face after a second.

“and why exactly not?” hongjoong falls against the back of the couch, head tilting to the side as he asks the question.

“don’t you not even have tonsils? didn’t you have them removed when you were younger? jesus christ, hongjoong, why would you—”

“that’s for you and your tongue to find out, no?”

“okay, nope, i’m trying to honor my oath to yeosang, but the thought of witnessing that is making me wanna act up. so! i’m gonna head out before you two start fucking before my poor innocent and weak-willed eyes. i’m merely a man with a terribly large voyeurism kink, and this is a lot for me to handle right now. however, the sight of yeosang sucking the life out of me will whip me back into shape so goodnight!” yunho pushes up from the couch and sets his drink on the coffee table in one fluid movement, then steps around the back of said couch. the second he’s out of hongjoong’s peripherals, the tall man levels you with a stare that you’re tempted to ignore.

the moment you realize you should definitely have ignored it is when he mouths the words ‘fuck him’ to you as he moves for the door. 

“don’t have too much fun without me!” yunho calls out before he fully dips out of the apartment and leaves you to your fate with hongjoong. 

neither of you moves or even utter a word for what feels like hours after the door snaps shut. hongjoong seems to be fully occupied with analyzing your demeanor in every way while you silently wish for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. when your roommate does, at last, decide to speak, it’s not the escape you hope for it to be. 

“you owe me a dare. or a striptease.”

“haven’t you had enough fun for one night?” you spit back. the embarrassment returns in full, although this time you have to admit that it’s for a different reason. you know the kind of person kim hongjoong is. he sleeps around, fucks people for fun, leads both men and women alike into his trap knowing full well that he doesn’t want something serious with them. and you were determined to avoid that trap for over a year. not just because of your stupid little rules but because the man kim hongjoong is outside of all that shit is the epitome of your type.

artsy, creative, carefree, hard-working, driven, inspirational, unapologetic. you could go on for hours about him and all the traits you admire about him because it’s easy to fall in love with hongjoong. it’s not difficult to see the good and beautiful qualities about him when you live in such close quarters with the man. you’re just the fool who fell right into his trap regardless.

now, hongjoong tilts his head to the side as though questioning your comment.

“i’m not interested in playing your games, joong. i love you, but i don’t want to ruin our relationship like that. and frankly, you’re the best roommate i’ve ever had, so i want to keep that going for as long as i can,” you rant, drawing your hands up over your chest. the nerves are starting to run rampant through your body; your fingers have begun to obsessively wring together while your knee bounces to an unknown rhythm on its own.

“y/n, i think you’re misunderstanding me,” hongjoong starts, and at the same time, he sits up straight and leans forward to look at you better. “do I love you? yes. do I like you? that’s still up for debate. this isn’t about me trying to ruin anything between us. i really wouldn’t offer it if i thought it would ruin things. is this something i’ve thought about? hell fucking yeah, more times than i can count. it’s not just that you’re attractive and frankly fuckable as hell. i trust you, i care about you, i think you’re one of the best people i’ve ever met, and i respect you more than i can put into words. i know i don’t — i market myself like some trashy fuckboy who sleeps around and doesn’t care one bit, but that’s not how i treat my friends or the people close to me. i consider you to be both those things. so when i say that i really fucking want to bang you into a mattress, i also mean that i want to take care of you and treat you right, whether romantic feelings are involved or not.”

hongjoong gives a small shrug then drops his hands to his knees. you blink at him with a stark blankness to your expression even as he stands up and steps away from your cramped living room space. 

“if it’s not something you want, then i’m okay with that. i’m not going to hold any immature grudges or keep bringing it up time and time again. i think my actions this week more than spoke for themselves, so you know where i’m at with this.” hongjoong looks back at you, a few loose strands of dark hair falling around his eyes. the smile he sends your way is as blinding as ever and causes those butterflies in your gut to at up as usual. you can’t even bring yourself to speak as he continues all the way to his room and disappears into it without another word. 

in all fairness, there was nothing more to be said on his side. he laid all his cards out, showed you his hand and pushed his stack of chips to the center of the table. you can either match his bet and try your hand or dip out now. 

maybe it’s not too late to convince san to let me move in.

except you don’t truly want to move out or remove hongjoong from your life over something as stupidly trivial as this. you’ve always made some huge and detrimental deal about the possibility of sleeping with hongjoong — yet as he said, you love and care about each other. shouldn’t those things matter more than some weird post-fuck feelings?

your legs move on their own accord. instead of taking you to your own bedroom door as they normally would, they take you straight to hongjoong’s. it only takes two knocks for him to open the door and greet you with a curved grin. with one last deep breath, you seal your fate and take the leap before you can talk yourself out of it.

fingers latch onto the fabric of hongjoong’s navy blue hoodies then yank him forward into your space. lips collide in a mess of teeth and saliva; it’s messy, wet, borderline disgusting, but hongjoong is right there to match your energy and push harder against you in response. you let him guide the kiss: parting your lips when his tongue prods your lower one, nipping lightly at the tip of his tongue when he pushes it into your mouth, then letting him fully explore your wet cavern without relent when he finally wraps his arms tight around your waist. it doesn’t take much for him to pull you flush against his body, nor does it take a lot for him to coerce you into stumbling into his room. location is hardly important to you now, you’ve waited so long for this that hongjoong could fuck you backwards over the bathroom sink and you would still be enamored with the idea. (maybe that idea is a bit too enticing — it’s giving you too many ideas for what’s supposed to be a one-time thing). 

hongjoong’s hands never stay in one place for long. from all your time of observing him while he paints and works, you’ve seen how he can never sit still or settle on one thing for long, constantly moving from place to place like his brain moves too quickly for his body. that carries over here in this more intimate area too, as it seems, because his deft fingers wander from your back to your hips to your waist to the hem of your hoodie over and over without relent. he only stops to focus on one thing with those hands when his knees hit the edge of the bed. there he latches on tight and hard to your hoodie, tugging upwards without need for conversation. 

the first time you part from the kiss has both of you gasping in deep gulps of air, but you’re only separate long enough for him to pull your hoodie off and throw it to the side. you fumble with the hem of his own shirt, catching both his sweatshirt and shirt in one grip and tugging the way he yanked at yours. despite your haste, it still feels like you aren’t moving nearly fast enough until he strips down to his underwear and sits on the edge of the mattress. 

ironically he stops roaming your body with his hands there too; he sits stock still and lays both hands over your hips, eyes moving up to find yours. 

“ride my face.”

your first instinct is to deny him the pleasure, argue that you would probably end up choking him out unintentionally, or even that you’re far too embarrassed to do such a thing. then hongjoong curls his fingers around your thighs, gripping the skin between his hands through your sweatpants. the heat that furls in your gut is unbearable. needless to say, you need no further convincing beyond that. you press both hands to his chest and knock him flat on his back with so much ease that it’s laughable. hongjoong takes it in stride and lets you push him down, and his lust-filled gaze continues to rake down your body as you drop both your sweats and underwear to the floor. you don’t think twice about your shirt, leaving the paint-stained mess of fabric on in favor of climbing up on the bed over hongjoong.

“fuck, you look so good in my clothes.”

heat floods your body at that comment. one glance down confirms that it is indeed one of hongjoong’s old school shirts, now useless and ruined by his projects, but that hardly matters because he still looks ready to eat you alive. you’re almost all the way up to his face when his hands grab onto your thighs just as you’re trying to turn yourself in the opposite direction.

“joong, let me turn around at least,” you plea. the words are shaky thanks to your peaked arousal, only made worse by the way hongjoong digs his fingers harder into your skin. “i-i wanna — i wanna suck you off while you… yeah.”

“how adorable, baby girl,” hongjoong coos back but his touch doesn’t let up. “if your mouth comes anywhere close to my dick, i’m not gonna be able to focus in the slightest. i wanna be able to give you my full and undivided attention, darling.”

“o-okay,” you stammer. the sudden usage of the pet name has your head reeling, which must be a result of the arousal because he’s never had such an effect on you before when calling you such things. upon hearing your confirmation, hongjoong hooks his hands around the backs of your thighs, just under where the curve of your ass starts, then yanks upwards. a small yelp of surprise slips out of you, one hand flying up to brace on the headboard as the other reaches down between your legs. you nearly poke one of hongjoong’s eyes out in the process, but after a bit of fumbling you get a comfortable grip on his hair with his nose poking between your already drenched folds. looking down at him is nearly too much for you to bear — the sight of his glinting eyes peeking up at you as his nose emerges glistening with your slick arousal. you can’t tell whether it’s that lust or embarrassment that makes your gut tighten a bit further.

“just relax and let me make you feel good,” hongjoong mumbles, voice muffled by your thighs. the vibrations of his words travel up to your clit and send a shock of pleasure through you. your knuckles go white from how hard you’re gripping the headboard. “yank my hair as much as you want, baby. i’m more than a little into that.”

you open your mouth to respond, but hongjoong chooses that exact moment to drag the flat of his tongue through your slit, parting your folds and letting your wetness flood his tongue. the moan that escapes you is practically deranged; nothing more than a broken and strangled cross between a groan and a whimper. maybe hongjoong was right in saying it’s been far too long since you fucked because that one touch felt ten times better than any and all of your toys combined.

“j-joong, maybe — ah, maybe this was a bad idea!” you choke out between bitten-back moans. each lap of his tongue has your walls clenching around nothing, and every time he prods at your entrance with the tip, you try to pull him deeper. “i won’t l-last long at, ah fuck, all.”

“that’s the point, kitten,” hongjoong hums against your clit. you yank hard at his scalp involuntarily, hand withdrawing immediately when a groan follows your pull. 

“i’m — oh god, i’m sorry, joong, are you okay?”

“do that again and i’ll cum in my underwear like a teenage boy, holy fuck.”

a weak laugh tumbles out of you.

“noted. i’ll save it for when you’re fucking me?” your confidence dwindles a bit as you continue the sentence, falling into a question before you can stop it. hongjoong blinks up at you and his mouth pauses against your folds.

“i won’t last two seconds if you do that.”

“i’m not gonna last another minute if you keep talking against me like that so we’re even,” you exhale. hongjoong has the audacity to laugh at that, and it sends such an intense wave of pleasure through you that your vision goes spotty for a few seconds. maybe even a minute was a gross over-estimation because you’re up on the precipice now, only teetering more and more as hongjoong returns to digging his tongue into your tight heat. he fucks you proper with his tongue now; none of his previous teasing stays as he works to push you into your first orgasm like his life depends on it. you bring your free hand up to join the other on the headboard, clinging to the wood so hard that it hurts your knuckles, but that’s also the only thing keeping you from bucking your hips across your roommate’s face. hongjoong slips a hand over your ass and thigh and uses it to draw quick rotations around your clit. he can’t speak with his tongue occupied the way it is but you don’t need to hear him verbalize the command when it’s clear enough.

your orgasm hits like a fucking train. every muscle in your body seems to seize up and freeze atop hongjoong’s face, fingers going slack around the headboard and your own head thrown back in pleasure. you can’t tell whether a noise leaves you or not honestly — either your lips part in a silent scream or you cry out hongjoong’s name so loud that the neighbors will surely complain, but none of that really matters in the hazy aftermath of your high.

when reality does begin to return to you, you’re greeted by hongjoong’s lips pressing kiss after kiss against the skin of your thighs, laying a series of kisses there and mumbling such soft praises that your chest aches. hongjoong seems to notice the life returning to your muscles because he pauses his ministrations to blink up at you with wide eyes.

“hi there.”

“h-hi,” you reply through a shaky smile. hongjoong lays another kiss to your inner thigh. 

“you did so well for me.” the praise has you curling against him, preening like a content cat over him.

“can i — can i ride your cock?”

hongjoong inhales sharply. it’s barely noticeable but you catch the way his fingers clench a little harder around you. …dirty talk?

“yeah, yeah, go for it, god damn. can’t say no to that.” he releases your legs to allow you to slip lower and resituate atop him, hands falling out to his sides uselessly. 

“condom?”

“yeah, let me grab one.” he sits up as your hands reach his underwear and twists at the waist to reach for his bedside table. you take that opportune moment to pull the hem down over his cock, watching with a tad bit of shock as his painfully erect member springs free. he’s certainly not the biggest you’ve ever seen (shoutout to the time mingi and yunho streaked outside the lakehouse you rented last summer) but he is much bigger than you expected for a man of his height. not so much so that it’s disproportionate or stands out as a “red alert! this is a massive fucking schlong!” but he’s got a nice balance of length and thickness in a way that has you biting your lip. the foil wrapper of a condom hits his abdomen, and you blink up at hongjoong with momentary surprise. a small bottle of lube comes down on his stomach a second later. “just in case,” he laughs, sending a cheeky wink your way. you resist the urge to roll your eyes before picking both items up.

it doesn’t take much effort to slip the condom out and roll it over his member. both of you seem equally eager to do this — which is quite reassuring for you as you heat a bit of lube between your fingers and jerk it slowly over hongjoong’s cock. the noises your touches elicit are borderline sinful but enjoyable nonetheless. they bring that heat back to your stomach, the small spikes of arousal that make you want to sink down on his dick with reckless abandon. you hold yourself together despite that and take it as slowly as possible when you finally line him up with your drenched cunt. 

“hands, baby, give me your hands,” hongjoong calls out through a breathy moan. you do as told without complaint, dropping both hands into his waiting ones just as you begin to sink down his length. the stretch isn’t unpleasant to an extent where it’s painful but it is significantly more than just the width of hongjoong’s tongue. he slips his fingers between yours and clings to the backs of your hands. “easy, y/n. i’ve got you — just take it slow.” you’re grateful he offered the lube because despite how wet you are, the lube helps with the slide and eases you down his cock until he’s buried to the hilt inside you. hongjoong is clearly holding back the urge to fuck up into your pussy, ever the picture of patience beneath you with his head thrown back against the mattress. the image of his hair fanned out under him with sweat glistening across his forehead is one you quickly commit to memory because hongjoong looks a dream like this. if you woke up tomorrow and questioned whether this truly was a dream, you’d certainly believe it was one thanks to how ethereal hongjoong looks right now. 

you roll your hips forward a bit, testing the waters and the stretch of your walls around his cock. even that small movement draws a litany of moans out of the both of you.

“fuck, you’re impossibly tight, y/n.”

“you don’t feel too bad yourself, joong,” you quip in response. 

“cute, but if you don’t start moving, i’m flipping us and fucking you out of the ability to walk in the morning.” something about the way hongjoong says that with so much nonchalance has your walls fluttering around his cock. it’s impossible for the man to not notice such a thing given that you are so tight and that he’s currently fully buried inside you. “change of plans. i’m doing that anyways.”

one swift and fluid movement later, you are the one flat on your back under hongjoong. you barely have time to breathe as he hooks his arms around the backs of your knees and hikes your legs up to his shoulders, hips pushing forward until they’re flush with your ass. another strangled moan leaves you as his cock hits deeper than before. there’s a moment of hesitation to hongjoong’s thrusts right then, the calm before the storm, and this time you’re the one to end that.

“please, please, please, fuck me already, joong.” 

it’s a good thing you have nothing left to say because hongjoong quite literally fucks the ability to speak out of you, and the sheer impact of his thrusts against your sweet spot will probably rob you of the ability to walk too. it takes him a few thrusts to find what makes you squeal the loudest, but once he finds the angle that has his cockhead rubbing right over your g-spot with every drag of his cock, he doesn’t stop hitting it at that same angle. 

hongjoong seems equally unable to speak coherent thoughts beyond a few short praises and breathy groans hissed against the skin of your neck. you wrap a hand around the back of his neck to hold him in place, letting his hips do most all of the work for the both of you while he ravishes your neck in love bites. if you could manage to return the favor, you most certainly would but you can’t keep your jaw shut for more than a few seconds at a time thanks to the blinding pleasure that his dick is providing right now. 

“g-gonna come soon,” hongjoong pants against your sweat-slick skin.

“me too, me too, fuck, just d-don’t stop.” 

hongjoong’s erratic jerks lose their rhythm with each passing thrust, knocking against your g-spot with sloppy thrusts that are enough to send you crashing over the edge one more time. you really do cry out his name this time, and you’re fully aware of the way your walls clench hard around his cock. he manages a few more stiff thrusts before stilling inside your cunt, pumping the condom full of come as your walls begin to relax. 

you don’t know how much time passes after that. it feels like an eternity before your panting stops and hongjoong lifts himself off your body to glance down at your face. you feel a mess — sweat causing hair to cling to your forehead and drenching your skin, lips bitten raw, but hongjoong’s gaze is as soft as ever.

“god, yeah, better than i imagined.”

“oh shut up,” you whine, swinging a weak punch into his arm. “carry me to the shower?”

“i’ll wash your hair for you if you wash mine.”

“deal.”

...

[blackheartvore]

Epsilon Alpha Tau - End of Hell Week (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

The next two pledges sent down were the twins. Leo noted that the abs they'd had at the start of the party were now more of a gut. The two also sported a couple big grins as he asked the question.

"And how are you two going to prove how much you want to join Epsilon Alpha Tau?"

One of them, Evan, chuckled, "Well, we've already handled a couple guys from Sigma Nu Kappa."

"Go on..." Leo looked between their clearly full stomachs.

The other twin, Aaron, started, "Well, we were grabbing drinks for ourselves after dropping some off for a couple brothers. These two guys were hovering over us."

Evan continued, "Yeah, they kept talking about how Epsilon found some nice tight asses and big dicks this year. Said it was a shame we didn't rush Sigma. They could have shown us just how much they appreciate a fit pledge."

"Did they now?" Leo shook his head.

"Yeah," Aaron said, "So, I said 'What's stopping you? It's our job to make sure everyone at this party has a good time.' after that they couldn't get us upstairs fast enough."

Evan slid a hand over his belly, "Of course all that talk about our tight asses was just macho posturing. Once they had us alone all we had to do was fondle each other a little and they were on their knees ready to take over with their throats."

Aaron's cock had started to chub up as he reached over to play with his brother's thickening length. Leo's own meat was getting hard as the story continued and he could see Todd and Jason were enjoying it too. Even the brothers behind the couch were getting a rise out of the twins' tale.

"So they choked on our dicks for a little while before we bent them over on the bed." Aaron's stroking had gotten his brother hard, "We did fuck them for a bit."

"Love watching my bro pound some ass." Evan added as he reached over to give Aaron's stiff cock some attention.

"But we didn't eat before the party, so we were real hungry and fucking only made us hungrier, you know?" Aaron licked his lips.

"I think we all know how that is." Leo laughed and some of the other brothers laughed along with him.

"So, we weren't gonna pass up two free meals right in front of us." Aaron stopped stroking for a moment to pat his and his twin's stomachs, "Snatched up those little snacks and started gulping those sweaty jocks right down, head first."

"They acted like they didn't like it," Evan smirked, "at least, at first. But their dicks were definitely hard the whole time we were swallowing them."

"A little tongue action and mine came right in my mouth." Aaron looked like he was tasting it all over again.

"Bro, mine too!" Evan offered up a high five with his free hand and Aaron slapped it.

"Didn't take much longer to get their thighs and calves down. Finally blew my load when I watched my bro slurp down his snack's feet." Aaron was leaking a bit as he got to that part of his story.

"So you two just decided to eat a couple guys at our party?" Leo narrowed his gaze at the two of them.

"You did say to make sure our guests enjoyed themselves and from the load he blasted in my mouth he definitely did. Plus, we figured rival frats were fair game." Evan shrugged.

"I wouldn't call Sigma rivals, but you're not wrong. Especially them. Basically went out of their way to label themselves as snacks. Sigma Nu Kappa? That's just asking for it." Leo shook his head.

"So, does that prove we belong here? That we want to be brothers?" Aaron asked.

Leo looked around the room at his fellow brothers who had clearly been excited by the story, "Can't say it's what I expected when I asked about you two proving yourselves, but I'd say it looks like everyone here is eager to have you to join us. Welcome to Epsilon Alpha Tau brothers." Leo gestured for Todd and Jason to get up, then patted the empty seats next to him, "Here come sit with me and we'll see if any of the remaining pledges can help us out."

Leo pulled in the two new brothers once they sat down. That close he could still feel a bit of movement in their stomachs against his arm when he reached down to give their hard cocks a squeeze. He was definitely glad to have the twins join them and even more glad they seemed to enjoy playing together. They were definitely going to be fun.

The next pair of pledges sent down were hopeless. Took them far too long to actually get the hint about proving they want to be there. Leo and the twins passed the pair around a bit. Leo finally unloaded in one pledge's mouth while he watched the twins filled the other one from both ends.

"So, are we in?" One of the exhausted pledges asked.

"Almost." Leo chuckled as he signaled Todd and Jason with an added wink.

The pledges stared at the approaching brothers with wide eyes. Todd and Jason seemed to communicate something with a couple nods and glances before each of them grabbed one of the pledges heads and shoved their hard cocks into the pledges well used mouths. The pledges gagged and choked on the frat brothers' thick meat until the two brothers gestured to each other one more time.

They pulled the pledges off their cocks at the same time, each holding the pledges hair with one hand while the other hand stroked their now quickly growing members. The pledges didn't even get a full question or confused comment out before Todd and Jason had shoved their faces into the now huge cocks. Leo was getting hard all over again as the two pledges were pulled slowly towards the frat brothers' balls.

The look of ecstacy on Todd and Jason's faces showed just how much they were enjoying their cock snacks. Copious amounts of pre leaked down the pledges bodies to ease their trip into the monster shafts that pulsed each time they pulled their meals in a little more. Leo loved watching his brothers eat, didn't matter how they did it. And he was glad his brothers enjoyed their reward for giving up their seats.

The two pledges were harder now, while they were being eaten, than they had been the entire time they'd worked on Leo and the twins. Of course, once their cocks slipped inside Todd and Jason the rest of the trip went pretty quickly. The frat brothers' dicks both returning to a more manageable size once they'd slurped up the pledges feet and deposited them in their balls. Leo almost laughed when Tommy rushed over to help massage the brothers' heavy sacks. Chad's little bro was clearly eager to please and definitely had a taste for what was in their balls. Leo glanced over to Chad who just shrugged with a smile.

Leo settled back into the couch, a twin at each side again. There were only a few pledges left. He figured he could refill his own balls with a pledge before the night was over, but he also hoped at least a couple more were member material. He gave Todd and Jason a chance to get settled before calling in another pair of pledges.

[alluringjae]

until dawn - ljn

part I | part II

⤑ summary: basic number one rule of the museum is not to touch the art. but no one told jeno that falling for one of them isn’t allowed either.

⤑ pairing: jeno x female reader

⤑ word count: 14k

⤑ genre: fluff, humor, angst | broke architecture major!jeno, historical figure!reader, college!au

⤑ warnings: jaemin mentions onlyfans as a joke, references to actual historical figures (some try to flirt with jeno lol) and literature, explicit language

⤑ author’s note: wow, i’ve had this idea for almost two years! this one was inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies, night at the museum. it definitely required a lot of research and brainstorming, and finally i brought it to life! it was so fun to play around with the characters, and even if majority of them are real people, this is all still fiction.

i also wanna mention one of my moots, marge for enlightening me about her life as an architecture major.

⤑ taglist: @renjunniehome​ (dm me if you want to be added) 

⤑ leave me some feedback, constructive criticism or hellos!

Dormitory rent was another thing to worry about aside from the inflated university tuition per semester. Although he’s lucky to have his parents backing him up already on it, paying the monthly rent for his dorm was the remaining objective on Jeno’s list.

Plus, money for food. The man was a heavy eater, following the whole “gym is life” mantra.

Splitting it already with two of his dorm mates turned best friends, Renjun and Jaemin, his plate felt lighter. But the question still lies: where on earth was he going to get the money?

He’s practically checked out every available part-timing job in university and anywhere near campus. Barista at the same café Jaemin works at, teaching assistant for an art school for kids, convenience store cashier, library assistant, all taken in a heartbeat. The burden of his friends paying his debt these past months took a toll on him, almost to the point he almost considered making an Onlyfans.

“Yah, just find something else! Part-timers are in demand right now!” Renjun intensely closed his laptop before his older friend gets any suggestive thoughts.

“I mean, you didn’t work out your body to look the way it is for nothing.” Jaemin pitched otherwise, lifting the front back up. “When do you want to start filming? Loads of chicks would dig a piece of you!”

The contradicting opinions of his friends were like the devil and angel debating on his shoulders. Useless, he gave this worry a rest and returned to drawing new plates. A common thing when you’re an architecture major. Those deadlines were nearing. Looks like he’ll pull another all-nighter again.

Good thing most of his classes were late in the morning until 6 pm.

As if someone from above heard his petition, Jeno saw a help wanted sign posted on the bulletin board outside of the university museum. He initially went there to document some artwork and architecture models from Greek and Roman times, further analyzing how they’re still apparent in modern buildings.

The sign explained the need for one part-timer from any college to cover the night shift of the museum due to the current night guard’s full semester absence. He only had to come in 3x a week, choosing his days since he was still a student. Even the pay was above average, considering that most part-timers never go beyond midnight. Jeno would, on the other hand, always staying for his projects or gaming with the boys. Drinking sometimes during late-night Fridays with his entire college crew.

The pay would leave him a load of extra cash for himself, thus he sent an application to the museum office right before he left. A week later, while he was out with the boys, he got a text from the office that they wanted to meet him again for a final interview first thing on Monday.

Perhaps it was having architecture as his course and a healthy physique that landed him the part-timer position. Mainly, the latter because guards required strong endurance and fighting skills when worse comes to worst. It would start at 9 pm until 6 am the following day, and there was a designated uniform of it too. Blue blazer with matching trousers, white dress top, and loafers.

Aside from the typical museum etiquette the head director instructed him about, there was an unofficial list of tips written on paper given from the night guard on leave when the director handed you over his box of office-related things.

Only read at the night guard office once you’re the remaining staff left.

He did as he was told like an obedient son, flipping the succeeding page.

 To my temporary replacement,

This part-timing job is nothing regular than the other jobs. You’ll witness things as you’ve never imagined them to be, almost like witchcraft. You’ll be lost and maybe frightened, or that’s how I felt the first time because no one led me through it all those years ago. Lucky for you, I made this small guide on how to properly take care of the place that the other staff doesn’t know about.

Before you proceed, I request you take a 5-minute stroll around the lobby first to understand what I’m talking about. After such, go back to the office or somewhere quiet then browse through the guide as quickly as you could.

Art is timeless here, so they need to be taken care of.

Good luck!

 Park Sanghoon

Night Guard on Leave

 Nothing could’ve prepared Jeno for what’s to come once he unlocked the office door. They say that art brings so much color to our life, allowing us to feel all sorts of emotions in a glimpse. But no one ever interpreted art to be literally alive and walking in the halls.

Behold, random wax figures and marble sculptures that he’s seen in the past roamed the hallways, as well as the paintings were interacting with each other side by side. Even the standee of a puppy from the entrance played fetch with one of those sculptures. He swore he looked like Hermes the messenger god from his arrow headpiece and sandals.

It made more sense why the guard on leave explained his feelings during the first day because it resembled Jeno’s. But unlike that guard, Jeno sucked it up. No one ever does well on the first day, even if others say otherwise. The first day was a learning experience, so he collected his thoughts even though the goosebumps triggered his body during that one rotation.

There was an indoor garden, already locked by the day guard earlier. The only room without any art piece, where students lounge to study the plants or relax in nature.

The sculptures section ahead, showcasing various fictional figures specifically from Greek mythology, chattered away about family drama and beliefs. The sculptures of Hades and Zeus, according to their title plate, argued relentlessly about power while Athena always intervened by shouting or even throwing arrows or daggers to any of the lightbulbs there.

That was one rule in the guide, but Jeno didn’t know yet until he came inside the room and swerved the attention of the arguing duo.

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeus, in the center, straightened his posture on his throne to present himself in a more regal way. “Are you perhaps the temporary replacement of Sir Sanghoon?”

“Sir Sanghoon’s stand-in is rather good looking, don’t you think?” Hera mused, stepping down from her throne beside Zeus to take a closer look at the taller male. Her cold fingers trailed his jaw until his chest, where his heart was beating intensely. She even pinched his toned bicep, mouthing wow.

“Truly handsome you are, my dear. So full of life, please introduce yourself to us.”

While Jeno introduced himself to everyone in that room, he answered any sorts of questions they had for him too. From his age, educational background, hobbies, Aphrodite just had to ask him if he had a girlfriend because he was that handsome.

“Nope, I’m single. With my degree in architecture, the requirements are so heavy I can’t even try dating.”

Mentioning his degree excited the gods, telling him how their people created and designed all these temples to house them and perform rituals. They loved it so much. This was a copy-paste of what Jeno learned from his history classes, and for a first, he’s hearing the perspective of the Greek gods.

Mind-boggling that he hasn’t fully freaked out yet. That’s what Athena anticipated when Sanghoon told her about his short leave, putting her in charge of everyone for the meantime while the replacement settled down.

The college museum was built during the late 70s as a gift from one of the alumni. It was for the purpose to preserve history and educate college students outside the classroom. The Greek mythology exhibit was the oldest one, making Athena have more seniority. Over her stay, she’s seen every new guard lose their senses during the first night. Some not even returning for a second night. She got used to every outcome, and so far, only 8 people lasted after the first night. A couple of students in the 70s and 80s, Sanghoon in the 90s, and now Jeno was one of them.

“Jeno, aren’t you terrified by us? You just got a job in a museum that comes to life every night, and it’s not a normal thing.”

“Well, I’m still shaken up about it. But it’s my first night, and it’s when I learn everything about the place from head to toe. Plus, I really need the money.”

“Money for what? But you’re young, a student even!”

“Yes, I am. However, I do pay for the rent in my dorm. So, this job is like my first big responsibility, and I want to perform well.”

Athena commended his sense of authority, capable of leading himself. She noticed how well-spoken and poised he is, respecting and listening to everything the gods and goddesses said even if they were nonsense. She never liked to compromise with her power, taking a while to like Sanghoon back in the day. Though Jeno looked like a natural leader on his first night. If he could take care of himself well, he’s skilled to take care of the rest in the museum as well.

Plus she had full control on the nights he won’t be there, especially the weekend.

With his potential, Athena mentored him the entire night about the gist of the entire museum. Every upcoming leader needs an intelligent mentor, right? She was naturally gifted with worthy leadership skills, managing Jeno like her own child.

Athena explained how the museum came to life, which was through a royal golden plate from the Oriental room. It was a gift from a popular sorceress in China to an affluent family from the Han dynasty, who wished them a long life after she was saved from invaders due to them. The plate preserved over time, becoming an artifact. Its power remained immortal, mutating to bring life wherever it goes. In this case, the museum since its arrival in the late 70s as well.

“That’s why the Oriental room must be locked always so no one could touch or break the plate.”

After she ordered Jeno to lock the mentioned room, alongside the Foreign Art Exhibit Room which he checked out for his class, she led him to the best view of the entire museum. Center of the second floor, where stairs were on both sides. Jeno marveled at the vivacious atmosphere, witnessing actual art living, breathing, and enjoying themselves.

“Unreal, right?” She leaned in the railing, scanning through the chatty paintings.

Jeno also leaned down, deep in thought and wonder. “Absolutely, Athena. How come no one knows about this? Art coming to life? It’ll invite more students to the museum.”

“That goes against a golden rule as a night guard in this museum.” She replied bluntly. “The life that goes on inside this museum at night must remain a secret to the public.”

Jeno predicted this kind of response, having watched too many films where anything supernatural mustn’t be revealed. Although he liked the advantage of knowing something this powerful, he’d never abuse it.

Athena’s intellect was beyond the world, seamlessly reading Jeno’s expression and what he was thinking. He had good intentions even if he’s a bit mischievous. She needed to keep a keen eye on him, but for now, he needed to explore on his own.

“Anyways, Sanghoon still left out some other details. So if you have any questions, I’ll be at my exhibit trying to shut my father and my uncle up again.”

“Can you not use any weapons to do so?”

“Can’t make any promises, Jeno.” She slyly cracked her knuckles and neck as if she was fighting another battle.

Jeno was silently left with himself, finally browsing through Sanghoon’s guide while seated in one of the museum benches.

It consisted of 25 rules, wherein the first two rules consisted of locking up. One, for the doors and gates of the museum, so no art piece could escape. If they do, they will turn into dust when the sun is out according to Athena. Two, locking the Oriental and Foreign Art Rooms, which was already done.

Rule #5: Let Mochi the puppy from the lobby tag along with you; feed him treats if you have any.

On cue, the little guy barked from the corridor and raced to his side. Jeno carried him, babying him for a little and letting him lick his face a few times before putting him back down. He’s surely going to the pet store first thing in the morning with the museum allowance the director gave him.

Since he was on the second floor, he read and followed the rules that fit in before returning downstairs. On the other side of the floor were the wax figures exhibitions: one for prominent men in history while the other for prominent women. Well, more people to get acquainted with.

It’s the exchange of gasps and profanities he received when he chose the latter room. Seeing their faces, these were women he’s learned in school and online. Now in the (fake) flesh. Except for one girl he’s never heard of, unbothered in her corner sketching her life away in a sketchpad. But before he could check who she was, a suggestive touch on his arm distracted him.

“My, oh my, Hera wasn’t lying when she said that the new night guard was a fine specimen.” By her dark blue eyeshadow and eyeliner with the snake-like crown, Cleopatra studied him like he was one of the most renowned art pieces. Even patting his chest, abdomen, and arms with both her hand, Jeno caught a suggestive glint in her eyes and a smirk across her red lips.

Rule #13: Reject Cleopatra’s seductive advances at all costs.

“Goodness, Cleopatra. It’s only his first night, and you’re scaring him.” With her accent, round eyes, and a chic formal outfit, she carried a posh aura while unhesitatingly scolding the Queen of the Nile.

“Come on now, Diana. He’s stunning, who wouldn’t go after him?” If no one knew her, you’re not reading up on your world history. She’s said to have been a lovely and intelligent woman, gone so soon. Jeno definitely understood why after she detached Cleopatra’s raging hands off him.

Rule #14: Treat Princess Diana and Hera like your own parent.

“Your highness.” Jeno nodded at her out of respect, only making her chuckle uncontrollably.

“No need to address me like that, love. Now, come here.” She widened her arms for Jeno, hugging him amiably. He sensed her motherly warmth, accepting such a gesture. “You remind me so much of my youngest son, Harry. Welcome to the night shift of the museum, love.”

Similar to the Greek mythology exhibit, he introduced himself and responded to any questions that the women wax figures may have. Good for him, they weren’t crossing any borders and kept him at ease.

“A student like you working at night to pay rent?” Katherine Johnson, an African-American NASA mathematician whose calculations led to the success of a lot of famous spaceflights, cannot believe her ears. Students must only focus on school, nothing else. “What about your studies, boy?”

Rule #15: Engage in academic discussions with Katherine Johnson whenever you can.

“Most of my classes are in the afternoon, Miss Katherine. So I’ll sleep in the entire morning later and study during my breaks.”

“Mr. Jeno, what do you like to do outside of work?” Anne Frank, a German-Dutch teenager whose revolutionary diary that documented her life in hiding from the Nazis gained popularity worldwide after publication dreamily asked from her section of the exhibit. Her life was robbed of greatness merely because of her religion and war.

Rule #16: Bring delicious food or gifts to Anne Frank.

“Well, I like to bike with my friends, exercise, and draw whatever comes into mind!”

Everyone he’s met so far acquired pleasure in knowing about who he was and his passion for architecture, ridding the “freaking out” phase Athena assumed he had. Yet not everyone in this exhibit bothered to give him a shot.

Jeno’s attention from Anne talking about her crush towards Peter van Daan, a teenage boy who lived with her, switched to the section beside her, where an unacquainted figure was zealously sketching as if something was due to the following day. It reflected how he’d look when he’s cramming one of his plates due to first thing in the morning. While he properly excused himself, he quietly gazed at the way this woman scrunched her eyebrows when she erased something then drew it again. She was someone he’s never seen or heard before, reading the information plate in front of him about her.

 (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Explorer and Author. (1854-1900)

 Wealthy women in the Victorian Era only served one purpose in society: marry a man from a prestigious family, have his children and join whatever interests they have. However, for (Y/N), she wasn’t going to conform to those standards.

Born into the affluent house of (Y/L/N), she was the youngest of 8 children. She was said to be the kindest and sweetest sibling out of everyone, not capable of hurting anyone or anything. She said it herself that she can’t throw away a dying flower because it’s too painful. While 5 of her older brothers were sent to school, she stayed at home with her 2 older sisters Cecilia and Amelia where she learned how to play the piano and take voice lessons from impressive teachers. Due to the huge age gaps between them (12 and 8 respectively), she never felt close with them. She was only closest to the 6th and 7th siblings, her twin brothers Benjamin and Liam whom she only had a 2-year gap. She was also best friends with one of the scullery maids her age, Lily, because she found her amusing that than the boring rich girls her mother forced to interact with.

The moment it bothered her that she wanted to live a more meaningful life was when Amelia got married. She was 12 years old at the time, and it left her as the last unwed daughter in the family. Badly did she want to revolt, which she gradually did. Instead of practicing piano, she’d sneak in to read every book in her father’s office. She secretly studied the notes of her older brothers from school and even dressed as a boy numerously thanks to Benjamin and Liam to join their classes or field trips.

This was her routine up until the age of 18 when she stomped her foot down and expressed to her parents that she wasn’t going to let Victorian society dictate her. The night before her parents were bound to send her to her great aunt’s home down South to sort her out, she successfully snuck out her house thanks to Lily, Benjamin, and Liam. It’s another good thing that she saved a lot of money for that moment.

Off she went across Europe first, then sailed to America and even parts of Asia. Initially under the name Lilibe, coined from picking the first two letters of her brothers and best friend, she documented her days and nights through her journals and sketches. Over time, she sent them to her brothers for publication. It started the franchise, “The Adventures of the Young and Free Lilibe”. There are 10 books under it.

She learned French, Spanish, Mandarin, Japanese, and Korean by herself as she made friends from those places. It was rare of someone like her to be fluent in Oriental languages, surprising locals every time she spoke to them. She was the only explorer to vividly describe life in different Asian lands in English, talking about their history and culture. With her accurate drawings of diverse citizens and their daily lives, it educated a lot of those living back home in Europe about them rather than speaking lowly of them.

In Seoul did she stayed the longest until her death from pneumonia at the young age of 46.

In her posthumous work, Finding Me, did she reveal her real identity, dedicating it to her parents whom she apologized and expressed her love for them despite everything that occurred between them. She talked about the last years of her life in Seoul, how locals were so nice and inviting to her, and how she adopted kids instead of having her own through the years.

“It’s not because I never found love in men. It’s more like I found love in doing things I’m passionate about. Traveling, learning new cultures, it outweighed the human need of romance.”

Due to her thrill in taking risks and embarking on wondrous adventures, it brought inspiration to a lot of young girls pressured to marry at that time to pursue what they really want.

 A remarkable background you had, Jeno contemplated. How come no one discussed her in his classes?

You kept brushing the bangs of your hair back as it fell repeatedly. But you got irritated instantly because it sabotaged your drive, you brought out a hairpin from her desk and attached it on both sides. But when you shifted your angle of focus, the corner of your eye locked with Jeno’s attentive gaze.

He didn’t flinch, even he should’ve. He wasn’t one to linger his look on anyone’s physical appearances, but your story and the passion on your face as you sketched mesmerized him. He was charmed, to say the least.

“Uhm, hello there?” You broke the silence due to your uneasiness about it. What’s his deal?

Jeno bowed, reintroducing himself to you. As soon as his presence settled in the room when Cleopatra attempted to hit on him, you could’ve cared less. Though this man was a first for you, a first in a long time as all guards would feel intimidated by you during the first night. Even your sharp tongue didn’t faze him. “Staring is rude, sir. Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”

“She did,” He wandered through the exterior of your section, by the fence that separated you and him. Not breaking eye contact, his eyes turned into moon crescents as he smirked with trouble. “Though she also told me to appreciate the art too.”

Snorts noisily exhaled from Cleopatra, who took the center section of the exhibit, succeeded by Princess Diana’s whispered gasps and Katherine’s side-eyeing Anne beside her while she taught her math. That was an odd way a guard conversed with you, but Jeno was merely doing what the rules stated. Partly, he was impressed with his cheesy pick-up line, partly embarrassed because he’s never spoken like this to anyone.

Rule #17: Act playfully around (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to break the tension; she’s a harsh one.

There was irony between the information he read about your life versus the wax model. Even when you faced sexism and ran away according to your history, never were you impolite to anyone in your life. You couldn’t even kill a lurking fly when it roams around your food! It showed Jeno a possibility that as much as you’re just a wax version of someone famous in the past, maybe the external environment around you had a heavy influence too.

“You fool!” His confidence exasperated you, urging you to persistently throw balls of paper with your failed sketches at him. No one dared to talk to you like that, most especially a night guard. “Take that for your comment!”

If you thought he’d scram away and act repentant, you were proven wrong. His reflexes were parallel to a spider, capturing every single paper ball without fail. Up and down his body went, one arm held on to them and no more were left on your part. Never a single defeat during the first meeting in years, but that seemed to alter now.

“Give up already, Ms. (Y/L/N)?” Jeno remarked vibrantly as he discarded your mess in the trash bin behind him. If he managed to get everyone to like him tonight, he wanted to make sure to have you onboard too.

Whatever agenda he had, you weren’t up for it. You’d treat him the same way you usually treated Sanghoon for the past 20 something years: cold and ignorant. From your stool, you left your comfortable position to come face to face with this man. He better be grateful for that barrier in between you, or else you would’ve caused mayhem.

“Never in your wildest dreams, Mr. Lee.” Your mouth gave a half-smile, clenching on the bars to liberate your annoyance. Before you could fend back, that’s when Princess Diana intervened between your heated dialogue.

“Oh heavens, children!” She stood by the barrier, mostly to protect the newbie Jeno with her body. “(Y/N), he just wanted to know you. Must you be so cross?”

This Princess Diana embodied all the traits the real one had: soft-spoken, intelligent, and protective. She’s gotten so used to your gradual temper, staying on standby whenever anyone tried to mess with you. Even if it was harmless, you could get so mean!

“Diana, he was mocking me! Saying such a sleazy phrase as if to amuse me, ha! Not a chance, I hate people like that.”

“Not us women though; you just despise men in general.”

“And you’re absolutely right!” With a smug smile, you greedily rejoiced. “Anyways, escort this disgrace out. I’m not in the mood to get angry when I have a lot of inspiration on mind right now.”

While you resumed your sketching to let go of that extra steam, Jeno was left with Diana who apologized on your behalf. Your pride was too high to do that, and as the motherly figure among them, she always took care of things in your exhibit.

“I’m so sorry for that, Jeno. She’s not really like this, but I know how much you tried your best. It was quite a fresh spectacle honestly.”

Whatever was responsible for your abrasiveness, Jeno yearned to know. He couldn’t understand who you were yet even knowing your life story. All he wanted was to get along with everyone. It was the key to successfully maintain his job for the next 6 months.

“How can I make her come around then?”

A demanding question that no one had a solid answer to. Diana recalled how much Sanghoon didn’t let your dislike for him get to him, maintaining a respectful boundary in between each other after his past attempts. Though with Jeno, observing how he riled you up and your focus entirely on him, she hasn’t seen anything like it since the 80s.

There was something in Jeno that may just get you to warm up and return to your kind nature.

“Aside from acting playful, as Sanghoon recommended, I can think of two ways, love.” By the doors of her exhibit, where Jeno was already waltzing the corridor to visit other rooms, she suggested smartly. “One, argue back to her opinions. She hates whenever anyone tries to get her way, but boy, you’re just as wise as her. No one was brave enough to peeve on her until you came.”

“How about the second way?”

“Do your research, love. Aside from libraries, you have those small technology devices that allow you to search up anything.” She tousled Jeno’s brown locks as if it were her actual son’s. Some habits just don’t die when you do.

“Brush up on your history, Jeno. Not only will it help you with (Y/N), but it’ll serve purposefully with the other art pieces here.”

Boy, he was ready to crash in his bed for a few hours after all those interactions. His introverted nature required to be revitalized.

Towards the last hours of his shift, the art pieces who’ve strolled in the first floor lessened his plate by not leaving any major clutter behind. As if she listened to him, Athena didn’t break any lightbulbs too.

His main highlight would be meeting the men of the historical male section, who flaunted a more humorous ambiance. Freddie Mercury from Queen insisted he drink a glass of his wine and to bring more wine next time, which he denied since it would against Sanghoon’s rules. King Sejong the Great and Martin Luther King Jr. argued back and forth over the most random things (pineapple on pizza specifically), while Steve Jobs mediated whenever one crossed the line. Meanwhile, William Shakespeare was too preoccupied in his writing and speaking to himself about his books, wondering how to improve them.

During one of his breaks today, he multitasked drawing a new plate with his research on every art piece to know them better. He started with the exhibit of sculptures of the Greek gods and goddesses, which were Zeus, Hera, Hades, Athena, Hermes, Aphrodite, Poseidon, Artemis, Dionysus, and Circe. They weren’t the complete roster because the rest were in other museums across the globe, as said by Athena before sunrise. The majority of them he knew what they were in charge of, but the rest were foggy to his knowledge. Typing away and jotting notes down, he started downloading his favorite jazz songs too.

Rule # 4: Play jazz music to the paintings on the first floor so they can relax and dance within their frames.

Circe is a minor goddess, the daughter of the sun god Helios. She’s recognized for her versatility in incantations and herbs, capable of transforming people into animals. From Jeno’s perspective, she’s mostly within her space with her journals and magic wand, trying new spells or combinations of herbs. For the latter, he had to keep a closer eye on.

Rule #9: Don’t let Circe, god of potions, into the Oriental Room to get plants and herbs.

He discovered that Dionysus is the god of wine, happiness, and theatre. That’s why every god in the exhibit had full wine glasses during their gathering. It also added up why Freddie Mercury always comes to him when his bottles run empty, though he mustn’t go overboard.

Rule #18: Make sure Freddie Mercury doesn’t get too drunk from the wine of Dionysus; he might make numerous scenes if he does.

After his lone studying session, he took a short trip to the pet and convenience stores to buy food. He got a dumbfounded look from Jaemin back in the dorm room, who was studying for one of his quizzes in Biology in a couple of hours.

“Woah what’s with this stash? Is it for yourself or something?”

“The museum surprisingly has a lot of tasks needed to be done at night. And no, not from my wallet but the allowance they gave me before you get a heart attack.” Jeno plopped on his solo bed, covering his face with a pillow.

“Thank God.” A relaxed sigh escaped Jaemin’s lips, taking back his balled-up fists meant for his roommate. “I think I would’ve stormed that boring museum if they made your broke ass spend a cent.”

“Boring?” Jeno removed the cushion hastily, eyeing his busy and coffee-high roommate. The scent of black coffee from his mug spread in the room, assuming that this upcoming test was testing his roommate’s patience again.

Not even trying to look at Jeno while reviewing his handwritten notes, Jaemin continued giving his opinion. “Museum culture is dead, Jeno. Not everyone has the time to roam around one, plus people can always look up the artifacts online these days.”

People were entitled to their own opinions on numerous things, though Jeno begged to differ with his roommate’s. Especially after witnessing the magic of the night shift, you shouldn’t merely judge a book by its cover. In this case, you shouldn’t judge an artwork or art piece merely on its history and legacy.

Maybe because his roommate was in the science department, he thought this way. A lot of art students regularly visit the museum both for fun and for their classes, and Jeno was one of them. Though he was too sleepy to explain his side, he let it slide for now and snoozed throughout the late afternoon.

An hour before the start of his shift, Jeno promenaded the emptying museum to inspect anything else he might’ve missed out on from last night. There were two areas according to his rotation, both in the first floor.

One was the Diorama Room. Divided into 4 sections, highlighting some of the well-known ancient civilizations in world history. Ancient Egypt and Ancient China to your left, Ancient Rome and Ancient Maya to your right. They acted as if they were the actual people during those times, giving Jeno a laugh when they cracked jokes in between. Such tiny figures, yet the rule for them said otherwise.

Rule # 7: The small figurines in the Diorama Room are feisty, so make sure they don’t fight with one another again.

The remaining room left was the Theater Room. He’s never been here, though his art friends have for film festivals held by the university.

The interior of it was set to look like an actual cinema place you’d see in a mall. There was a mini lobby with a few posters of iconic films over the years. Singin’ in the Rain, Back to the Future, Titanic, those were some framed and hung on the wall. There were two other doors there: one leading to the chairs and the other where the movie projector was. The latter room was pretty riveting, wherein you can choose to watch old short films through an 88mm film projector or switch to a cd player for the newer releases.

Back to those posters, they weren’t an exception to the magic and a simple rule was left for Jeno to do.

Rule # 10: Chatter with the movie posters in the lobby of the Theater Room; they love meeting new faces.

Since there wasn’t anyone checking out the Art Rooms on the second floor, he closed them. Though as he was about to lock the Oriental Room, the ravishing plants around the royal plant appealed his interest. Said to hold magical properties from his research, Jeno was reminded of another rule to keep in mind for later.

Rule # 3: The fake flowers in the Oriental Room come to life too at night, so when no one is lurking, water it diligently.

Instead of lounging at Sanghoon’s office first, he brought his important items to the front desk of the lobby and continued sketching his plate. He wanted to watch the art come back alive with his two eyes. Usually, he’d have coffee when he does his work, but due to another crucial rule in the guide, he’d rather not take the risk.

Rule # 6: The lobby room can get rowdy, so keep any drinks away from important items.

On the dot, the cries and yawns from the art pieces around him reverberated. Closing his sketchpad, his night guard mode was on. Connecting his laptop on the aux cord of the museum speakers, he tapped play on his playlist of jazz music that’ll last for the entire shift duration. As the first notes flooded the entire vicinity, sounds of joy left the lips of each painting. Some were humming, dancing, and even singing along.

“You can never go wrong with Frank Sinatra!”

“This Jeno lad really did the heavens’ work quick!”

Having the sense of accomplishment on his sleeve, the small barks of his fluffy pal reached closer to him. As he kneeled to find him, he was only taken by surprise as Mochi excitedly jumped on him. Tumbling over, Jeno chuckled innocently as Mochi licked his face numerously. This puppy was friendly, easily liking everyone at first sight. He wasn’t as choosy like Daegal, the puppy of his friend Chenle studying Business Management.

Once he composed himself and cradling the dog like his own, he fed him a dog treat from the desk.

“Good boy, Mochi!” He rubbed his fur while the puppy happily munched on it, ready to fulfill more of his duties.

He skipped the Greek mythology exhibit since Athena was doing a good job not letting anyone go overboard with their powers, though he’ll check in again in a few hours. He met the posters of the theater room, who were celebrities he grew up watching on tv. Sanghoon was right; they were the kinder group in the entire museum because they were more laidback.

On to the second floor, all the female wax figures lounged by the male section due to another lecture from Shakespeare. Although the guide informed him that most of the time it could get boring, this lecture was more stimulating. On his platform, he elaborated with conviction the lines of one of his famous books, Romeo and Juliet. A must-read book back in his high school days, there’s no way Jeno could’ve missed that out.

From the looks of it, Jeno perceived that Shakespeare was performing spoken word poetry due to him reading only Romeo’s lines while Cleopatra read Juliet’s beside him. This kind of show was one of the sources of entertainment to these figures, so Jeno leaned by the side of the door to listen. After all, the famous author of it was a few feet away. Cleopatra channeled such a naïve character to her ability, absentmindedly saying as she clutched her chest.

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”

“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?”

“'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose-”

The flow of an engaged Cleopatra was abrupted by the loud yell from Shakespeare in front, specifically to an amused Jeno. “Jeno, my boy! Welcome back!”

Such an announcement diverted everyone’s attention to the back, some running to Jeno to give their respective greetings. It’s rare for everyone to feel at ease with a new guard, taking them weeks to approach them due to the intimidation. Though Jeno’s bright presence felt welcoming, so they accepted it. Perhaps it’s because of his youth, it reminded them of theirs too.

Shakespeare highly requested (or forced) Jeno to take his part as Romeo, intrigued to watch someone younger read his lines. Since most of the male wax figures were aged, it never satisfied Shakespeare so he jumped on this opportunity as quickly as he could. With the roaring cheers from the other figures, Jeno might as well give it a try. It wasn’t like his friends were here to clown him like they usually would if he did something humiliating.

Jeno shockingly liked this activity as he wasn’t much of a performer on stage, but someone who does the behind-the-scenes of it. He realized as he read the lines from the book Shakespeare asked him to follow along with why people held university-wide spoken word shows a few times per semester. He was no actor, but it’s delightful to have tried it at least once in his life.

“O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” As if the edge of the platform was the balcony of Juliet (or Cleopatra rather), he knelt as he ardently spoke his lines. He’s emphasizing this rush of uncontrollable desire for her, rambling whatever he would do to get the girl.

“What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?” Cleopatra questioned from her chair, inching closer to the young boy. Even outside character will she attempt to charm Jeno, but Jeno was quick to catch it and kept his distance.

“The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.”

“I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, and yet I would it were to give again.”

“Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?”

“But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”

Everyone was condensed by their top-notch acting, as if this was the actual play unfolding before them. Jeno wasn’t so sure how he got himself in character without preparation, yet he felt what his character felt. He comprehended the material a lot better now than when he was still in high school.

However, there was always that one killjoy to ruin the heartfelt mood.

“How dumb is it to say that you’re in love after the first glance?” You opposed, putting the spotlight on you. This book was said to be a classic in literature, but as you matured physically and mentally, you could no longer agree with it. “Isn’t love the same thing that killed Romeo and Juliet in the end?”

Remembering what Princess Diana told him, he wasn’t going to let this pass. He wanted to give a piece of his mind too, caring less if the show must be paused. “Love is an emotion we don’t ask to feel. It’ll come to us when we least expect it, even when the timing of it can be crucial.”

“Of all the people Juliet could’ve gone for, it just had to be the enemy.” In all the years you’ve been brought to life, no one dared to test your opinions because they were aware of your intelligence, from the streets to the books. When someone bark, you’d bite back. Hard. “With all due respect, I love your works, Shakespeare. Yet the fate you’ve given these two at a young age was grave, could’ve you given them a better outcome or another character to love instead?”

“Giving them extra characters to love won’t address the horrific life fact that love can be dangerous. Regardless of what status you’re in, you can’t stop the attraction towards someone. The heart wants what it wants.” Jeno pressed his hand to his chest, pumping it a bit. Unknown to you and him, the audience found more entertainment in your argument. Anne, who was munching on the popcorn Jeno gave her earlier, passed the snack to Katherine who just couldn’t stop watching.

If this man wanted a challenge, you’re all ears. Who was he to compete with you? Was he not intelligent to know who you are?

“So are you insinuating that we just go with the flow? Be a slave to our emotions too and let them dictate our next motives?”

“Slave is such a strong word to use, (Y/N). But it’s not like we can’t choose who want to love because we actually can. In this case, Romeo chose Juliet and vice versa.”

“But what happens if the person you choose doesn’t choose you in return?”

“At least you tried your best, right? It’ll hurt like hell though, but it won’t last forever.” From his kneeling position, Jeno strutted his way with confidence. Trying not to let it mess with you, your extreme stare at him as if they’ll shoot lasers. Inches away from you, Jeno declared. “Love always has risks, that’s a given. Romeo and Juliet still tried and followed their hearts despite the downfall. But it was a needed downfall to get the message across.”

“No one would be that foolish to risk their lives for love though, right? Life is so precious, why would they do such a thing?”

“Even if they knew what their lives were without each other, they still preferred living a life where they were both in the picture. Therefore, they tried all they could that time because the regret of not doing anything at all carries a heavier burden.”

Whenever anyone argued with you, their debating points they spat back would further piss you off because most of the time, it never made sense. Back when this rude man told you to go home and be a wife in your earlier years of exploring, you civilly told him to fuck off, kicking his balls because he cornered you in an alley. For the first time, a man who tried to challenge you actually made sense. Was it because he lived in a modern time, where minds were more open? Because of the amount of sexism you faced in the past, you’ve turned a blind eye to the current period.

But your high pride maintained, not submitting into anything he said. “I still think it’s stupid to risk your life for love. There’s no such thing as having only one true love anyways, and you have to be alive to see it.”

“Fair point, but again, the feeling of regret and carrying it your entire life doesn’t fade easily. It’ll make you reflect on the what-ifs, and it’s heart-wrenching.” Jeno digressed, walking around you in circles. He’s intentionally trying to drive you mad, but he could care less. He wanted someone to put you in your place and open your mindset. “The question stands: would you rather try and go for it even knowing its risks or regret not even trying for the rest of your existence? Quite ironic for me to ask you that, don’t you think?”

Past the information board, Jeno researched more of your life history online. Your whole life was grounded on risks, from breaking the standards of your society, leaving your family and home country, to fending yourself from disrespectful men. Rather than living the original life expected from you, you chose not to because it didn’t make you happy. Such a risktaker he knew you are, but with the topic of love, he wondered why you were on a fence with it. Though some records stated you’ve had rendezvouses with a few men in your journeys, love was never in the equation. The single life was what you chose and you were more than satisfied, plus your adopted kids filled that supposed void anyways.

This man may have studied your history, but so much he still doesn’t know. Information that never made the books because you chose not to write or tell anyone about it. Aside from the discomfort growing in your chest, everyone else felt the awkward tension when you were lost for words.

Never been defeated in an argument, until tonight. Your mind lost its drive and willpower.

“Touché, Lee Jeno.” Indeed, his name you’re acquainted with. Numerously passed around in your exhibit, mostly from the lips of Cleopatra, who’d fantasize all the graphic things she would do to him. Too much information, least of your interest. “Please excuse me. I’d like to work on my sketches to ease my mind.”

As you quietly exited the room, an all too familiar sculpture leaned against the railings overseeing one side of the museum. Just like you, she hated accepting defeat or compromises. She always rooted for you to win. With a faint chuckle, “Facing a loss for the first time, I see.”

“Don’t even lecture me about it, Athena. I’m still fired up, and I need to relax.”

“Jeno is a different breed, isn’t he?” She stuck to your side, strolling wherever your feet led you.

“Different as in he’s a man? Yes. What else is there to it?”

“Men these days aren’t as trashy as those back in the day though. Shouldn’t you give him a chance?”

“Last time I did, it destroyed my heart. I’m not allowing myself to let men in even as a friend, Athena.”

She knew exactly what you were referring to, not touching on it further. No way will you let heartbreak or disappointment from men bother you. Even Sanghoon’s sweet company took a while to tolerate. You really needed to sketch this out on your pad right now, excusing yourself from Athena’s presence. Isolation wasn’t new to you; it’s what’s protecting your entire being. Immortal as you are, you had to recover from the past pain so the next decades won’t feel as brash.

You hoped to return to your old self when you were a fresh new figure in the 70s. So naïve, only proud of your accomplishments, and purely happy.

While Jeno continued to finish his scene in respect to Shakespeare, he received a standing ovation for his mini-show. Cleopatra didn’t expect such talent from him, growing fonder of the younger male. Whether she seduces him or not, he was never afraid to try new things and she liked that about him.

“Bravo, love!” Princess Diana praised, clapping at him.

Although Jeno appreciated all this positive attention, his thoughts bounced back to your and your stance on love. The debate earlier was just out of being playful, interested to hear your opinions. Though, he’s worried that he might’ve offended you. It may have been time to finally witness something like that, but then again, he was sure he touched something personal to you. No matter how you tried to fight it off, your eyes can’t lie. Staring down at him, there was pain beneath it. Your eyebrows scrunched to the center, thinking deeply yet remained utterly speechless.

A win he didn’t feel good about.

“It’s time she encountered something new in the years she’s been here. Give her some space tonight, then try again to reach out to her. Kindly this time; I’m not in the mood for another brawl that could end up like the Greek gods’ past fights downstairs.”

These clever words shared by Katherine loitered his mind for the rest of the night, eventually going back to finishing his current plate since everyone was behaving well. As great it is to get the approval of the majority, he tried brainstorming ways to make you like him too.

He understood the whole “men are trash” concept in today’s modern society, but if he could prove it wrong to at least one person, it would be you. Whatever is holding you back, he only hoped that you’d let it go. Questionably unsure as to why he was so persevering, he concluded that it was so he could perform his job better as the night guard. Set higher standards than Sanghoon even.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Weeks passed, and his attempts continued to be unsuccessful.

The capability for you to ignore his efforts remained strong, whether he was pestering you over small things or debating with you again about anything. Life, books, morals, the two of you always head butt each other. Anything good he did, you searched for a flaw in it. Whatever acts he’s tried and continued trying, not one flinch from you ever.

Even if that’s his state with you, his job no longer felt stressful nor strenuous. He’d try to sleep more on days he was off-duty. Although the fatigue of staying beyond his usual sleeping time was inevitable, he compromised to take a nap lasting an hour or two when the art pieces weren’t acting frisky.

Plus, there have been multiple times they adapted to any alterations so his physical well-being wouldn’t fall sick. Per order of Princess Diana and Hera, who by instinct became his motherly figures here, only wanting what’s best for the kids.

He became accustomed to everything that went on at night, discovering things on his own without Sanghoon’s guide. Anne talked about how much she missed biking in her neighborhood, so one night, Jeno snuck his bike inside and let her use it around the first floor. With proper monitoring so none of the paintings would be unbothered or pieces wouldn’t tumble.

Hermes the messenger god was fluent in every language possible, so every so often, Jeno would freely speak to him in Korean because sometimes he felt he could explode by the amount of English he used every night. Bilingual things, you know. He knew you were multilingual too, but for obvious reasons, he couldn’t converse with you.

Because Jeno was heavily favored, that should’ve been enough to push through his night shifts before the end of the semester. In addition to that, the hourly rate was above the average of whatever Jaemin or Renjun was earning. For the past 2 months, Jeno paid upfront first, even paying back all his debts. It almost made Renjun want to switch jobs with him.

“Trust me, Renjun. You don’t want it, being the lowkey scaredy cat you are.”

Work no longer felt like work, and that’s what everyone aspired to feel. Nevertheless, he tended to worry over you mid-shift, glancing at you from his side view. Sketching, reading, and writing were your default actions. No matter how many times he said to himself not to let your dislike for him affect him, it’d always backfire.

Why were you so cold?

What made you lose your fire from all the research he did about your lively personality?

When morning arrived and he gathered his stuff, you’d be the last thing he’ll check on. Frozen in your standing pose, smiling as you held a book and a pencil, he detected how fake it was. Bystanders would only assume your happiness was from your achievements, though Jeno’s gut firmly pried that something grand overpowered that happiness. And definitely, not in a good way.

Out of all the art pieces, he investigated on you the most. Skimming through every material in the library, endless searching on the net, even asking professors from the History department thanks to Renjun, he did whatever he could. People may already think he was obsessed with who you are, but only little did they know.

Another plate was done and submitted, and he promised himself to look you up one last time before surrendering. For someone who’s rarely given up on a challenge, this one was really out of his control. Maybe he should follow Sanghoon’s footsteps now.

You lived centuries before him, and there’s limited material of you left. Rather than learning of your adventures again, he dug through what things you liked over your life. Maybe by giving one of them, it’ll lessen the tension from a 100 to 99. Maybe you preferred gifts over words, he’ll never know until he tried.

Boom.

According to one of your journal entries, there’s a fond liking you’ve acquired for lavender roses from Benjamin and Liam when they visited you in Paris in secret because of how much you missed them. It went both ways, praying your family ties could be recovered.

It’s a good thing he needed to refill his stock of items for the art pieces so he could pass by the flower store a few blocks away from his dorm. That night, without further words, he graciously offered you a fresh lavender rose in between your new sketching session.

“I may not know exactly why you’re spiritless around me, but with this rose, I hope we could work something out.”

Your frigid face of disdain, keeping your chin high and squinting your eyes with judgment, began to crumble down.  Of all things as a peace offering, he gave you that? Then again, it’s not like he knew that an item you liked so much became something you’ve grown to hate and why so. No history books could teach him that.

Vulnerability was a normal thing, yet feared by many. Once one uncovered your weak spot, they could harm you. You still couldn’t trust Jeno fully, not willing to show your helplessness nor were you ever going to tell him. Hidden from his knowledge, everyone else including Sanghoon were familiarized as to why this kind of flower tormented you.

You sprinted like thunder out the exhibit room to wherever it’s private to control your senses. You may not have a physical heart, but your emotions were just as actual as a human’s. You needed to regulate your panting breath. In the past decades, you’ve not shed a singular tear but the cycle broke when they streamed out your miserable eyes like a flowing river. Quiet sobs, an empty corner near the fire exit was where your wobbly legs faltered, the painful memories of the past replayed in your head. Once beautiful, but now an agonizing reminder of what could’ve been.

Katherine, Cleopatra, and Anne were swift on their feet to hunt you down, anxious of what you may do next. Seeing or the mention of these flowers still affected you despairingly. Sanghoon must’ve forgotten to write them down, or perhaps he didn’t know either about this fact during all the years he’s worked there.

It’s one of the biggest secrets of his museum. By the clueless face Jeno had with his eyebrows raised, mouth, and small eyes slightly open, he repeatedly asked what he did wrong and adding that he never meant to harm you. Indeed, they knew that yet what occurred involved a secret in the list of museum secrets. Confidential only between art pieces according to Athena, none of the male wax figures spoke a word, only pitying the boy.

“I wasn’t here yet that time, but they said that it was once beautiful, but now it’s a rough period.” With hesitation, Princess Diana chose to reveal it to rid Jeno’s misery. She didn’t mind having to argue about it with Athena later on, as this may further affect the two of you later on.

“A long time ago in the early ‘80s, there was a night guard around your age named Junmyeon. Also, a college student, trying to make ends meet. He did it for 3 years until he graduated. Though within his stay, not only was he such a delight to everyone, he broke a golden rule in the guide. I believe you do know the guide much more now, Jeno?”

“Yes, I do, Princess Diana. Memorized it even, but which one specifically?” Jeno’s desperate eyes pleaded, only hoping for the best and to fix what he messed up.

“You can form friendships with the art pieces, but nothing more.” Princess Diana replied bitterly. “Junmyeon was an aspiring painter, a different path from his business-oriented family. He was seen as the black sheep. She resonated with him, sharing the burden and lifting it by doing whatever fun they could in the museum. In time, they both fell in love with each other; they were each other’s first loves.”

“Why must something beautiful like love be broken? It’s not like you can control it. That golden rule makes no sense.”

“It does, unfortunately. Wax figures like me cannot age, while humans like you can. None of them could accept the reality, always pushing it away. Until Junmyeon’s last week in university, he broke it off with her unexpectedly. From there, (Y/N) was heartbroken for decades. With heartbreak, giving the cold shoulder and bitterness followed. Then with the lavender rose you gave that she used to love became a flower that she associated with Junmyeon too because he gave her one almost every night for those past 3 years.”

Things finally added up, and the guilt in Jeno’s gut expanded. His major lightbulb moment was a major failure.

“Has Junmyeon ever returned to try and win her back?”

“Well, there was one time he did come back for an art exhibition for his paintings in the 2000s. I was already here, then he had a woman around his shoulder with an adolescent boy holding his hand. He roamed around our exhibit and kept gawking at (Y/N). We may be asleep, but we remember the conversations exchanged in the room. So, his son then asked him if he knew who she was.”

“What did he respond?” Jeno attentively listened, on the edge of such a hurtful tale.

“He knew her name, praising her for historical achievements. However, nothing as a former friend or lover. From what I predict, he ingested one of Circe’s potions.”

“But I thought Circe isn’t allowed to make potions for actual consumption. She’s not even allowed to enter the Oriental Art Room.” Jeno pointed out, overwhelmed at the puzzling past. Princess Diana was mindful that she had to stop spreading too much information, so she had to end her discussion with the lost boy.

“There are a lot of secrets about this museum, Jeno. Unfortunately, I cannot reveal to you to protect our peace.”

With due respect, Jeno quit his follow-up questions and concerns. The only thing he wished to do was mend his relationship with you. As vague as to where you even stood in the first place, he unintentionally crossed a line due to his selfish intention to befriend you.

“What can I do now, Princess Diana? You know I’d never push her buttons like that, even if I’m a whimsical person.”

“Oh, my boy.” Princess Diana soothed, holding both her hand on his sweaty palm and cupping his cheek. “For the meantime, give her space. No taunting for a while, and just observe her from a distance. Though do not fret the slightest; I’m sure she’ll be okay again.”

During that interval, you were hunched on the wall, bawling and weeping like the wound was brand new again. While Katherine and Anne stood by your side, on the lookout for anyone who’d be spying on you, Cleopatra knelt in front of you as your infinite tears gushed down.

“My dear,” She tried to wipe some of them while holding your hand. “It’s been years, and Jeno didn’t know a single thing. He didn’t mean to do it.”

“I don’t care, Cleopatra! He should’ve stopped trying to socialize with me because I won’t ever live down my experience with Junmyeon.”

“As if crying like this will bring Junmyeon back to your life,” Cleopatra exclaimed, holding in her temper. Acquainted with heartbreak, it’s awful that it changed you entirely, but you should’ve found a way to heal. Throughout your attitude change, it’s mostly you in pain, not those you inflict it to. “My dear, I love you a lot. But this Jeno boy is different, and you know it.”

“He’s still a nightguard, for Christ’s sake, Cleopatra.”

“You shouldn’t generalize that all night guards are bad just because of one encounter that occurred at the wrong time.” Brushing some strands stuck by your wet visage, she professed to you bluntly. “You’re never going to know how good Jeno is unless you slowly open up again, (Y/N). Not forcing you the slightest, but healing started once you’ve acknowledged the past and move on from it.”

“But I’m scared, Cleopatra.” You restlessly admitted, hunching even more against the wall. Your poor, metaphorical heart could only take so much. You barely expressed sorrow towards others as you always held a strong exterior, only letting it out alone. Not holding back anymore, Cleopatra brought you in for a hug. The last time she did that was the first night after Junmyeon left, calming your intensified emotions so you wouldn’t do anything dumb that night. No violence, just pure sorrow.

“My dear, it’s alright.” She whispered while stroking your back upwards. “But you’re a risktaker; that’s how people remember you. Now, you must challenge yourself to move on from things that didn’t work out. Because once you do, it’ll put your heart and mind at ease.”

“Do you think I’ll be okay again?”

“Yes, you will be, my dear. You are not alone, and never will be.”

Acting like the dutiful son he always was, Jeno distanced from you.

He still cracked jokes, chatted with the art pieces, and followed the rules, yet never did he utter anything to you. You’ve proudly anticipated it since day one, not wanting him up in your business or teasing you ever. But this time, it felt odd.

On nights he didn’t report, you’ve unconsciously wondered what he may have been up to. A job like this at his age was just as Sanghoon once said: nothing in the regular.

Was he with his friends?

Was he resting well?

From the moment you chose to let go of your limitations and old thoughts, it included your grudge against past guards. Asking for forgiveness to Sanghoon when he returns was on the top of your list, however, that’ll take a while to happen. In the start, you’re baffled as to why he no longer picked on you like every night he’s been present. Somehow, it became a habit you’ve gotten used to, having so many comebacks planned to fend yourself. But you didn’t want to concede to it, maintaining what was left of your pride since that breakdown.

While on the subject, you suspected if anyone told him anything that night because that also indicated the last time he reached out to you. By anything, it would be your unwritten past with Junmyeon. A part of yourself in the museum that you didn’t want to disperse like rapid-fire again. It would be the last thing you wanted Jeno to know.

To your misfortune, Princess Diana came clean due to your growing concern over it. Although your attitude changed and people got used to it, you could only blame yourself that you were responsible for Jeno’s change.

“All he wanted was to understand and enlighten us with his likable presence. Then with you, you were his challenge because of your high walls. Out of everyone, he tried to learn everything about you. From my observation, whenever he has a goal, he’s determined to achieve it.”

“But I’m trying to be better now, Diana. Why did he stop?”

“He may have determination, but he knows where the boundaries lie.” Princess Diana patted the side of your arm, giving you a half-grin. “It hurt him when he hurt you, even if it was accidental. So he opted to give you space; that way, you could catch a breather and he wouldn’t harm you anymore. It was what you wanted from the start anyways, right?”

A hard pill to swallow, though it was a fact. It’s just that now, you’re slowly willing to release yourself from the dark. It’s been decades, and more to come. Nothing can move on unless you do.

“Where is he, Princess Diana?”

Just as she predicted right on the edge, Diana completed the grin on her face and led you to the entrance of your exhibit. She may be younger than you, but you’re reverted in your twenties while she remained in her mid-thirties. Gaping the wide museum from the railing, starting from the painting exhibit in the lobby to across the other side of the museum, Diana spotted the black hair of the boy in the Foreign Art Room.

“Over there.”

Observing where her eyes focused, you caught a glimpse of a recognizable side profile. The owner’s eyes were completely taken by whatever he was drawing on the fold-up desk he brought out from the storage room. By the tedious action of his right hand going up and down, you’ve gotten so used to his part-time identity as the night guard to entirely dismiss his current status as a university student.

Architecture specifically as he first introduced himself to you. The same path your oldest brother, Christopher, worked in. The look of tenacity Jeno presented as his eyebrows continuously scrunched, his crescent orbs hastily spied his work for any unnecessary details and his veiny hands brushed his already messy hair, you were profoundly reminded of Christopher when he was designing his possible future house. You were 8 years old, and he was 22, who just got married. He explained how many floors it’ll have, what rooms to put and what extra furniture he’ll place to make it feel more at home.

Seeing how exceptional his art skills were, you started to sketch like him. With flowers first, it turned into bedrooms and sceneries of your neighborhood. You felt your shoulders rise in accomplishment when you were able to accurately draw people. As much as you credited Benjamin and Liam the most in your works, it’ll only be within yourself to know that you also held a soft spot for Christopher.

Excusing yourself to Princess Diana, you bravely yet quietly ventured into the Foreign Art Room. Hiding first from one of the cement columns, you resumed watching him sketch. Instead of a pencil, he used a black pen with a tip as thin as a pencil. Your assumptions would be it was for a class, basing it on him informing everybody earlier that he’ll be inactive for the remaining hours of his shift to focus on his midterm requirements. That must be difficult to balance, yet he still does everything expected from him. Maybe the second cup of iced coffee beside him stimulated his bones and mind, letting his imagination free.

Through the limited space, you tiptoed whilst holding the side of the column to make up his work. There were 2 and a half rectangular shapes stacked on top of each other, the third one he was still tracing. A sign encrypted with tiny written words you couldn’t decipher, the beauty and modernity of Jeno’s plate cannot go unappreciated.

“That’s absolutely beautiful.”

Sweet words you didn’t think would bounce back in the room, Jeno’s pace ceased whilst you hid again. Art pieces capable of walking weren’t allowed here, he locked the door even beforehand! Or he thought as he was rushing to get his work done because one of his terror professors moved up the deadline to tomorrow morning. Not even 25% finished, he petitioned for everyone’s cooperation just for tonight.

He used up his 2 days of not having the night shift for other projects, and not wanting to ruin his perfect attendance, he proceeded to show up.

The voices from the foreign paintings around him hushed for him out of respect. So possibly someone snuck in, his head looking around for intruders. But only did he quit it when he saw your blurry reflection leaning against the column. The glass windows slightly mirror back what it sees, without you knowing that.

Not to mention, the small bit of your lilac dress was left out. Of all people, it was you?

“Do my eyes deceive me or is Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) inside when she’s not allowed so?”

To break the killing tension, he tested the waves with an innocent taunt. Never did you reach out to him, so least to say he was entertained whilst keeping his distance.

Fixing your proud stance, you responded in a low baritone voice you used to persuade numerous men in her adventures. “Uhm no, I don’t know who she is.”

As intelligent as you were, Jeno was a few steps farther than you this time. Educated about the risky ways you’d get around and one of them was changing the pitch of your voice, he heartily laughed at your unsuccessful attempt.

“Okay don’t lie, (Y/N). I can see a trail of your dress and your cloak. Oh, your reflection too.”

Damn, you peeked a little to realize that he was correct. Hauling your dress back in to readjust your outfit, you pushed your hair back before appearing to him. Though when you did such, you didn’t suppose that he was practically beside you the entire time. Bumping into his towering stance of 5’10 while the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, your proud posture loosened up. He even discarded his blazer. A few more inches, he could’ve cornered you on the column if you didn’t take another step back.

Has he always been this tall or were you so used to your boots having high heels under? Oh wait, maybe because you wore flats this time because it’s making your toes sore. Your head bowed from struggling to maintain eye contact with him, your palms caressing your cheeks that suddenly heated up. Clearing your throat, you straightened your back again like nothing happened.

Jeno thought otherwise, shrugging his shoulders as he chuckled. He’s never seen you get shy, not that it was a bad thing either. The temptation to play around it more was there, but he was running out of time for his assignment.

“Come in. I’ll let you off the hook this time.” His arms opened up, allowing you access to such a wonderful exhibit. Paintings from different European periods, miniature versions of famous infrastructures inside glass containers, and replicas of Greek columns in the front entrance, no wonder it’s important to protect them all.

“Are you sure?” Watching him return to his spot, which was a bench in the center of the exhibit with a table in front, it didn’t process that you were gawking at his toned back. His broad shoulders and the evident muscles in his arms while he stretched, your eyes were speedy to look away when he tried to take a glance at you.

“I don’t think the paintings here and I mind.” Sitting down again, he tapped the vacant space beside him. “Feel free to watch me draw if you want to.”

Settling by his side, he recommenced where he left off. Now with a closer view of his piece, it did look like a building as you thought. He was sketching the remaining outline of the 3rd floor of this hypothetical place, continuously checking his ruler to monitor if the lines were consistent. Able to pick up on the words of the sign beside the building, you wowed with one hand on your lips.

“You’re redrawing Seoul National University Museum of Art?”

“One of my plate assignments was to visualize a renovation of a certain place, so I chose the museum.”

“Why so?”

“Well,” Jeno shook his pen so the ink could come out. “This entire place comes to life with the royal plate, so I think we should expand the space and bring in more art pieces to life if we add another extra floor. A rooftop area for visitors and events would be fun. And definitely, we should modernize the exterior and interior a bit because it looks outdated personally. That’s also what my friends think too.”

Noticing the minor details of his plate whilst removing any unnecessary pens so it wouldn’t smudge, “Huh, I quite agree with you.”

For the first time since his night shift, you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), came into an agreement with him. He became so accustomed to clashing opinions that now, you had no contrasting points to make at all. A good change perhaps was what he’s witnessing.

“Woah, who are you agreeing with me and where’s (Y/N)?” He creased his brows whilst locking eye contact with you. This time, you didn’t wince away and just nudged him on his shoulder to get back to work.

“Hush, Jeno. Isn’t that due later? Get to work, I’ll roam around here for the meantime.”

After decades in this museum, you’re enlightened with the foreign paintings in which some you’ve heard of in your younger years and some that were created beyond your time. The Birth of Venus, Liberty Leading the People, Girl with a Pearl Earring, there’s an advantage of learning about their stories that humans couldn’t interpret. Logical that this section must be off-limits because these pieces were extra special, yet there’s so much more than what meets the eye.

There’s peace in silence while you wandered around, though it doesn’t hinder only at the art. Jeno hasn’t uttered a word since he got back to drawing, and once you asked him what’s doing now, still no answer back. Odd, he’s constantly awa-

Oh, my. You must’ve jinxed it.

Your eyes laid on Jeno leaning forward on his desk with his arms serving as his pillow, resting his head sideways. Soft snores and minimal movement in his upper body to shake the growing cold temperature of the room, he was sleeping like a log.

Putting into perspective, he hasn’t acquired enough rest specifically this past 2 weeks. The endless number of plates due making him work extra during his shift rather than sleeping in the slightest, exhaustion must be an understatement. Coffee no longer pushed him to his maximum for this week even.

But this was the path he chose, and it’ll have its challenges. Still, if you could relieve the stress in any way, you would. This would be one of the ways to repay for all the rudeness you’ve passed on him. Scurrying to his side, placing the plate on the side with his other things. You returned the caps of his open pens so they don’t spill. They must be expensive, recalling how Jeno shared the cons of being an architecture major to Princess Diana. One was the pens needed for sketching, and any tiny damages to them meant buying them again.

With his watch on clear display, he only had 2 hours left until his shift was done. Then, 4 hours until his plate assignment was done, and his current plate was far from done.

The blunt impulse to wake him up slithered your mind, though his calm state deflected your duty. As if you were on board a ship again for your explorations, you paid attention to the view with a relaxed mindset.

Lee Jeno specifically was the view.

His coffee-stained lips were parted and his sharp nose breathing in and out at a relaxing pace, he must be dreaming a happy moment the way half his lips curved into a smile. If he’s resting well, then you too would be calm.

Because of your past disinterest in him, only at this moment did you observe how sharp his jawline was and the cuts on his arms he sought refuge in. No matter how many times you tried to deny Hera’s compliments of him on the side, you couldn’t.

Lee Jeno embodied attractive features; both physical and emotional.

Back to his plate, it’ll put him at a disadvantage if he submitted the way it looked before he passed out. But you remembered all those extra details he mentioned and wanted to add to this project. Being an explorer, you documented all your ventures through words or drawings. You’re fast to adjust to anything new too.

For all the good he’s done for everyone, he only deserved some help in return.

Your version of help was sketching the remaining details of this plate, using other pens for more emphasis. It’s a risk also, but no way could you turn a blind eye on Jeno this time.

Around 5:30 am, Jeno’s eyes blinked open due to a brightening light from the outside. Stretching his limbs, he finds a velvet cloak wrapped around him like a blanket. But before he could question it, he pulled his arm in to see the time on his watch.

“Fuck!” He cursed, realizing that his so-called 10-minute snooze break aborted.

“Oh my, you’re awake!” From his frazzled state, there you were. So put together yet active, some strands of your hair falling down your face even with your hair up in a ponytail. “How was your sleep?”

This whole time he could’ve been woken up, yet you chose not to. You’re aware of his deadline, yet you let him rest entirely. He could’ve burst out in stress, yet he didn’t. You and he may have started on the wrong foot, yet it’s impossible of you to do such an evil thing. He’ll just have to tolerate the outcome later today.

“Refreshing. I really needed it.” Packing his things in his bag and closing the table, you trailed along as he exited with you. Locking up, he has 30 minutes left to accomplish the cleaning. A long good morning indeed.

But his worry of that vanished when you admitted that you had it all covered.

“Everyone helped out in cleaning, plus there are no damages made either.” From your hand, you returned one of his keys that was on his guard blazer. “I double-checked the Oriental Room and locked the doors again.”

“Why are you suddenly so nice to me, (Y/N)?” He questioned with confusion, wearing his blazer again and patting away any creases. He placed your cloak over you again like a true gentleman.

Without a word, you simply invited him to walk you back to your exhibit as parts of the sun began to rise. As you returned to your section, your fellow figures readying themselves to pose again,

“It’s my way to apologize for my very rude first impression and the succeeding moments after. I was too cooped up in my past that I was too afraid to let humans in again, night guards in particular.” You admitted, removing your cloak and placing behind your chair like always. “I’m so sorry, Jeno. Everyone was right about you and your kind heart.”

“About time.” Cleopatra’s sultry voice cut in, laying on her day bed.

Before you had the chance to flip off, Jeno mediated swiftly. With a gentle smile, “No worries about it. I’m just happy you’re okay, after all you’ve been through.”

“Can we start over then?”

“Absolutely.” With his free hand, he brought it out. No matter what kind of introductions, shaking one’s hand was the best way to start a friendship. “Good evening. I’m Lee Jeno, the new museum night guard.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), explorer and author.” Sighing at his humor, you still replied by shaking his hand. “And I believe you’re mistaken, Lee Jeno. It’s a good morning.”

Seconds after, you imitated your typical pose and smile. Only now, the latter was more genuine. Finally, a fresh start to end your agony.

Once the sun fully revealed itself, every figure including yourself froze back to sleep. Something Jeno wished to catch up on if it weren’t for his damn plate. He was so screwed, already contemplating his next steps if he does fail this class. The possibility of getting delayed in all aspects, he dreaded it already.

Heading back to his dorm, where both his roommates completely passed out from soju on the couch, he sat by his work desk and turned on his night lamp for more light since the sun wasn’t strong enough yet.

With another cup of coffee, he cracked the joints of his knuckles and laid out his pens. He had 2 hours left to submit this plate, and at most he should accomplish 50% of his initial plan. However, he didn’t anticipate such a gorgeous outcome when he brought out his plate.

Picture perfect of every detail he desired, even adding a rooftop area with that he’d love to have if ever the museum does go under renovation one day. Rather than setting the plate during the day, it was at night as the skies were dark and bright specks of yellow inside the building symbolized light.

So much for wasting coffee, he’ll just give it to Jaemin when he wakes up later. Below the final product, a note written in cursive was stuck on it.

 I knew you wanted to get this specific plate done, but you mustn’t compromise your sleep for it. It’s your inhumane professor’s fault!

To make up for my faults, I wanted to help you out. I paid extra attention to the details you spoke highly about, so I only hoped that I interpreted it correctly. It’s risky, but as someone who researched so much about me, would you be surprised that I did such a thing?

PS: Get back to sleep. I’m quite sure your desk is laid out the same way in the Foreign Art Room.

Respectfully,

(Y/N)

 Turning off his lamp, Jeno jumped the covers of his bed to continue his lost sleep. Without an ounce of care that he hasn’t changed into cleaner clothes, he’s relieved that he won’t flunk his class.

Most of all, he’s relieved that you’ve melted the ice in you and allowed kindness to come in. Jeno may never understand how hard that must’ve been for you, yet he raved you for it.

“Oh, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Surprise is an understatement when it comes to you.”

[zodiakuroo]

Pretty Things Don’t Need To Think

Kuroo decides he's had enough of his smart, independent girlfriend. He wants her to be his good little housewife instead.

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Fem!Reader

Contains: 18+ oh boy... dubcon, big dick kuroo, dumbifciation, misogyny, manhandling, oral sex (deepthroating), pee in vee sex, degradation, manipulation, pwp, breath play, mouth spitting, creampie, thigh riding, slapping, spit, porn watching, crybaby reader but kuroo is a meanie so :3

Word count: 4.6k

Notes: my first time writing smut n it’s mindlessly self-indulgent i just had this weirdly specific fantasy that i need to get out byeee

Kuroo loved the fact that you were smart. He loved the fact that you could debate and argue with him for hours on the most obscure topics. He love that you were always interested in his nerdy rambles and he found it adorable that you would sometimes go off on your own nerdy rambles. When he met you, he was so used to fucking brainless bimbos that he was surprised to find a girl that he both wanted to sleep with and have a conversation with. Your intellect was one of the many reasons he wanted to pursue a relationship with you beyond sex. One of the many reasons why he planned on marrying you.

Kuroo also loathed the fact that you were smart. Not loathed exactly. He just hated your stupid fucking degree. He hated the fact that it demanded so much of your time and energy that you sometimes had to put your studies before him. You wanted to be doctor, always wanted to apparently. You wanted it so bad he felt a little ashamed for how much it annoyed him.

But he didn’t understand it. You were going to be the wife of Kuroo Tetsurou, President of the Japan Volleyball Association. Is that not enough of an achievement?

 You didn’t seem to think so.

Now Kuroo’s not a misogynist by any means. If he were, he wouldn’t even let you get this stupid degree. He doesn’t want you to be some mindless Stepford Wife who only cooks and cleans and says “Yes, dear” “No, dear.” Of course he believes in equal rights and all that bullshit but he just doesn’t see any reason for you to work. Financially, there’s no need. More importantly, as his wife you would be too busy taking care of him, his home and his children for you to even thinking about having a job. He would let you get this degree purely for you to soothe your own ego, so you could feel like you’ve accomplished something.

And this is the fucking thanks he gets.

Coming home every day to see you hunched over the dining room table, 4 different textbooks open, papers scattered everywhere. He works hard every day to make a comfortable life for the two of you but asking to come home to a clean apartment and dinner on the stove is too much to ask apparently.

You don’t even register that he’s in the room until he places two large warm hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump, quickly soothed with a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hi baby” he mutters against your scalp, gently massaging your shoulders.

“Hmm. Hi Tetsurou.” you turn your head to look at him, eyes bloodshot and bleary from staring at your computer all day.  “How was your day?”

“Same old.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “How’s it going here? Are we winning?” He glances at your notes, Intercranial mass lesions. Subarachnoid Haemorrhage. Spontaneous Intracerebral Haemorrhage. He wonders why you do this to yourself. Pretty things like you shouldn’t have to think.

You groan. “Not at all. This neuro final is gonna kick my ass.”

He chuckles, hands gently massaging your shoulders. “You say that every time and every time you ace it baby.”  Instead of asking you where his dinner is, he asks “Have you eaten today? What do you want for dinner?”

“ I’m not hungry Tetsu. You can order whatever you like.” He clenches his jaw in irritation. You can’t even be bothered to give him your full attention for 10 minutes? The man who works so hard so that you can afford to sit at home and study the whole day?

No.

He’ll get your attention one way or another.

“Angel,” he drops his voice an octave or two, leaning down so his mouth is pressed right against the shell of your ear. “How about you take a break yeah? Wanna help you relax.” He starts to kiss your neck. He hears your breath hitch. He’s got you. “You worked so hard today plus I reaaaaally miss you.”

With that he begins to leave wet kisses on your neck, feeling you melt into him. His hands move away from your shoulders, gently groping at your chest.

You suddenly go rigid. “Tetsu, not right now.” He doesn’t want you to know how pissed he is but he can’t help it, he groans in frustration. “I’m sorry,” you mutter weakly “I really need to get through these last 3 chapters.”

“Yeah right. Got it.” He storms off with a huff. He’s furious. Your little studious shtick has been nothing more than an irritation for him. But this is too far. He hasn’t come in a month, since you started prep for finals. You’ve been too busy to take care of him. You suggested porn and he laughed in your face. Why would he jerk off when you have a perfectly good pussy? Don’t be ridiculous.

“Tetsurou don’t be mad please.”

“Not mad baby. Keep studying. That’s important to you right?” He’s not convincing anyone but you don’t have the time or energy to engage.

You let out a heavy sigh before turning back to your laptop, falling back into studying like the whole interaction never happened. It made him even angrier. How you couldn’t care less about him right now.

“Just gonna watch some TV. That okay with you, love?” He says sounding sickly sweet, almost sarcastic. If you notice, you don’t make any mention of it.

“Mmhm. Just keep it down please.” You don’t even bother to fucking look at him. 

You don’t wanna pay attention to him? You want him to just jerk off? Fine then, have it your way. Kuroo throws himself down on the couch as he rips off his tie with a little more force than necessary.

This is petty.

He makes quick work of the buttons of his dress shirt.

This is childish.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls his slacks down just far enough to take his soft dick out of his boxers.

 This is your fault.

 You pushed him to do this.

He takes his phone and uses his internet browser to take him to the first porn site he can think of. He doesn’t really care about the kind of video so “Busty blonde slut gets destroyed” seems like a good a choice as any. He clicks on the video and sets up his phone to mirror on the TV screen. With the volume about as loud as it can go, he presses play.

The loud exaggerated moans and gagging startle you. Your head shoots up and you see your boyfriend, lidded gaze fixed on the flat screen TV in front of him. He’s panting, letting out little moans. You crane your neck to see what he’s watching and you see on the TV a bleach blonde girl with massive tits being an absolute trooper as she gets facefucked relentlessly.

“Kuroo, what the fuck?” God he hates when you call him by his last name mostly because you only do that when you’re really annoyed at him.

“Hm? What is it baby?” Now it’s his turn to not even glance in your direction. He’s too focused on the way the girl on screen’s throat is bulging as the man thrusts into her mouth. Maybe he should watch porn more often.

“What are you doing?” He can hear the irritation building in your voice. He hears the chair scrape along the hardwood floor as you stand up to get a better look at him. He knows you can see exactly what he’s doing now.

He smirks, turning to look at you for just a split second before his attention is back to being on screen. “Watching ah fuck watching TV”. He starts to stroke himself faster now, knowing you’re watching him. He’s a little embarrassed by how turned on he is. Cock already rock hard, his tip bright red and shiny from leaking so much pre-cum.

“Do you have to do… that… here? I can’t concentrate.” You clench your fists and your sides.

Oh you’re pissed. But this isn’t exactly the reaction he wants from. He’ll make it work though.

“Not my problem babe. Shit.” He takes his free hand down to play with his swollen balls and god, if he weren’t so determined to dump this load inside you he might have come right then and there.

“Kuroo!” You shout. He’s still not looking at you. How could he when the girl on the screen is getting absolutely railed. He only hears the sound of your barefeet on the hardwood floor as you storm over to the couch. He’s not sure what your plan was when you decided to come over here, but it doesn’t even matter anymore because the second you’re close enough he yanks you by your wrist and forces you into his lap.

“Tetsu!” You thrash and struggle in his hold but it’s no use. He’s bigger and stronger than you.

He wraps his arm around your neck, pulling you into a chokehold. “Oh I’m Tetsu now?” he laughs bitterly

“Let me go! Please!” You still haven’t given up getting out of this, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Shut up. I want you to watch this.” He’s forcing you to look at the screen now. “Look at that yeah? Look at how she’s taking that big cock.”

A hard palm strikes you across your cheek. “Stop squirming and watch.”

The blonde woman is bent over a coffee table while the man behind her rams his dick into her without abandon. Kuroo can’t decide if he finds her whining hot or annoying.

“Looks like it feels good huh babe?” His head is buried in the crook of your neck. “Wanna make you feel good like that.” He places a quick kiss to your temple before pulling your t-shirt over your head, your bare chest now exposed to the cool air.

“Tetsu please.”

“Please what baby?”

Please let me go.

But the way he’s hands are gripping at your breasts, pulling and twisting your nipples, you can’t form any words. Only whimpers.

“Please make you feel good? That what you want baby?” He whispers as he slots his thigh between your legs.

“Yeah yeah please Tetsu.”

Kuroo has turned his focus onto your neck. Harsh sucks, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake. He wants to laugh at how pathetic you are. Just a few minutes ago, you were adamant on ignoring his presence and now you’re writhing in his lap begging you to touch him.

“Really? I thought you needed to study.”

“No no no Tetsu, only need you.” Just a quickie. You’re both pent up. 10… 15 minutes tops. Then you’ll go back to studying. That’s what you tell yourself.

“That’s right baby.” He grips your hips and grinds you down on to his thigh. “I know exactly what you need.” You take your cue from him and begin riding his thigh, neurology notes long forgotten as he goes back to assaulting your neck. The combination of the sensation of your clothed clit rubbing against his thigh and visual stimulation of the explicit content on your TV makes you dizzy with pleasure.

Your movements become frantic. You’re practically humping his leg at this point. He knows you’re close which is why he wraps one arm around your torso, pulling you back into his chest.

“Baby please.” You whine. Oh, you’re really crying now.

“Oh angel, you were gonna come just from that? Just from humping my thigh and watching some other bitch get eaten out? My angel must be so pent up huh?”

You can’t do anything except whimper and nod.

“Mmhm yeah my baby has been working too hard. Thinking too much. You’re too cute for that you know baby.”

You keep nodding, no idea what you’re actually agreeing to, too busy keening at the praise. You keep trying to move your hips but he just tightens his hold.

“It’s okay though baby I know how to take care of you. Your man knows how to turn off that little brain of yours.”

His hand slides into you shorts, fingers pressing on to your clit over the top of your soaked panties. The moan you let out might rival the porn star on screen, who now by the way, is riding the face of her co-star while she sucks his cock.

He slips his other hand into your panties and starts rubbing quick “Yeah that’s it. Feel good babe?” You melt into his chest. “Yes Tetsu! So good!”

Kuroo pushes his long middle finger into your dripping hole. So tight and warm, he has to bite back a moan of his own. A few slow pumps, before he lets his index finger enter you as well. He’s done going slow now, he starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb brushing over your clit every now and then.

You were so close before, it takes almost no effort on Kuroo’s part to get you there again. You throw your head back on to his shoulder, muscles tensing in anticipation of your impending release. “Tets- gonna cum, gonna cu-“ The second you feel the waves of your orgasm crash on to you, Kuroo has his hands off you entirely, reaching for the remote and turning off the explicit movie.

Ruined. He ruined your orgasm.

You open your eyes and you see Kuroo looking every bit the smug bastard and your own teary eyed reflection in the black screen. “Tetsurou… Why? Why would you-“ You can’t even get the sentence out before he delivers a harsh smack to your clit.

“You think you deserve to come?” A large hand wraps tight around your throat as he lets out a humourless laugh. “You’re stupider than I thought.”

“No Tetsu ‘m not stupid” You manage to rasp out but that just makes him squeeze even tighter.

“What was that? I thought I heard a stupid bitch say something.”

You claw at his had trying to get air into your lungs but Kuroo doesn’t budge.

“Please! Sorry! Please!” is all you can manage to get out. Just as you start to see spots, Kuroo lets go.

Airways burning, you sputter out a “thank you” but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. “You’re sorry? Show me how fucking sorry you are.” He’s shoves you on to the floor unceremoniously.

While Kuroo removes his slacks and boxers, you try to compose yourself. You know what’s coming but first you need to stop coughing and stop crying. After a minute of deep breathing, you open your eyes and find yourself face to face with Kuroo’s monster cock.

And you’re not exaggerating. The thing is terrifying. Long and girthy, the biggest you’ve ever seen.  He’s unbelievably hard with bulging veins, the tip almost purple with arousal. You’re mesmerised by it. 

Perhaps the only thing scarier than his dick right now is the man attached to it. He’s staring down at you with so much condescension, small smirk playing on his lips. He wraps his hand around his thick base. “You good princess? Get to it.” He tuts.

You place one of your hands on his throbbing member as you tentatively stick out your tongue to lick at his tip where pre-cum is dribbling out. You slowly start to stroke him up and down as you swirl your tongue around the head. Kuroo is being kind, letting you go slow. If you think he’s doing this for your benefit, you’re mistaken. He wants to take his time with this. More importantly, he’s got about a month’s worth of cum stored up in his balls and he wants to make sure that every single drop goes inside your little cunt.

You take what you can fit (just less than half) into your mouth, lips stretched wide around his dick, the head is poking at the back of your throat while your hands work the rest of his shaft. You look up at him with wide, apologetic eyes. He can tell by the way you’re looking at him you want him to know how sorry you are.

It’s cute.

He grabs you by your hair and pulls you off of him. ”Aw baby, that’s it? I thought you were sorry.” 

A mixture of saliva and pre-cum dribbles down your chin. “Tetsu I am sorry. I’m so sorry!” You whimper.

“Yeah?” Kuroo whispers. His grip on your hair tightens as he tilts your head up to look at him. You stare up at your boyfriend, as he bends down to kiss you. Again, it’s surprisingly gentle but is quickly contrasted with the way he uses the other hand to grab your face, squeezing harshly to make you pucker your lips and keep your mouth open.

He smiles down at you, almost lovingly before he puckers his lips as well, letting a fat glob of spit drop from his mouth into yours.

It’s gross. It’s degrading. It’s cruel.

And that’s why you swallow it down almost immediately, without being asked. 

“Good girl” He whispers and gives you a kiss on the nose as a reward. The simple praise shoots straight to your pussy and now you’re greedy for more.

Kuroo leans back and assumes his previous position but this time flexing his elbows and putting his hands behind his head. He’s still wearing his dress shirt, unbuttoned so you can admire his delicious torso. Toned and tanned with the trail of dark hair running all the way to his groin. He looks completely relaxed with his eyes closed and for a moment you find yourself enamored by how stunning he is. How stunning your man is. You want to please him now more than ever. You want him to call you his good girl again. You steady yourself on your knees and prepare for the task at hand

You start off with a few shallow bobs on his cock. Then you take a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of him in your throat as you can. “Holy shit.”  He breathes out. His hips thrust up reflexively while you try to suppress your own reflex, trying to keep him has deep as possible for as long as possible. You’ve had lots of practice deepthroating your boyfriend’s dick but somehow it hasn’t gotten any easier.

You pull off of him but not completely, just enough to open up your airway to let much needed air into your burning lungs. You twist your hands around the exposed part of him. You look up at him and he’s giving you that fond smile again and it makes your heart swell in your chest. It’s all the motivation you need to take him back into your throat. Again you take him as far as you can but there’s still a good inch or so that you can’t take no matter how hard you try.

“Aw baby you need some help?” Kuroo coos from above you. You look up at him with big watery eyes and nod as best you can with his dick lodged in your oesophagus. He lets out a hum. “Anything for my baby.” He places one of his large hands on the back of your head and pushes you down until your nose meets his pelvis.

Your throat muscles are spasming around the impossibly large, impossibly deep intrusion but Kuroo keeps you there, seemingly reveling in your gags. Your drool dribbles from your lips, down his balls on to the black leather of the couch. You try breathing through your nose but you struggle. However, your discomfort is completely eclipsed by Kuroo’s moans and grunts. If it makes him feel good you’ll keep him in there as long as he wants. You’ll let him thrust into your mouth until he comes if he so choses.

Lucky for you, that’s not what he wants tonight.

You pulls you off his dick by once again but slowly this time. He watches the string of drool that connects your lips and drags you away until it snaps. He take his heavy shaft and slaps it against your right cheek. You let out a gasp and a smirk starts to play on his lips. Before you know it he’s smacking and dragging his cock all over your face, covering you in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. “God damn. Prettiest fuckin’ girl in the world right here on her knees for me.” He says as he leans back to admire his handiwork.  “Open” he says. You obey without hesitation and he spits in your mouth again.

You swallow eagerly. “Thank you Tetsuro.” Your throat feels raw but you smile at him, absolutely giddy, nonetheless.

“Get up here, pretty girl.” Kuroo helps you to your feet and shimmy out of your bottoms before guiding you on to his lap so you’re straddling him. Immediately two of his fingers are inside you again, your slick cunt offering no resistance whatsoever. “You know angel, I’m still not sure how sorry you actually are.” He’s scissoring his fingers, stretching out your walls. If he were a different man, he’d thrust into you right now without any prep but he sees how fucked out you already are, there’s no need to punish you any further. His fingers move at a tortuous pace, squelching as he thrusts them in and out of you.

You’re panting. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

The slow drag of his fingers grazing that spot inside you as he pulls out makes your eyes flutter shut. When you open them again, Kuroo is holding the same fingers in front of your face. Your boyfriend keeps is hazel eyes locked on yours as he sticks out his tongue to lick up the arousal soaking his digits.

“Hmm ‘course you will.” He slaps his fat cockhead on your sensitive clit making you squeal.

He drags his tip from your clit to your dripping slit over and over again getting it nice and wet.

You chant “Tetsu please” like some twisted prayer. You desperately want to make up for your earlier ruined orgasm.

“Wanna see you bounce on my cock, angel.”

You oblige him wordlessly, taking hold of his shaft and lining in him up with your entrance. You slowly lower yourself on to him wincing at the way he stretches you out. The prep was minimal and his fingers are no match for the size of his cock. You have to stop to breathe and blink away tears. You lift up your hips and lower yourself down slowly again, taking a little more of him inside you. You repeat the process a couple more times.

As much as watching your struggle to take his cock strokes his ego, Kuroo is growing bored. It’s time to take matters into his own hands.

Kuroo grips your hips and takes you by surprise as he thrusts up into you, making you take the whole thing. You let out a shrill cry as the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix. A heavy smack lands on your ass. “I said bounce angel.”

“So big Tetsu fuck. So big.” You whine as he pulls you up, before he sheaths his dick fully inside you, making you shriek for a second time.

God you could be such a crybaby sometimes. You were starting to piss him off again.  He pulls out of you completely and says “Turn around.”

“Tetsu no please! Wanna see you.” You pout, your eyes welling up with tears.

Another smack. This time across your face. You reach up to touch the sore skin on your cheek, it feels hot. “Don’t talk back to me you stupid slut.”

You whimper but obey his command. You don’t want Kuroo to be angry at you.

“Now sit on it.” He spanks you another time before gripping your ass and guiding his cock into you until your ass meets his groin.

Playtime is over.

Kuroo slips his hands under your thighs, grabbing the back of your knees and folding your body in half. Now he’s really fucking you. His thrusts are rough, cock knocking against your cervix repeatedly as he sinks himself into your sopping cunt over and over again. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the squelching of your dripping pussy make for the lewdest symphony you’ve ever heard. 

“Tetsurou ‘m close. Please” you cry. The way his dick is rubbing against your sweet spot means you won’t last long.

“No.”

Despite his denial, he doesn’t ease up on his thrusts. You’re trying to concentrate on holding back your orgasm but honestly you can’t concentrate on anything except Kuroo pistoning his fat cock in and out of you.

“Look at you.” You see your reflection in the black TV screen. “You see that?” He gives one particularly hard thrust to emphasise his point. “Fucked stupid huh?”

“Yeah Tetsu Yeah.” It’s no mirror but you can see all that you need to. You see your boyfriend using your body like a fleshlight, thrusting up into you at a relentless pace. You see your cunt split open on his cock. You see yourself being completely and utterly owned by him.

“My girl is such a fucking whore huh? My own personal porn star.”

“Need to cum nnggh let me cum please.” You’re teetering so close to the edge and Kuroo’s filthy mouth is not helping your situation in the slightest.

“Why should I let you cum hm? You’re so good when you’re desperate. Think I should keep you like this.”

“Please Tetsu. Please. Wanna be good! Wanna be your good girl Testu! Wanna take care of you! Please.”

He likes the way that sounds.

His good girl. His wife. His. His. His.

“Cum for me angel. Cum. Right now.” He says, lips pressed against your ear.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. With the way he’s pounding his dick into your tight little pussy you have no choice but to spiral into orgasm. Your pussy spasms around his cock, pulling him deeper inside you. The hot coil in your tummy that’s been building unravels and the bliss hits you so hard you see starts. Kuroo keeps fucking up into you as you cream around him. As you come down, you go limp in his arms. That doesn’t stop him from using you though.

His grip around your thighs tightens and that’s how you know he’s getting close. “You gonna be a good girl for me? You gonna take this fat fucking load? Yeah? Take all of it deep in your cunt?” He growls right into your ear.

“Tetsu gimme pleasepleaseplease” You beg him as you cry from overstimulation, barely able to form the words.

“Take it. Take it. Fuck!” He growls as he shoots his load right into your tight, gooey pussy. You feel his hot cum fill up your womb and the sensation is so overwhelming it makes you go cross-eyed, tongue lolling out of your mouth. He grunts, still rutting into you through his orgasm. When he’s done he pulls out of you, smiling as he watches his cum leak out of your spent hole.

Kuroo loves the fact that you’re smart. But when you’re like this? Absolutely cum drunk, eyes glazed, body covered in bruises and willing to do anything he asks you to? He fucking adores you like this.

“Go take care of dinner princess, then your man is gonna take care of you some more.” He swats you on your ass.

You giggle and let your wobbly legs carry you to the kitchen with your boyfriend’s cum running down between your thighs, thoughts of your upcoming final completely fucked out of your head.

Along with every other thought not revolving around your future husband.

Kuroo reaches for his phone to text his assistant and tell her to cancel all his meetings for tomorrow. He has to go ring shopping.