#and even then she moves that shit without checking with me beforehand

[savethepinecones]

so so sick of being yelled at for being depressed

[twstfanblog]

*~Period Drama~* Monday

A/N: Another thank you to @bun-lapin for allowing me to use their lovely OCs for this fic series! I love them so much and I'm having so much fun playing with them! Word Count: 8.4K Words Warnings: Mentions of Labor and Pregnancy, Emotional Breakdown, She/They OC Pronouns Pairings: Mentioned Yuu/Azul/Jamil/Malleus Poly, Paternal Crewel/Yuu Enjoy! Start, Saturday (Octavinelle), Sunday (Heartslabyul), Monday (Here), Monday pt2 (Diasomnia pt.1), Tuesday (Diasomnia pt2), Wednesday (Pomefiore), Thursday (Scarabia), Friday (Ignihyde)

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Yuu felt awful. Just total dog shit in a bag and on fire, awful. But, that was to be expected when they had their period and hadn’t been able to take any pain medication in their regular fashion. So, in all honesty, they were fine.

She checked herself over in the bathroom mirror. Huffing under their breath and trying to get their hair to settle in a less haggard style. They weren’t too sure if they should even go to class. But then they thought about the fact they enjoyed school in Twisted Wonderland. They had teachers who, begrudgingly, took time out of their days to help the students understand the coursework. It felt like some kind of disservice to skip out just to laze around their dorm in pain. Not to mention,  Crewel would have to either visit himself or have one of their friends bring them food and pain medicine throughout the day. It just sounded like a lot of unnecessary back-and-forth for everyone else that Yuu wasn’t in the mood to put their loved ones through.

 So, Yuu had put her big girl panties on — and a hand towel shoved into her underwear, hoping she wasn't going to bleed through it — and got out of bed to go to school. She should also try to pick Grim up from Scarabia. While she’s sure her cat companion was having fun being held and hand-fed gourmet crackers, she did miss the furball. And if Jamil’s update texts were of any merit, he was pouting about being away from her for so long too.

Now fully dressed, and stiff with muscle aches, Yuu sighed as they walked out of their dorm. At least they were able to leave much earlier than they normally would. No Grim to drag out of bed and the fact they had been awake for hours beforehand playing a very key role in their earlier departure. With the Sun just barely peeking over the thick woods, they started their journey to the main road to the school.

But, stepping onto the dirt path that branched off from the paved walkways of the school’s actual borders, Yuu pauses, calling out, “...Jack?”

Tall gray-furred ears perk up, the massive figure they were on freezing at the call of his name. Jack turned around slowly, almost in confusion at being called out to. But seeing it was Yuu who called to him, his wide-eyed expression shifted, his eyebrows creasing as his eyes darted to the dorm before moving back to Yuu, “Why are you outside?”

“No, no, good boy. This is still my property. I ask the questions first. What are you doing out here?” Yuu raises an eyebrow, walking closer to Jack and watching as he seemed to grow more nervous.

“I was…Just on my morning jog…”

“...At 7:30am?” Yuu smiles, tilting her at different angles with each question, “Without Vil? In your school uniform? Walking at a leisurely pace?”

“Yes, what of it?”

Yuu smiled, covering her mouth as she playfully batted at Jack’s arm, the other Freshmen scowling and twitching his body away from her hits, “Aw~. Were you checking on me?”

“NO, stop hitting me!”

“Oh, by the Seven. I lived to see the day! Jack Howl, caring for his classmates. His heart has softened! He shows his emotions on his sleeve! His tail is wagging with glee!” “Shut up! It’s not!” Jack quickly looked behind him, just to double check his tail wasn’t actually wagging before he turned back to Yuu, “That’s not important! Why are you outside? Go back inside!”

“No? I’m going to class.” Yuu shrugs, moving to walk past him before the towering freshman steps in their path, “Jack. I was in a silly goofy mood, but not enough for this. Step aside.”

Shaking his head, Jack folded his arms, “No. You’re injured. You should be resting, not going to school. We’ll bring you notes or something. Go back home.”

“No~.” Yuu tried to step past Jack again, only to lock them both into a half-step and jump dance that quickly had Yuu groaning in frustration, “Fucking move your enormous self!”

“No! You’re going back to Ramshackle to rest properly.” Jack moves forward, hands braced to clearly pick Yuu up to carry them back to the dorm physically.

“Jack.” Yuu steps back, a hand held up in a motion of ‘Stop’, “If you fucking touch me, I will shoot blood on you so hard it’ll bruise and never come out of your jacket.”

Jack instantly steps back, hands pulling back to his sides in mild fear. He…had no idea if that was even a thing. Was it a thing? Could Yuu actually somehow spray him with blood with enough pressure to harm him physically? He didn’t want to find out. Looking away, Jack steps back another pace, “I just…Should you be walking around? You don’t look good…”

Yuu sighed, tilting their head back, “I’m…gonna live. Don’t worry about it, I’m gonna get a quick pain potion from Crewel and just…fucking deal.” Rolling their neck, they shrug their shoulders and finally fell in step beside Jack. Taking the time to playfully slap his back, “Come on, good boy. We got an education to get.”

“...” Jack sighed, “Stop calling me that. Leona-Senpai keeps mocking me for it.”

“Good, you’re too big. You need to be mocked before you get any taller.”

The walk to the main building was longer than Yuu cared to remember. It was only longer with Jack constantly pointing out that Yuu counted as ‘ill’ and that it would make sense for them to skip class for the day. Then, when Yuu stated they were fine, Jack would offer to just carry them on his back to the school since they were clearly in pain.

“Jack, you’re very sweet. I will literally bleed on you just to prove a point. Drop it.”

The beastman huffed, looking away in annoyance but not bringing it up anymore on their walk. But in the semi-crowded hallways, Jack didn't want to leave her side. He looked conflicted, glancing at Yuu then down the hall to where he was supposed to be. The scent of their blood was more noticeable the longer he walked with them and he could only guess how much stronger it would get during the day. Looking around, he could see other beastmen glancing at them in various degrees of concern and bewilderment.

“Don’t you have to go to class?”

Looking from their surroundings, Jack turned back to Yuu. He sometimes forgot just how small they felt beside him. Yuu wasn't the shortest of their friends and they wore heels whenever they could, not to mention they fit into Night Raven almost too well with the number of students they've sent to the infirmary. But smelling their blood, seeing how tired and simply weathered they looked…it made a part of him want to just scoop them into his arms. Try to hum and growl the obvious pain away, like how his own parents did when he hurt himself in his childhood.

But, he'd rather Yuu actually spray him like some kind of demented blood skunk than say that to them, "Yeah I'm…Yuu. You know you smell…weird, right?"

The look in Yuu's eyes literally made a bead of cold sweat form at his temple. Piercing yellow eyes quickly looking away from deep, near soulless black as he stuttered. Yuu somehow managed to learn Crewel-Sensei's famous "I will skin you alive and wear it as a coat" glare, something that quickly put anyone on edge because they weren't sure if they'd actually try to do it.

"Not! Not like smell ‘bad' weird! Just…off…like…" he blushes, a hand coming up to nervously thumb at a pinned back ear, trying to find the right words, "You…you smell like a lady…"

The glare had thankfully faded to a simple "That was the dumbest thing I ever heard in my life" expression. Yuu tilted their head both in question and to look Jack directly in his sheepish eyes,"..." They sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose and gesturing down the hall with their other hand, "Jack, go to class."

"But-"

"Go to class."

"Bye, Yuu."

They sigh, watching Jack's hunched figure scurry down the hall and into a classroom. Honestly, the fucking men of this school…

With a spin on their heel, missing the crowd of beastmen who jump and scramble out of their way, they walk toward the teacher's lounge. Hopefully, they'll catch Crewel before he made his way to homeroom for the morning roll call.

Instead, Yuu ran into Jamil and Kalim. The two Sophomores standing in front of a classroom and seeming to be arguing. Grim held in one of Jamil’s arms and clearly pouting. Whether it was from the lazy hold or his own bad mood, Yuu couldn't tell.

"I can take Grim with me to class. You already have issues focusing and Grim won't be any help in that avenue."

Kalim pouts, trying to take Grim from Jamil only to be denied each time, "Come on! You won't cuddle with him and he'll be so sad until lunch. Shouldn't we do our best to keep him happy until Yuu is feeling better?"

Jamil rolls his eyes, smacking Kalim’s hand away once again, "Yuu doesn't even try to keep Grim happy at all times. He can handle not being cradled for a few hours."

Yuu walks up beside the two, hands easily snatching Grim from Jamil’s grasp in his surprise, "I don't indulge him, Jamil. There's a difference." Yuu smiles, feeling Grim instantly start purring under her grip, shifting him until he was able to rest his arms on her shoulders in a lazy hug, "Sup buddy?"

"Why the hell are you here?"

"Hello to you too, Jamil, my love."

Grim grumbles, nuzzling into Yuu's shoulder, but pulling his ears back at their scent, "You still smell weird…" his grumbles turning into purrs as Yuu scratches behind his ear.

"Yeah. I'm still on the bleed, but I should be ok."

"How!?" Jamil looked ready to either burst a blood vessel, or simply grapple them to the ground to drag them back to Ramshackle. Which was fair, but Yuu felt like if anyone besides Grim touched them they'd start swinging.

Yuu shrugs, "It's fine. I'm…living. I can handle a day at school. Did it all the time back home."

"Yeah, I don't think that was healthy…" Kalim gives them a nervous smile, clearly wanting to gather them up in a hug but having enough sense to take note of their expression, "You look…upset…"

"Oh, I am. But, that's normal during this."

Jamil finally relaxed, if only to pinch the bridge of his nose, "Why are you here? You should be home, you're not well."

"Jamil." Yuu placed a hand on one of his shoulders, stepping closer to press their sides together and let the Sophomore wrap his arms around them. The contact was slowly worsening their mood, but they needed to ease Jamil’s nerves somehow, "It's gonna be fine. I'm on my way to get a pain potion from Crewel. I'm going to be sitting all day. So unless by some miraculous, horrible, divine intervention and periods become contiguous? Everyone else is gonna be fine, too."

"..." Kalim suddenly stepped back, his hands covering his lower stomach in brief panic, "Wait, it's contiguous?"

"No, you fucking- I'm gonna go." Yuu pulls away from Jamil, managing to pry the Sophomore's hands from their jacket, " I'm gonna go before I clock Kalim in the face."

"Me!? What'd I do!? I'm sorry!"

"Stop talking." Yuu took a breath, moving their arms to properly support Grim slung over their shoulder, "No offense Kalim, but the sound of your voice is activating my fight response. So I'm leaving before I put it into action." They nodded in farewell, almost stomping away from the confused duo. Missing the panic that slowly grew over Jamil’s face before he pulled his phone out and started texting someone.

Yuu walked down the hallway, doing her best to keep her mood above the poverty line. Beastmen bobbed and weaved through the crowds, watching Yuu through doorways and running back around corners when they saw she had noticed their staring. Normally she’d attribute it to Savanaclaw reacting to one of her and Leona’s public squabbles, but too many uniforms were sporting non-yellow ribbons to only be the Beast King’s dorm.

Showing up to the ornate door of the teachers' lounge, Yuu saw a group of beastmen from various dorms crowded around it whispering sharply among themselves. Yuu stood back a few moments before speaking up, “Are you guys gonna move or go in?” 

The yowl the cat beastmen let out made everyone jump. Yuu stepped back as they all turned to look at her in what could be described as ‘horror’. 

“...Um…Hi?”

“Do you need help!?”

“...” Yuu looked at the other beastmen, each one almost shaking with panicked expressions, “I gotta…get into the teachers’ lounge. So can you guys move?”

They moved as a unit, one of them even shoving another to get him out of their path faster. They stood in a single file line beside the door, looking at them in a mix of respect and fear. One started to scramble to remove his jacket, placing it on the ground for Yuu to walk on as if it were some kind of tiny red carpet. The taller boy smiles sheepishly and gestured for Yuu to go into the room.

…

Yuu looked down, doing their best to not walk on the jacket, “Okay…Thank you…Please leave.”

There was a second scrambling, the same student shoving the other straight to the ground as they all tried to leave. The cat beastman doubled back. He stood fidgeting with his fingers and biting his lip. Looking at him closer Yuu could see he was from Heartslabyul. Seeming to gather up his courage, he looked at her with a firm nod, “You’re doin’ great!'' Then he turned tail and ran down the hall. The group of them peeking from around the corner before fully disappearing.

…

Grim pulled his head from Yuu’s shoulder, looking at them in sleepy confusion, “What was that about?”

“I…I wish I could tell you, Grim…Let’s just go see Crewel.” Yuu leaves the jacket on the ground, stepping over it awkwardly and opening the door, “Oh, papa dog? Your favorite puppy is here.” Crewel’s head snapped around from his seat, Ingrid giving his neck a concerned look at the audible pop she heard from across the table, “Why!?” He looked Yuu over in bewilderment, standing up and rushing  to them, “WHY ARE YOU HERE!?”

“Well, I'm in this room to get some pain relief. But, I’m in the building to go to school? That thing you guys really want me to do? To get an education or something?”

“WHY-” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to calm himself down. He bends down and places a hand on Yuu’s free shoulder, pulling her closer to speak softly, “My sweet puppy. My little mongrel. My mini menace��Why are you coming to school when you are actively bleeding from your vagina?”

“Because I’m not a little bitch?”

“You wanna repeat that?”

“Okay, okay!” Ingrid stood from her seat, gathering up the designs and fabric swatches she and Crewel were going over and quickly getting between the ‘father-daughter’ duo, “You two hotheads can cool down. Crewel, she’s here and willing to stay for classes. Now, as teachers, we’re not going to try to dissuade a student from attending classes now are we?” 

Ignoring Crewel’s grumbled response, the redheaded woman turns to Yuu. Her smile turning strained as she gets a good look at the Freshmen. A part of her filing away the cutting remark of ‘hit by a truck chic’. But she keeps smiling, tilting her head in a questioning manner, “Yuu, are you…sure…you wanna go to class?”

Yuu sighed, taking one arm from supporting Grim to pinch at her nose. Copying the pose Crewel had just done only moments ago. Ingrid tried to keep her coo to herself. By the Seven, she really behaved like a mini Crewel at times.

“Ms. Oster. I'm fine. This is totally normal; it’d actually be weirder if I didn't go to school. Unless I'm like…dying, there's no reason for me not to deal with my daily burdens while on my period. I just need a painkiller and I'll be good for the day or at least until lunch.”

Ingrid looks from the corner of her eye, taking in Crewel’s upset face before the bicolor-haired man scoffs. He rolls his eyes and turns on his heel, red bottom lace-up loafers clicking against the floor.

“I swear, you were born to a damned dystopia. No one should be leaving their home, let alone their bed, when bleeding like this!” He threw open the doors of a medicine cabinet roughly, fully stocked with all sorts of pain relievers though most of them were formulated for headaches. Being a teacher was hard enough; being a teacher at Night Raven College was a gauntlet.

Yuu shrugged, managing to catch the potion Crewel had flung at them. They were sure if they hadn't the teacher would have used their ‘decreased hand-eye coordination’ as a reason they shouldn't be in school. Uncorking the bottle, they gulped it down. While the pain was easing, none of the other symptoms did. They still felt awful, bloated, and as the fizzy thick syrup settled in their stomach, nauseous. 

Hearing the small groan Yuu made, Crewel clicked his tongue, “Puppy, I'm serious. Go back to bed, you're not well.” His stern tone dipped into worry on his last word, expression changing from angry to concerned as he walked closer to them.

Yuu waves not only him but Ingrid off, breathing evenly to get their body back in check, “I'll be fine…period never stopped me before, no reason for it to stop me now…” they sighed, letting Ingrid press a hand to their forehead briefly.

“...” Ingrid hummed, pulling her hand away to instead pick and straighten Yuu's uniform, “They don't have a fever…and they did manage to walk all the way up here. She might be okay to stay, Crewel…”

“Ha!” Yuu smiled at Crewel, “Get outvoted, bitch.”

“You wanna stay for classes!? Fine!” Crewel slapped his crop in his hand out of frustration, growling under his breath before waving the crop around as he walked, “Well then, hurry up, puppy. Follow me to class. You're lucky it's joint lessons today. Homeroom and potions will just be lectures.”

Even though Grim groaned in their arms, complaining about how boring just sitting was going to be, Yuu was pleased, “Perfect. I don't have the beans to actually measure shit out right now.”

“Amazing. It sounds like you shouldn't have come to classes.”

Ingrid chuckles, waving the two away as they leave the room, still nipping comments at each other in annoyance. Once she was sure they were gone, she whipped out her phone. Typing furiously into the teachers' chat room. If Yuu was going to be on campus, she needed to make sure Hui-Yan kept a certain someone in Diasomnia for as long as possible.

Yuu and Crewel walked into the room, the teacher lightly shoving Yuu toward their seat, “Sit. And if I see blood on the chair when you leave, I'm dragging you back to Ramshackle.”

Their response was to quickly flip Crewel off, rushing over to their seat when the teacher raised his crop in a threatening manner. Sitting down, they nod their head in a greeting to their friends before placing Grim on the desktop, “Sup?”

Ace and Deuce were staring wide-eyed, each leaning on the table in an effort to get a clear view of them. The duo looked at each other, then looked across the room to Jack and Epel. Jack carrying a pinched expression, the look of guilt just barely coming across as Epel ogled aghast. The purple-haired boy gestured as subtly as he could, not wanting to call attention to himself as Crewel started to write on the board.

Deuce cleared his throat, hesitantly nudging his arm against Yuu's, “Yuu…do you really wanna be here right now? With everything going on?”

“Do you wanna die, Deuce?”

“...” The spade card soldier shared a fearful glance with Ace before answering, “No…?”

“Yeah, but you're gonna do it one day anyway. That's how I'm doing right now, so don't talk to me about this.”

Ace winches, tilting his head in confusion, “If you don't feel well why didn't you just stay home?”

“Ace, I don't…wanna have to explain this to you guys all day. I don't feel good but I'm not dying. Just leave me alone and we can all get through today with our bones.”

The Heartslabyul duo clearly wanted to say something else, hoping to wear down their friend into going home. But the resting bitch face was stronger than normal, and neither wanted to test if Yuu was willing to actually attack them during class. So instead they sat quietly, taking their time to send messages with the other first years across the room.

Throughout the class, Yuu's glare only got worse. A headache almost forming from just how strained their facial muscles were. Crewel snapping his crop more than normal wasn't helping either. The professor kept dead stopping in his lecture to demand the attention of the class. Yuu didn't hear anything that would normally call his ire. Sparing a glance around the room, they noticed a few beastmen quickly look away when their eyes met.

Yuu managed to keep eye contact with one, a canine beastman jumping up from his seat, seeming to ready himself to vault over the table.

“SIT DOWN!” The crop hit Crewel’s desk so hard Yuu was afraid that the poor wand would just snap in half at some point.

The yell was enough to send the beastman crashing back into his seat. The Ignihyde student blushing furiously as he tried to curl away from the view of his classmates.

The class settled into an uncomfortable silence, Crewel grumbling before he turned back around to aggressively write on the chalkboard, the chalk squeaking harshly with each swipe.

Yuu sighs, gathering an already snoozing Grim into their arms and using him as a mock pillow. Lying their head down, they closed their eyes and welcomed the half nap that quickly took them over.

If coming to classes was a ‘bad idea’, going to PE was a horrible, shitty idea. Yuu had only gotten into their uniform by the grace of the Seven and whatever many other icons decided to help. The fact they'd need to change again after class only made their stomach churn.

By the time they walked out to the field, they were the last one to line up. Jack sends them a glance from down the line but straightens up as their teachers call for their attention.

Vargas boomed out a laugh, “Now that you’re all here, let’s get those muscles primed and trained! Let’s do some quick stretches, then you’ll pick which training to do today. Either strength training with me or endurance training with Professor Dubhghall.”

Iomhar Dubhghall was a tall, quiet man. From afar, he looked like an average person, but standing closer, you saw just how large the man was, broad-shouldered and long-limbed. While he did teach physical education like Vargas, he spent most of his time focusing on a sparring-centered class that was only open to the 3rd-years. Yuu had met him only a handful of times, delivering staff handouts in Crowley's place was the only real way their paths crossed. He rarely spoke, but Yuu had the impression he was pleased enough with her. He had once called her back during a delivery to teach her a few moves on a practice dummy before sending her on her way.

Yuu didn’t mind the other gym teacher; she kind of preferred his quiet judgment over Vargas’ bombastic demands to ‘build muscle’. Overall, a more balanced teacher.

Sadly, neither PE activity was high on their list to do. They groaned and grumbled through the stretches, Jack muttering back to them that the stretches were almost over, to hold on for just a bit longer. Touching their toes made their stomach roll, having to swallow down what they feared really was vomit. Once the warm-ups were done, Yuu groaned, sitting down on the ground as the other students quickly divided themselves among the activities.

Epel tried to walk closer, a nervous expression on his face, before he was called from one side of the field. Someone obviously taunting him about not being brave enough to spar. The Pomefiore Freshmen growled, looking at Jack before the two of them nodded, Epel running after the student who mocked him. Instead of picking an activity, Jack stood vigilant beside their seated form, eyes scanning the crowd. Every now and again, he’d growl or increase his glare in a direction.

Ace and Deuce ran around the track, Grim hot on their ankles as they would look over every time they passed her. The Heartslabyul duo checking on her in their own way.

Vargas looks to the side, opening his mouth to call Yuu over, only to stop at a firm hand resting on his shoulder. Iomhar didn’t turn to face Vargas’ confused glance, only shaking his head. Vargas huffed, folding his arms but not calling out to Yuu, “I don’t see why she should be allowed to sit out…If she had the energy to come to class, she’s got the energy to build her muscle.”

Iomhar shook his head again, “Just because she had the will to get to the mountain doesn’t mean she has the might to climb it. Not today at least…”

“What does today have anything to do with it?”

“...” The other teacher looked at Vargas with an exasperated look, “Do you not check your phone?” 

Yuu sat silently, hands gripping and ripping into the grass in a method to distract themselves. Luckily, Jack kept his strange guard around her. The Savanaclaw student every now and again rushing around to grab and offer Yuu a cold water bottle that she would only accept half the time. Mid swallow, a familiar Heartslabyul student walked closer, ears pinned back as Jack growled at the cat beastmen.

“Jack…Calm down.” Yuu tilted their head at the Heartslabyul beastman, questioning glare just a bit fiercer than necessary, “What do you want?”

“...” The cat beastman suddenly got nervous, shuffling his feet and looking down before breathing out, “We made you something…Come see?”

“...I guess?” Yuu groans, standing to their feet and sighing, “What’s this thing?”

The student perks up, gesturing behind him to the bleachers, “It’s under there! Me and some others worked hard on it so it’d be extra comfortable for you.” A beat of silence passes before the beastman steps closer, “Do you need me to carry you?”

Fuck no? That was what Yuu was going to say. Instead, they had to force down a gag as they felt themselves being scooped up and jostled into large, firm arms. Once the nausea faded, they realized they were in Jack’s arms. Their Savanaclaw friend glaring daggers at the shorter student.

“I’ll carry them. Just lead the way…” Jack looks at their bewildered face, ears pinning back in embarrassment, “Sorry…Should've asked…”

“You shouldn’t have in the first place.”

Jack hummed in what had better be agreement, following the jittery Heartslabyul student behind the bleachers. When they arrived, Yuu still wasn’t sure what they were supposed to be looking at. On the ground, protected from the dirt by a tarp, was a pile of fabrics. It looked like a mess of school uniforms all piled together and formed to give it a side so that someone could lie lounge style. Looking longer. Yuu noticed a few pieces of clothing that belonged to her friends. Epel’s ruffled dress shirt, Ace’s tie with a playing card tucked into the back folds, and what seemed to be Deuce’s track hoodie.

Silence passed, until Yuu spoke up, “What the fuck am I looking at?”

The group all deflates, turning to start whispering to each other. ‘They don’t like it.’ ‘I told you we should have put food nearby!’. ‘We didn’t get enough of their friends' stuff…’

“No, don’t ignore me, tell me what the fuck I’m looking at!”

Jack huffed but didn’t demand an answer either. Readjusting them in his arms before turning away with a mutter of, “Pitiful…” Exiting the bleachers as the group of beastmen starts to mobilize again.

“I’ll go grab snacks!” “You! Go grab some blankets and pillows from your dorm!”

“How did I not think of it!? Pomefiore is a haven of proper materials!”

Yuu scowled, upset from still being unanswered, “Jack. What in the green eyes of the thorn fairy was that bullshit?”

Jack glanced away, ears pinning back as a conflicted expression crossed his face, “...” He opened his mouth.

“Jack. If you tell me something along the lines of, ‘I smell like a lady’ again…something…will happen to both of us…”

And his mouth snapped shut, the clinking of his teeth being the only noise he made. Reaching back to their plot of free space, Jack moves to place Yuu back on the ground.

“No.”

“Alright…” Jack stood up straight, keeping Yuu in his arms. Eyes scanning the surrounding area for various “dangers”.

From the side, Vargas looked up from his phone and groaned, “Iomhar, look at this! They’re not even sitting anymore! Howl’s carrying them around. I’ve had plenty of muscle cramps in my life, this can’t be as bad as everyone is claiming it is.”

Iomhar again shook his head, “Yuu’s already primed to fight anyone they please. It’s even more so now, and I don’t believe any fondness they hold will stop them from trying to hurt someone…So if they attack you, I’m not pulling them off your neck.”

“Phhht. I doubt they’d be able to reach my gloriously robust neck. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of fighting Little Ramshackle?”

“I don’t fight children, Vargas. I at most spar with them, and at least, train them.”

“Oh, and I assume flipping the Schoenheit boy three times in one match was sparring.”

“It was. It was in the ring and everything.”

Yuu glared at her friends, Grim held firmly in her arms, “Literally…All of you?”

Epel smiled, a bead of sweat just barely rolling down his temple as he tried to steady a clearly distressed Sebek who was clawing at the hallway wall in a bent-over position, “Sorry…Sebek’s really not feeling well. Ace, Deuce, and Jack are helping me since Diasomnia gives me the creeps. We’ll try to be back by lunch! To keep you company!”

Yuu shook her head, walking past the group of nervous boys, “Don’t worry about it. Take little bitch boy Sebek back to Diasomnia. I’ll…take notes or something, I don’t know…”

Deuce spoke up, nervously rubbing the back of his head, “Do you…wanna come with us-”

“NO!” Sebek jumps up from his huddled position, the panic clear in his expression as though Deuce just suggested they all go line up to punch Malleus in the face. He realized his outburst, turning to Yuu with a fearful expression, “Uh…I mean…Please don’t come to Diasomnia.”

“...” Yuu blinked before shaking her head and walking into Trien’s room. Whatever was going on today with everyone was something she did not have the bones or spoons to try to figure out.

The potion had started to fade, feeling the tightening pressure did nothing to help their rolling empty stomach. Their mood had also not gotten any better. For the rest of gym class, the same beastmen students had continuously called Jack to carry them back behind the bleachers and show off increasingly elaborate piles of fabric. They still refused to just tell them what the fuck the mess was supposed to be, only growing more determined to ‘get it right’. But when they had failed by the end of the class, they had actually apologized to them profusely and wished them luck before rushing off to their own classes.

So, by Night Raven boy standards, very fucking weird.

Yuu should have asked at least one of her friends to stay behind in class with them. One of them to act as a buffer against the wide-eyed stares of various Freshmen and Sophomore students who hadn’t seen them yet today. She clicks her tongue, looking around the room and breathing a sigh of relief seeing Ruggie. The hyena beastman had a half-eaten donut shoved in his mouth, slowly chewing to make it disappear, and rifling through his beaten-up bag. And just her luck, the seat next to him was empty.

They sat, letting Grim crawl out of their arms and getting comfortable, as much as they could with the cramps slowly returning and the feeling of a moist hand towel against their pussy, “Hey Ruggie.”

“Hey-Hold the fuck on…” Ruggie whips around, looking at them as though they were back from the dead. The hyena leaned closer to them, sniffling deeply before pulling back so hard he almost tipped out of his seat, “By the seven, are you okay!?”

Grim gave Yuu a nervous glance, waving a paw as he tried to warn Ruggie to calm down his concern, “Uh…Hey listen-”

“Ruggie, do you wanna be okay?”

“...” The Savanaclaw Sophomore actually looked down, seeming to weigh his options before he looked up and nodded, “Yeah?”

“Okay, then I’m gonna need something from you.”

“Sure! What ya need? You want some water? I think I got an unopened bottle left, hell, just take the one I had, too. You must be hungry, you’ve probably been working hard all day. Let me see if I got anything in here to eat-”

“Ruggie.” Once Yuu was certain they had his attention, they motioned him to lean closer again. He did, though he looked mildly reluctant to do so. Once he was close enough, Yuu gripped him by the collar and pulled him even closer to whisper, “I want you to shut the fuck up. Just…Just shut the fuck up for the whole class. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Less intensity.”

“Yeah, I can do that…Do you want the water though?”

“...” Yuu sighed. Maybe water would help their growing nausea. “Fine. And a sucker if you got it.”

Ruggie turned and searched through his bag, quickly pulling out a fresh water bottle and a handful of brightly colored suckers to dump on the table, “Here you go. Made them myself. The yellow ones are lemon; you like lemon, right-”

“Ruggie.”

“Sorry.” The hyena raised his hands, scooting away as much as he could without pressing against the other student beside him.

The joint history class was passing by. That being the best way Yuu could describe it. Trein’s dry voice, while being the worst kind of ASMR, had a calming effect on Yuu's thoughts. While it was history here, Yuu couldn't help but hear the lecture as a very detailed fairytale being read aloud in a fancy library. She could feel herself finally relaxing, stomach being slightly appeased by the sweet-flavored lemon suckers.

If she had bothered to look around, Yuu would have noticed how the beastmen around her were finally calming down, too. The clearly distressed mood from the Ramshackle prefect doing more damage than she thought it would have.

But the peace was broken, just as Yuu crunched down on their second sucker, the cracking being more audible than they were expecting. But seeing how Trein didn't stop speaking or even turn to them, they grabbed another sucker and started to open it-

“Sensei? Is Ramshackle supposed to be eating?”

It was like time had frozen. Trein’s writing had stopped abruptly, the chalk in hand snapping off in his tightened grip. Every beastman nearly stopped breathing, turning to glare at the Scarabia student who had spoken up.

Ruggie turned to Yuu, opening his mouth to tell them to not mind the student, they could keep eating their sucker. Only to jump back as Yuu stood up, slamming their hands on the table.

Trein felt his face pinch, watching Yuu gather up the half-empty water bottle and numerous unopened suckers. He sighed as Yuu walked toward the small wastebasket by the door, “Yuu, you don’t need to-”

“No, it’s fine!” Yuu shrugged in an almost frantic motion, slamming the water bottle into the wastebasket hard enough that the poor plastic bowl had nearly tipped over, “It’s fine. I just can’t fucking have anything!” They had moved onto the suckers, whipping each one into the basket with enough force that everyone was able to hear the candy being broken on impact, “It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine!” At the end, they simply threw all of the suckers into the trash.

The room remained silent, waiting in bated breath as Yuu stomped back to their seat, ignoring the concerned looks from Grim and Ruggie. Without saying anything, Ruggie slipped his hand into Yuu’s, holding it firmly as a form of silent support. They looked over, expression clear that they were not pleased, but didn’t pull their hand away.

Trein looked over his class. The beastmen not close to Yuu were spending their energy glaring at the student who had spoken up; those closer were trying to subtly pass items to Bucchi. Hidden juice packs, different candies, and savory snacks. All things that were forbidden in his classroom besides a Pomefiore beastmen trying to hand over his gallon-sized personalized water bottle. He sighed. If he had the time to properly speak, he would have told the student to pay attention to the lesson and not his classmates sitting silently, minding their own business.

Sighing, he turned back to the board, grabbing a fresh piece of chalk, “Now…as I was saying…”

The lesson continued on, the air clearly tense as Yuu started to tap on their table in an increasingly aggressive manner.

Trein turns to the class, “Can anyone tell me what tactic was used in the battle against the invaders of the East Kingdom?” Seeing no one raising their hand, he unfortunately fell back on muscle memory. Yuu had shown great promise in his class, excitedly asking questions about historical events and even reading texts for the Sophomore or Junior classes on their own time. So it didn't occur to him that calling on them in their current state was not the right move to make, “Yuu? Would you care to enlighten the class?”

“...” Yuu stood from their seat, leaving behind a confused Grim and Ruggie, and walked out of the room. The door slamming hard behind them and rattling the surrounding frames.

…

Trein sighed, turning back to the chalkboard and continued writing, “Does anyone have the answer?”

The botanical gardens were always pleasant. Perfect temperature, no matter the season, full of fresh-smelling air. Even when the magical dome had its annual rainshower, Yuu wasn't above gathering their friends and sitting under a tree to chat in the sprinkle. Which is probably why the gardens were the first place their legs took them.

Just where he normally was, Leona lying down with his arms folded under his head in a relaxed pose. The Junior napping peacefully in his patch of overgrown grass. She sat beside Leona, moving to stretch her back as she did during gym.

Leona’s eyes snap open after a few beats of silence. He sat up on his elbows, looking at Yuu with wide eyes, “...” He tilted his head, eyes flickering to their lower body, “Are you okay?”

Yuu sat up, winding back their fist and punched Leona directly in the chest.

“AUH! You little-” Leona had pulled his hand back, fully prepared to backhand Yuu in retaliation before he paused. Taking in Yuu's face, he noted how pathetic they looked, even though they were glaring at him. He groaned and clenched his hand tightly. Having to remember his key reasons for not just striking back at every sucker punch Yuu managed to land on him. ‘They were younger than him. ’ ‘They didn’t have magic.’ ‘They knew better than to just hit him, so they clearly want him to do something. ’ He breathed in, putting his hand back down and raising an eyebrow at the angry scowl on Yuu’s face, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with everyone else!?” Yuu waved their arms around, as though Leona could see the examples all around them, “This whole fucking day, everyone’s been acting so weird! Jack was basically a fucking bodyguard for me during gym! Hell, Ruggie was almost trying to hand-feed me during history!”

Leona mumbled under his breath, realizing just how late in the day it had become, “Fuck, I overslept…”

“Plus, like, I think every beastman is acting like I’m about to explode if they don’t treat me like the most delicate little flower.” Yuu turned to Leona, confusion easily bleeding into their scowl, “Like, what the fuck is going on today!?”

“...” Leona points to between Yuu’s legs, nose wrinkling as he sniffles the air softly. “What’s happening down there?”

“I’m on my period…”

“Yeah, because I clearly know what the hell that is, Feral.”

Yuu groans out, the force of it almost making them slump over before they snap back up, “I’m bleeding out my pussy. Don’t freak out, it’s normal for me,”

Leona brought his fingers to his temple, sighing, “Yeah, that’ll do it…”

“Do what!?”

“Send everyone into a fucking panic. You smell like you’re in active labor…” Leona suddenly looked at them from the corner of his eye, “You aren’t, right? If that lizard actually knocked you up while you’re still in school-”

“I’m not pregnant! This is literally happening because I’m not pregnant!”

Leona leaned away, doing his best to not roll his eyes, “Okay. By the seven…I'm just saying if he did, you can sue him over that.”

“Leona, I'm not suing my boyfriend just because you've got some kinda one-sided blood feud with him.”

“One, it's not one-sided. Two, it's sound legal advice. You two had a binding agreement, and if he broke it, you have the right to-”

“Words can not express how much I want you to shut, the fuck, up…”

Leaning back, Leona scoffed. Arms going back to their folded position as he reclined on the grass, eyes closing, “Fine. Get fucked over for all I care…” After a beat of silence, he sighs out, cracking an eye to look at Yuu, “What happened? You're supposed to be in history. You're a little goody for Trein, normally.”

“...” Yuu sighs, taking the standing silent invitation and lying down beside Leona, hands folded over the growingly tense muscles of their pelvis, “It's just been…a lot today. I can normally handle my period just fine, but…” 

The following silence quickly sombered their conversation. Leona gave Yuu his full attention, raising an eyebrow as a silent gesture for Yuu to continue. His concern almost showing on his face when they don’t respond to him, “Yuu-”

“YUU!?”

Leona’s ears pressed against his head at the yell echoing in the garden. He grumbles under his breath and sits up again, sniffing in the direction of the yell before calling out, “Stop making so much noise. We’re over here.”

Ruggie comes rushing around the corner, Grim just barely hanging onto him from his shoulder. In his arms were blankets and multiple kinds of snacks and drinks. “There you are! Are you ok? Ya hungry? I got some cold juice on the way over here. Leona, how's it looking? Are the contractions far apart still?”

… Yuu rolls over to fully press their face into the ground, frustrated screaming slowly growing in volume as they bang their fists against the grass. Ruggie had attempted to rush over, dropping the bundle in his arms only to be stopped by Leona’s outstretched hand.

“Calm down, she’s not pregnant. Just being a little bitch.”

“Wait, what?”

The screaming had died down, Ruggie and Leona speaking in quick mumbles to each other. Grim slipped off of Ruggie’s shoulder, cautiously nudging at Yuu’s prone arm.

“Hold on…this is normal?”

Leona shrugs, running a hand through his hair as he sighed, “I’m guessing from how pissed they’re being about people worrying over them…” His green eyes looked over Ruggie, noting his empty arms before he scowled, “And where’s my lunch?”

Ruggie rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue and picking at the collar of his too-big button-up, “Well, forgive me for being more worried about the potentially pregnant person about to pop out a baby to get you a damn sandwich…”

“That’s not an excuse to not do your job-”

Grim whined, pushing against Yuu’s arm even harder than before, “Yuuuuuu! Come on, henchman, I'm hungry! Don’t you wanna go get lunch-”

“NO!” Yuu snaps up, their yelling sending Grim rolling away from them and scrambling to hide behind an equally stunned Leona and Ruggie, “No! I wanna take a shit and die. Just fucking pass away from the mortal coil!”

“Yuu-”

“It shouldn’t be this fucking hard!” Yuu pulled themselves up from the ground, kneeling as they look at their hands, trying to find the answers to their boiling-over questions and concerns, “It’s normal! It’s fucking basic as fuck! Periods shouldn’t be this hard, things shouldn’t be this hard!”

Ruggie and Leona share a look with each other, the Sophomore trying to step closer, “Hey, bud, it’s okay-”

“IT’S NOT RUGGIE, AND THAT’S THE PROBLEM!” Yuu was almost shaking from the force of their welling emotions, “Everyone is acting like something’s wrong! And that has never happened to me past just ‘Oh fuck, your period started? You need a tampon?’ And that’s it! Like, I knew things were different here, obviously. But I don’t think about it, you know? But now I am, because everyone is acting weird when it’s just my period, it's not a big deal! But it is a big deal here! A lot of shit is a big deal here. And I'm thinking about where I came from a lot now and holy shit, I'm never gonna see those people or places again. And I'm okay with that, I’ve been okay with that! But, oh my fucking God, I am craving comforts and shit that I'm never going to have again. And I'm spiraling, thinking about the few things I do regret and how I'm never gonna be able to fix them. I won't even get to try! Does anyone even know I'm gone? Did anyone care? I'm in a place where I don't actually exist, bleeding out my pussy with basically no support, and I'm realizing I have never felt more alone.”

The only sound was Yuu’s harsh breathing, the magicless human trying to take deep breaths to calm her rolling stomach and fight against the tears threatening to spill. The three males all shared a look, having a silent conversation with a series of eyebrow raises and glares. In the end, Leona sighed, leaning over to place a hand on Yuu’s shoulder.

“Oi…Feral…You okay?”

“...Yeah…” Yuu’s face pinched up, a single sound of struggle slipping out as she shook her head, “No…” Turning, she dry heaved onto the grass.

“Oh, by the Seven…” Leona moved, reaching over and pulling Yuu’s hair back in time for them to let out a wet-sounding retch that finally brought up a bit of watery bile. He held their hair, silently directing Ruggie to wrap up the food items in one of the many blankets. He only looked back to Yuu once the vomiting had stopped, helping them to sit up, “Feel better now?”

Yuu looked at Leona, finally losing the days long fight to not cry. They shake their head again, tilting it down as they whimper, “I wanna go home…”

“Alright…” Leona slips his arms around Yuu’s body, easily scooping the smaller into his hold and cradling them close, “You shoulda stayed home in the first place…”

“Shut up…”

Leona looks to Ruggie, using one of his hands to grip the makeshift bag of treats, “Watch the weasel, I'm taking them home.” He made his way out of the garden, calling over his shoulder, “And you better have my lunch by the time I’m back!”

Ruggie sighed, sharing a look with Grim before he gave a disgusted look to the puddle of vomit on the ground, “I should find a hose or something to clean this up…smells awful-”

“Uh…Ruggie?” Once Grim was sure he had the hyena’s attention he pointed a paw to the top of the greenhouse dome, noting the fast-rolling dark clouds, sparks of green lightning seen inside them, “Should we be worried about that…?”

“...Shit…”

“Cozy?” Leona pulled away, making sure Yuu was completely covered by the blanket. She was curled up on the couch, sniffling and getting themselves fully comfortable before nodding their head, “Good.” Leona pulled a basket closer, the snacks Ruggie had gathered filling it to the top, as he offered a juice box to them.

Yuu took the box, the tops of their arms leaving the warmth of the blankets to open the drink. Sipping once from the tiny straw, before speaking, “Thank you…”

“Yeah, yeah. You owe me for this. Coming to school when you were sick and then throwing a tantrum like that…you know better, Feral.” but looking at Yuu's pitiful face, he felt his own frown soften. Kneeling down, he pets Yuu's head, subtly checking for a fever, “...Are you gonna be alright alone?” he asked it so softly Yuu almost missed it.

They smile, sniffling and wiping at their eyes, “Yeah…I think I just need a good cry…if it gets bad, I'll call someone. Promise.”

He nods his head, standing up and walking to the doorway of the lounge, “On or off?” At Yuu's soft call of ‘off’, he flipped the light switch. With the room in darkness, Leona gave one last grunt of goodbye, walking away as he heard Yuu's silent crying turn to choked-back sobs.

Outside of Ramshackle, he noted the shift in weather. The clouds he had noticed on the walk in had completely taken over the sky, still rolling like the bubbles of an overheating potion. And as he stepped onto the path leading away from the building, he saw a growing spark of green lightning. The lights crackling and seeming to follow the path of something, or rather someone walking in the direction to Ramshackle.

Leona sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking forward. Seems like he'd have to be the one to talk to Malleus…

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Chapter 24

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. This story will follow several of the events that Ateez have done in the past year for Golden Hour Part 2, that being said I will not be able to include everything. 

Contains she/her pronouns.

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General Warnings: cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness. 

CHAPTER WARNINGS - ANGST, CONFLICT, overthinking, description of bruises and panic attacks, Hot Hot Hot Sangie, lots of embarrassing Wooyo, let me know if I should add more.

Here I thought last chapter was long, I am really proud of this one! It is a whirlwind so buckle up 😅😘 Some of this chapter was an idea from my beloved moot @breadedloafs! Let me know what you think! <3 Moonie

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You were wandering around Paris, the sun hadn't even risen nor was it near time for it to. Everything was dimmed as you walked around, the shops were vacant and you could just feel the cool night air as you walked. You let it calm you, the ache in your chest has still been lingering, he hadn't even acknowledged you trying to get into the elevator. What did you fuck up this time? The hair on the back of your neck raised as you were walking. You turned back to see if anyone was following you and no one was there. The feeling intensified as you walked back to your hotel. As soon as you got to the doors there was a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look and it was someone you hadn’t seen in years. His face hasn't changed from a permanent scowl; something that didn't surprise you in the slightest. Before you could say anything he raised a hand and slapped you. Your head fell to the side as he did so. 

Your vision cleared and you could clearly see his face now. His red rimmed eyes and flushed face were something that was burned in your memory. He was sneering at you and had been speaking to you but you couldn't hear him properly. It was almost like your head was under water. He repeatedly slapped you, his lips paused every time beforehand like he was asking you questions. He wound up one final slap and sent you to the floor; from there he was kicking you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hongjoong just standing there watching. 

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You woke up with a start, your breathing was ragged and you could feel the tears rolling from your eyes. That was too damn real. You were too warm, even though you had thrown the covers off in your sleep. The Hetmongi was the closest thing to you so you grabbed it and hugged the shit out of the small plushie. You curled up on yourself, you could feel your breath coming in shaky pants. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't get a deep breath. You could barely suck in enough air to keep you from feeling lightheaded. Your sight got even more blurry and you could feel yourself start to shake. The heat that was burning in your body felt like the sun was trying to escape from your skin. 

You couldn't even feel your body move as you reached out to your phone, without thinking you got into it, you didn't check the time you didn't look at who you were calling you just called. You set the phone beside you, not knowing what you did if it was a facetime call or if it was a regular call. You couldn't hear past the roaring in your ears, every sense you had was blurring together. 

“Sojunghan (Precious), what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“Nightmare– can't breathe– help–” your voice sounded horrid as you spoke, you couldn't even get a full word out before you hiccuped while trying to get a breath in. There was some shuffling around and not even a second later Jongho’s voice came over the speakers again. He was singing. You could recognize the tune but the name of it wasnt coming to your foggy brain. 

“Haebalagi (Sunflower), everything is going to be okay, just listen to his voice. We are here,” you shut your eyes tightly and focused on his voice. His voice was like honey as he sang. There were things happening in the background of the phone call too but you were only able to focus on one thing at a time. You aren’t there, It was a dream. After repeating that over and over and listening to Jongho your body started to relax and you were finally able to pay enough attention to realize he was singing Love Poem to you again. You were eternally grateful that he knew you found comfort in his voice and used it to help you calm. Everything came back in a rush, you could feel your heartbeat rattling in your chest. Your feet were so warm, warm enough that you were half tempted to get up and go to stand on the cold tile in the bathroom. Your lungs and throat burned while you focused on your breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. You hugged Hetmongi closer and buried your face in the small plush instead of clutching it to your chest. It smelled of citrus, roses and magnolias; just like Yeosang. 

“Your breathing has changed, can you speak?” He was there too, waiting and listening as always. 

You took a stuttering deep breath in, finally able to get the correct amount of air into your lungs. “ I think so, I’m sorry.” 

“Don't apologise, Sojunghan (Precious). We are here for you any time even if you are across the world.” 

“Thank you, could you maybe stay with me? Even if I am just listening to you guys do whatever it was before I called. I really don't want to be alone right now.”

“I’m surprised Joongie Hyung isn't with you, he was so excited to be able to have you to himself for a few days.” You listened to Jongho as he spoke, he was closer to the phone now than when he was singing.

“I haven't seen him since he left the show, I don't know what I did but he didn't come over here after.” Your eyelids were drooping while you spoke.

“Hmm, we will have to figure out what is going on, don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'm sure you didn't do anything wrong. He may just have crashed as soon as he got to his room.”

“I’ll try, thanks Yuyu.”

“Go back to sleep Sojunghan (Precious), we will be here for as long as we can for you. Just focus on yourself.” 

“Okay, I love you, thank you for being here for me.”

“Any time, we love you too, sleep well, Kkulbeol (Honeybee).” You listened to the boys until you faded again. A dreamless sleep waited for you with open arms. 

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You jerked back awake a little while later. Nothing felt right, you were too warm then too cold, your right hip hurt and when you flipped sides your left hip hurt. 

Would he want to be seen with you after you fucked up? 

Would he leave because you fucked up?

Would the other boys share the same sentiment? 

Would they leave too? 

Would you lose everything if they left you?

Were you worthy of them? 

Did you deserve them?

All the while the ache settled in your chest, burrowing its ragged claws into your heart. You tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position and get rid of the demons in your head. After the nth attempt to get comfortable you groaned and rubbed your face. With jagged movements you turned to grab your phone from its place on the pillow next to you. It was nearing two a.m. The boys must have hung up while you were asleep and you really didn't want to bother them again. So you did the next best thing you could think of. You got up and changed into the outfit you wore to the tattoo appointment, threw on your headphones and went downstairs. If you couldn't get to sleep, maybe wearing yourself out in the gym would work. If it worked in college it would work now, right?

When you stepped into the room the lights immediately flickered on. Looking over the room you noticed how they had an open space toward the back; presumably for stretching. You made your way over to it and started going through your warm ups. Your music was blasting and your awareness dimmed as you went through the motions. First stretching, then simple movements, after that some kicks, and finally combos against a punching bag. You wished you brought your wraps. Of course who could have known that you would be up in the middle of the night in the gym; you made a mental note to bring them next time you traveled. The longer you went the more you could feel your pent up energy relax but never fully subside. Now it had coiled and almost felt like something waiting to strike at the perfect moment. The movements of your body had slowed just slightly, it wasn't enough; you had to keep going. You bounced around the gym to the different equipment trying to see if working the different muscle groups would help. You worked your back, arms, legs and abs hitting every muscle group you could without having a spot; it did only a fraction of what you wanted it to do. No matter how much you wandered away, the punching bags always called back to you. You were there more often than not needing to feel the energy leave your body in the form of a punch. 

Minutes turned into hours and before you realized people started trickling in, all of them more prepared than you. A man started on the other punching bag with his hands completely wrapped. The socially awkward part of you wanted to leave but you stayed a little while longer doing your combos before leaving; just so it wouldn't seem like you were leaving because of him. As you walked down the halls you were really trying to be quiet so you wouldn't wake people up at this hour but you couldn't help that your footfalls were just a little louder than normal. You were dragging, and frustrated that you couldn't get to the point you needed to be to go back to bed. Everything is sizzling beneath the surface, waiting to explode. 

When you got back into your room you noticed how drenched in sweat you were. You quickly took off your clothes and threw them harshly in the direction of the bed. That brought you a little sense of relief but throwing things around was not a great idea with how many expensive things were in this room. When you were bare you walked into the bathroom and turned on the tub, there were a few small bottles of soothing bubble bath things. Why the fuck not. You took it and dumped most of the bottle in. When it was to your liking you stepped into the tub and let the scalding hot water relax your muscles. 

As soon as your hands made it into the water you felt the sting. You looked down and your knuckles were split, the colors were a mottled expanse of light blue, purple and yellow. Of course you didn't notice, and looking at it you knew it was going to get worse before it got better. You rolled your eyes and stuck them back under the water, relishing in being able to feel the light sting opposed to the numbness that took over. You sat in the water with your head leaned back until it became tepid. When you were finally done you drained it and stepped out, you were flying out in a few hours so you needed to do your final things for the trip. You changed into your flight home outfit; a black tee, some cargo pants, black tennis shoes, topped off with your Beyond the Lens ballcap. You plugged in your cameras so they would have the pictures uploaded to the cloud so you could work on them wherever. Once you were done you packed everything up and set on the bed, you would be back in enough time to grab everything and then leave after souvenir shopping. You threw on your Isabel Marant sunglasses over your normal glasses and stepped out of the room. Closing your hand around the door knob was a small issue, the swelling would go down eventually; you’d be fine. 

When you stepped out into the hallway you were met with Hongjoong’s manager. You gave him a small nod and walked away, you could feel his lingering stare on you as you went to the elevators. When the doors closed you checked your watch and saw you had about four hours before your flight. After getting a cab you made your way into the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. The first thing you grabbed were some antique postcards for your team and the boys. After that you just grabbed what interested you and made you think of your forged family. Finally you got some things for yourself to do when you got back home. When you were finished you paid, made your way out the door and nearly ran into someone. You bowed an apology and stepped around them, not even checking if they were okay. Your temper was going to be short all day because of the lack of sleep. Interacting with people was not going to be a great idea, even if you were currently willingly in public. Thankfully you were finished souvenir shopping in one trip. Hailing a cab you made your way back to the general area of the hotel and decided to wander around to kill some time.

You were walking around and had come to the cafe that was close to the piano you played at the other day. You went in and ordered your favorite drink, some macrons for later and a slice of cake. When it was ready you went outside and just sat close to the piano, someone was playing a few more classical pieces. You sat back and enjoyed yourself, this music always brought you some semblance of peace. It was tempting to join the older man playing just to do something with your hands other than twirl the fork in them. Of course if you did that you would only irritate your knuckles farther; more than you were already by consistently keeping them moving. 

You had a habit of tapping your fingers or doing anything you could with your hands. Watching how people used their hands and the small habits they had to keep themselves moving always fascinated you. They all had small tells of their mindset that lied in their hands. You could still clearly see Hongjoong tapping a pen on the desk while he was helping produce. Aurora had a habit of biting her nails when they were not done, you always stopped her if you caught her; which was more often than not. Seonghwa and Yunho were both always moving some part of their body, tapping out rhythms on whatever was closest or bouncing their leg. San and Wooyoung always had a tendency to play with your hands if they were close, and if they weren't they played with whoever’s hands were close. Mingi always played with his rings as a nervous habit. Yeosang always messed with your rings and even stole one that spun so he could have something to do; or because it was yours. Jongho occasionally spun things between his fingers, it wasn't often that you saw it but you had seen it at least twice; once while you were eating together and again when he was in the booth recording. 

With one look down at your hands you noticed that they had developed a little farther, the yellow was mostly gone and the red and purple were the most prominent. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, with gentle movements you pulled it free and checked the message from Aurora. She was going to be the person who was picking you up tonight so the boys didn't have to be up too late for their early schedule. The message was short and sweet, sending you a reminder of where she would be at the airport when you got back. You quickly responded and got back up to head to the hotel to check out and get your shit together for the flight. 

When you walked in you smiled at the front desk woman as you passed. In the elevator your mind flashed back to last night. 

Why had he just watched you walk up to the elevator? 

Why hasn't he stopped it before it closed? 

The look in his eyes while he looked at you seemed distant. You saw the same look on his face in your dream, you wished you hadn't; but your mind never forgets things like this. The more you mulled it over the more you realized what the look was when he watched you last night; which only pissed you off further. He was looking at you with something akin to indifference while you were trying to get to him. Before you knew it you were on your floor. You stepped out and were met with Hongjoong’s manager again. You offered him a small smile before wordlessly slipping past him. 

“Y/n?” you turned around to the manager, his name finally popped back up in your head. Jiwoon. 

“Yes Jiwoon-nim?”

“Are you alright?” 

“Yes, it's been a long night and I have to prepare for my flight.”

“I see, well you should have someone look at your knuckles when you get back.” You nodded, before he could look at them too hard you shoved them into your pockets. The pain it caused was minor but enough that it barely made you wince. 

“I’ll be fine, it isn't anything I haven't dealt with before. Thank you for your concern Jiwoon-nim.” You bowed to him and promptly turned on your heel to head to your room. When you reached it you stepped in and let the door slam behind you. Normally you wouldn't let that happen but at this point you didn't care. You grabbed the flowers and vase from the desk, dumped the water and threw away the flowers, making sure to keep the card and vase. You tucked it into your suitcase wrapped in some of your casual clothes. As soon as you were finished you put your souvenirs in the bag and zipped it up. You were grateful that you packed your zip up hoodie that covered your hands; you threw it on and continued. If he caught sight of them only seeing you a couple of times, and for a split second at that, it was more noticeable than you wanted. After grabbing your computer and cameras you triple checked your room for anything that could have been missed and walked out. Checking out was a breeze and you were done and in a cab in no time. 

When you got to the airport you grabbed your mask and put it over the bottom half of your face. Before stepping out you paid the driver and walked to the back of the car to get your luggage. As soon as you walked into the airport you were almost overwhelmed with the noise. You were moving quickly through the lines and made it to your gate with a decent amount of time to spare. While you rested there you pulled out the macrons and snacked on a couple while scrolling on your phone. Your gate was filling up with several people, and when it came time for you to board some of them moved out of your way. Your RBF must have been immaculate today; even with most of your face covered. After settling in the seat in business class you grabbed your phone and shot off a couple of messages letting Yeosang and the team know you were on the plane. Jiwoon could tell Hongjoong if he even asked. Immediately after you put on your headphones. Listening to something without having to hear other people was the only way you were going to get through this flight.

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“Good morning, Joongie! How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.”

“It doesn't sound like it. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing.” He offered the clipped answer. 

“Hongjoong.” The tone of Seonghwa’s voice was stern like he knew this would be eating at him if they did not address it now. 

“A model was too close to Y/n, and she didn't do anything about it like I wasn't standing across the room.” 

“Hongjoong it’s a part of her job to be close to models, we can't get jealous over that.” 

“He was just too close, like a hair's breadth away from her the entire time they were talking. Something other than the bond of a photographer and a model. She did nothing about it.”

The men in the room exchanged a glance before Seonghwa spoke up again. “Okay, well what did he look like?”

“He was taller than her by a few inches, had mousy brown hair, and light eyes. He was lanky, almost like Yuyu but not as muscular.” he could picture the man just hugging you so tight, and you had returned the hug and before you completely separated you left your hands on his shoulders with a large smile. Something you would do with one of them in an affectionate way. Not unlike when you observed them before pulling them into another hug. 

“Oh my god,” Yeosang was the first to catch on. 

“What?” 

“You didnt happen to hear his name did you?” San asked, seemingly picking up on it as well.

“No, why?”

“Doesn't that sound like Malo?”

“Like who?” Hongjoong interrupted before anyone could speak. He was getting more annoyed by the minute.

“Yeah, it does. Did you happen to notice a mole like Mingi’s on his face?” Seonghwa finally spoke back up after listening to the entire thing and coming to his own conclusion.

“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything? Why do you know his name?”

“Noona helped a new young model out of a panic attack yesterday. He looked exactly as you described and his name was Malo. He was probably just thanking her and sticking close to someone he knew. We saw the whole thing because she forgot to hang up a facetime call with all of us when it happened. It was definitely more like an older sister caring for someone. In fact she was a badass calling people out for the chaos they were causing.” Wooyoung was speaking so quickly that Hongjoong barely caught it. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. 

“Oh.. Oh, no.”

“What did you do?” Jongho, Yunho and Yeosang were immediately in the frame of the facetime call. Previously it was just Seonghwa and San who were leaning against each other. The three behind them were wearing calm masks, almost too calm. 

“I may have completely ignored her when she was trying to get on the elevator with us after we got back to the hotel.” Hongjoong looked down at his hands, “I also may not have gone over to her room after the fact.”

“Is that why she called us instead of going to you when she had a nightmare that sent her into her own panic attack?” Yeosang’s jab hit its mark, all of the blood left Hongjoong’s face and he felt his stomach and heart drop to his ass. A chorus of indignant noises came from the remaining men. 

“That's why she was worried that she did something to you. Worried enough that she called us across the world instead of you; who was across the hall and could physically be there for her.” Jongho was stone faced as he connected the dots. 

“She called us in the middle of our dance practice, all we could hear was muffled hiccups and near hyperventilation breathing. We were talking to her for a couple of minutes before she could even speak and tell us what was going on. It took Jongho singing to her to finally calm her enough to be able to breathe correctly.” Yunho was almost growling by the end of his explanation. 

“You need to go apologize, right now.” San moved his arm and the call cut off, giving Hongjoong no other choice but to face the music. 

“He was so excited to see her in her element and then he got mad when she was flourishing and making connections. I swear that man needs to get a grip on his jealousy. It’s not nearly as hot when it turns petty.” Seonghwa’s exasperated sigh was met with a couple chuckles, everyone knew how easily Hongjoong got jealous; but this was a new level from him. 

“I can't believe he would jump to conclusions like that all because someone was too close to her, and then ignore her like a child; what was he thinking?” Mingi had moved close to Yunho and was running a comforting hand up and down his back. 

“That’s the problem, I don’t think he was.” Yeosang had still not been able to wipe the sound of your call this morning from his memory. The hiccups, the crying, the gasping for air. How your voice sounded so small and hoarse when you spoke. How he couldn't even go and comfort you haunted him. The only thing that he was happy about at that moment was that he had stolen your Hetmongi and sprayed his perfume on it before stashing it in your suitcase. 

“And to leave her wondering what she did when he knows she is prone to overthinking? We saw an example of that on her first official day and he was one of the people we had to stop from going after her. He ignored everything he knows about her and left her to be alone after letting the elevator doors close in her face while he watched. He was being a selfish dick.” Wooyoung was pacing the room, exaggeratedly throwing his arms around as he spoke. 

“He’s in a fuck ton of trouble if I know Y/n. He will have to do some grovelling to get back into her good graces especially if she caught onto his intentions. She has never had a great tolerance for people not talking shit out like adults.” Forrest jumped into the conversation after quietly listening to the entire thing. He was just as furious at Hongjoong as the three that got your call were; if not more so. 

“He deserves everything coming to him,” Jongho’s comment threw some of them off. The maknae was worried for you when he received the call, you hadn't ever called him, and when he heard you crying something in him snapped. He panicked before remembering that you loved his singing, when you relaxed to it it made his heart warm. He didn't participate in the remainder of the small dance practice after, he just sat there listening to your even breathing and only hung up when he was called away for a vocal lesson. If he had a say he would have been there until you woke the next morning.

A couple of phones pinged and sliced the shocked silence after Jongho’s comment. All of the men in the room jumped. Yeosang spoke up to everyone around the room, “I just got a message that she is on the plane back. He's too late to apologize for at least the next ten hours.”

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Hongjoong flew off the bed he was resting in and to the door. He nearly ran into Jiwoon as he came barreling out the door to go across the hall. He raised his fist to knock on the door but before he could a hand caught his wrist. 

“No one is in there. I ran into her about an hour and a half ago as she was coming back to get her things to leave. By my guess she is already in the air.”

“What?!” Hongjoong’s voice climbed an octave as he questioned the man in front of him with a shocked look.

“I’m just telling you what I know.” 

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry manager-nim” Hongjoong looked back at the door before turning to follow Jiwoon into their hotel room. 

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

You had made it through the flight. No one really disturbed you unless it was for food. After the plane landed you quickly got up just ready to be in your own house with the giants. Quickly you made your way to the baggage claim and waited. While you stood there you took your phone out of airplane mode and had been met with a flurry of messages from Hongjoong. 

You rolled your eyes at him, whatever. He could wait until he got home to speak to you in person especially if he was going to act like a jealous prick. You messaged Yeosang and the team that you landed. Yeosang was most likely already asleep for his early schedule tomorrow morning. You watched the bags coming out of the claim and as soon as you saw yours you grabbed it and walked out the doors into the crisp night air. Your hand was struggling to close completely over the handle but you only had to deal with it for a little while longer. Aurora was in your designated meet up spot for the airport, as soon as she saw you she got out of her matira blue Genesis 2024 Electrified G80. She pulled you into a hug and you sagged against her. She was someone you could always count on for amazing hugs and knowing when you needed them. She helped you get your things into the trunk and you got into the car. Through the car ride she kept the conversation light, possibly being able to tell that you really weren't in the mood for talking, or that you were exhausted. When she pulled into your driveway you let out a sigh, finally home. 

“Thank you for the ride, I really didn't want to burden the boys with being up late and having an early schedule.” she reached over and squeezed your hand in response. The flinch was small and involuntary but she clocked it. You caught her eyes and her brows were raised in curiosity. You settled back into your seat from reaching out to leave knowing exactly what she wanted, with a gentle movement you moved your sleeves up. She let out a small gasp before reigning herself in, she had seen this before and knew you had your reasons and really didn't want pity.

“The short version is. I’ve been up since two a.m. I couldn't sleep after some shit went down and I didnt have the wraps to protect my hands while I took everything out in the gym and on a punching bag. I didnt even sleep on the plane. ” 

“Well, let me help you into the house then.” Her unquestioning understanding was exactly what you needed in the moment. The two of you got out of her car and she grabbed your bags before shutting the trunk and walking with you up to the door. When she put the code in she moved in front of you through the great room to drop your things off on the couch. 

“If you need anything I’m here. Take care of yourself and get some decent rest.” 

“Thank you, I'll try my best.”  She hugged you before stepping back to go; you followed her to the front door and locked it behind her. As you walked back into the house from escorting her to the door and were surprised that the children hadn’t come out to greet you. You moved over to your suitcase and unzipped it on the couch, not having the energy to lug the damn thing up the stairs. You grabbed your night kit and made your way up. Pausing on the landing you sent a message to the Neverending Nonsense group chat letting them know you were home safe before turning off your phone for the night. 

Not even a second later there was a ping of a phone. You cautiously approached your room and melted at the sight under the silver light of the moon. San was lying in the middle of the bed on his side, but mostly on his stomach. He was cuddled up with your large black dragon plushie; which had affectionately been named Fireheart. The giants were spread out close to him. Toothless, in true to form fashion, was laying as close as he could possibly be to San; which just so happened to be right next to his head. When you walked into the room you gently maneuvered around so you wouldn't wake him. You moved silently from the closet after you changed and went into the bathroom. In it there were several products lined up that weren't yours, you smiled at the sight. San had made himself at home which is exactly what you wanted. Gently setting everything down you just sat there in the peace for a while before doing your nightly routine. 

Outside the closed door there was some shuffling before San quietly knocked on the door. “You can come in, I’m just getting ready for bed.” 

He peeked in the door and smiled as soon as he saw you; he let himself further into the room and pressed himself against your back while wrapping his arms around you. The warmth of his bare skin seeped into you, he had an absolutely horrid— or rather amazing— habit of sleeping shirtless. “Hi Jagi.”

“Hi Sannie.” He was resting his chin on your shoulder taking you in before he gasped. 

“What did you do?” You looked down at your hands. They were stained a deep purple and red around your knuckles. The cuts had scabbed which was nice but it still looked horrible. He separated himself from you and moved you to face him so he could inspect your hands. His touch was gentle as he looked over you. 

“I had a run in with a punching bag.” 

“Jagi, this doesn't just happen like that. You had to have been excessively using it to have done this kind of damage.”

“I didn't have my wraps.”

“Y/n-nie, I know what happened. Did you do this to yourself because of that?” Your eyes widened, how in the fuck? Well at least he could communicate with the rest of the boys. San was looking at you with his eyebrows pinched together. He was radiating barely concealed concern and a touch of rage. 

“Well you sure know a lot more than I do,” You let out a large sigh after the venomous words left your mouth, you couldn’t be mad at him. He was trying to help. 

“If you know about everything then I assume you know about the call too?” He nodded at you while tracing his fingers over the cuts.

“After that call I was asleep for maybe an hour, I woke back up and couldn't get to sleep and didn't want to bother any more of you. So I just went to the gym. I did lots of stretches, taekwondo things, had a few punches with the punching bag and worked out with some of the other machines. I was trying to tire myself out into exhaustion but before I knew it other people started coming in and I didnt want to be there anymore. I left and went to my room and took a steaming bubble bath to see if that would work but all it did was make me smell good and realize that my knuckles were split.”

“You listen to me. You are never a bother. Especially with things like this. Did you even clean this up properly?” He picked you up and set you on the countertop before moving to rummage around in your drawers. 

“If soaking it in a bubble bath with the rest of me counts then yes.” He lightly glared at your sarcasm. You could tell he was more worried than anything. “The first aid kit is in the linen closet right outside my bedroom door.” 

He nodded and wordlessly left the room. You leaned your head back onto the mirror, you really didn't want to cry; not again. Toothless had made his appearance known when he jumped onto the countertop with you and put all of his weight onto his giant paws on top of your thighs. You smiled at him and started petting him to the best of your ability. Looking around you saw Mocha had taken up residence on the floor in the corner, she was squinting at you; most likely because you disturbed her beauty sleep. While Beans was laying across the doorway half asleep. You let out a small watery chuckle, they always knew when you needed their presence. 

When he returned he stepped over Beans with a small towel in his hand, along with the first aid kit and some of the ace bandages you kept for occasions like this. You held your hands out to him as he approached you. He took care of you with gentle precision, cleaning the small cuts on the peaks of your knuckles and then placing a small kiss to each. Toothless was squinting at the harsh smell of alcohol while San cleaned you up. You couldn't help but to lightly giggle at the two of them. San looked up at you from his eyelashes with a sly grin before returning to apply some triple antibiotic to the cuts, after he was finished he wrapped your hands. You knew he had done this before with how quickly and perfect it had come out feeling. 

“Thank you Sannie. This is better than I could have done it.” 

“Of course, but I don't want to have to do it again, so please be more careful with yourself. Do you need to do anything else before we go to bed?” 

“The only thing I have left is my skincare routine which can be put off for the time being.”

“No, I can do it. Just tell me what to do.” His eyes were pleading with you to just give in and let him take care of you. He brought out a small pout and you knew you were done for. You turned your head to look away from him trying not to smile at how cute he was being. He gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him, he had stepped closer to you and was lightly pouting and trying to suppress a small smile. You huffed and rolled your eyes grumbling your agreement. His restrained smile broke free and his dimples were on display, you gently poked his cheek and he laughed at you before moving over to your travel bag. He grabbed your headband and put it over your head before returning to meticulously line things up on the counter, much like he had his displayed. When he looked over at you to see what you generally started with, you began to walk him through the steps. He stood between your knees to be as close as he could while he worked on his mission. His hands were reverant while he did the routine. After each step he gently patted your face to absorb the product better; Yeosang definitely had some influence on the way he applied products. When you made it through the entirety of the routine he was grinning at you while he took off the headband and placed your glasses back on your face. Without a word he took you off the counter and escorted you to your bed. Toothless, Mocha and Beans followed not too shortly behind you. 

San helped you get into the bed and comfortable before he cuddled up to you. He grabbed your glasses and put them above your heads onto the shelf before he pressed your face into his chest and hugged you tight. Not being able to sleep without someone being here was becoming a problem, but it was a problem for future Y/n.

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

Hongjoong sighed in relief when he got your message in the group chat that you made it home and safe. Him and Jiwoon had been aimlessly wandering so Hongjoong wouldn’t be too focused on everything that was happening. 

The flight couldn’t come soon enough.

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

You woke up to an alarm that wasn’t yours again. San pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your hairline before getting up. You whined at him to come back, his responding laughter made you open your eyes to squint at him. He was reaching above your head for the remote to turn on the stars. You were met with an eye full of beautifully toned abs. The intrusive thoughts running rampant in your mind won as you reached out a hand and poked him. He launched himself away from you with a kittens glare; from what you could see. You were giggling to yourself before he climbed back onto the bed and kissed you.

“You menace," he murmured between kisses. After your final kiss he handed you your glasses. You got them on your face and finally took him in completely. The sweatpants he was wearing were low on his hips showcasing just a little bit of the Calvin Kline underwear he was wearing. You let your eyes trail up and realized he was watching you while you appreciated him. The blush was immediate, over your face, neck and even down your chest. His grin was smug, he liked when you looked at him like this.

“Come on Jagi, let's get ready for the day. You are coming to the studio with me.” You sat up and stretched out your entire body. Almost everything hurts because of the strain you placed on yourself yesterday. With a small groan you got out of bed and went to change into something that was decently appropriate for the day. You really didn’t want to have to deal with moving around too much so you opted to put on a long dress with slits up the thighs and tennis shoes. You had taken off the wraps and looked your hands over, the swelling had gone down but you would need to be careful and not agitate them too far today. In an attempt to have some normalcy you tried to get some of your rings on, your fingers were too swollen to have them sit comfortably where they should be; of course they were. You grabbed some fingerless compression gloves and slipped them on before stepping out of the closet. San was already dressed and ready to go. 

The two of you made your rounds around the house. You were sitting on one of the stools at the island sipping your morning drink and munching on some of the macrons you had leftover from yesterday. San had demanded you share, which you had planned to do anyway, before he started doting on the giants. He had also insisted that you take it easy today, apparently you were going to get the princess treatment. When he was finished giving them all of his love and attention he turned to you. You puckered your lips and he chuckled before giving you a quick kiss. 

“You ready to go Jagi?”

“Yeah, let me grab a couple of things and then we can head out.” You moved over to your suitcase and grabbed the bag of souvenirs, you took out the things you got for yourself and then tucked your phone, wallet and keys into it and turned around to look at San. 

“Would you be willing to help me put on a necklace?” 

“Of course,” He approached you with a smile. You gently took out the beaded necklace Kai gave you and handed it to him. You turned around and held your hair up, his fingers skimmed the skin of your neck as he brought it around your neck. 

“There you go jagi,” he placed a small kiss on the base of your neck before you let your hair down. You turned to your backpack and grabbed the Isabel Marant sunglasses and put them on the top of your head. 

“I’m good to go now,” His smile was wide as he started escorting you out of the house. Like the total gentleman he is, he opened your door and closed it behind you before jogging to get into his side of the car. The trip to the studio was filled with quiet music and your chatter, he asked all of the questions about Paris; what you did, where you went, how many people you knew, just everything. He was happily just listening to you ramble on about all of the pictures and how busy you had been on the days of the runways. You may have also left out the small detail of the large tattoo on the back of your leg, letting them discover it was going to be fun but absolute chaos. 

When he pulled into the KQ parking lot he parked the car and gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. “You look beautiful today.”

“Thank you Sannie, you aren’t too bad yourself.” You set your hand on the back of his on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze. He gave you a small kiss to your nose and got out of the car, before you could even completely get your hand around the handle to get out he was there. With a large smile you got out of the car and followed him into the building. Maddox passed you in the hallway and gave you a wink and a smile before continuing on his way. When you stepped into the dance practice room you were met with the rest of your boys. The silence was immediate as they realized you were with San. 

Yeosang was the first one to get to you. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug and you felt yourself simultaneously tense and relax in his hold. You wrapped your arms around him and breathed him in. “You smell like my Hetmongi,”

He let out a small laugh, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good, it's one of my favorite smells and it brings me comfort.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind Kkulbeol (Honeybee)” As soon as you separated he looked you over before giving your biceps a small squeeze. When he stepped away Jongho was there, his eyes were soft as he looked at you and before you could think of reaching out to him he pulled you into a hug.

“I’m happy you're home my heart, we missed having you around.” He pulled away from you and left a kiss on your forehead before making his way back to where he stood before. Yunho was a step behind him. 

“How are you doing?” He gently pulled you into a hug, he must have been able to see how stiff you were standing. 

“Physically, I’m sore from working out and being in a plane for a long ass time. Mentally is still to be determined.” 

“We are here and on your side however you feel, Hongjoongie was out of line.” 

“Thank you Yuyu.” After you separated yourself from him the rest of the boys approached you. All of them pulled you into a hug and as they were all finished Yunho called everyone back to practice. You made your way over to the computer and took off your shoes before sitting cross legged in the large chair. 

“Hit it Princess!” You laughed at Yunho’s yell from across the room and pressed play. They counted themselves in and you were surprised that they had been facing you while they danced. You were watching them with a grin, every once in a while you caught one of them making faces at you.

Throughout most of the morning they filtered in and out. There were at least a couple of them with you at all times. You were laughing as Yunho and Mingi were dancing like children. Mingi was smiling wide while he and Yunho bounced around each other. It turned into a dance battle between the two of them and you had started dying of laughter the farther they got into it and the more aggressive they got. The door burst open and in came several people, some of them were your boys but there were a lot more people that wandered in. You recognized them immediately, Xikers. 

“Noona! Look who we found wandering around like lost puppies.” Wooyoung was the first to approach you after coming out of the middle of the brigade of people. You smiled at him and his enthusiasm before you were dragged toward them by the arm. When he released you you gave them a slight bow and each of them returned it simultaneously. 

“Hi, I’m sure you have seen me around. I'm Y/n, more affectionately known by some as Noona or Y/n-nie and maybe even Onyx.” 

“Wait, you’re Onyx? Like lay in a pool to get videos Onyx?” You nodded with a smile toward Minjae. 

“Weh weh weh, are you the one that Youngie Hyung was watching play the piano the other day?” Your gaze went over to Junghoon. He had stepped forward to see you better. 

“Yep, that’s me. I've been playing since I was able to reach the keys.”

“Wahh! That’s amazing! I loved your cover of Golden Hour!”

“Thank you! If I remember correctly a few of you play the piano too, right?” Minjae, Hyunwoo, Junghoon, and Yechan all nodded enthusiastically. “One of these days we will have to play together or something. I’ve got a couple of pianos at home.”

The room burst into chatter and many questions were thrown around. Most of them were about your photography and your piano playing. A couple of them had even asked about your tattoos. You answered them to the best of your ability and they couldn't keep their excitement at bay. They were animatedly recounting how excited they were to meet you after someone they knew shared your posts in the water to get an amazing shot of their older brothers.

“She’s the Y/n-nie that Woo hyung won't shut up about.” You let out a laugh at the statement that was made toward the back of the large group. Wooyoung marched over and lightly slapped Seeun and Yujun on the back of the neck, you could tell it was mostly for show. Seeun and Yujun whipped their heads around to look at Wooyoung like he personally assaulted a puppy. 

“Youngie, be nice, it’s your fault you talk so much about me. They were bound to spill eventually; especially at the rapid pace they were going.” Wooyoung was pouting at you as you held your hand out for the pair to come toward you. They gently approached you and you turned to face them fully.

“Are you alright?” You brushed over their hair, straightening it out a bit from the dramatic headspin that mussed it. Both of them smiled bashfully at you and nodded. You gave them pats on their shoulders before letting your voice drop to a stage whisper. “Don’t let him give you too much trouble, I’m sure you know that he is the yapper of the group and I can guarantee he’s done worse.” 

The rest of your boys burst into laughter. Wooyoung let out a noise of indignance and marched over to you. “You take that back right now.” 

“Youngie, remember she can kick your ass.” A small snort left you at Yunho’s words. Wooyoung’s eyes widened as he seemed to register that one you were older than him and two you really could kick his ass. Some of the Xikers boys looked between you and Yunho and back to Wooyoung but all of their eyebrows were raised in a silent question. 

“I’ve got a third degree black belt, therefore I can kick his ass.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes before marching over to San with a pout. You had to hold back a giggle at his antics. 

“WAIT?! You go to the Black Dragon!! I knew I recognized you!! I can’t believe I didn’t put that together.” You looked over at the maknae who was coming closer to you. “You teach the kids over there, and I have seen you do some of the best executions of the moves some people can barely get down.”

“Wait, are you the kid that is always in the back with a mask on?” His hurried nod left you with wide eyes. You had been training with him for a long while and you didn’t even notice. 

“That’s amazing! I didn’t even realize it was you. You always just stuck to the back and didn’t say much.” 

“I was also one of the people that was there when you were asking the kids about what to name your new kitten. I may or may not have given the name to one of them to give to you.”  

“YOU CAME UP WITH BLACK EYED BEANS?!” Some of the boys around you jumped at your outburst, San was grinning widely at your excitement. You slapped your hands over your mouth ignoring the bite of pain it sent through them. You could clearly remember him, the masked stranger, whispering conspiratorially with one of the kids before they came over and offered the name Black Eyed Beans. You had watched him celebrate when you announced that was the name you were going to choose. 

“There’s no way that this is real, you guys knew each other before knowing each other. I feel like I should be jealous,” You glanced back at Mingi with a grin, he was watching you interact with his little brothers with a large toothy smile. You were thankful he wasn’t actually jealous, you could only handle so much at a time. 

“Do you want to see a picture of her? She’s gotten so big now.” He moved closer and you pulled out your phone to show him some of the crazy pictures you had of her, and some of the ones San had sent recently. 

“Wahh, when you said she would get big I didn’t realize she would be that big.” Jinsik and Hyunwoo immediately came over to see the cats in question, followed shortly by the rest of the members. They had completely surrounded you successfully blocking your boys from seeing you. You were showing all of them videos of the three giants. When it came to zoomie time all of you burst into laughter when Toothless had run into the window while he was trying to get into it. 

“That’s Toothless, the all white one is his sister Mocha, and the black and gold one is the one Yechan named Black Eyed Beans, or just Beans for short.” All of them were cooing at your phone as you showed them the multitude of videos. You quickly switched to your cat cam set up in the living room, it was attached to the top of the overhang of the big tower. You pushed on the microphone and called out for Toothless who was most likely in his favorite spot at the top of the treehouse. 

“Is that a cat cam?” You looked directly to your right to Hyunwoo who was watching your phone closely. 

“Yeah, I use them to check in on the giants every once in a while while I am gone. In fact, I had to use it to see who was in my house while San was caring for them up until yesterday. Apparently my mother decided it was a good idea to just appear after I told her they were taken care of. She nearly scared him half to death.” You clicked your tongue a few times and Toothless popped his head out of the tree to look at the cat cam. You watched as he got out and stretched before sitting down toward the bottom of the tree facing the camera. Jinsik let out a small squeal from your left and you chuckled at his excitement. You handed your phone around the group, some of them were cooing at him and Mocha appeared a minute later. The two of them were staring at the camera with their heads tilted. Beans appeared not a minute later almost knocking into the other two. 

“There she is, you clumsy baby.” You handed the phone to Yechan who brought it close to his face to see Beans. She was smaller than the other two, being the runt of her litter was something you absolutely adored about her. 

“Noona, can we meet them sometime soon? I’ve heard from Sannie Hyung that they act just like dogs. He told me that Toothless even got in the water with you guys.” Your heart melted, Wooyoung called you noona just for the hell of it most of the time, but Yechan had meant it differently. 

“Of course, I wouldn't mind that, we will have to get together soon when all of us have a day off.”

“She’s got an amazing pool too!” Wooyoung piped in Yujun was immediately in on the idea of spending a day off over there soon. 

“She's also got an amazing amount of books, like most of the rooms in her house have bookshelves and are almost full!” Yunho was looking over at Hunter as he spoke, his expression lit up and he was grinning.

“And a fruit, veggie and flower garden!” Seonghwa was approaching you and rested his arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow before giving him a brief smile and returning to look at the Xikers boys. All of them were nodding with a range of smiles. Jinsik handed you your phone back and retreated to the large group that had separated from you when Seonghwa approached. There were several pinging notifications from you and the Ateez boys. 

“Joongie Hyung is on his way back.” 

You glanced at your notifications too, there was a couple from Aurora and the one from Hongjoong. You let your curiosity get the best of you and you opened your chat to Seonghwa, before typing: 

So I assume they know about you guys? And by extension me in your relationship?

He took your phone and replied. Yeah, Woo told them after Joongie’s official meeting with KQ like the yapper he is. They are pretty good at keeping secrets. They have been begging us to meet you so we decided to surprise them with a visit to introduce everyone, and to cheer you up.

He bumped his hip with yours and smiled wide. You looked back over all of the boys that were chattering amongst themselves. You separated yourself from Seonghwa and moved over to one of the walls and sat against it. Your muscles had been protesting your existence all morning and just standing around did a number on your knees. You ended up sitting against the mirror on the opposite side of the door just observing the seventeen boys. 

Yeosang made his way over to you and sat beside you, he laid his head on your shoulder and your head tilted to rest on his. The two of you just sat there watching the different groups of boys interact. Wooyoung was animatedly recounting something that happened, you caught your name out of him at least once throughout the duration of the conversation, while his group of Xiker boys were listening intently. Yunho and Mingi were talking dance with a couple of the boys. Your eyes caught on some movement and you noticed Yujun approaching you and Yeosang. He sat on your other side and leaned his head on your shoulder hesitantly. You looked over to him and smiled before returning to Yeosang. 

A little while later the corner of the room had become one giant cuddle pile. Somehow Wooyoung ended up laying back on you with his head on your chest. Throughout the conversations he was having you were running your hands through his hair, at least once he had stopped to shiver when you let your nails trail down toward the back of his neck. All of the boys were just laying there talking, you jumped into the conversations when they had asked you something but you were just content listening. There was a small part of you missing because Hongjoong wasn’t here, no matter how bad he fucked up he was still human.

The door swung open harshly, every single one of you jumped at the sudden noise. Some of the boys shot up into sitting positions, including Wooyoung, while you brought your hands up to your face to hide before the door hit the wall. The smash against the wall never came, you brought your hands down slightly and peeked around the tips of your fingers. Hongjoong.

He looked at the eighteen of you with his eyebrows raised. Yunho and Wooyoung stood to meet him, Yeosang’s hand found your thigh and gave it a light squeeze reminding you that he was here. Seonghwa, who saw you flinching, held out his hand over Yeosang to offer it to you. When you gently placed it in his he gave your hand a small squeeze. A small hiss of pain came out of you, it was only loud enough for Yeosang, Seonghwa and Yujun to hear. The three of them looked at you with concern. 

“I’m okay, just a little sore. I'll tell you about it later, it’s not something you need to worry about now.” Yeosang looked you over, attempting to read your face before he gave a light nod. Seonghwa had let your hand rest in his, he was even more gentle with you, he let his thrums rub back and forth on your wrist instead of the back of your knuckles. 

The Xikers boys immediately went into another conversation with Hongjoong. You had watched them interact and he was grinning while talking to them about his trip to Paris but you could tell he was carefully avoiding talking about what happened. They asked to see pictures of his outfit and he pulled out his phone to show them. You caught a glance of the pictures and they were the ones you took before he went in. “Who took these? They look so dynamic and fun!” 

Hongjoong’s eyes flickered in your direction, he only kept eye contact for a millisecond before turning back to Minjae and answering. Your boys had looked over to you, you offered them the best smile you could; it ended up being one they could see right through. He couldn’t even look at you. You watched everything, choosing to stay quiet, and when they did ask you a question you only offered the bare minimum response without being too short. 

“How long have you been doing photography Noona?” You looked over to Junmin who was on the other side of Yujun.

“I started when I was sixteen after I bought my first camera. Most of the pictures I took were of nature then. As I got better and built my repertoire I was moved up to doing senior photos and several other things like those. Then I went to college and did several arts, high speed car pictures, and action shots that no one else wanted to do. After I moved here I got into one of the arts colleges and was specializing in Idols and fashion shows and the rest is history. I also specialized in videography in college.”

“No wonder you have a big following. You've been doing this for a long time.” 

“The time definitely adds to it, it also probably helps that I have traveled around the world and extensively networked to get what I have.”

“Where have you been?”  

“All over the US, Paris, London, Scotland, Iceland pretty much everywhere. I have a wall of the spots I have gone to in my office back home. It has pins and pictures showcasing everything, I also log my trips in a scrapbook.”

“I would love to see it sometime.” 

“Me too! We can compare notes on the places we liked best!” Hunter was sitting fairly close and you smiled at him. You forgot that he had traveled a lot.  

“On your photography page you have some pictures of abstract art, did you by chance do those?” Your eyes fell to Sumin who was squatting almost directly across from you, he had turned around from the group surrounding Hongjoong. 

“Yeah, I did it a little in college to see if I wanted to get into it, but it wasn’t really my thing as a profession; it was more of a hobby to me. Don’t you dabble in abstract art, I haven't really seen anything you have done but I have heard good things about it.”

“I do, I really like just being able to express myself with art either painting, singing or dancing, it is one of my favorite things in life.” His smile was bashful as you recalled a little about him. Really you had a decent knowledge of all of them after starting to stan them not too long after their debut. 

“Well, if you ever need a canvas I have a few blank walls I have been meaning to decorate, I would be more than happy to have a Sumin original whether it is a canvas or just the whole wall.” His responding laugh told you that he would definitely be interested. He gave you a nod before being pulled into a conversation with some of the other boys. 

A short while later after Hongjoong got to chat with the Xikers boys they left for their next schedule. You stood to say goodbye and all of them bowed to you. Before they left you gave them your personal socials so they could get a hold of you if they needed to. When they filed out of the room you turned to look at your boys. Hongjoong had barely looked at you the entire time he was there. You couldn’t stand the tension in the room, it was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

“Alright, now that the younger boys are out of the room you wanna tell me about what the hell my last night in Paris was? Because everyone here seems to know the details except me and I am in the very middle of it.” Everyone froze, they didn’t expect you to be so forward about what happened. Hongjoong’s eyes flew to yours, they were wide like a deer caught in headlights. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water before putting his head down to look at his shoes. 

“It’s either you tell me now or you let me fester in my own feelings. And if you let me fester, I will get more frustrated the longer I do. Which won't be good for any of us.” You stood there with your arms crossed, the angle was awkward for your hands but you adjusted so it wouldn’t hurt them. Yeosang was a steady presence at your back, his warm hand was grounding you into the moment. Hongjoong stole a glance at you before looking back down at his feet. You finally decided where your mental state was; you were pissed and hurt. 

“Alright, since you seemingly can’t speak, you get to listen to me. I put together that you were jealous, for whatever reason I have no idea—”

“It was Malo. He said that Malo was too close, and that you had something other than the bond of a photographer and a model.” Your head swiveled to look at Jongho who was behind you on the opposite side of Yeosang. You gave him a slight nod before turning back to Hongjoong who was staring between you and Jongho. The anger flared in your chest, he didn't even have the balls to admit what happened, and the youngest of your boyfriends did. 

“So you chose to ignore me instead of being an adult and talking to me? Because if you had talked to me you would have known that he was a new young model that I helped out of a panic attack earlier that day. One that I have witnesses to show I had no want to even be near him in the way you are implying. One that knows I know you and would have been elated to meet you because he is an Atiny. I told him to find a person he knew and stick with them to help ease his anxiety and in the moment you saw, that person was me. He hugged me and thanked me for helping him, I teased him about making it through the chaos and then we both stood there talking to the several other people in the group about the day.”

You took a deep breath trying to calm your racing thoughts. “I was there matching with you. In the custom suit you bought me. I’m dating you. I took funny pictures with you. But the moment that I was standing close to someone else your mind went to the absolute worst possibility of me. You watched me with indignance as the elevator doors closed in my face. You left me in my hotel room wondering what I fucked up when you know good and damn well that I have a harsh past and overthink everything.”

“I didn’t think about that.”

“And that’s the damn problem, because if you would have you would have remembered exactly how I feel about myself. I raised my concerns with you when you asked me to be with all of you. I told you things that I have never even said out loud before. Not to Aurora. Not to Willow. Not to Forrest. Things that have only ever lived in my fucked up head.” You motioned wildly to yourself and more specifically to your head. You let out a shuddering breath willing yourself to continue. 

“I poured my fucking soul out to you expressing that I didn’t feel worthy enough and that I worried that I would fuck something up becasue of my past. I handed you my heart on a silver platter and the second you saw someone standing too close everything changed.” Your voice rose with each sentence you spoke. You let your hands drop to your sides, the frustration was fading into hurt.

“You stopped thinking of us and started only thinking of yourself. You didn’t stop to think about how your actions could affect someone or that they have consequences. When you watched me try to reach you as the elevator doors were closing with that look— it made me think that you were confirming every single thing I said to you— That I wasn’t even worthy of having an adult conversation with— That you didn’t want to have anything to do with me.” your voice cracked.

“And to come home and find out that you could talk to them about it but not to me really stuck the nail in the coffin. I felt like the black sheep. Just like I always have. I felt like this wasn't going to be different like you promised.” You felt the tears start spilling down your cheeks, you really tried to hold them at bay but nothing could stop them now. 

“It is different.. Please don’t say that.” 

“You could have fooled me with how you acted.” The frustration flared for the final time and fell into defeat. 

“Look, I know I’m not perfect, I know that sometimes I do fuck up I won’t ever deny that. I know you aren’t perfect either, but I expected you to at least be adult enough to have a conversation with me. To only focus on yourself and in turn make me feel like I have done something so wrong that I don’t deserve a conversation not only hurt me, it crushed me. It crushed me so badly it bled into my subconscious and I had a nightmare of you just watching with that same look on your face while my father beat the shit out of me. I had to call them across the world because I was scared of what you might say to me if I knocked on your door or called you. The only reason I actually calmed down was because of Jongho’s singing. I may have fallen asleep after that but it wasn’t restful, I was awake an hour later. I tossed and turned with an ache in my chest because I was wondering if you even wanted to be seen with me or if you were going to leave me because I fucked something up.” Your mind reeled back to the memory of the dream. It was too real, the look he gave you was still too fresh. You paused debating telling them this next part, one that you worried they would be disappointed in you for. In the spirit of being honest you swallowed harshly and looked up to stop the tears. 

“I did the only semi-healthy thing I could think of to release the pressure of the thoughts in my head and the ache in my chest. The only thing I could think of that would protect me from falling into old habits that would leave every one of you disappointed more than you already will be. I got up and went to the gym to exhaust myself into sleeping so I could get rid of the thoughts. I thought to myself if it worked in the past why wouldn’t it work this time? I was in the gym for hours trying to forget the look you gave me. Trying and failing to get rid of my horrid thoughts of what it could mean for our relationship. I spent hours trying to alleviate the ache in my chest and the only way I could was to feel something else. And it didn't even fucking work. You said you would love me in my light and my dark, this is my dark.” You took off your compression gloves and let them drop to the floor. Hongjoong’s knees buckled, before he could hit the ground San was there holding him up with ease. He gently lowered Hongjoong to the ground. Everyone except San reacted with loud gasps. Hongjoong sat there with wide eyes taking in the horrid looking mottled purple and red over the back of your hand. He reached out to you and you held up your hand to stop him.

“Please don’t.” His hand lingered mid air before he let it drop to his side while his face crumpled in anguish. 

“I was so focused on you and how you felt that I didn't even stop to consider myself, when all you were doing was focusing on yourself and how you felt. That’s where we’re different in this situation.” Another shuddering breath left you before you continued. “I have been open and communicative this entire time. I may have pushed back a little when asked but I told you some of my deepest secrets. I told you those secrets even when I was terrified because I trust you. You have to be able to trust me with those kinds of hard things too.” 

“I do trust you, I promise I trust you. I’m so sorry that I let my clouded judgment take over.”

“I know that you’re sorry, and that you feel like saying it won't be enough. I can see that clear as day, but it isn't going to be easy to forgive you.” he nodded his head. “I am only going to ask you for one thing to make forgiving you a little easier.”

“Anything, anything at all.” His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. 

“In the future I want you to stop and consider the consequences of your actions before letting your feelings cloud your judgment and make rash decisions that could rattle a relationship. That goes for all of you when it comes to things like this. I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, I would rather speak like civil adults than have something like this ever happen again.” 

Hongjoong was nodding the entire time you were speaking. The rest of the boys agreed wholeheartedly. You looked over all of them and noticed most of them had tears in their eyes. Yeosang hadn’t left his spot slightly behind you until just now. He crouched to pick up your compression gloves and hand them to you. With a muttered thanks you put them on. He was just watching you carefully as you winced as the fabric slid into place. 

“I think I am going to go to my studio and get some work done. I didn't get as much done as I wanted to in Paris.” 

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” 

“No, I’ll be okay. I just need some time to myself after all of this.” Yeosang’s head dropped into an understanding nod. The rest of the boys hadn’t really moved, they were just watching the quiet way he cared for you. You walked over to the desk and slipped on your shoes and grabbed your phone, keys and wallet out of the souvenir bag. 

“You guys can sort through this. I have taken out the things I want other than the bag. Whatever you don’t want I can let my team have.” 

“You didn't have to get us anything my rose,” 

“I didn't have to, I wanted to even when I was pissed at the world.” Wooyoung was nodding as he approached you. He held out his arms and you stepped into them without hesitation. His cologne wafted over you and you relaxed. He gently held you there before releasing you and holding you gently by the shoulders. 

“We love you so much, Let us know when you make it over to the studio yeah?”

“I will, I love all of you too.” You stepped away and walked past the other boys. each of them gave you a kiss of some sort, on the forehead, cheek or lips. When you passed Hongjoong he looked defeated. You hesitated and turned back to him and left a lingering kiss on his cheek.

”We'll talk soon.” You stepped out of the room and started walking the now familiar path out and to the street. You were leaving with a heavy heart which was just a little lighter than before. You could see everything he was trying to say in his eyes. The regret, the sorrow, the anguish, all of it. You knew he was a good man, an amazing person but the way he was quick to assume was his downfall. You let your thoughts wash over you. You were both human, you both had some learning and growing to do and maybe you could help each other learn and grow. That’s what a relationship is about. 

You walked to your studio stopping every once in a while to look at some of the things in the windows of various shops. When you made it no one was there. A small sigh of relief left you as you unlocked the door. You stepped past the threshold and paused to message the boys you made it. Walking through the studio you left the lights off, there was enough sunlight from the windows to light your way. As soon as you stepped into your office you took off your shoes and flopped yourself face first onto the couch. You took off your glasses and set them on your desk before blindly reaching for your blanket to pull over yourself. Your exhaustion was finally settling in, and you didn't put up a fight as it dragged you down into the darkness. 

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The dance studio was filled with mostly silence. The only thing that could be heard was some light chatter among the boys who had taken up residence by the desk as they went through the souvenirs. Hongjoong was just standing there watching; a ghost of his normal self. A hand at his back made him jump, he turned to look over at Seonghwa. 

“She’s not gone, she just needs a little space.”

”I know, but this whole thing could have been prevented if I would have just talked to her like I have been with all of you for years. She deserves the same kind of respect I give all of you, she is our equal, and I didnt even give her that. I just assumed and let my mind run with the fact that she was interested in whatever his name was”

“Malo, he was a sweet kid about the same age as Xikers. He asked us how we handled the chaos before a performance and we spent some time talking with him. If anything their relationship was like hers with Xikers, caring in an older sister way. You should have seen her defending him, she was amazing.” A chuckle left Hongjoong’s throat, of course you were amazing, he could only imagine how you looked bossing people around in the suit he got you. 

“Joongie hyung! Come see this notebook it would be perfect for writing lyrics in!” Hongjoong stepped away from Seonghwa and threw a grateful smile to him. When he got to the other boys he saw two notebooks in Mingi’s hand. He was holding out a black, white and gold marble colored notebook. He took the notebook from Mingi and opened it, it was unlined which was perfect so he could scribble while he worked on his thoughts. He tucked the notebook to his chest and thanked Mingi for grabbing it for him before he walked away. 

He ended up in his studio, the rest of them scattered and doing their own things. He was just looking at the notebook in his hands. You knew what to get for him, even if it was subconsciously and even when you were upset with him. He laid his head on his desk, his thoughts drifting to you. How amazing you were, how you brought light to a room, how you helped people you didn't know. That you defended them before you were even in a relationship with them. That you thought so lowly of yourself, that you almost hadn’t made it this far in life. 

He opened the notebook and started writing. You were his muse and he was going to show you that you meant everything to them, even when he was a jealous prick. 

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

You woke up hours later feeling more refreshed than you had in the past few days. Sitting up off the couch you stretched your body and realized felt a little better than it had earlier; this couch was magical. Your stomach grumbled and you also realized that you hadn’t had anything since the macrons this morning. With sluggish movements you made your way across the office and to the small kitchenette. This is exactly why all of you kept it stocked with your favorite foods. You pulled out some cup ramyeon and started preparing it. It spun around in the microwave and you just sat there watching it, when it beeped that it was finished you took it out and were thankful that you didn't burn yourself. You stood leaning your back end on the counter eating it with a small oven mitt covering the hand that was holding it. 

After finishing your quick meal you wandered back toward your office. As soon as you made it past the threshold of the kitchen area you were greeted with the golden light from the large skylight. It was one of your favorite things about this place. You walked over to the dark colored banister and just leaned against it basking in the light. 

Turning on your heel you made your way to your office. You booted everything up as you sat down. The light from your monitors was a familiar and comforting one. You preferred it to the large light overhead, eventually you would have to turn it on when it got dark enough out, but that was a future problem. You got to work, replying to emails from clients, making sure bookings were correct for all of the travel you had scheduled, and replying to prospective clients. The next thing you moved onto was some of the work for clients you haven't been able to do for the past few days. You fell into your zone while listening to some soft music. This is one of the times you were happy you splurged on having both a computer and a laptop. 

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

You zoned back into everything around you as the fan kicked on overhead. It was then you noticed how dark it was in your office. Sighing and pushing your glasses to the top of your head you rubbed your face. Working like this would only strain your eyes further than they already were. You got up and flicked on the light before returning to your desk and putting your glasses back into their normal position. The loud vibration and flashing of your phone startled you, picking it up you saw an incoming FaceTime call from The Better Black Cat. You answered the phone before setting it back in the stand next to you. 

“Hi Woo, what are you up to?” You didn’t even look at the screen while you spoke, too focused on the computer in front of you. You had to get this done even if it took you a while longer. 

“Hi Noona! We are just at the dorm hanging out, what are you doing?” 

“I'm at the studio working on a few projects” you glanced at the phone and saw him with some wireframe glasses on, if only you could pull that off; alas your eyesight was too bad to even consider it. 

“Wait, did you just say you were at your studio? Y/n-nie it is nearly midnight.” That caught your attention. Your eyes flickered to the bottom corner of your screen and sure enough it was 11:57. 

“Oops?” You shrugged your shoulders not even sparing them a glance, “I need to get these things done and out of the office, I haven't been able to work on them for most of the week. Not that I am complaining about getting to spend time in Paris but still. I'll be fine, it's not like I haven’t done this before. There is a reason I have a big couch and a spare change of clothes in here.” 

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” You stole a glance at your phone. This time it was Wooyoung, Yeosang and Hongjoong in the frame. You wondered if some of them were already in bed. Grabbing your phone you moved it to be leaning against the monitor so they could see you better. As soon as you moved your eyes from the phone you spotted what was wrong with the frame. There was a brief change in lighting, like a cloud had passed over. You immediately started clicking around to fix it, once you thought you had it you played the video again. There were still some adjustments you had to make. Your mouse darted across the screen while you continued to adjust it, the typing of keys was really the only thing you heard other than the whispering of the boys on the phone.  

“Y/n.” You paused the video and looked down. Hongjoong was the only one in the frame and he was very close to frowning. Looking at him made your heart hurt, you still couldn't believe that he thought you would have something other than a professional relationship with someone you would most likely barely ever see. Let alone something farther past friendliness when you have eight amazing men, including himself.

“I need to get this finished. I’ve got a deadline coming up and this is only the first portion, I don’t even know if it is up to par with what they want. As soon as I am done I will crash on the couch so you don’t have to worry about me being out this late at night. Hell I could even go to Aurora and Meadow’s apartment, I’m sure they would pick me up. While I love you guys you are kind of hindering me from finishing and it’ll only take me longer the more you distract me” You glanced down before looking back at your screen.

“Working this late at night only leads to more things you will need to change later.” You really didn't want to hear it from him right now, the damn hypocrite. 

“You are absolutely no one to talk. I have seen the videos of you almost breaking down at three in the morning over the English in a track.” In the background you heard one of them ooh before a smack and a whine. You shook your head with a smile at what was most likely Wooyoung getting scolded.

“Do as I say, not as I do.” He clicked his tongue at you.  You rolled your eyes and glared at him through the camera. 

“Right now I am really entertaining the idea of hanging up for that comment alone.” That shut him up really quick, “I promise I will be fine, it's not like I’ll be getting good sleep anyway. At least I am being productive while not sleeping.” 

“You need to rest in a good bed, you have gone through hell and back the past several days.” Yeosang piped in shooting a small glare toward the oldest in the frame.

“You act like the couch here isn't magic and didn’t make me feel better after I crashed on it for a few hours earlier.” 

“So that’s why you didn't answer any of our messages, Sannie offered to bring you home and got nothing.” 

“I haven’t looked at my phone since I got here, in fact the only reason I looked at it and answered your call was because it scared the shit out of me when it started flashing. While I appreciate the sentiment of you looking out for me, like I said earlier I need to catch up. I have been neglecting some of the things I need to do because of my schedule. I am almost to where I need to be to finish this up so I’m going to get going so I can focus okay.” You looked down to see the rest of the boys in the frame now. 

“Good night boys, I love all of you. I promise I will be fine, I’ll even send you my location just so you know where I am.” You heard the beginning of everyone protesting before hanging up the call. As soon as you were sure the call ended you let out a sigh. Before you turned off your phone you shared your location with the boys in your group chat. When the message went through and a couple of typing dots popped up you turned off your phone, put it on silent and placed it face down on your desk. They meant well, they really did but after the days you have had you just need a distraction that isn't them.

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“She needs space, what part of that do you not understand?” Seonghwa was practically holding Hongjoong back as he was marching around their shared penthouse trying to find his keys.  

“It’s not about space anymore, it is about her health! She was already irresponsible about her health by taking things out on a punching bag for hours. I am not going to stand by and let her fuck up her already shitty sleeping schedule. Especially knowing that she hasn’t slept well the past two days because of me and her late flight.” Hongjoong was desperate, you might be upset with him but he still wanted to care for you. 

“Would you rather her have bruises than cuts? Because I damn sure would.” Seonghwa’s words hit like a slap, and the rest of the boys flinched like it was. 

“You know what I mean,” Hongjoong’s huffed answer rolled over the room, not a single one of them understood.

“Really? Because it seems like you want her to bottle it up and not get it out, which is far more unhealthy than the alternative.”  

“You are putting words in my mouth.” Hongjoong ripped his arm out from Seonghwa’s grip and stood there with his arms crossed in front of him. 

“I'm not putting words in your mouth, I am reading between the lines. What other alternative would you be able to think of at two a.m. in an unfamiliar city thousands of kilometers away from home and the rest of her boyfriends while a boyfriend that ignored her was across the hall?” 

“I don't know? A relaxing bath maybe?”

Mingi scoffed, “that is the most ridiculous answer I have ever heard. Do you think sitting in silence while you are overthinking is a good idea? From personal experience it's not.” Wooyoung reached out to Mingi to offer his hand. Mingi took it and gave it a light squeeze. Mingi hated this entire thing, he knew exactly how you were feeling, maybe not the ignoring part but the aftermath.

“She tried that and it did nothing for her.” San interjected Hongjoong’s eyes shot over to him. He offered Hongjoong a shrug of his shoulders, he may as well know that his stupid idea didn't help.  

“You went from ignoring her to being overprotective in the span of three days. You need to back up and let her be.” Jongho was getting more and more frustrated with his hyung the longer he spoke. He might have been the youngest but when it came to you he would call his captain out. 

“You don't need to go over there, it will only make things worse.” Wooyoung finally spoke up from his spot on the couch. He was watching the fight between Hongjoong and Seonghwa perched on the couch with Mingi. The others were scattered in the room but Yunho was nowhere to be seen. Yeosang walked away while the argument was still going on. He went to his shared room with Jongho and grabbed his Hetmongi. As he was stepping out of his room he almost ran into Yunho who was coming out of his and Mingi’s room. He had a stormy look on his face and his keys in his hand. They looked at eachother with wide eyes. 

“He is so emotionally constipated it hurts me.” Yeosang let out a breathy chuckle at the muttered phrase. They looked back into the other room when they heard San.

“You don't get to treat her like that and go over there like nothing has happened. She asked you for some space and for you to use your head in situations like this and clearly you're not listening to her requests.” Yunho and Yeosang looked back at each other. If San felt the need to step in it was getting worse.

“Are you going to see her?” 

“Yes, I would rather it be me than him, he means well but if he goes it won't be good for either of them. Even if she doesn't come back here I want to make sure she isn't alone tonight. She has had a harsh few days and still has yet to completely break like she needs to. She’s holding back and she shouldn't be.”

“I can tell, just take care of her. I can cover for you here, it would be too suspicious if two of us disappeared. Could you give her my Hetmongi if she lets you in?” Yunho’s eyebrows raised at the plush Yeosang was holding out to him.  

“She told me earlier that my perfume helps calm her, so I was prepared to walk over to the studio and leave it for her just to know she had some kind of comfort.” Yunho took it and tucked it close to himself before pulling Yeosang into a hug and left a kiss on his hairline 

“I’ll take it for her and try to keep you updated. Hopefully she will let me talk her into going to Aurora’s if she won’t come here. His and everyone else's keys are in my desk drawer.” Yunho separated himself from the shorter man and made his way out the penthouse with barely a sound. The argument was still going and thankfully it was distracting enough for Yunho to slip out to the elevator without them noticing. Yeosang stepped back into the room. 

“Listen to me,” His voice was like ice as he walked up to Hongjoong who was watching him with wide eyes. “If you decide to override her feelings for yours again I will personally make it my mission to not let you see her until she is ready. I will make sure you do not go over to her and if it takes me sitting outside your door at night then so be it. I will talk to her team and have them cover everything instead of her. I will tell her and the team to not let you into their studio unless absolutely necessary, and I will have them keep the doors upstairs locked. I am not going to stand for you acting like you are the be all and end all of the decisions made in our relationship just because you are our captain in the studio, we are all equals in this relationship and if she asks you for space you will absolutely not override her decision. You were out of line and acted like a child, and have continued to do so, let us handle this like adults before you go and fuck it up even more.” 

The room was stunned into silence, in the time they had known Yeosang they knew he was fiercely protective behind closed doors but they had not ever seen it go this far. He had never really defended himself or threatened the hierarchy, but for you he did. Hongjoong was standing there with his mouth slightly agape like Yeosang’s words had finally made it through to him. “Go to bed. If you are still feeling like this in the morning we will have another chat until it makes it through your thick skull.” 

Hongjoong nodded at the younger man before turning to head to his and Seonghwa’s room, he waited for the door to click shut before turning back to the other men in the room. They were staring at him; jaws slack. “Did you just?”

“Yes. Now that he is taken care of, Yuyu went to see if she would be willing to either come here or go to Aurora’s. If Hongjoong hyung asks, he went out to get something for me. Hwa hyung, if you don't want to sleep with him tonight you are welcome in our room.” Jongho nodded in agreement. 

“Sangie, I like the mean dom in you.” Yeosang nearly choked at Wooyoung’s words. 

“Of course you do,” Seonghwa was pinching the bridge of his nose as a round of choked down laughter went around the room. Leave it to Wooyoung to diffuse the tension in the room.  

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It only took you what felt like a few more minutes before you deemed it good enough to send out Monday morning. You stretched your arms above your head and groaned as your back popped. Pushing yourself away from your desk you made your way over to the small chest of things you kept here for nights like this. You pulled out and put on the ‘if you love me let me sleep’ night dress you had before grabbing the toothbrush and heading to the kitchen to brush your teeth. You made it about half way through brushing your teeth before the doorbell chimed through the studio. Rolling your eyes you spit out the toothpaste and made your way downstairs. There leaning against the door looking in was Yunho with a bag in his hand. As soon as he spotted you he stepped away so you could open the door. You opened it and waved him in and as soon as he made it past the threshold he turned to look at you with a light glare. 

“What?” He raised his eyebrow at you. You sighed and let your shoulders slump.

“Alright, I know it is late but you didn't have to come over here, I am perfectly fine here. I have done this several times and it isn't going to be the last time.” 

“It will be if we have anything to say about it. You got lucky that I was the one that came over here instead of Hongjoongie, otherwise you would be stuck in an awkward car ride and conversation where he scolds you for being irresponsible about yourself again.” You rubbed your temples.

“He is being a hypocrite, I know that he does the same shit; there is literally video proof.” 

“You might still be upset with him but he is worried about you, he doesn’t want you to further fuck up your already shitty sleeping schedule. Why don't you come back to the dorms with me and he can see that you are perfectly fine.”

“Honestly, me going to the dorms isn’t a good idea.”

“I thought you might say that, how about you go over to Aurora and Meadow’s place and I can drive you.” 

“I can stay here Yuyu.”

“I don't think you should be alone tonight, even if you aren't with us and you go to Meadow and Aurora’s; either way I am prepared.” He was right, staying alone wasn't a good idea, no matter how fine you thought you were. So you contemplated your options, if you went to their dorm you would run the risk of running into Hongjoong, which you were not quite ready for. If you went to Aurora’s you would not have to worry about running into Hongjoong, but it also left some worry of having to explain yourself to the two women. Of course knowing them if you told them you didn't want to talk they wouldn't push. But if you stayed here you would upset the boys and waste Yunho’s trip.

“Alright, fine, but I’m doing this for you and not for him. I can't let your drive over here go to waste. Let me go get my things and we can head out to Aurora’s.” You walked away and went up the stairs to your office. It surprised him that it was that easy to get you to agree. You heard him following you, most likely to make sure you didn't lock yourself in your office in protest. When you got to your office you double checked that you saved your work and you shut down your computer. Yunho had made himself comfortable on your couch, you looked him over and he was just watching you carefully. 

“Before we go I have some things for you,” You walked over and sat on the couch facing him. He turned after taking his shoes off and sat cross legged with you. He dug into the bag and produced a jar of something and then he pulled out a mid sized Hetmongi. 

“Sangie made me take this with me to give to you.” Your heart melted as you held out your hands to accept the plush. As you brought it closer you caught a whiff of his perfume; that wonderful man knew exactly what you needed. 

“Gimme your hands tiny,” You set Hetmongi in your lap and held your covered hands out to him. He gently took them and slid the compression gloves off before placing a kiss to the backs of your hands. You watched him as he reached down and grabbed the jar. He uncapped it, took off the plastic protecting it and you were hit with the smell of herbs. 

“I’m going to massage this onto your hands, it’s supposed to help with the swelling and pain as it absorbs into your skin.” You nodded at him and he began gently smoothing his hands over yours. He massaged the paste into the back of your hands gently. You winced as he was rubbing it over the backs of your very sore knuckles; more specifically the cuts and the surrounding area where the brunt of the damage was. When he was convinced that he covered enough of the back of your hands he then started massaging your palms with his thumbs. 

“We can’t have your pretty hands looking like this. I like to be able to see the rings you choose each day and when they are like this you can’t even get rings on, can you, tiny?” You shook your head while you kept watching him take care of you. His hands were just slightly larger than yours. 

“Use your words,” his demand wasn't harsh but it had an undertone of authority. 

“No, I couldn't get them on this morning.”

“Good girl, and not to mention you can’t beautifully play piano or take amazing pictures when your knuckles are so busted up that you can barely wrap your hands around anything without hurting, isn’t that right tiny.”

“Yeah,” it was a gentle scolding wrapped in compliments. It made your chest feel oddly warm. 

“I’m proud of you however, for finding some kind of outlet that didn’t lead to you falling into old habits.” He had moved his hands up from your palms and was running his thumbs over the scars on your arms; of course he noticed. The tight leash you had on your emotions started to slip out of your grasp. You had kept it together since you got out of the tub that morning. You didn't even let yourself process everything, you said your peace with Hongjoong so why did it still feel like it hurt. 

“C’mere,” He held his arms out for you and you practically dove into his arms. You knocked the two of you back and Yunho was now leaning against the arm of your couch. The two of you just laid there together, legs tangled and his hands soothing up and down your back.

“It’s okay to cry, it’s not shameful to express your emotions. Not here, not with me,” Your head moved just slightly which was enough for him to know that you had broken. He was cradling the back of your head as you cried into his neck, his other hand was soothing up and down your back as you let the sobs rack your body. You didn't even have enough strength to completely wrap your arms around him but he held you anyway.

“Why did he think he couldn’t come to me if something was bothering him? Am I really so unapproachable that one of my boyfriends couldn’t tell me that he was uncomfortable with something that happened? Am I not worthy of having a conversation with?” Nothing could have prepared him for the hiccuped questions in your broken voice as you sobbed into his neck. He had heard you cry, he had helped you from across the world, but nothing was as heartbreaking as this. Your mind truly did hate you.

“I don’t know why he did what he did Haebalagi (Sunflower), but I do know that you aren’t unapproachable and that you are worthy. And that I will spend every day of the rest of life showing that to you. You are worthy of everything you have and so much more. You are worthy of a conversation. You are worthy of us. You are worthy of love.” You lightly nodded and continued to lay there with Yunho until you stopped crying, which could have been minutes or an hour. When your hiccups and shuddering breath calmed and the tears stopped running down your face you peeled your head away from the crook of his neck and looked up at him. 

“Hi,” he whispered to you

“Hi.”

“Can I tell you a secret that stays just between us?” You nodded your head before settling back into his neck. “You remember when you were scolding all of the people at the show you were last at?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you hear what Wooyoungie was saying after that?” 

“The only thing I heard was Do you think she would boss us around like that? And someone else saying you would like that wouldn’t you?” He let out a small laugh at your remembrance of the exact words.

“He recorded some of you bossing people around, and got a little too excited at the prospect of you bossing him around, I had to take him elsewhere after the call and calm him down.” He was watching you with a small smirk as you took in the information. A strangled noise came out of your throat as you sat up to look at him fully.

“What?!” 

“Youngie has a terrible tendency to get too excited when someone is bossy like you, Hongjoongie and sometimes even me.” You burst into laughter at the lewd images floating through your mind. He really was a brat. Your laughter got a little harder as you continued thinking about the possibilities of how you could mess with him now. 

“There you are,” Yunho gave you a kiss on the forehead and cupped your cheeks while you giggled. You were looking at him with shining eyes behind your tear stained glasses, he was so happy he could bring a smile to your face and simultaneously embarrass Wooyoung. The two of you just sat there staring at each other, his eyes held lots of things in them but the most prominent was love. You moved in his hold and laid your head down over his heart, the rhythm was soothing under your cheek. 

Someone’s phone pinged, Yunho shifted beneath you and pulled out his phone. “The boys are wondering about us so we should probably get you to Aurora’s so I can go home and tell them you’re okay.”

You looked at him with a pout, “Don't look at me like that.” 

Your pout morphed into a smile before you got up to grab your phone, wallet and keys off the desk. Walking over to the corner of the office you slipped on the spare pair of birkenstocks you had here before turning to look at him. He stood up and slipped his shoes back on before handing you Hetmongi and the ointment.

“Thank you, for everything. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“What is it Aurora and Willow say? You would be playing out in traffic like a chicken with your head cut off?” You laughed and lightly slapped his bicep. He chuckled at your response before pulling you closer by the waist to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. He escorted you with a hand on your back down the stairs and out the front door, almost like he was afraid you would lock him out after he made it out. The thought did cross your mind but you didn't need your boyfriends frustrated with you tonight. 

His large hand settled itself on your thigh almost immediately after you got settled in his car, the ride to Aurora’s apartment was quiet. You were just happy he understood your aversion to going over to their place right now. When you pulled up to the apartment complex you moved to get out but before you could Yunho caught your wrist. 

“Take all of the time you need, you don’t owe us anything. Nothing is more important than you and your mental health and if that means a little bit of time away from us then so be it. I can hold all of them off and I am pretty sure Sangie and Jjong are on the same page. Keep us updated as you can and cry if you need to. I am just a phone call away, and if you need me I’m there no matter what, when or where.”

“I love you, I love you so much. Thank you for everything.” The words just fell from your mouth and you really didn't care to stop them. You leaned toward him and put your forehead against his. He brought his hand up and around the back of your head just holding you there for a second before he separated from you and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too, let me know when you get into Aurora’s apartment.” 

“I will,” you leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his lips. The two of you looked at each other briefly before you stepped out of the car. You walked up to the large building and waved before you stepped inside. Within a few minutes you were letting yourself into Aurora and Meadow’s apartment with your spare key. They told you if you needed a place to crash you were always welcome, tonight was one of the nights you were thankful that they had welcomed you into their small family. 

You moved through the apartment and settled on the spare bed they always had made for you or any one of your friends. Pulling out your phone you messaged Yunho that you made it and were safe, you set it down on the wireless charger and fell into the bed. You tucked Hetmongi to your chest and curled up around it. Not too long after you felt a small weight shift on the bed, looking down you saw the little orange ball of fluff. “Hi Cheeto, thanks for keeping my feet warm little girl.” 

Your heart was still heavy, but with the care and love they were showing you it was slowly getting better. You fell into sleep with the smell of Yeosang drifting around you. 

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Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 24

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

Amelia's a little shit, Daisy's a little anxious, and Jake's managed to annoy everyone but Mav

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Previous Chapter

Two days. They were coming home in two days. Penny, Ames, and I were going around to each of their apartments, giving it a good clean, and I had baked a few lasagnas so that everyone would have a couple of meals in their fridges. 

“Ames, what are you doing in there?” Penny called down the hallway where Amelia was supposed to be changing bedsheets in Rooster and Jake’s rooms. I was wiping away dust that had settled on and Penny was vacuuming the living room.

“Looking for an engagement ring!” Amelia’s giggles filled the apartment, “Jake didn’t have anything so now I’m checking Bradley’s drawers.” Penny and I shared a look somewhere between amusement and exasperation.

“Get out of Bradley’s room,” Penny ordered, shaking her head. I sighed, continuing to dust the cabinets. If Jake had bought an engagement ring, I’m pretty sure I would have known about it because the man did not keep secrets well. At least not from me. Even though it would have been a happy secret, Jake probably would’ve been jumpy or a little more anxious, and he probably would have at least asked what type of ring I would have wanted beforehand. And if there was anyone he would have trusted to keep the ring a secret, it would have been Mav, not Rooster. 

Amelia came out of the hallway with a huff, arms crossed. She was trying a new hairstyle, wearing her pretty, blonde locks in a French braid instead of just having the cute, small braid while the left was rest down. It fit her well but it also made her look a little bit more like the teenager she was, which Penny had mentioned was harder than she thought it would be. 

“You two are no fun,” She stuck her tongue out at Penny. “If I have to be at school for the proposal, I should at least get to see the ring beforehand.” 

“Honey, I don’t think he’s going to propose at the docks,” Penny tried once again to dissuade Amelia’s theory. Proposing right after coming off the ship from deployment probably would look like something out of the movies but I knew it wasn’t a likely scenario. He had been expecting to come home months ago, before the one year mark, and probably hadn’t even bought a ring yet, and without contact with the outside world, there was no way he had been scheming with his family. Which meant unless he was proposing with a ring pop from the commissary, there wouldn’t be a Amelia-less proposal. 

“You don’t know that,” Amelia insisted in a sing-song voice. This was going to be a long day.

 

The day before the whole gang got home, Jake’s family flew in. They had booked to stay at a hotel close to my apartment, since Jake spent most of his time there anyways, and I was giddy waiting for them at the airport. Pop’s surgery had gone well and his doctor had approved the trip, which was just one more thing to celebrate.

“Daisy!” Caroline shrieked, waving wildly from beside an equally smiley Helen. Pops had gained back a little weight in his face and was looking healthier already, holding onto mama’s arm as they trailed behind their daughters.

“You’re here!” I rushed to hug them both, heart overwhelmed with happiness. I had to be up on my toes to hug them around the neck, which earned me some giggles, but they hugged me back tightly. “He’s going to be so excited to see you guys.”

“I think he’ll be more excited to see you,” Helen patted my shoulder as we pulled apart. I gave mama and pops hugs as well before we walked to the rental car desk together, chatting as mama got the keys.

“How are you feeling about tomorrow, sweetheart?” Pops asked, arm draped over my shoulders.

“Excited and a little nauseous if I’m being honest,” I laughed awkwardly, knowing it sounded silly but pops just nodded. “It’s just been so long, a lot of things could have changed, if that makes sense?” 

“Makes a lot of sense,” Pops tugged me closer into his side, kissing my temple. “I felt the same way when I was coming home from deployment, happy as hell to be home but scared of what could be waiting for me.” Pops’ words lifted a weight from my chest, validating that what I was feeling was normal. 

“I’m so happy you’re here, pops, and I know he’s going to be too.” Pops didn’t say anything else, he just leaned his head on mine and we stood there in a comfortable silence as the world continued around us. 

The next morning was a flurry of nerves and excitement. Their ship was coming in early according to Penny and I desperately wanted to wear my pajamas but just in case we ended up going to breakfast with his family, I actually put on clothes. Cuffed jeans, Jake’s Naval Academy sweatshirt, and a messy bun. Cute but comfortable enough that I wouldn’t want to throw myself into the ocean before he even got off of the ship. Pretty was also excited, riding in the back of the truck with his head out the window. 

“Remember, no growling at Jake and you still get to cuddle with mommy but you’ve got to save space in the bed for him.” If Pretty Boy understood me was anyone’s guess but it made me feel better to say it aloud. “And no chewing on his uniform boots, those things are expensive.” 

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Mav was the only one not ready to kill me by the time the ship pulled in and that was because he was just as excited as I was. Daisy and Penny were waiting for us, probably together, and I was practically vibrating out of my uniform in anticipation. 

“Twenty bucks says he proposes in the next twenty four hours,” Phoenix not-so-softly whispered to Rooster who snorted,

“Double he does it in the next hour.” 

“Deal,” I rolled my eyes at them. Technically I was already late on proposing, the year anniversary of us meeting having come and gone, but I wasn’t going to rush it. I was going to wait until I had a ring and all the details planned out. 

“Remember, Hangman,” Mav elbowed my side, “You’re in uniform.” 

“I’ll remember if you do, Mav,” Mav grimaced.

“Good point, kid.” The Navy had a rule against PDA in uniform but no one usually paid attention to them when it came to loved ones before or after a deployment. Still, technically those were the rules. 

Javy was laughing at me the entire time as we slowly shuffled towards the top deck to disembark, asshole. I was happy that he and Phoenix were finally together but it also meant that he hadn’t gone eight months without his girl, they had been sneaking around the ship while the rest of us suffered. 

“Holy shit man, your family’s here,” Javy clapped me on the shoulder, pointing towards the crowd. Standing in a group were my parents, sisters, and Daisy. Mama and pops were hand-in-hand and my sisters had their arms around Daisy, who looked like she was crying. 

“I think this is the best homecoming I’ve ever had,” None of the ones before even compared in the slightest. My whole family and the love of my life were waiting for me, and it didn’t hurt that I knew I’d be eating something home cooked for dinner instead of take out for once. 

When it was finally my turn to step off the ship, I didn’t run but I wasn’t taking my sweet time either. Mama was the first one to hug me, wrapping me so tight in her arms that I dropped my bag on the pavement.

“I’m so happy you’re home, baby,” She sniffled, “Safe and sound.” 

“I missed you too, mama,” I kissed the top of her head before she backed away and pops took her place. “Good to see you, pops.” 

“Nice to have you home, son,” His voice was soft and his body was frail, but he still patted my back hard enough for me to feel it in my chest. “Your sisters got Daisy distracted?” What? I looked over and saw that Daisy was in a Seresin sister hug-sandwich,

“Yeah?” 

“Good, here,” Pops pulled away and pushed a small, black box into my hand. “It was your Grandma’s, your mama had it sized while you were gone.” I didn’t have to open the box to know what ring was inside the box. It was pops’ mom’s ring, silver with a small diamond, he had shown it to me when I was in high school and told me he’d be saving it for when I found the one. I felt tears fighting to spill,

“Thank you,” I managed to choke out, hugging him again. 

Daisy was next, pushed towards me by my grinning sisters and when I took her in my arms, all of my plans went right out of the window. She was crying and holding onto me like I’d run away at any moment, fingers curled into the back of my uniform.

“Marry me?” Daisy laughed into my shoulder, pulling away just enough to look up at me. Her face was red and her eyes were puffy but she was still the most beautiful woman in the world, “Marry me, Daisy.” 

“Amelia’s going to be so mad,” Daisy laughed, smiling bright. “Of course I’ll marry you, Jake.” I kissed her softly, aware that my family was staring at us, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Wildflower.” 

“Damn it, now I owe Rooster money,” Phoenix groaned, ending the moment. Daisy pushed out of my arms and threw herself at her best friend, who was hugging her just as tight, “God I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, Tasha,” I laughed, holding up the ring box. Daisy’s eyes went wide when she saw it, my sisters were laughing up a storm behind us.

“Oh, shit, forgot that part.” Daisy’s cheeks burned red as she made her way back to me, holding out a shaking hand.

“Wrong hand, baby,” I grabbed her left hand and slid the ring on. “Now you’re stuck with me,” I joked. Daisy rolled her eyes but she was smiling, “No refunds, returns,  or exchanges.” 

“Damn,” She sighed, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me forward until our lips were inches apart. “I was planning on swapping you for Bob.” 

“Too bad,” I kissed her and for the first time since I left, everything felt right.

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[violetmuses]

Roman Reigns + Correspondent!Reader 💫

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Author's Note: Hi! Here's another request. Thank you so much for reading my work. - V. 💜

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2024

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” Working around the tunnel, one smooth voice reached your attention this morning and you looked over to see Roman stand near his private room.

“Make it quick. I'm busy…” Your heels clicked, but Roman nearly spun you around to close the door.

______

“I missed you. Had to wake up by myself this morning.” After locking down entry, Roman dwindled space for both paths and smiled against your lips, chuckling.

“I missed you too, but…” You tried moving away, but lovely kisses stopped your words.

“You're so pretty. Look.” Turning your body, Roman faced this mirror and lifted your chin using calloused yet gentle fingers. “See that?”

“What do you want?” Despite leaning against him, you played games.

“Too busy?” His Southern accent teased while Ro started loosening your clothes.

Glancing down, you realized that this man slowly unfastened your shirt and left the bra exposed, giving one peek to that mirror while kisses warmed your neck.

You can't think straight, especially when his front meets your ass to veil the clothed erection. Even those large palms would circle your breasts.

“Baby…” You ignored so many names and leaned against him once more just to stop your knees from buckling.

Just when your husband considered taking off sweatpants, someone rattled the doorknob and began knocking.

Shit!

“Open the door.” Jimmy and Jey Uso started fooling around.

“Hold on.” Fighting the urge to kiss you again, Roman nearly scrambled to help with your clothes.

Gathering essentials, you “tried” to look busy while staying in this room, but Jimmy caught everything.

“Ooh!” Jimmy covered his mouth first before Jey noticed what happened.

“What?” Jey turned the corner and gasped upon realization. “Oh, damn! Uh, you missed a few buttons.”

“Fuck.” Looking down, you realized the mistake of dressing quickly and turned away from your brothers, trying to look presentable. “Well, see you later.”

Given no other choice, you pulled yourself together and left the room without even saying goodbye.

Dramatic as you leave, Roman used his back-end strength just to slide down this rear wall and laid out on his back, watching that fluorescent ceiling.

“What's wrong with you?” Humored, Jimmy almost knelt in return.

“She's perfect.” Roman's Southern accent pulled forward again.

Good God! Roman thought.

*****

Sometime later, you woke up on the road and rushed away from bed, immediately vomiting in bathroom.

“I'm here. That sounded rough. You okay?” Ro's voice offered kindness as dim lights helped your situation.

“Yeah. I probably ate too fast or something tonight.” Calming down, you tried to settle whatever prompted sickness.

“All right.” Roman eased once more. “I bought a thermometer and our First-Aid kit just in case, though.”

“Thank you.” You nodded, feeling more exhausted than beforehand.

“We'll go back to sleep.” Ro just pointed backward for amoment. "If it happens again, I'm calling for help.”

“I'm fine, don't worry. We have work to do.” You're stubborn this time.

“Sweetheart?” Roman lifted his brow and crossed both tattooed arms.

“I'm fine.” You repeated this sentence and went back to sleep, keeping water by the nightstand.

Just like me.

*******

“What happened?” Wrestler Naomi picked up trouble.

Soon enough, you ended up feeling sick again and hid in the tunnel's bathroom space.

“I'm fine.” Calling to Naomi, you flushed the toilet and thoroughly washed both hands, checking the mirror as exhaustion would lined your face again.

“Uh-uh.” Dressed in some classic neon wardrobe to kick ass on screen, Naomi quickly shook her head while facing you. “That's just counting number 2. Don't lie.”

“Food poisoning?” You pulled emotions together once more.

“Can't be.” Naomi refused. “I'm definitely telling Roman.”

“No!” You gritted. “The show starts soon.”

"Stay aware. If anything goes wrong, come find us.” Naomi promised.

Nodding by your friend, you understood the emergency plan and headed out, ready to work.

*****

Everything jumbled out of nowhere during one of the first segments.

You fainted while observing Roman and quietly laughing over your brothers. The production team hurried, but Ro, Jimmy and Jey yelled for privacy.

“Stop filming!”

“Don't touch my sister, man!”

You only “remember” how Roman carried you out of that building.

******

You were pregnant.

Reality grounded everyone as the ultrasound beeped when your senses brightened once more.

“That's crazy.” Almost laughing, Jey watched imagery with professionals and Jimmy teared up from silent happiness in the corner.

Chairing your bedside, Roman just turned his head down and dodged feelings in public.

“Get out.” Roman stood from his place and warned both cousins.

“What? No.” Jimmy scrunched up his face in response.

“Hey, Jim. Not now.” Jey would signal their problems again. “Let's go. I found the vending machine anyway.”

______

“Why didn't you tell me this time?” Roman pulled the question once medical staff turned away.

“Y'all got enough problems to deal with. Even if I left, the show would keep moving.” You sat in bed to keep answering.

“We've talked about everything. You think I'll just wear this ring to look good?” Roman lifted his wedding ring on purpose. “I'd make anything happen for you.”

“I know, but…” You struggled.

“I love you, but lyin’ to me will never work.” Ro grounded the truth.

“Of course. I'm sorry.” Tears reached your face as Roman kissed your forehead.

“I forgive you. Ready?” Roman finally smiled toward the monitor.

“Always.” No matter what happens, you'll join parenthood with your best friend.

‘Princess’ Anoa'i would arrive soon.

[miange1]

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 — adriana 'nana' scanchez

black riverside: is a series by me; it will be a series filled with gang violence, clubbing, pimping, cheating, gang wars, etc. there are mainly two gangs who hate each other, that being the 63rds and the Black Disciples Gang (if you get why i love you). it will consist of mlm, wlw, and mlw. i hope to take this series seriously.

tw: cheating, buying love, gun mentions, toxic relationships, obsessiveness, pegging, making out, grabbing, fingering, rough sex, manipulation

warning: adriana is a cheater, apart of the Black Disciples gang. she has serious issues where she continuously cheats on the reader, but physically cannot live without her. she is a lesbian, she will never be written with male reader. the woman in the photo is what adriana LOOKS like, that is NOT adriana and i do not know that woman. adriana is an oc.

adriana walked in with multiple bags in her hands, all from different expensive stores at the mall. she had done it again, checked out a woman right in front of you not even a week ago, and fucked her the next. you hadn't been talking to her, not blocking her but deliberately ignoring her and avoiding her.

acting like a lil' bitch is what constantly went through her mind. but as time went on, she found herself facing withdrawals. starting shit for no reason, shooting up stuff she wasn't supposed to, and fucking other girls just wasn't working out. she needed you back, so badly.

she knew how much you loved your clothes, your jewelry, and make up. lookin' all cute, she loved that and missed it. she made sure her gun was on safety, always keeping it strapped to her waist in case of absolutely anything.

we always had a copy of your key, flipping through her other keys then opening up the door. she texted you beforehand, but you just left her on read.

"ma?" she called out, slipping her shoes off and walking towards your room. you still had photos of her and you together up, she would smile to herself knowing you didn't have the guts to take them down. she missed you greatly and it boosted her ego knowing you did too.

"aye, ma. i know you're here, don't act like you ain't." she lightly knocked at your door, not waiting for a say so for her to come inside. she saw you against your headboard, your phone in your limp hand as you nodded off to sleep

"hey. ma, wake up." she nudged at you, setting the shopping bags down on your bed. when you stirred awake, your eyes instantly caught hers. "nana," you sighed, a roll on your eyes and your arm shrugging her hand off.

"what is this— why are you here?" she shrugged, moving the bags out the way. "i texted you but you left me on read. what, you thought i was playin'?" she smiled, chuckling to herself and her hand coming to your leg and inching up.

but it'd be cut off by a wince sucking through her teeth feeling a slap at her hand. "fuck was that for?" she asked you, and you looked at her like she was insane, like she had done nothing wrong.

"are you serious adriana? fuck..get out, just get out." In the blink of an eye she was closer to you, grabbing your wrist tightly. "ain't no need for all this shit," she squeezed, her voice lowering. "at least look at what i gotchu mama, the i'll go."

she watched as your jaw clenched, and you crawled over to the bags. your dream was in there. new dresses, jeans, skirts, jewelry, and belts.

"you like 'em?" her hands came to your waist, massaging at the side of them and her head coming to your shoulder. her lips kissed at your neck and jaw. ".. mhm." your head would lean back into the kisses and you touch, your thighs coming together before spreading again.

"i missed you ma."

her fingers massaged and curled inside of you, your body jolting and bucking into her hold. your arms along her shoulders slightly squeezing the loose shirt she wore. "mmh..look at you, so gorgeous ain't ya baby?"

your whimper gave her confidence, the way you melted and submitted to her had her core tight and warm. her lips stayed at your skin, continuously giving kisses and her hair tickling your arms and giving you goosebumps.

"i want you..i need you. don't you get that?" her thumb came to the bud which poked from your smooth folds, pressing and rolling at it. she sighed as she plunged her fingers deeper, just to feel your hips stutter forward, your grip tightening, and your moans getting higher.

"adri.." she shushed you, pulling her fingers out and giving a small tap to your cunt. "yeah, i gotchu."

the silicones thick head seemed to constantly kiss at the bump deep inside of you. your arms bending back and holding onto the headboard, your legs in the air and one of adriana's hands holding at your ankle. each time you'd move too far up, she'd yank you back onto your strap and purposely stop just to mate press you.

"you missed this, missed this dick didn't you? huh? answer me mama." she watched you struggle to nod your head and even get an answer out, your moans interrupting your sentence.

"y-oh! ahh, fuck! yes, yes!" she'd smirked, her other hand coming to your other ankle then bending your knees and pressing them to your chest. her chain tip kissed your skin coldly, her hips coming to another stop to bury herself inside deeper.

"fuck..your dripping," and you were, your own release and juices dripping down between your thighs and onto the bed. "so damn perfect, you're only for me." she'd lean back up, slipping her shirt off. her sports bra sticking to her with sweat as it dripped down her chest, shoulders, and back.

"look at you." she was breathing heavily, looking at you sprawled out and legs spread to your chest and pushing your tits up more. the tremble of your form, your jaw open and your eyes spaced out but still on her. that's all she needed, just needed your eyes on her and watching her.

"nana," your whine of impatience caught her attention, having her snap out of it. "mhm, don't worry i have you."

she started back up again, your back arching up for more and your legs coming to wrap around her waist. skin slaps, squelching, the headboard constantly hitting the wall. no other bitch she fucked could compare to this, compare to your body she was so addicted to.

"oh god..oh! adri! please, please please!" you'd beg, tears dripping to your temples. adriana'd groan deeply, collapsing down atop of you and her arm keeping herself uphold next to your head.

"god damn baby," her lips came to connect to yours, feeling the gloss smear onto hers. "mh, taste as good as last time i fucked this pussy." she sat up.

"my pussy." everything on you, belonged to her. all of it was hers.

[nofacebookreader]

Throne of Glass - Spite Book Review

A series should be good book 1; neither are good

Before Reading: I’ve seen many spoilers. I read Ass Blade first. Don’t regret it but that book was completely unnecessary. I can see why people regret reading it 3rd or 4th or whatever. I’m reading this out of spite. That way I can say I read both “book 1’s” in the TOG series and be done with it then. If TOG doesn’t grip me to read the next, I’m done trying to read this series.

-Chapter 1: Wasn't expecting Chaol this early in the book.

And an early introduction to Dorian? Ooooh, we move quickly here, I like it.

-Chapter 2: “How unfair of him to be royal and beautiful.” Dorian and Mamon are the only  two reasons I’m reading this series. So they’d better be hot.

-Chapter 3: Getting called out for her arrogance again. I doubt this trait will ever change in Celaena; so I can’t be bothered with her or her interests. If you took a shot everytime this bitch was arrogant you’d be dead before ass blade was done. It’s so off putting.

-Chapter 5: No idea why any of you like her with Chaol or Dorian. Or Rowan for that matter. Girl shoulda been single the entire time. Would’ve made a better story.

-Chapter 7: Ooooooh, daddy don’t like you. The back hand. Damn Dorian, what’s it like being a woman in your father’s eyes?

-Chapter 8: “I didn’t know assassin’s like to read!” Chaol, do you develop a personality outside of that bleached taint?

Dorian wanting her to read specific books to be discussed is kinda cute.

-Chapter 9: Chaol is giving Dain vibes; rule follower and terrible at compliments.

-Chapter 10: Not only am I sick of Celaena being arrogant, I'm sick of people claiming she’s beautiful. Blonde, blue eyed, white, yeah, no shit, I get it.

Oh look, she’s being called out  for being vain and Celaena goes into a “i’m not a pick me” speech. 

Gurl you’re the queen of pick me’s.

-Chapter 11: Awww “world’s greatest” on her back side with a man on top of her. And she has the arrogance to say he cheated. Last I checked every fight was till death dumb ass knife player. I can’t even be bothered to call her an assassin anymore. Pathetic.

-Chapter 12: I’m sorry we talked about books with Chaol for an hour? Imagine that, some character for Dai- Chaol to invest in; shocking.

-Chapter 13: Doesn’t Nahiemia die early? So I shouldn’t get too attached. 

“That pretty boy? He winked far too much! And smiled at every other woman in the room.” I like her. She gets it. 

I love how Chaol knows a fight is coming between him and Celaena. Don’t worry buddy, you’ll win, she’s been out of practice for years.

-Chapter 16: Chaol, quit pretending to have sympathy. You’re annoying at best and I hope Celaena is the one to cripple you, it’s what you deserve.

-Chapter 17: Dorian wants a woman he doesn’t find boring and I know he gets with Manon; yeah, i bet she holds your attention lol

-Chapter 18

No idea why Celaena gives Chaol her V card, this can couldn’t define personality if I let him look it up beforehand

-Chapter 20

This should’ve been a reverse harem, Celaena, Dorian, and Chaol. It’s been 13 months gurl, get over Sam, we all know you get with 3 other men after him and you’ve got the biggest hard on right now for both Chaol and Dorian

-Chapter 21-22

Yawn. I hate trials. It’s such a waste. False suspense when I know without a shred of a doubt the MC doesn’t die, get injured, or disqualified 

Was Lysandra's maidenhood really 5k? Yikes

Chaol needs to buy a personality, I’d give him money but chances are he’d eat it 

-Chapter 23 

Finally some torment to downsize her massive ego - whip harder next time

-Chapter 24

She’s got such a hard on for both of them… I get Dorian, but I’m still salty over Mr. Do I Have to Wait Till TOD For You to Achieve Personality

And ya’ll think Sam meant something to her (eyeroll)

She’d take both of them at the same time of Dorian batted his eyelashes and Chaol just stood there

-Chapter 25

Oh ew, she’s a descendent of a god? Yawn - “Galathynius” like I knew she was fae, cuz spoilers, but really? She's related to a god? Big pick me.

“Forget your friendships” gurl, Celaena is about to bone two men, that’s not happening (lol)

-Chapter 26

I keep forgetting there's a mystery here, about what is killing all these contestants 

Guess I don’t care and don’t find it compelling enough to pay attention to

I’m sure it’s obvious but I just don’t care enough

Prolly DNF the series after this book

Chaol being better at swordplay than Dorian is funny. Sitting and looking pretty must take up so much time. Chaol is so jealous of Dorian’s title is sickening I didn’t see it sooner 

-Chapter 27

I would die if it was Nehemiah killing off all the champions, its either her or Dorian since he showed up randomly as Celaena’s room at night. Like it’s gotta be someone that likes her and wants her to win or else they would’ve done away with her sooner.

Celaena has no balls, “worlds greatest” like you couldn’t make hitting him look like an accident? Not even close to greatness. My money would’ve been on the brute

Chaol’s personality is quickly becoming Celaena and it’s annoying

Like i get shes perfect for eugenics being blonde with blue eyes but every man liking her and noticing her beauty and fawning over her is getting super old

-Chapter 29

I’m getting bored. Nothing is happening. The trials are barely there, she’s a tease for every man with eyes, and the only one I care about is Dorian but I hate him with Celaena. 

-Chapter 30

It’s Dorian. The monster is Dorian.

-Chapter 33

I’m gonna DNF soon, this is going absolutely nowhere. SJM can’t write a good first book to save her life

-Chapter 34

DNF. I’m retiring from SJM. I can’t even spite read this, it’s so dull. Might make some fanfic with Celaena, Dorian, and Chaol tho.

[synonymouswithanonymous]

Commentary

Too much ridiculousness for one post, but commentary on some points. As usual skip if uninterested. 😂 super long I expect no one to read this. But tagging anyway. Better this way than 5 separate ones! 😊😊 and again, in defense of JM/AHA.

Posting photos of his mom before he did is "tone deaf"? To who? She doesn't need your fan approval to live her life. She probably has permission to post what she wants. Seriously "tone deaf" to who? They call her their in-law.

Let me get this straight...JM and friends living their lives as they usually do, with IG pictures videos....she gets cast in AHA's show. Fans of a certain nature "watch" her and her friends. As they "watch" all female interactions and follow who and where he likes and what photos he likes. You think She's supposed to know beforehand that she and her friends will be watched that hard??? You think she was expecting the Spanish inquisition? She's supposed to predict he has those kind of fans? She's supposed to know that certain fans would monitor her and her friends every move on socials the moment she was cast in that show or the moment she GASP was photographed near him, her coworker. So she can't live her life now without being constantly monitored, bc he has those kinds of fans that ZOOM into a bag in the background, to find a comic con tag. Is that why this "hint" of a photo has never been posted? Haters did admit to checking location tags too. She can't even post something for less than 1-2 minutes, even by accident, bc it'll be grabbed in 18 seconds. Even if she was warned its still unlikely she understood how dedicated you were to following her every move in order to try to squeeze information out about AHA's private life. You talk a lot about boundaries while ignoring so many boundaries.

AHA has Joe Goldberg-esque fans.

It's so laughable to keep trying to pass off the whole no one really likes her, not even coworkers. 😂😂😂😂 what? You're so mad at her over AHA that you have to claim she has a "bad heart," and no one really likes her....ignoring all evidence to the contrary.I keep saying it but this is ridiculous.

As for Fanny did they forget she became single sept/Oct 2023 as per the articles date. And AHA/JM revealed themselves April 2023? Dated/known each other for almost a year at that point before the reveal. So Fanny became single after the couple knew each other for a year and a half.

Is Fanny B friends with all of his other friend groups? Rikke? Why does she have to be best friends with JM to make YOU think she doesn't hate her? I'm sure she doesn't hate Rikke either, why do they have to be visibly close on social media to convince you of anything?

I'm not reading Fanny B as the jealous girl type, who pines now that she's single lol. Plus she's been partying/filming and having fun since last summer. They've kissed in 2 movies, if it was there it'd be there.....its not.

Why drag Fanny or MK (who implied he wasn't what she wanted/rejected him) into your hate filled nonsensical theories?

You can't resist casting all the females as some sort of anti-woman trope/stereotypes. 🤔

But then.....the "3 people" did say they weren't good at reading social interactions/cues (they're the ones sharing their diagnoses) so it's no wonder they can't tell the difference between friends dancing/interacting and lovers dancing/interacting. Again they literally told everyone about this difficulty they have, but then say what they say.

So the haters are saying she demeans him, but then haters say he's no longer in his prime. And call him a has been...😂😂😂 call him a lapdog. Call him stupid. Talk shit about his tv shows, acting, and his roles. Yea good loyal fans lol *sarcasm* sigh. All bc he got a GF and is happy. You know about 2 JOKES, you condemn her, but take a look at your words and their frequency.

You think that living your life and sharing photos occasionally is lording something over you. What? That That's her bf? That She has him and you don't? Is that what you mean by lording? You (haters) probably are the only ones thinking like that because YOU ARE JEALOUS. You can deny it, but why else are you so invested in creating an evil persona For her? Trying to convince everyone she's bad? To the point you mistranslate and make up stories. 

I highly doubt they think of much more than how the angles look when posing for a picture. Lol😂😂😂 their posts ARE NOT aimed at you. Nor about lording, her proclaimed by you, "prize" over his fans. That is some ridiculous projection.

Also there's a difference between gossip, regular gossip and harmful gossip. And the affect it has on people, mental health, and careers.

[jodilin65]

My favorite rodent and I just shared a meal together. Yesterday, I was tired as fuck because an unusually loud truck woke me up, and it was hard to get back to sleep. Today, I'm still tired as fuck because I woke up struggling to breathe through my nose. Once I switched out the kid's nose strip for an adult one, it opened me up a little more. Still had trouble falling back asleep right away, so this is the second time my sleep was broken up, and any idiot with half a brain knows that just one night of shitty sleep can really make you feel horrible the next day.

I think I should definitely go down with the full clonazepam next time around. I know part of it is stress, but today I feel a sense of hope and determination much stronger than I've been feeling in a while. I only hope to hell it's not false hope. You know how life is— we plan, and then life shits on those plans. Nonetheless, the plan is to get our health on track this year and bust out of here next year.

I know I said I wasn't as desperate to escape this place as the last place since it's not nearly as noisy, but yeah, I am. With the way my allergies have been and the intermittent asthma, you bet I'm definitely ready to go! Although outside sources only wake me up once in a while, my own damn body is waking me up nearly every single fucking time I sleep. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. So in a sense, even though it's quieter here, I'm sleeping worse than at the old place.

Moving to a dry climate won't uncollapse my nasal valve, but it will back the allergies off. If my nose isn't so swollen from allergies, then the nasal valve issue won't matter as much. It won't be as noticeable. Even Tom feels it at times. Yes, I'll miss the warmer weather, and yes, this is a cute house. But the climate is all wrong for me, the house is too small, healthcare is even more fucked up here, and I feel totally out of place being in such a red state even though I’m antisocial and keep to myself. The people here just aren’t as friendly in general, and I’m sick of being in a flight path and listening to dozens of planes a day. It's after midnight, and they're still going.

A quick check shows that Oregon has Death with Dignity laws, and land outside Klamath Falls starts at around 15 grand. I was wondering about the area between the city and the base of the mountain we were on—that way, it wouldn’t take an hour to get to a hospital if we needed one. I know we weren’t on the mountain long, but I don’t remember hearing a single sonic boom while we were there. I hated the cold and snow, but out of all the states I’ve lived in, my asthma and allergies were the best there. Some of our happiest times were there. Not saying we would go back, but it’s interesting to gather as much information as we can even though it wouldn’t be adding a new state to our list of adventures and my TMJ may be worse. Becky wouldn’t be around but neither would the noisy monsoons. So, just trying to keep all our “drier” options open.

So he's going to check into dealing with his cataracts, and I'm getting this damn tooth pulled next Monday. The gum area started irritating me, and realizing that I don't want to have to worry about it getting infected—which is the worst pain I've ever experienced—and since it just doesn't feel right, I had him call the dentist since I had to sleep. I guess it's going to be about $40. They anticipate it breaking up, but hopefully, it will be a simple elevate-and-extract. I don’t know what kind of sedation they offer, but the most important thing is getting a numbing agent without epinephrine. Hopefully, they have that. I may or may not take clonazepam beforehand. I trust that this is a good dentist who knows what she’s doing, so I’m not too worried about it. Unless it does break up, it shouldn’t take long. It takes a lot longer for the numbing agent to set in than it does for the pulling. I just didn’t want to wait five more weeks until my maintenance appointment, and I didn’t even know that they could pull it at that time anyway. So that tooth is officially on death row! I look forward to getting rid of the weird feeling thing, and it will be one less tooth to worry about. Funny because after having my wisdom teeth pulled and the impacted baby tooth pulled, I thought I was done having teeth pulled, but that was about four teeth ago. This is going to end up being the ninth pull.

Then we got some bad news. I can’t get into the sleep lab for a study until June. So by the time I got the CPAP, I would be struggling to get used to it during storm season. During July, August, and September, it storms nearly every day. I was damn near in tears of frustration as we talked about all the medical expenses holding us back from getting the fuck out of here. Then an idea came to me— what if we bypass the referral?

I know you have to have a prescription for one, but if I could get this denier of a pulmonologist to give me a copy of the original CPAP prescription, we could just buy a CPAP outright from Amazon, and it would actually end up being cheaper than the portion we would have to pay for the sleep study and the CPAP that we would still have to pay for anyway. This way, I also wouldn’t have to stress about one of us being available when they call every month to ask if I’m okay with accepting new parts that they change periodically. We could just get them ourselves at our own convenience. We'd have to pay for it, but they usually have good deals on Amazon.

The tricky part may be getting the prescription. Mr. "You can’t have N24 if you’re sighted" is rather defiant in some ways, but worst-case scenario, we’ll go to another pulmonologist. Really wish the second one I saw was in-network, but he’s not. Tom has to do more research first to see if that really would save us the money we think it would.

A good friend of mine reminded me that I’m definitely not alone. She, too, had a test for sleep apnea, and while she doesn’t have it, she was told she just has delayed sleep and disturbed sleep. Just like me, she made multiple attempts to get on a “normal” schedule, but it only got her so far for so long. I think N24 progresses the older we get because it's gotten harder and harder with age to try to force myself on a different schedule or to break up my sleep.

That’s the problem with some doctors—yes, they went to school for years and had a lot of training, but no one knows our bodies like we do. Two other doctors confirmed I do indeed have N24, and it's really a no-brainer in this case. I mean, it was as obvious that I had it before I was diagnosed as it was obvious that something was wrong with my thyroid just based on the symptoms. Not everything is that complicated. If you read a list of symptoms and you can check off every single one of them and nothing else correlates with those symptoms, you're almost certainly going to have that particular issue.

So I'm definitely anxious to get our health on track and get the fuck out of here. Hopefully, the white lines appearing on my nails don’t mean anything other than that I’m getting older. I’ve got white lines appearing from the tips to the cuticles on several nails. Some don’t go all the way back to the cuticle. I’ve never had this many before. Most of them are in my toenails. I read that it can be a sign of heart, kidney, or liver trouble, but more than likely, it’s related to age and my thyroid since I doubt I have any nutritional deficiencies.

Anyway, my only concern would be sonic booms, but I would rather get boomed and monsooned awake at times than feel exhausted every single fucking day. My worst fear is still that a CPAP doesn’t help and I have chronic fatigue, but I can’t know that until I get the CPAP back that I never should have given up and make damn sure I use it. And believe me, I am more determined than ever to do just that!

I also don’t want to stick around long enough for climate change to hurl a Cat 4 or 5 straight at us. Even if a Cat 3 hit us head-on, the results could be devastating. Hell, I would go back to Oregon—cold and snowy as it was—before I remained here, as I told Tom. Do I regret leaving there for the reasons we left? Yes and no.

I dreamed that my parents were alive again, and I was actually happy to see them. We were sitting in some restaurant or someplace in public, eager to chat and catch up. “I have so much to tell you and ask you!” I exclaimed excitedly. Of course, my mother had to be annoyed with me at times, but it was otherwise a very pleasant meeting.

I've often imagined them suddenly being alive again and reaching out to me, wondering how I would react if that could actually happen. I'm sure my heart would be in a great tug-of-war with my mind. My heart would be curious and say, Hey, shitty parents or not, they were still my parents. But my mind, which is usually much more sensible than the heart, would remember their abuse and the fact that people don’t change. Mom would still be a selfish, narcissistic, jealous, and overly sensitive bitch, while my father would still look the other way when he wasn’t actively making excuses for her.

[cynthiasoriano]

     Seated with lemonade and funnel cake it was a challenge not to smile with Travis' humor and good mood, it was infectious and Cynthia hadn't quite realized how much she needed lightening up until that moment. Without a break, working constantly, always feeling too connected since she was the writer, host, and producer along with the screening and research beforehand it was easy to be consumed. None of that mentioned the audience and the need to engage and interact, especially on social media, and because of all of the above there was rarely me time and a break. So, her parents had been right in dragging her out. Good company only improved the day.

❝ ⸻ Tighter shirts? I had no idea they could get even tighter, ❞ Cyn teased, her lips curled in good fun, ❝ I suppose vacuum sealed has it's fanbase. ❞ At least he acknowledged the stereotypes and played on them. ❝ No, no—you men always play about loving your girls a little obsessed and psycho until you really get a taste of it. Then somehow we're the bad guy for you becoming your own season of You. I'm not buying it. ❞ There was an eyeroll to assist the faux skepticism that had taken over her features. After she adjusted the bunny ears and offered a nod of approval, Cynthia sipped from the lemonade while her eyes did a little wandering to check out the moms. Single or not. There were plenty looking his way. ❝ Then at least one of us looks like they have it together at this table, ❞ she winked.

❝ Please, ❞ Cyn scoffed, not a negative sound, more of a get real response, ❝ these days blue collar men are all the rage. Women love rough hands and knowing their man can take care of business. ❞ Then a smirk took shape and she leaned forward into her arms crossed atop the table, a glint in her eyes. ❝ Dad bods are all the rage, too. ❞ Not that Travis appeared to be anywhere close to that but she was trying to point out there was a difference between fantasy men and real men. His laughter makes Cyn smile. One of her favorite things and best feelings was seeing those she cared about light up in the way he just had. ❝ What do you think those are when us ladies get together for our brunch dates? ❞ Her own laughter had filled the space. It had been a while for her and this was a reminder how much she needed to work on her work/life balance. ❝ You can still be the keynote speaker, though. Might actually do you some good to hear all the shit us women say. You can take it back to your next man folk gathering. ❞ 

There wasn't much to say in response to Travis' life updates. It was good to hear he was holding up so Cyn nodded in accepting the information but wondered about his hard life a bit. Ranching wasn't easy and it was often thankless. Long days of hard labor that didn't pay much. Cynthia had the impression it was rewarding in some way, she just hadn't been close enough to see or understand it. A little piece of the funnel cake was broken off with her fingers and she laughed at his commentary. If only Josh had a personality like this back in the day she might not have been so quick to rush out of Briar Ridge for the Big Apple. ❝ Speaking of Instagram accounts you've gotta take a picture with me before you run off for weiner roasting on the grill with your buddies, or hunting after your sugar overdosed kiddo passed out in the grass somewhere. ❞ The phone she'd been using to snap pictures as she moved about the Spring Fling was set screen up on the table, she had nothing salcious to hide, as an indicator that she was serious. ❝ I'm actually kind of grateful they dragged me out too. My name's become Jack and I've become a dull boy lately. ❞ Maybe much longer than that.

Finally she took a bite of the fling fare, the taste immediately drove her into the nostalgia of warm summer carnival nights. Cynthia's eyes closed and she smiled and savored the deep fried crunch and sweetness. Happiness was usually best served not delving back into those kind of memories, especially since she was having a good time with Travis. His playful and gentlemanly nature reminded her of what she'd been missing since her life was upended. There had to be more than this.

❝ You—having a thought? ❞ A brow quirked as her lips pulled up in a smirk as she teased. As he talked she imagined a dog with a manicure and then laughed to herself. Never had she pictured this home life for Travis, the domestication, but she really loved it for him. She listened while also people watching. The name drop pinched her brows together and she had a feeling she should know who that was. Then he mentioned the ranch and it came together. Yes, The Parkers, known well enough in the area. She remembered hearing about them in school. The boys were always what the girls talked about wanting to catch the eyes of. Plus, her family was friends with Lana's, and Lana and Shane were a fable. ❝ Unresolved issues? ❞ Cynthia leaned forward, a come again expression directed at him, ❝ did you say unresolved issues? How did you know my type so well? ❞ It would be even funnier if it hadn't been true. ❝ You should really do a side hustle of writing people's dating profiles for them. ❞

Still, she heard him out and snacked on another small piece of the funnel cake. ❝ So, just to clarify, I'm charm school now? I've become so old and spinster that I'm now a training tool before men are rereleased back into the wild of dating? ❞ Amused by his sell of his friend in trying to set up a date, at least that was what Cynthia was assuming in all this, she gave him a sideways glance and cocked an ear in his direction. ❝ I'm the worst stalker in the history of stalking. It took me five years to reconnect with you on chance, ❞ she laughed, then shrugged, ❝ Would he even be interested in a divorcee? ❞ It was surprising just how many men looked down on a woman for having a past.

❝ So, it's really a public service? You're asking so that he can get ready to get back out there? ❞ With a small smile she shook her head. ❝ Does he even know you're doing this? Does he want to do this? ❞ It wouldn't exactly be fair to her to sit through something forced.

Travis hands off one of the lemonades into Cynthia’s waiting hands with a grateful grunt, the tray shifting just slightly to balance the funnel cake on it better. “Much obliged,” he quips, tipping his head like a gentleman might before a duel—if that duel involved powdered sugar and flirtation. Her presence settles into his ribs like a familiar warmth, and though he tries to play it cool, there is that lopsided grin again, tugging more by instinct than actual charm.

“Close to me, huh?” he repeats the words like molasses on his tongue—thick, slow, and just a little sweet. “Damn, Cyn, if I’d known that was your game back then, I might’ve started wearin’ tighter shirts and washing my truck more often.” Her comment about stalking him though, has him chuckling low, the kind of sound that feels earned, not automatic. “If this is stalkin', I might be developing a kink for it. So careful, darlin’. I’m impressionable.”

He lets her adjust the bunny ears on his head, standing still like some overgrown toddler letting a school teacher fix his costume. “Better?” he asks, tilting his head again with mock seriousness, though his gaze has softened immeasurably, unreadable but settled right on her. “You make it look like I’ve got my shit together.”

The comment about the moms have him sideways glancing at her with a smirk. “Please. I ain’t the hot ticket out here—no offense to Sadie’s fashion expertise—but I’m just background noise compared to all the real dads with barbecue aprons and mini-fridges hidden in their wagons. I’m just here for the funnel cake and potential emotional whiplash.” And then when she says another, like it means something, he damn near loses his composure to laughing. “I swear, you could open up your own support group. ‘Exes Anonymous: Hosted by Cynthia, Meetings every third Wednesday behind the VFW.’” He gives her a teasing once-over and adds, “I’ll be the keynote speaker, obviously.” In case she was wondering where he would fit in.

His teasing then softens at her last words, though. The little mention of building her life again not going unnoticed, even if she was quick to pivot. Travis’s eyes scan the crowd, watching the kids flinging bean bags at a poorly painted bunny face. “I’m holdin’ up,” he finally answers, a little more honest now, tone dipping somewhere quieter, calmer. “Sadie’s runnin’ circles with a pack of sugar-high hooligans, and Evan’s talkin’ politics with her dad, which means I’m legally required to not engage unless I want to die of boredom.”

He looks back at Cynthia, really looks at her this time. “But I gotta say... this little detour?” He lifts the tray slightly in salute. “Definitely the highlight of the afternoon.” He nods toward a shady table just off the main path. “C’mon, let’s sit. I need to share this funnel cake with someone, or I’m gonna end up on one of those ‘dad bod gone wrong’ Instagram accounts.” Then, more softly as they start walking: “Glad your folks dragged you out. Gives me someone to be caught on purpose with.”

As they stroll toward the shaded table, the scent of powdered sugar trailing behind them like a cartoon wisp, Travis plops the tray down with a satisfied grunt and pulls out one of the flimsy folding chairs for her like a man raised right, even if he did it with a little smirk that says don’t expect me to be this smooth all the time.

Afterwards, he flops down into the chair across from her, stretching his long legs out with a groan that makes him sound far more older than he is, and then, with a twinkle in his eye and a mouth full of mischief, he leans in just a touch.

“So,” he starts off casually, tearing off a corner of the funnel cake and dunking it in the pile of sugar like he wasn’t about to cause some trouble, “I had a thought the other night, right after Sadie tried to give the dog a manicure and Evan was threatening to hide the glitter nail polish.” He pops the bite in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully, then points a sugar-dusted finger her way. “You ever met Wes Parker?”

He pauses for dramatic effect, licking sugar off his thumb before continuing like it wasn’t a setup. “Little brother of my best friend. Works up at Silver Creek Ranch off near the highway—you know the one that smells like a barn and unresolved issues.” Travis gives her a sly grin. “He’s…how do I put this politely… grumpy? Like if Eeyore had a beard and hated fun. But underneath all that brooding, I swear there’s a decent guy in there somewhere. He just needs a good shove into the deep end of charm school.”

Lifting his lemonade like a toast, Travis finishes: “You, Cyn, you could be that shove.” He tries to keep a straight face, he really does, but the corners of his mouth twitch all the same. “Just one night out. For science. Or charity. Or just ‘cause I’m dyin’ to see Wes try to flirt with someone who can talk back without bursting into flames.”

He leans back, draping one arm over the back of his chair. “What do you say? Wanna perform a public service and make my week ten times more entertaining?” Eyes narrowing with feigned suspicion and too much banter, he continues, “Unless, of course, you are stalking me, and dating my best friend’s brother would ruin the whole long game plan you’ve got goin’ on.” He offers her a final mock gasp to tie it all off. “The betrayal!”

[writerpeach]

Downpour

fromis_9 Jisun x Male Reader

8595 words

Categories: smut, mommy kink, oral

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Thirty-percent chance of precipitation today.

The loud squeak of windshield wipers working their hardest proved the contrary, trying to keep up with the furious rain pounding your car. Weather forecasts were always full of shit, you’d probably have a better chance winning the lottery than them correctly predicting the weather.

Another crack of lightning lit up the obscured road, being trailed by a deafening roar of thunder that made your heart race. You’d never seen the skies so dark, so gloomy, so angry as if Mother Nature was enacting revenge on some poor soul.

Guided only by taillights it became harder to see much of anything, keeping your distance in between impatient cars. The right choice was made as cars sped by, splashing your windows and ruining visibility further as if they had forgotten they were on oil-slicked streets and not the Daytona 500.

You still had a good thirty minutes left to your place, normally no less than a five-minute drive in usual circumstances as the harsh storm showed no signs of letting up.

More lightning struck in the distance as the rain continued punishing the highway, thunder roaring enough to vibrate the windows, demanding its presence be known

“Thirty percent my ass,” you mumbled to yourself, cursing the idea of men and women in suits fabricating lies and getting paid to do so. You just hoped it didn’t hail, you would be home soon safe and sound with a cup of hot tea in your hands snuggled under the blankets.

The thunder grew louder, and you felt you were tempting fate at this point by continuing on, but consequences be damned, you felt no need to pull out.

Right before you were about to make your exit off the freeway, a stranded car caught your eye pulled off to the side of the road. The hood popped, blinkers flashing and you could barely make out the outline of someone waving desperately for help to anyone to no avail.

Traffic was light in this part of town, especially at night. Maybe it was too dark, maybe people didn’t care or both. You couldn’t just pass by without offering assistance, pulling behind them and shutting the engine off.

You grabbed your umbrella out of the backseat, pulled the hood of your jacket up over your head as you stepped out of the car. You were immediately bombarded by cold rain as you opened your umbrella as a shield to deflect it, heading towards the troubled car.

“Need any help?” you asked, as you approached the stranger, umbrella in hand. The owner of said car was a young woman, wearing a thin jacket that did little to protect from the rain, and you couldn’t tell if she had tears on her cheeks naturally or from the rain.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for stopping!” she said, suppressing a sniffle as you were able to clearly see her face, the rain doing its damndest to cover her beautiful features up.

“I-I don’t know anything about cars, it just stopped working. I tried to call for help but my battery died. I just filled the tank this morning, I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know much either. Let’s get you out of the rain and I’ll see if I can call a mechanic.”

“T-thank you!” the woman graciously said, keeping your umbrella hovering over her head, trying to keep her from getting even more soaked.

“You must be freezing, I have a blanket in the backseat of my car if you don’t mind sitting in it.”

“N-not at all, thank you!” she said, as you led the way, opening up one of the back doors to allow her passage as she carefully stepped inside, taking a seat next to the window. You closed the door as the shivering woman wrapped herself in the thick blanket you kept back there for emergencies, heading behind the steering wheel and caught your first serious glance of the beautiful woman in the rear-view mirror.

Doing a quick search on your phone it took three different shops before any picked up, the result being unsatisfying.

“Are you doing okay?” you asked, as you looked over your shoulder at the beautiful stranger, her expression much more jubilant in nature now.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for saving me.”

“It was no problem. They said it would be at least an hour before they can send a tow truck to come pick up your car. They’re all backed up. I’m sure other places will be the same.“

“That’s understandable,” she said with an audible sigh.

“Is there somewhere I can take you?” you asked, vicious thunder rudely interrupting the conversation.

“Maybe we should wait out the storm?” she suggested, tilting her head to the side as you could see her nervous expression, her lips quivering.

“That’s not a bad idea.”

The woman sitting in your backseat flashed an innocent warm smile for the first time as a sense of relief overcame her, releasing a deep breath as she relaxed into the seat.

“It’s really coming down still. Would you mind keeping me company back here?” she shyly asked, patting the seat next to her. The rain crashed against the roof harshly, droplets sounding like a golf ball being slammed against the protective roof.

“Sure thing,” you said, crawling over the center console towards the back seat, smacking your head on the ceiling as you took the middle seat next to her.

“Are you okay?” she asked, giggling cutely as you rubbed the top of your head, checking for any bumps but the only thing hurt was your dignity.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

You fumbled in the dark, turning on the dome light to shatter the darkness as you both flinched, regretful that you didn’t give a warning beforehand.

“Sounds like you’re having a bad day,” you said, stating the obvious.

“You could say that,” she shyly said, her charming voice light and airy as she tucked strands of light blonde hair behind her ears.

“Thank you again.”

“Of course.”

“I was so worried when my car broke down, I didn’t know what to do,” she said, her arms still discernibly shivering.

“You’re safe now. Are you still cold? I can turn the heater on.”

She shook her head politely. “I think I just need to take this wet jacket off,” she said, removing it from her body as you took it from her, placing it on the empty seat next to you.

“That’s better.”

When she was in the right position you caught a glimpse of cleavage, but you tried not to stare.

The attractive blonde had on a simple white top underneath with a thin gold necklace that resembled more of a bra than a shirt as she adjusted the straps. Her pretty shoulders were exposed and didn’t have on more than a pair of jean shorts. It wasn’t that surprising why she was a bit chilly.

“You know...I’ve heard that huddling together is a good way to keep warm.”

“Is it?” you asked, feigning ignorance as you admired the color in her pupils.

“It’s worth a shot,” she replied, making her way over to your side as she climbed your lap. She left the blanket on the seat and avoided making the same mistake you did, clearly losing the height advantage you made it easier.

Her legs wrapped around your waist as you could feel the body heat rising already as she got comfortable.

“Is it helping?” you asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” she coyly said, pressing her body closer against yours, her breasts pressing against your chest.

“I’m feeling pretty warm myself now,” you said, looking into her gaze. She had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, just one look made you liable to get lost in them.

“I wouldn’t want you to overheat now…” she said, abruptly grabbing on the collar of your shirt and gently tugging on it, pulling it up and over your head as you lifted your arms to assist her.

“What about now?”

“I think I’m feeling much better.”

“Good,” she replied.

“You’re so pretty.”

She blushed, her cheeks helping warm the rest of her body. “Thank you. I think we can still do better,” she said, searching for the dome light and turning it off, leaving the car cloaked in almost complete darkness. Only scattered lightning strikes assisted in lighting up her features.

“What's your name?” you asked. She hesitated for a moment placing a hand on your shoulder and began tracing your bare chest with her fingertip.

Without saying another word she traced random patterns, moving from your neck down your abdomen, her touch tantalizing your senses. She moved back up to your chest as she formed the letter “J”, picking her finger up as she proceeded to write her name on your bare skin.

“...I”

“...S”

“...U”, she traced one more letter as you put them all together, her fingernail digging into your chest just enough to not cause any pain.

“...N”

“Your name is Jisun?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

Her cheeks reddened again. ”Thank you. For everything. You’re really sweet.”

Jisun caught you by surprise, her small hands cupping your face as she leaned inward. The next fit of lighting struck perfectly, lighting up the back seat as her warm lips pressed up against yours, earning your first taste.

Her lips were impossibly soft, she tasted like a sweetened version of the rain, an addicting sample that you needed more of.

“Without you I’d still be stuck in the rain. Let me pay you back.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Jisun. You really don’t have to do anything.”

“But I want to. You’re my savior.”

You shook your head repeatedly. “I’m not, I would have done it for anybody.”

“I’m glad you did it for me then,” she said, kissing your lips again with more passion, more fire behind her gaze. “Let me do something for you. Anything, please?”

Her offer wasn’t necessary, but it would have been rude to refuse her generosity. You noticed at that moment you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her chest, even in the dim moonlight shining through.

“Can you take this top off?” you reluctantly asked, hoping you wouldn’t get a slap in the face in return.

“Of course. I meant anything,” she said without any delay, lifting her top up and over her head, flinging it behind her as it landed in the passenger seat. Her clothed breasts look so large and inviting, her skin soft and immaculate you just wanted to caress every inch of her.

Jisun didn’t waste time as your eyes roamed her body, dismounting your lap long enough to peel her jean shorts down her wide hips.

“Won’t need those anymore,” she smirked, leaving herself exposed in a cute set of white bra and panties. Her breasts were pushed up perfectly, and you didn’t know whether to stare at her surprisingly thick thighs or her bottomless cleavage.

“You have a really nice body, Jisun.”

Her charming eyes were intense and mesmerizing as she held her sweet gaze on you. “You can see more of it if you’d like.”

“Please,” you said, as soon as your syllable finished Jisun reached behind her back to unhook her bra, divesting it into the darkness as it landed on the rear dash, freeing her beautiful full breasts.

You grew speechless as you stared at Jisun’s newly exposed chest, her breasts such a perfect shape with beautiful cherry pink nipples, stiffening already either in part to the weather or her arousal, you didn’t care which.

“Can I touch you, Jisun?” you cautiously asked, instantly met with an approving nod.

“Please do.”

Not wasting a precious second you grabbed her hips, her skin warm to the touch and silky soft as you explored her body, touching her stomach and stopping just below her wonderful breasts, waiting for her blessing.

“Put your hands all over me,” she pleaded, the necessary invitation you craved as you cupped her warm breasts, delicious flesh in your fingertips as you felt the weight in your hands. Your pants tightened as you ran both thumbs over opposing pretty nipples.

Jisun moaned softly and closed her eyes for a second, trying to hide the desire in them.

“They’re sensitive,” she whined cutely, and you wanted to test that out as you pinched her nipples, rolling them between your fingers and sucked on the one closest to your mouth.

You felt Jisun’s hips buck as your lips latched on to the beautiful bud, applying firm pressure as you slurped gently on it, swirling your tongue around it and earning more beautiful moans that were drowned out by the still obnoxious thunderstorm.

Switching breasts you suckled them hungrily, devouring her tits and starving for more. Her wide eyes filled with pleasure as her nipples grew swollen and doused in saliva. You gave her sensitive tips a brief respite, licking in between her breasts, tasting the sweat that had formed which did little to quench your thirst as you kept your face buried in her cleavage.

You were content to stay there until the dawn broke, smothering yourself with her perfect breasts, but held back as you wanted to explore more of her body, kissing her collarbone and neck in several places, only to be met with more sensual moans.

More kisses, more places to touch, her deliciously soft skin being peppered with your lips, kissing wherever you could as you rested your hands on her back, keeping her small frame close to you.

You returned to her delicious lips, drinking in the intoxicating taste of Jisun as soft kisses grew more heated, hands wandering everywhere in the dark and desperate to touch naked flesh.

Jisun came up for air, gasping lightly as she angled her head into the crook of your neck, sucking on it with much fervor, living her lipstick stains on your flushed skin.

“I want you,” Jisun whispered seductively in your ear, nibbling on your lower earlobe while a hand found your crotch, cupping your bulge wantonly.

“I want you inside me,” she said, licking the side of your neck as her seductive gaze met yours, impossible to look away and you’d do anything she asked at that moment.

“I want you more,” you replied, kissing her breasts as she lifted herself off your lap just enough to slip her panties off, as you unbuttoned your pants, yanking them down to your ankles along with your boxers and you’ve never been so thankful to be freed of clothes.

Jisun took her place back on your naked lap, straddling you tightly as she grabbed your stiffening shaft, stroking you from base to tip slowly.

“Do you think anyone will see us?” she asked, running her slim fingers around your length with a delicate grip as you throbbed, another abrupt roar of thunder that startled you both as you caressed her cheek in reassurance.

“I wouldn’t care if they did,” you said, Jisun flashing a smile in agreement.

Jisun lined her inviting entrance with your shaft, carefully positioning herself and elevated her body. She took an audible deep breath as she pushed her hips down and sank down onto your cock, the tip penetrating her and sending a flood of pleasure as you both moaned together.

“F-fuck…”

Jisun leaned in as her hands wrapped around the nape of your neck, taking a second to adjust and began to take a ride on your stiff throbbing cock. One look in her sensual eyes heightened your arousal and her hips moved, stretching her out ever so gently.

The rain had finally calmed down, no longer causing alarm but now a calming presence, adding a beautiful soundtrack to what was happening in your steamy backseat. Jisun moved her naked body in a slow, precise rhythm, savoring every time your shaft left her pussy, anticipating the next stroke inside her.

Jisun was incredibly tight as was expected but not like this. Her pussy was so warm and wet, smothering your shaft as she impaled herself with half your length, taking in the pleasure one step at a time. With each ride she released a steady stream of erotic moans, her voice an orgasm in itself.

“You feel really good inside me,” she whispered in your ear, insisting on keeping her cute voice low as if she were your own personal sexual ASMR, every syllable of honey shooting tingles up your spine.

“Not as good as you feel around my cock,” you replied, placing your hands on her soft buttcheeks, squeezing the soft flesh she grew drunk with pleasure.

Jisun quickened her movements, taking more of you into her tight pussy as her wet lips gripped your cock tightly, demanding you stay inside her for as long as she wanted. She bounced her juicy ass on your crotch as your hands moved to the front of her torso, squeezing her breasts again as your shaft became covered in her slick juices.

“Suck my tits more,” she demanded, grabbing the back of your head and pressing her flawless breasts into your face, suffocating you with her delicious mounds. You stuck your tongue out and licked what warm skin you could, released from the confines of her flesh after several seconds as you took her sensitive nubs into your mouth, stimulating them endlessly with your lips and tongue.

“Just like that, fuck,” Jisun moaned, bouncing on your cock harder as you planted sloppy kisses on her breasts, palming and messily suckling on them as if Jisun’s voluptuous soft breasts were a top-notch meal and you had an insatiable appetite for them.

You did everything you could to Jisun’s tits, licking and slurping on her delicious nipples, teasing them with your tongue, biting them, devouring every inch of her breasts. She grew wetter with every movement, and you took a break from the buffet that was her chest, relaxing into the seat once more.

“How does that feel? Do you like when I ride your cock?” Jisun asked, keeping up the pace with every rock of her hips. Your arms spread wide and rested on the back dash as you watched her amazing breasts endlessly bouncing, unable to take your eyes anywhere else.

“It feels so good,” you said, your body feeling weightless, every sensation in your body being amplified as Jisun bounced and bounced with a limitless amount of energy. Her demeanor had changed tenfold since you met her, the stranded girl worried to no end now had lust-clouded eyes, full of wanton need and moaning easily into your ears.

“I want to make you cum. I want to keep riding your cock until you finish inside me.”

Jisun didn’t let you respond as she smothered your lips with her own, furiously bouncing on your cock as she grabbed your wrists and placed your hands on her breasts, helping you squeeze them as the loud smack of flesh against flesh filled the car.

“Play with my nipples. I’m so close, I want to cum on your cock.”

You did as instructed, wanting to fulfill any desires Jisun had as you pinched both of her hard nipples, tugging at them, teasing them with your fingertips, rolling them in between your fingers and doing anything to give her the stimulation she was desperate for.

“That’s it, please don’t stop. I’m going to cum on your cock so hard, oh god!”

Jisun’s tight dripping pussy clamped down hard around your cock, pulsating in random waves to validate her words. Her plump cheeks smacked against your lap, arms tightly wrapping around your neck as her breasts smashed against your chest, breathlessly moaning directly into your ears.

“Cum for me, Jisun.”

It wasn’t that she needed permission, but your beckoning words gave her an extra boost she needed, sending her over the edge. Her mouth agape as her head snapped back, toes curling and her breathing shallowed, holding on to your body as if she were going to collapse otherwise as her warm pussy pulsated rapidly as slick dripped out between her thighs.

Jisun’s half-lidded eyes grew heavy, closing them tightly for several moments as her intense climax washed over her like a hurricane, every ounce of pleasure hitting her all at once as she rode it out, gyrating her wide hips in slow lazy circles.

The fatigue set in as Jisun slowly opened her eyes, and as she came down from such an intense high you noticed the windows had fogged up considerably, only adding to the erotic atmosphere.

Jisun struggled to speak at first, still dealing with the aftermath of her climax as she took in several deep breaths, causing her chest to heave up and down which only aroused you even more.

“Your turn,” she said breathlessly, resting her head on your shoulder, catching her breath.

Jisun looked up at you, still in her post-orgasm haze and stared longingly into your eyes, sweetly whispering three words.

“Cum inside me.”

There was no better offer than that. Jisun did her best to move her hips, but you did the rest of the work, gripping her waist and thrusted frantically as sweat dripped down your brow.

You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, matching her slow and steady rhythm and driving yourself deep into her tight warm cunt.

“J-Jisun...I’m going to cum…” you moaned, the tightness in your core being impossible to ignore. She placed her hands on either side of your neck, her face a hair's breadth away as your impending orgasm grew closer and closer.

“It’s okay, fill me. Please, cum for me, give me everything.”

Just like before, her words were the trigger to your own climax, and with the last bit of thrusts you buried your shaft deep inside her heavenly pussy as you erupted. You grunted and groaned as your throbbing cock emptied into her, filling her to the brim with your thick, creamy load, her tight walls milking every drop out of you.

You fired everything you had into her body until your balls were drained, feeling just as breathless as Jisun did moments ago, gasping for air as she rested her pretty head on your warm chest.

Neither of you said a word for some time, communicating only in tired gasps and pants until you broke the silence.

“I think it stopped raining finally. Do you want me to try to call someone again?”

Jisun shook her head weakly. “It can wait until morning. The streets might be flooded, who knows how long it will take them.”

Her fingers ran through strands of your hair, playing with it lazily, “You can take me back home if you don’t mind. It’s not that far from here, I was on the way there before my car died.”

“Of course. Just tell me where to take you.”

“Let me get my things real quick,” Jisun said, almost forgetting that you still had your cock inside her.

“I guess I should get dressed first,” she giggled, as she dismounted herself from your shaft, her pussy leaking your hot load down her thighs.

“Fuck, you came a lot,” she said with a proud smirk as she slipped her top back on to cover herself up, not bothering with underwear as she pulled her jeans back up.

“I don’t exactly have anything to clean up with, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I like the way it feels dripping inside of me,” she said, cautiously exiting the car. You got dressed yourself and moved to the driver’s seat, taking note of how the rain was thankfully now barely a sprinkle.

Jisun grabbed her purse, turning her hazard lights off and locked the door, slamming her car hood shut as she entered the passenger seat of your car, pulling down the visor to look at herself in the mirror.

“I’ve never had sex in a car before,” Jisun said, putting her seatbelt on as the engine purred to life.

“Me neither. First time for everything I guess?”

“Definitely.”

“Where to?”

Jisun punched her address into your GPS, and you looked behind you as you carefully pulled back onto the highway.

Her place wasn’t that far off, closer to your apartment than was expected as you pulled into a driveway, lights flashing onto a door with the number 009.

“Here we are, safe and sound.”

“Thank you,” Jisun said, and you couldn’t help notice the way the seatbelt rested in between her large breasts, making them appear even bigger and more noticeable.

“...You’re coming inside, aren’t you?” Jisun said, resting her hand on your thigh. “I won’t murder you. I promise,” she added.

“Well in that case...” you said, Jisun giggled cutely. You both stepped out of the car at the same time, letting her lead the way.

“I have roommates, but they’re not going to be here until the morning. We have this whole place to ourselves,” she said, keying in the number to her electronic lock as it magically opened.

Her place was smaller than expected as you slipped your shoes off and placed them in the entryway, next to several different pairs in different colors.

“How many roommates do you have?”

“Just a couple. Most of those are mine,” she responded, placing her shoes next to the pile.

You took a step onto the wooden floor that led into the living room, Jisun gesturing to take a seat on the couch centered in the room, small and cream-colored with tufted upholstery. Lounging back in the seat you were greeted with a surprising amount of comfort, trying not to hit your leg on the wooden coffee table in front, coming up to about your knees.

Jisun briefly panicked, noticing a leftover container of ramen and a can of orange fanta were left on the table as she quickly scooped them up and disposed of them.

“Sorry, my roommates are a bit of a slob.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Would you like some tea?” she asked, heading towards the rather small kitchen that doubled as a laundry room.

“Sure, I’d love some.”

“What kind would you like?”

“There’s more than one kind?”

Jisun chuckled as she opened a cupboard that she was barely able to reach filled with different colored boxes.

“Let’s see, we have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepytime, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle and... earl grey.“

“...I think you made some of those up,” you said, cocking your head to the side.

“How about raspberry?”

“Raspberry sounds great.”

Jisun grabbed a red box out of the cupboard, shutting the door and grabbed two black mugs, placing them on the counter as she poured water in an electric kettle.

“Shouldn’t take too long,” she said, settling down on the couch next to you and crossing her legs. You couldn’t help but notice that without the security of a bra her nipples were poking through her top, not that it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen moments ago, but it did spark a fire in your loins.

“Are you hungry? I can whip something up real quick, I’m a really good cook.”

“I wish I was. I had a big dinner before the drive home.”

“Oh, okay,” Jisun said, disappointed. “I hope it was delicious.”

“It was, but you taste better,” you smugly said.

Jisun couldn’t help but laugh at your cheesy compliment, as there was an awkward moment of silence for two people who just had sex in a backseat.

“So, Jisun…” you said, struggling to come up with anything to say to break the tension. “This is a nice place.”

“Thank you. It’s small but cozy, and the rent is really cheap. There’s three of us here so I can afford to just work part-time right now.”

“What do you do if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all. I’m a…” Jisun hesitated for a second, shyly smiling.

“I’m an erotic model.”

Jisun tried to hold back a giggle, failing miserably as she covered her mouth with her palm.

“Oh really?” you said. “So I’m not the only person who has seen you naked?”

“Sorry to break it to you. It’s not always nude though, sometimes it's lingerie or swimsuits, but I definitely don’t have my clothes on for most of the shoots.”

“You certainly have the body for it.”

Jisun blushed. “My roommate got me the job, she does the same thing. I wasn’t so sure about it at first, but then I realized then that my large breasts could work to my advantage, and it pays really well.”

Your thoughts raced of Jisun in various nude poses, baring herself for the world to see. It was at that moment that a loud beep came from the kitchen, signaling that tea was ready to be made.

“Be right back,” she said, heading to the kitchen to prepare the tea and came back right away.

“So, what about you?” Jisun asked as she sat back down.

“I’m a photographer. I haven’t been lucky enough to shoot erotic models though,” you said.

“How fun. Maybe someday you can take nude pictures of me.”

You could only dream of such a thing.

Another beep as Jisun excused herself, returning with two mugs of freshly brewed raspberry tea, handing you one, the delicious room flooding the room before you had your first sip.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

True to her word it was, but no less delicious, the aroma wafting and hitting your nostrils as you tasted it.

“Do you like being a model?”

“I love it,” she said without hesitation. “I love my body, I’m confident enough to stand in front of a mirror naked and be proud of what I see. I get to show the world that, have fun, and get paid to do it.”

“I’d love to see your work.”

“I’ve got some copies around here somewhere,” she said, bringing her mug to her lips and taking a loud sip.

“But I’ve got a better idea. I’ll be right back.”

Jisun headed out of the living room, bare feet walking up the black spiral staircase that led up to an unexplored area. You were left in silence, sipping on piping hot tea that warmed your throat as you waited for her return.

Not long after, Jisun came back into frame, standing at the top of the staircase in a very sheer black robe, loosely tightened that did little if anything to cover up her voluptuous body. She took slow purposeful steps down the staircase, her slender legs exposed through a slit in the robe as she took her time in making her way back down.

When her feet stepped off the last step she straightened her back, placing her hands on her hips and presented herself. You could see her breasts desperate to be freed once more, sporting more deadly cleavage as her small tight body was the perfect package of sexy and cuteness.

“Wow,” you said, your mind going blank as you were at a loss for words, putting your mug down on the coffee table.

“What do you think? This is what I wore for my last shoot,” she shyly said as she spun around, letting you see the glimpse of her bountiful backside.

“I think I need to see more,” you said, smirking as you tried not to salivate over her yummy body.

Jisun beamed in response, loosening the belt on her robe and letting it fall off her shoulders as it fell to the ground. She took a few steps towards you, letting you feast your eyes on the lacy pastel pink lingerie she had changed into, displaying all her delicious curves for you.

“You look so sexy, Jisun,” you said, as she sat back down on your lap, and you couldn’t take your gaze off her for a second, wrapping your hands around her waist.

“I really need to thank you again,” she warmly said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Jisun stalled her words before continuing, placing her steaming mug next to your own.

“You took such good care of me,” Jisun said, initiating the kiss once more and pressing herself against you until both of your bodies were flat on the couch, your feet almost hanging off the edge.

“Hurry up and take this off,” she requested, pulling on your shirt, and you rushed to lift it off your body, tossing it on the ground. Jisun planted her soft lips down your body, starting with your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and your abdomen as she began unzipping your pants.

“I didn’t get a chance to suck your cock in the car,” she said, dragging your pants and underwear down to your ankles, resting a hand on your thigh as she pumped your shaft slowly.

“Mommy wants to take care of you now,” she said, staring into your eyes as she gave smooth delicate strokes from base to tip, working every inch of your throbbing shaft.

“Mommy?” you repeated.

“You’ll call me that won’t you, baby? It’ll really turn me on.”

“Of course, mommy,” you said, not hesitating for a second. Jisun’s eyes brightened and her heart skipped a beat as she laid down flat on her stomach, spreading your legs wide and rubbed your thighs.

Jisun puckered her lips and kissed the very tip of your cockhead, swirling her tongue around it, swiping against your leaking slit.

“Mommy...wants...to...pay...you...back,” she said, planting a wet kiss on your shaft after every word, smacking her lips against your flesh, leaving her wet mouth everywhere.

“You’re going to feel so good after I’m done with you, baby.”

Jisun gave your balls a tender squeeze, licking your shaft from base to tip, long delicate strokes of her tongue painting your cock as she explored every inch.

“Mommy can’t wait to make you cum again.”

The frantic licks around your shaft lowered, Jisun licking up and down your balls as she kissed her way back up, making sure not an inch of your shaft was left without feeling her soft lips.

Jisun knew you were more than ready, eager lips sliding alongside both sides of your needy shaft, running her tongue all over. When she reached your swollen head her soft lips wrapped around your shaft, sucking your tip gently as her cheeks hollowed, causing a gasp to leave your mouth.

She focused all of her attention on pleasuring you, moving just past your tip as it disappeared into her warm mouth, sucking on your shaft at her own deliberate pace.

“Fuck, mommy,” you said as Jisun began to bob her head up and down, lips sliding down halfway to your base and coming back up as her wet tongue played with the underside of your throbbing shaft.

Jisun’s dreamy eyes were etched onto yours, lifting her feet up into the air as she fondled your balls, gently massaging them as her mouth went as deep as she could, swallowing up every inch.

“That feels so good, mommy,” you moaned, feeling your shaft being coated in her warm saliva, as her slow pace continued, demonstrating she was no slouch when it came to her oral skills.

“I can tell. Mommy loves hearing you moan.”

Jisun took her sweet time, building you up slowly as you experienced a paroxysm of intense pleasure. Her warm wet mouth surrounded your throbbing needy shaft as she sucked every inch from base to tip, gently sliding up, and moving back down in smooth, carefully timed strokes.

You felt so many sensations throughout your body, unable to focus on any individual one as you stared up at the high ceiling for a moment, taking your eyes away from the oral assault between your thighs.

Your ears were filled with the wet sounds of Jisun slurping on your shaft, her tongue swirling around as her hands were kept busy, one hand resting on your thigh as her nails gently scratched your skin while the other caressed and played with your balls, making sure you were feeling as good as possible.

“M-mommy…” you whined, returning your focus to Jisun intensely pleasuring you, regretting looking back down at your crotch as it was quickly becoming too much to take.

Jisun didn’t back down, her delicious soft lips sliding down your length effortlessly, keeping those sparkling eyes on you and driving you absolutely insane, sucking off every inch of hard flesh as she caused endless moans from your mouth.

Your gasps and moans were music to Jisun’s ears as she parked her mouth at the end of your base for several seconds, tongue swirling in random patterns and you’re not sure how you didn’t immediately explode then and there.

She withdrew slowly but not without a few additional slurps, stroking your shaft gingerly as sat back up to her knees, positioning herself on the inside of your spread legs.

“You like mommy’s big tits, don’t you?” she asked, not that she didn’t already know the answer as she adjusted her lacy bra, making her breasts bounce.

“I love them, mommy.”

“Good,” she replied, taking your wet hard cock and sliding it under the fabric of her bra, trapped it between her soft pillowy breasts, causing your breath to get caught in your throat as you moaned loudly.

“H-holy fuck, mommy.”

Jisun didn’t say a word as her lips curled, spitting in between her cleavage repeatedly as she used her breasts to give devastating pleasure, grinding her chest against your shaft and causing friction.

Your shaft was being squeezed tightly by warm flesh as Jisun took you between her beautiful tits, just the sight of it overwhelming your senses. Her breasts felt so good as your shaft was sliding in and out of her delicious cleavage, aiding in lubrication by her saliva to keep the friction smooth as could be.

Jisun grabbed her breasts and squeezed them tighter, wrapping the delicate mounds of flesh around every inch of your throbbing shaft as you could only lie against the couch helpless, watching your shaft disappearing in the warm soft cavern of her amazing breasts.

“M-mommy I can’t take much more,” you cried out, feeling powerless to do anything but give in to her.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy doesn’t want you to hold back, fuck these big tits until you explode. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

JIsun gave a bright expression on her features as your shaft was bombarded by so many sensations, warm suffocating flesh squeezing and massaging as you were thrusted into her cleavage, unable to escape her delicious large mounds as that aching feeling in your core snuck up again.

“M-mommy, I’m gonna cum!” you breathlessly said, Jisun’s bouncing breasts doing everything they could to send you over the edge.

“Cum for mommy.”

You couldn’t take anymore, with just a handful more pumps in between her large breasts you exploded, throbbing inside her cleavage and sent spurts of thick cum everywhere, landing on her delicious breasts and collarbone as you painted her body as she looked down proudly at you.

You felt your senses being attacked all at once as Jisun’s soft tits milked your cock, squeezing out every drop as your thick semen stained her skin, making sure you were granted as much pleasure as could take.

Your orgasm continued for several moments as Jisun freed your cock from her pillowy confines and stroked it, causing an uncontrollable twitch as she stroked it gently.

“You made such a mess all over mommy,” she said, rubbing your cum into her skin as it glistened, running a thumb against the sensitive underside of your cock as your whole body shook.

You caught your breath as you were able to come back down from your high still feeling the effects of your intense orgasm lingering through your body.

“You’re still hard, baby,” Jisun said, carefully working her fingers around your sensitive shaft.

“It’s because you turn me on so much, mommy.”

Jisun shyly smiled. “Good, that just means I get to drain your balls one more time. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Jisun lifted herself off your body, helping you off the couch as she took you by the hand and led you up the dark spiral stairs into a nearby room that was unoccupied.

Her bedroom was cute and small, not unlike Jisun herself. Capturing the room’s focal point was a comfortable looking large bed, dark purple sheets with matching purple walls and light pink curtains that were drawn open, letting the moonlight in.

You didn’t have much time to admire the rest of the room as Jisun led you by your cock to the bed, and quicker than a hiccup she had unhooked her bra and slipped her panties off, lifting herself onto her mattress.

She scooted back onto the pillows, spreading her legs wide and letting you see the delicious pink flesh waiting for you as she flashed the most inviting eyes as she made a come-hither motion with her finger.

“Mommy wants to feel you inside again. Come fuck me.”

You never liked to keep a woman waiting, scurrying onto the bed between her spread legs, knees pressed firmly into her mattress. Gripping your shaft strongly you didn’t dawdle as you lined yourself up with Jisun’s heat, taking note of how wet her pink pussy had gotten as you slipped a finger inside her for just a second.

“Mommy is so wet,” you said, sucking the delicious juices off your finger.

“You should do something about that then, shouldn’t you, baby?”

You answered by pressing the swollen tip of your shaft inside her warmth, followed by the rest of you as Jisun was filled with hard flesh again, not having the patience to tease her.

Her beautiful moans filled the air, the slick lips of her tight cunt desperately clung to your shaft as you quickly formed a rhythm, gazing down at her body as her eyes were needy and thirsty for more.

You planned to do just that, grabbing her wonderful thighs and wrapping your arms around them as you bottomed her out with every thrust.

“Just like that, baby. Mommy likes it deep.”

Jisun lifted her arms up over her head, resting them onto her stack of pillows and letting you see an even better view of her breasts bouncing with every thrust. The pleasure was intense as your hips moved faster, Jisun’s delicious juices lubricating every inch of your hard shaft as you slid in and out of her warm hole with ease, feeling breathless as you fucked the cute busty woman.

“You fuck mommy so well, you like my pussy that much?” Jisun asked as you felt the need to increase your speed even more, endlessly thrusting balls deep in her tight petite frame.

“Y-yes, mommy, so fucking much...”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Keep fucking mommy just like this.”

Jisun’s honey voice instructing you just what to do escalated your arousal levels, putting you into an orgasmic trance as you kept her filled to the hilt, savoring the incredible warmth and wetness that never left your shaft.

“You feel so good, mommy,” you moaned, every inch of your sensitive shaft being squeezed by hot dripping flesh as you kept the fluid movements going, fucking Jisun’s tight perfect body as you began to feel the sweat misting on her flushed skin.

“Harder, baby. Can you make me cum again?” Jisun asked, biting her lip as you immediately gave in to her wishes, pistoning your hips in a way that made them smack against her luscious thighs, causing them to ripple.

“Of course, mommy.”

Your hands swapped from her thighs to her delicious waist, gripping her warm skin as you looked into her gorgeous features, increasing your pace even more and driving your shaft inside her from tip to base, loving the erotic stream of moans that escaped her sultry lips.

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing such a good job. Don’t stop, I’m almost there,” she said, squeezing her breasts as she pinched her nipples and it seemed the additional stimulation was her favorite way to climax.

“Cum for me, mommy, please cum for me,” you pleaded, watching the wonderful lustful expression on her face. It didn’t take much longer, every thrust inside her warm pussy causing her walls to pulsate harshly and in no time flat you had made her reach her peak again.

“Mommy’s gonna cum!” Jisun cried out, her back arching off the bed as she gripped the sheets with one hand, playing with her sensitive nipples with the other. Her toes curled into the mattress as she screamed with pleasure, soaking your shaft and the sheets underneath as she came even harder than her first orgasm in the car, the intensity running through her body as she struggled to see straight.

You kept the motions going through every last second of her strong orgasm, feeling her shaking in your arms as you didn’t stop fucking her for a second, dangerously close to following behind her.

“F-fuck, baby,” Jisun gasped out, eyes glazed over as she was able to regain her senses.

“You made mommy feel so good,” she said, struggling to breathe properly as her eyes closed for a moment, feeling lost in euphoria as she came down gracefully.

Her walls had squeezed your shaft so tightly, as if they were trying to steal your load early from your shaft as her thighs trembled in time with the aftershocks of her body. Your pace had lowered during Jisun’s climax, but you were ready to kick it back in full speed, giving the deepest strokes you could handle.

“Are you going to cum for mommy again? I can feel you throbbing so much.”

“Y-yes, mommy,” you said, feeling light-headed as your hands roamed bare skin, leaning forward to capture her plentiful breasts in your palms.

“Cum inside mommy. I don’t want it anywhere else,” she demanded, as your hips increased the range of motion, thrusting wantonly inside her dripping hot cunt, chasing your climax.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum inside me, fill me with another thick load. Please, baby, cum for mommy.”

Jisun’s thick thighs wrapped around your waist, letting you know that pulling out was not an option, not that you ever would have done so otherwise. Your thrusts sped up with more frequency, moving as fast and deep inside her warm inviting pussy as possible.

Your face was close enough to hers for your noses to touch, and you gave one her more chaste kiss as you felt that aching in your core that crept up on you, staring into each other's eyes and trying to extend your pleasure for as long as possible.

“Mommy, I’m cumming!” you cried out, as Jisun squeezed her thighs around your body tighter, making sure you were going to give her every drop.

You couldn’t even count the number of thrusts it took before you erupted, throbbing wildly into Jisun as you began filling her up, sending your warm cum into the depths of her pretty pussy, her soft walls seizing every spurt out of your shaft.

It was your third orgasm of the night and yet was the strongest one, each shot of cum deposited in Jisun accompanied desperate moans as you emptied your balls inside her, trying to fuck your creamy load as deep as it would go.

“You feel so warm, you came so much for mommy,” Jisun said, caressing the side of your face, her tired eyes still locked onto you.”

She still had her legs locked tight around you, refusing to let go and you were just as eager to stay in this position forever, your shaft drowning in the combined juices of each other.

Jisun made sure your balls were drained inside her fully before she loosened the grip of her, causing your twitching shaft to depart from her pussy. She lifted her legs and pressed them together to give you the most optimum view as your load leaked out of her pussy, dripping out little by little as she played with her creamy splayed lips.

Still trying to catch her breath Jisun pressed two fingers into her semen-soaked pussy, into the deepest part as she collected the mess you left inside her, bringing it to her lips and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good, baby,” she said, gesturing you to come over as you collapsed onto her sweaty body, using her breasts as the perfect pillow.

You rested on her body for several moments in silence, neither of you saying a word as you were able to feel her chest heaving, equally exhausted.

“Do you want to shower with me before we go for round three?”

“R-round three? I can barely move-”

“Jisun-unnie! We’re back home, we brought back chicken!”

“Shit!” Jisun muttered under her breath, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights as she found herself in a state of panic.

“They came home early?”

“Seems so, they certainly picked the worst time. I’ve never brought anybody home before.”

“Well...maybe we should take that shower now,” you suggested, as Jisun bowed her head in agreement.

“Good idea, it’s down the hall. Come on.”

The two of you scrambled down the hallway, entering a door on the left just in time as Jisun locked it tightly. She managed to turn the water on just in time as two women could be heard climbing up the staircase, stepping onto the second floor.

“Jisun-unnie?” one called out, curiously looking around the second floor. The lights in Jisun’s room were still on, clothes scattered around the floor that left a trail of evidence.

“Unnie should really learn to put up her clothes,” one of the women said, picking up one of the discarded garments and inspecting it.

“This isn’t her shirt.”

“I don’t think she wears boxers either,” the other woman said as she furrowed her brow.

The two women exchanged confused glances that turned into surprise, putting together the pieces one by one.

“She also never showers at night,” one woman said as they looked around the room.

“I didn’t see her car in the driveway when we pulled in...”

It didn’t take a detective to figure out what was going on, exchanging playful smirks on their faces.

“We should probably leave them alone…”

“But I wanna know who got in unnie’s pants!” one of them whined, a little too loud for comfort that could be heard through the shower. You and Jisun nervously stared at each other under the hot water, trying not to say a word.

“It’s not polite to be nosy, let’s give them some privacy.”

The two women headed back down the stairway, making their way down into the kitchen

“I think they went back downstairs,” you said, staring at Jisun’s soaped-up naked body.

“Are you sure?”

“No, but I don’t hear them talking anymore. Your walls are really thin.”

“Tell me about it. I had to buy a quieter vibrator, learned that the hard way,” Jisun said, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“But now that we’ve gotten a little privacy…how about you fuck me against this wall? Think you can go again?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?”

Jisun smirked devilishly, spinning carefully on her heels as she took up position behind the nearest glass pane.

“Don’t keep mommy waiting.”

[tommybaholland]

helping their sleepy s/o remove their makeup

featuring: 4/5 bakusquad (aka bakugo, kirishima, kaminari, and ashido) 

1.5k special writing event poll is still accepting responses. it’ll be up until haikyuu night on thursday so there’s plenty of time to get everyone’s votes in! enjoy <3

bakugo 

he notices that you’re practically falling asleep while you two are having a meal together 

your head is drooping so low that he has to catch you from falling face-first into the food 

“hey, watch it, idiot! your hair’s getting in it.”

declares that you’re too tired to eat and wraps up your food for you so you can eat it later 

if it seems like you’re so tired that he has to drag you to bed, he’ll just go right ahead and pick you up to carry you the rest of the way there

but don’t think that he won’t still put a stop to your mumbling protests 

“it’s obvious that your dumbass is too tired to walk so shut up and let me help you.”

he places you down in bed and begins to tuck you in before he notices that you still have makeup on

he looks around the room briefly for whatever you use to remove it

“hey, don’t get too comfortable yet. how do you take that stuff off your face?”

after deciphering your vague pointing and mumbled directions, he finally locates the bottle of micellar water and the little reusable pads 

you giggle as he begins to clean your face off and tickles your skin

“hey, hold still for a minute, you idiot. i thought you were tired.”

peeling off your fake lashes is probably his least favorite part

they’re so annoying because he always finds them stuck to him or in a place they shouldn’t be and he’ll mistake it for a spider

“i’m going to put these stupid things in your desk drawer where they WON’T get STUCK to ME.”

tries to be gentle when rubbing off your eye makeup but he wants to make sure he gets everything off so he finds himself scrubbing a little harder

but he makes sure he doesn’t get anything in your eyes

his favorite part, though, is cleaning off your neck 

he’s got this weird hyper fixation about it...he just thinks you have a nice neck okay

once he’s done, he takes a clean pad and does one more pass over your whole face and eyes to make sure he got everything 

“okay, there. now you won’t get that shit everywhere in the bed.”

puts the remover stuff away and gets into bed with you

finds his favorite spot, resting his head on your shoulder with his face hiding in your neck

“i love you. now get some rest, dumbass.” 

kirishima

he returns from class or training and unexpectedly finds you in the same spot as he left you

“oh, hey, pebble! didn’t expect to find you still here.”

class was canceled so you were just trying to catch up on some work 

he observes your slumped figure and droopy expression

this was seemingly not the cute and smiley s/o that he knew 

he always thinks you’re cute but you just looked especially fatigued, that’s all

once he watched you sigh, yawn, and rub over your face and eyes all within a few seconds 

that’s when he sees that you seemed to forget that you were wearing makeup and smeared it a little around your eyes

he couldn’t continue to hesitate from saying something 

“babe, i think you need to sleep. why don’t you take a little nap and i’ll get us some food and you can eat when you wake up?”

but first, he’s gonna clean your face off so you can relax

you’re barely conscious at this point, luckily he knows where you keep your makeup wipes 

after a few swipes across your face, he’s amazed as he sees all the product coming off onto the wipe

“whoa, babe, i think it’s working!”

he’s acting like he just discovered gold or something

“that’s so cool. isn’t it crazy that it’s taking off all the dirt and stuff-- i mean, your face isn’t dirty but, like, it’s getting rid of the stuff that could make it dirty. gotta make sure my pebble has clean pores!”

unlike his exploding friend, he’s more gentle around your eye area

lets you know when he’s going to put more pressure and tell him if he’s rubbing too hard 

but now he understands why you rub your eyes raw to get all your mascara off

he does the best he can without causing you any discomfort 

when he thinks he’s cleaned it all off, he lets you know he’s done by kissing your cheek many times which makes you giggle 

“all clean! are you ready to get some sleep?”

insists on carrying you or at least helping you to bed

he isn’t someone who likes to take naps but he’ll lay there with you and rub your back until you’re fast asleep 

kaminari 

the day had been long and hard, one that left you exhausted both physically and emotionally 

your muscles ached and your eyes felt strained from being awake and alert all-day

but if you want to take a nap, your boyfriend would love nothing more than to be lazy and chill with you 

and once denki gets into a cuddly, sleepy mood, he’s glued to your side 

literally follows you everywhere until you’re relaxed in bed or somewhere comfy with him

he goes to the bathroom with you so you can remove your makeup beforehand 

he likes to stand behind you, hugging you from behind but his close presence is only making it harder to stay awake

he sees that your movements are becoming more sluggish and you’re beginning to lean back into him more

“do you need some help, gorgeous? here, sit down for me.”

he’s kinda nervous about using the putty balm stuff that you use to remove it because he’s never seen anything like it 

he’s seen you take off your makeup a few times but he checks in with you to be sure

“okay, so i can just put this right on your face, right?”

once he starts, he gets into it and enjoys rubbing the stuff onto your cheeks 

“haha this is so fun! you have such cute cheeks, babe.”

even though it’s kinda messy, the balm actually does a great job at taking off your makeup easily 

but he’s kinda hesitant about using it on your eyes and doesn’t want it to get in them 

luckily there’s not much left on your eyes, having been worn away from the day’s events 

“whoa, your eyelashes feel weird with mascara on. very pointy.” 

his observations never fail to amuse 

when he’s done putting it all over your face, he realizes that he doesn’t have anything to wipe it off

has you keep your eyes closed as he washes his hands off and locates a towel

“sorry, babe. hang on one second. okay, here we go. now you’re getting clean!”

he’s amazed that, despite being a thick balm, it wipes off your face real easy

“huh, i guess that’s why they call it a ‘makeup melter--’ okay, all done!”

rinses out the towel and hangs it to dry then holds you from behind again, steering you out of the bathroom and into bed

places a small kiss on the corner of your mouth before spooning you 

ashido

you love learning new dance moves from mina but there are days when you feel like you don’t even have the energy to watch her dance 

which is sad because you love watching her more than anything 

but she’s the greatest girlfriend and understands as she promises she’ll show it to you later 

(next, she’ll have to show you how to keep up sheesh)

for her, being tired is not an excuse to skip skincare before bed

or at least taking your makeup off before bed

“babeeee, you know that’s, like, so bad for your skin. not to mention that it’ll get your pillows dirty!” 

she grabs the micellar water and methodically swipes over your face, not pulling or pressing too hard

this is the time when she likes to pay you the most compliments, even if you’re half-asleep 

“oh my god, you have to tell me what lashes these are. they’re so fluffy and pretty!”

“your skin is so smooth and glowy, sweetheart.”

“i love this shade of lipstick on you. makes your lips look so kissable.”

takes every chance that she can to kiss you

in fact, every spot she cleans off, she’ll kiss

it’s like a secret code that it’s clean 

and that’s every spot because she doesn’t want to miss any 

she’ll even clean off your lashes by picking off the glue and letting them soak in micellar water for a few minutes 

“i like doing your makeup but this is so much more satisfying.”

like bakugo, she’ll do one more pass all over your face, placing final kisses in some spots as well

but even when she’s done, she’s not done 

first, she’ll get you comfy into bed, lying down on your back 

she’ll grab that stone she uses to massage her face, the gua sha

she absolutely swears by it and credits it to her killer jawline 

and she’ll lightly massage your face with it while you fall asleep

it’s the epitome of relaxation, especially when she rubs it over your jaw and does little circle motions at the end  

she’ll lay down with you when she’s done and you’ll usually turn over to spoon her, pressing your face to rest between her shoulders 

behold, it’s bnha night! inbox is ready for requests..

[kerie-prince]

the intern

Peter Parker x Reader (college au)

requested: (anon) plz plz plz give me some college aged, super powerful ( think stark ceo powerful ) peter parker shit. idc what the rest of the story is about, i just need a brooding, smoldering, suit wearing, extremely expensive, college aged spiderman. plz and thank you!!!!

warnings: language

summary: When you start a new internship at Stark Industries, you're not only surprised to find Peter working as your boss, but that he's not the shy neighborhood boy you grew up with

a/n: this doesn't follow canon so for this imagine, hammer industries is just a rival company and the snap never happened lol also i don't know anything more than operating a phone so don't expect me to write sciencey, techy stuff lmao

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were running across the road to jump into a cab that was available. Your phone hadn't been charging all night as you thought it had which caused you to wake up forty-five minutes before the start of the interview. You need this internship before you graduate from Empire State and get your degree in robotics.

On the way there, you nearly got car sick as the driver took sharp turns and nearly ran past intersections seconds before they became red. Once in front of Hammer Industries, your heels clicked loudly as you ran inside the tall building. You checked in with the front desk and took the elevator up to the 10th floor.

Just as you arrived, Justin Hammer was calling your name. “I'm right here!” you nearly tripped on your heels and your breaths were short.

“I've called your name three times, do you understand what that makes you look like, correct?” Justin stood unphased as you stood up straight and tried to steady your breath. “All these people are on time. Some of these folks have been here for hours, even.”

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry–”

“Shame, I really liked your resume and your report on the expansion of nano-technology. Try again next year, maybe.” Justin started to call out the next participant and when she got up you stepped in front of her, “Please Mr. Hammer, I need this internship or I can't graduate.”

The people in the waiting room had their eyes on the two of you, tension so thick that it was almost hard to breathe. “Then maybe you should have come on time,” he pushed you aside to let the next person in to interview. You quickly ran back out and spoke to no one all the way home. Your eyes and cheeks were aching as you held in the tears during your Uber ride. The driver wanted to ask if you were okay, but if you were to break down in his car he’d probably be stuck having to listen to what happened and if he was honest with himself, he didn't actually care.

Once you got to your apartment, you made a straight line to the kitchen. “Hey, how’d the interview go?” MJ, your roommate, asked while still looking at her computer. You reached into the freezer for your emergency ice cream pint, snatched a spoon and walked into your room without saying anything. “That bad, I guess,” MJ said to herself.

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You sat with MJ and Ned in the cafeteria, but had not touched any of the food on your plate. Your head was laid on the steel table and you just continuously groaned. “I’m a failure,” you whined.

“No, what you are is fucking dumb,” MJ commented as she ate.

“Thanks, Michelle, that makes me feel so much better,” you looked up to glare at her before laying her head back down. Ned felt bad that his friend was in despair, “How come you didn't ask Peter for help?”

“Huh?” you lifted your head back up some of your hair falling onto your face.

“Yeah, Peter already works at Stark Industries, why didn't you just ask him to get you in? You could even skip the internship altogether and be in full time,” Ned suggested. You gave it some thought, but something about it didn't sound right.

“No, I don't want to bother Peter. I don’t want him to think that I’m only calling him for a job,” you sighed. Ned texted Peter anyways. Unexpectedly, Peter texted him back immediately.

“He says it’s fine,” Ned showed you his phone to read the text. ‘Yeah man, tell her to come in tomorrow and Ms. Potts will interview her’

You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding and pulled out your phone.

‘Thank you so much for helping me out’

(…)

‘No problem, anything for a friend’

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The Stark Industries building was huge. It almost looked taller than the Empire State Building, and maybe it actually was. Your legs were shaking as you stared up at it. “Here goes nothing,” you assured yourself.

The lobby was bustling with people; workers walking around, a group of kids that seemed to be here on a field trip, and some teens taking pictures in front of one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man suits.

The trip up to the 17th floor was crowded with people as more and more entered in every passing floor. You had to squeeze yourself out and accidentally stepped on someone’s foot in the process.

Looking around, your jaw dropped. It was an open laboratory with groups of people putting together small robots, flying drones, and people laughing and talking. It was such a fun and cool looking environment, you wondered why you didn't just apply here in the first place.

Pepper Potts spotted you walking around and approached you with a tap on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Pepper. You must be Y/N,” she reached her hand out to shake yours which you accepted. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Peter’s told me a lot about you. Come, follow me,” Pepper’s office had glass walls and a view of New York from behind her desk. You weren't particularly fond of heights, but even you would love to have an office view like that. Pepper gestured to the chair in front of her as she smoothed her dress to sit in hers. “So, I see here that you had an interview at Hammer’s. Can I ask why you chose them?” You didn't even know how they got that information. You hadn't seen or spoken to Peter in quite a while, so how Pepper knew that was beyond you. You sat there with your lips moving to say something but nothing was coming out.

Pepper seemed to have caught on what you were thinking and elaborated, “Before I do any interviewing, I do full background checks on everyone.” She had a gentle smile which made you feel better. You thought she would scold you or something considering the question did more than catch you off guard.

“My mother used to work there for a long time and I figured that I would follow,” you explained. Pepper nodded her head and wrote some notes down. She looked onto her computer and looked at everything there was about you. “Well, I see here that you have exceptional grades. 4.7 GPA since you started school and your paper on nano-technology has gotten much praise. I think even Tony read it.” No way. The Tony Stark read my paper? “So tell me, do you see yourself working here at Stark Industries?”

You looked outside and watched everyone in the open lab again. “Yes.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear. We’d love to have you here,” she reached over to shake your hand. You looked at her surprised and hesitantly shook hers. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“Thank you so much!” You cupped her hand with both of yours and shook it a little too quickly, but she didn't seem to mind. You were ecstatic to start your path to your career, and at a dream place at that.

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Your alarm rang at the time you set it to, but there was no need for it. You couldn't sleep all night. Today is your first day of your internship and you were feeling so many things at once. Excited, nervous, happy, scared…

You tried to restrain yourself to a light breakfast, but MJ’s pancakes were to die for that you ate two whole stacks. You looked through your closet just about fifteen times; you had already picked an outfit the following night with the help of MJ, but when you put it back on, you hated it. It sucked for your roommate seeing as she had to sit through you changing from eight other outfits.

You tried to picture the lab again to see how other people dressed for a better idea to base it on your outfit choice. From what you remember, it was pretty casual, so that’s what you stuck to.

You were given your pass the day you were hired, so you had no issue walking inside. The elevator was just as packed as it was last time, but you were more composed so there were no toes being stepped on this time. You weren't exactly sure as to where you had to go, so you looked around to see if there were other interns to ask where to start.

“Y/N!” Peter’s voice surprised you from behind. Your shoulders jumped a bit, but relaxed at the view of his face. His face… you actually hadn't seen him for quite a while. Months, maybe. His jawline was more defined, and his once floppy hair was styled neatly. You tried to not look him up and down, but the temptation was definitely there. And the other thing, his voice was deeper than you last remembered. Is this really Peter Parker? “Hey, Peter.”

He gave you a hug that nearly made you lose breath. He was stronger than you remembered. A memory flashed back to when you were in junior high; you, Ned and Peter were hanging around the local park and you beat Peter on rounds on the monkey bars. He gave up after a couple bars, but you went back and forth a couple times. ‘Show off.’ But now, he had muscles that the shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps.

The hug was quick, and you had to pretend that he didn't just squeeze some life out of you. “Do you work on this floor?”

“Yeah, you’re actually assigned to work with my team. Come, I’ll show you around.” He started walking and you noticed how his posture changed. Damn, I know it hasn't been this long since I've seen him. Why does he look so different? He was wearing trousers. Trousers? Peter hates trousers. But his ass is looking great–

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to be working with us as an intern. And I'll say this beforehand, no she's not going to be taking coffee or lunch orders,” Peter introduced you. There were various aged people in this group. Some were your age, and one person looked to have been in his thirties. Peter is in charge of this group? They all said ‘hi’ to you and went around introducing themselves.

Once that was finished, Peter pulled a chair for you on the table. “You’ll take notes for me while I give this presentation,” he whispered to you before walking in front of the table and started writing on the clear glass board.

He was talking quickly and didn't stumble over his words like he used to. Everyone was listening to him attentively and you jotted notes down as quickly as you could. Every now and then, you would steal glimpses of him and feel a sort of… well you felt something. Amazement? Inspiration? Adoration?

No doubt was Peter one of the smartest people you've ever met and here he was leading his own team and making potential products for Stark Industries at such a young age. Seeing him at work was so… it was indescribable to you but all you could think of was how different he is now. In a good way, of course.

Peter Parker has been your friend for years and to see him change from a bumbling, shy, adorable nerd into a confident, intelligent working man attracted you.

When you got home, you thought a lot about your first day. Being an intern at Stark Industries was really fun, so far. You weren't expected to do silly things like get coffee or lunch for everyone or pick up someone’s dry cleaning. You actually learned something and even had your opinions heard on some of the things that Peter suggested for his team’s upcoming product presentation.

If this is what it's like to be an intern, you couldn't imagine what it would be like working full time.

“How'd it go?” MJ stuck her head in your room. “It was fun. I'm working with Peter,” you explained your day to her.

“Cool,” was the last thing she said before she went to her own room for the night.

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In the past few months, your internship at Stark’s has been going swimmingly. Everyone's been so nice, and the work is so fascinating. You've gotten closer with Peter and along the way, he felt like he was more than a friend and boss to you.

Currently, everyone was getting ready for their final presentations for the upcoming annual Stark Industries Convention. It was going to be Peter’s first year presenting his own project with his team and you were so excited to be a part of it.

The time you’ve spent with Peter was really fun. He was a good mentor and a great friend. The only thing was that you couldn't help but look at him a little too long, and you’ve found yourself thinking about him during your classes or doing your homework. The shy boy from Midtown High was no more, replaced– no, grown into the Peter you know now. But you pushed all feelings aside to focus on your next thesis paper and mock-up of the handout brochures of Peter’s project.

Sometimes, you didn't even feel like an intern as Peter would ask for any ideas you had to make the project better and even let you help with assembly. He stayed true to his words and you’ve never once had to run for coffee or things like that. There’d be times when you would study some of the little parts under a magnifying glass and he’d come up slightly behind you and explain about some of the bits on the working table.

And every time he did that, your breath would be stuck in your throat and you’d have to remind yourself that this was just Peter helping you out and you’re just learning. But it was normal to want more every now and then… right?

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The convention was just a few days away and you had trouble finding something to wear. These events were usually black tie events, but did that mean the presenting teams as well? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?

One of the guys on your team, Richie, sat with you during lunch and talked about how he was probably going to wear the same suit as always. Not because he couldn't afford a new suit, but he was just a simple person and he only wears it once a year for the conventions and that’s all, so it’s still in mint condition.

The girls on your team and some from others were going dress shopping the day before and invited you to join. You were excited mainly because now you don't have to bother MJ for it.

Speaking of MJ, you were going to ask her to come with you. Pepper sent out the electronic invitations to everyone in the company and authorized plus ones to even interns. She’s never been to one – for reasons you were still confused about – but you wanted your best friend to be there for you. And if not MJ, then you bet Ned would still come with you. Wait, what if he’s going with Peter?

On cue, Peter had sat in the chair next to yours in the small break room, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey Pete. You excited for Saturday?” Peter quietly stirred his coffee and gave you a small smile, “Uh, yeah. I’m nervous, but I’ve worked really hard on this. And everyone, too. Including you.”

You slightly blushed. I didn't do all that much you thought. You two just sat there taking small sips from the hot, bitter beverage.

“So… I wanted to ask you something,” Peter started.

“Mhm?” The coffee nearly slipped past your lips. You quickly grabbed a napkin to lightly dab some of it off of your lips.

“Well, as you know, we can bring anyone with us to the convention,” he trailed off.

“Yes?” Is he going to…

“And I wanted to know if you were bringing MJ with you.” Oh. You nodded your head and thought you hid your disappointment well but without knowing, Peter actually caught it for a split second. “Good. You can come with me,” he smiled and stood up.

You were in awe; without effort, Peter just asked you to be his date for Saturday.

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“Dude, how are you not ready yet? He’s gonna be here any minute,” MJ sat at her computer per usual working. Your music was too loud for her taste playing from your shared bathroom. Peter said he would pick you up at 7, and it was currently 6:50.

You had put on and removed your make-up at least five times. Something was always wrong; one of the wings would either be thicker than the other, the blush would be the wrong shade, or the lipliner kept going out of place. But, alas, you finally nailed it.

Your hair was styled half up with elegant curls and braids. In between some braids were little bits of baby’s breath flowers. Most likely, you were going to have a hard time taking those out but they looked cute and it was too late to take them out.

Your dress was right above your knee and flowed comfortably so you wouldn't have a hard time walking. It was a neutral taupe color and had a V-line that ended just above cleavage and hugged the curve of your waist. You paired it with simple black heels and a small, white handbag.

“He’s here,” MJ informed you.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “what do you think?” You spun around and held your arms out. “You look really pretty. Now go get ‘em. I’ll watch it on the live stream.” She gave you a lazy thumbs up and resumed her work.

Outside was Peter in an all-black apparel. His dress shirt had only one button undone, and he had a loose blazer that accentuated the dip of his shoulders. He stood against the limo with his hands at his sides. God, he’s gonna be the death of me.

When he caught sight of you, he had a flirtatious smirk on his lips and held out for your hand. “Peter, where’d this limo come from?”

“Mr. Stark set it up for me,” he stated like it was no big deal. Must be nice being his favorite. He held the door for you to climb in and closed the door behind him. “We’re ready, Happy,” he told the driver. Happy rolled his eyes, closed the window and drove off.

The convention was off to a great start; Tony Stark came in with his suit as he always loved to do and started introductions before everyone else scattered around to look at the projects of the many departments in his company. Some groups of certain departments had large stages, some had small stands, like Peter’s.

There were still large crowds coming to see the smaller presentations, and everyone seemed to be fascinated with Peter's. You stood on the side as his team operated the machine and Peter spoke. He looked confident and it was mesmerizing to watch him.

After the night was over, all employee’s and some guests were brought back to headquarters for the after party. You walked around with Peter and had flutters in your heart every time he held the small of your back. The most exciting part of the night was meeting Tony Stark in person. He greeted Peter warmly, and then his eyes landed on you, “Peter, who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Y/N. She’s a friend of mine,” he gestured for you. You shook Tony’s hand and stood starstruck. “The one you don’t shut up about?” Pepper hit his shoulder and laughed nervously.

“Wait, I’ve heard about you. Buddy of mine works at Empire State and he showed me your paper, it was really good.” You were still shocked that he had even read it and here he was talking to you about it. You went back and forth talking about nano-technology.

On the way home, you and Peter talked and laughed about things you told him as you caught him up to what was happening on campus when he couldn't be there. It was a really fun night, and Peter was more noticeably relaxed now that the hard part was over. “Alright, home sweet home,” Happy announced through the window.

“Well, that’s me,” you smiled sadly, not wanting the night to end. You reached to open the door but Peter climbed out from his side. He walked around to open your door and just like he did earlier, held his hand out for you to grab and assist you out the limo. What was different this time was that he kept his hand in yours as he walked you to the door of the apartments. “I had a great time with you tonight,” Peter confessed.

“Me too,” your voice was soft and low for only him to hear. Peter’s eyes switched from looking into yours to your lips before he grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. The kiss was needy, passionate, but had a certain gentleness to it. Once he felt you kiss him back with the same fervor, he deepened the kiss and brought one hand to pull your waist closer to him.

You pulled apart to regain your breath and looked to admire his swollen lips and he copied the same notion. He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss and pulled away, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Peter.” Your cheeks were flushed and your face was warm. You watched him as he left and ran inside. Upstairs in your apartment, you found MJ and Ned sitting on the couch with a bag of chips in each of their hands.

“Good night?” Ned asked. You just nodded and walked slowly to your room.

“We saw the whole thing, by the way,” MJ said nonchalantly. You looked back to glare at your best friends, Ned smiling innocently at you and MJ keeping her straight face.

You changed into your pajamas and laid on your bed on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't wait to go back to work on Monday.

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[cinnaminsvga]

🌷 social media au where y/n posts an advertisement looking for a new place to stay that is closer to campus, causing seven upperclassmen to make it their mission to recruit her into their dormitories 🌷

A/N: THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I KINDA RUSHED IT AT THE END BUT HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE?? anyway, yoongi didn’t do anything stupid (depending on your definition of stupid) so no need to worry about him being cringey,,, i spared you all from the secondhand embarrassment but i won’t be so kind next time!! anyway... enjoy || W.C. 3.8K

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By the time Seokjin’s phone begins to ring, Yoongi can already feel the dread settle deep inside his bones. The familiar coil of anxiety tightens around his throat like a vice, and Yoongi has to remember how to breathe to keep himself from fainting like a corseted Victorian lady. 

“Well, that must be her!” Seokjin chimes, promptly declining your call without a glance. Yoongi catches a glimpse of your contact photo anyway: it’s an unflattering angle of you from below your neck, giving the illusion of a multitude of chins. If it were any other time, Yoongi might have smiled like a lovesick fool. 

“Don’t you dare let her in here,” Yoongi seethes. He tries to sound menacing, but the effect is severely diminished by how badly his voice cracks. He tugs at Seokjin by the sleeve, but the older man refuses to budge. “Hyung, I’m serious. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Are you done live-tweeting your confusion now? Finally got the memo? I always knew you were a smart boy,” Seokjin laughs, patting Yoongi on the shoulder with his tomato sauce-covered tongs. “Since we’re on the same page now, why don’t you change clothes while I finish cooking? I know your entire wardrobe is composed of the free t-shirts you got from job fairs, but it would do well to wear a clean, unstained shirt.”

Yoongi swipes at him, hissing like the catboy that he is. “You’re the one who wiped shit on me, asshole. And yes, I figured out what you are trying to do. You think you’re so slick, but I know that you’re just trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N!”

Seokjin shrugs. “It isn’t like I’m trying to be slick. I embarrass you all the time. Besides, I’m setting you up on a date with the love of your life! You should be thanking me, if I’m being honest.”

Yoongi stammers, his jaw dropping in shock. “Love of my–?”

Seokjin waves his tongs in his face, silencing him. “Oh, hush. Don’t even try to hide it, Yoongi. I figured out that you like Y/N. Your weird behavior finally makes sense! After years of you avoiding her, I always thought you were just bad at forming human connections, but turns out you’ve got a gigantic heart boner for my best friend!”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” Yoongi groans, smashing his head against his kitchen counter. He hopes a few brain cells might have died, just so he can stop processing the words coming out of Seokjin’s mouth. “Actually, just please stop talking.”

Seokjin snorts in exasperation as if Yoongi was the dramatic one between them. “Point is, this is a favor that I’ve chosen to grant you from the goodness of my heart! As I said, I’m giving you the love life you deserve! So stop whining and get moving before Y/N gets up here.”

“There isn’t any goodness nor a heart inside of you. And more importantly, when was the last time you did anything for free, you capitalist bastard!”

Seokjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi-chi. You’ve already paid me for my services by offering me front row seats to watch you lose your fucking mind. And that, my friend, is priceless.”

“Aha! So you do admit that this is all just a ploy to humiliate me!” Yoongi shouts. He grabs a knife from his scabbard, pointing it threateningly at Seokjin. He doesn’t even flinch, instead gently guiding Yoongi by the wrist over to the chopping board where he had placed some garlic cloves beforehand. Without prompting, Yoongi’s hand begins to move, his culinary instincts taking over.

“Yes and no,” Seokjin admits as he grabs Yoongi’s cast iron pan from the top shelf (which he has never gotten to use since he bought it, ever since Seokjin had borrowed it once and placed it too high for him to retrieve.) “I’m honestly trying to help you out here, my dude. Besides, even if shit hits the fan, Y/N isn’t gonna think any less of you. She’s too much of an idiot to resent anyone.”

“Speaking from experience?” Yoongi huffs, eyeing him with intense vitriol. “Can’t say I understand how she’s gone this long without killing you.” The next time the two of them are alone together in the wilderness, he can’t promise that his hands won’t find their way around Seokjin’s throat, and it won’t be sexy.

“Hmm. Yeah, definitely,” he says, nodding absentmindedly. As he begins to season the steak, he hands the cast iron pan to Yoongi. “Start preheating this. We need it to be smoking hot before we can place the steak on there.”

“I know how to cook a steak, fucker. And who said you’re allowed to serve my Wagyu steak? I was saving that for a special occasion!”

Seokjin looks up from his ministrations long enough to raise a brow at him. “So going on your first ever date with Y/N isn’t considered a special occasion?”

Yoongi falters, eyes widening. “N-no, that’s not what I mean!” he defends hotly, but he quickly snaps out of it. “Wait, no! This is not a date! Not when both parties did not agree to any of this!”

Seokjin pauses from his cooking to place a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. “I mean, Y/N agreed to it, so are you going to reject her? Huh? Too good for her and my spaghetti?”

Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, she did not agree to this. She doesn’t even know you’re forcing her to eat lunch with me.”

“How can you say that with such certainty?” Seokjin challenges, puffing his cheeks. “You don’t even know what I told her!”

Except I do know what you said, Yoongi thinks darkly to himself. And more importantly, I know what she thinks you were implying. He is pretty sure that the words “crush on him during high school” have seared themselves underneath his eyelids forevermore.

But instead, he says, “Yeah, well. If what you told her is as vague as what you told me, I have a pretty good hunch that this is going to blow up into a huge misunderstanding.”

Like the absolute menace that he is, all Seokjin does is shrug nonchalantly. “Suppose you are right… Who cares? It’s not like the two of you are strangers, so I’m sure this is going to go great!”

“What the fuck? She is a stranger! I’ve literally only spoken two words to her in the past four years!” Yoongi seethes, his temple throbbing from an oncoming migraine. 

Seokjin ignores him, as per his want. “Grab that plate, will you? I gotta plate the pasta before Y/N starts calling again to let her into the building,” he says, nudging the tongs into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi squawks, quickly turning the stove off to keep the food from burning. 

Seokjin tears off his (read: Yoongi’s) apron off, wiping his hands on his jeans with a quick smile. “Great! While you finish up here, I’ll distract Y/N for a bit in my room before I lead her in here, alright? You better hurry unless you want to keep her waiting!”

“Oh, like how you kept her waiting downstairs for the past–” Yoongi checks his wall clock, “–seven minutes?”

Seokjin cackles madly, rushing out the door. “Well, that’s where you and I differ, Yoongi-chi! I give no shits about how Y/N thinks about me, so good luck!” After sending Yoongi three flying kisses for good measure, Seokjin slams the door shut, leaving Yoongi to simmer in his bad life choices.

The worst choice that he’s ever made? Being friends with one (1) Kim Seokjin.

“God, just end me,” Yoongi mutters, placing his $80 steak on his pan. It sizzles deliciously, much like how his (nonexistent) love life is about to get burnt to a crisp.

x x x x x

“Took you long enough.” You watch as Seokjin taunts you with a funny little dance by the lobby of his dormitory, the building receptionist not even batting an eye at his eccentricity. That’s the sad side effect of living in close proximity with Seokjin: you start getting desensitized to most things, not even flinching at the sight of a man without a functioning central nervous system.

Seokjin slides his card to open the door, finally allowing you entry. “Sorry. Got busy preparing your lunch! Which by the way, you should be thanking me for.”

“The moment I thank you for anything is the day that you slip on your own cum and die,” you grouse, nudging past him to get on the elevator first. You punch the button for the 5th floor before rapidly trying to close the elevator door on him. Unfortunately, Seokjin makes it in time before his ass gets clamped by the two steel doors.

“Thinking about my cum? Oh my, Y/N… I know you’ve had a dry spell for too long, but I didn’t think you’d be that desperate for some of my butter,” Seokjin says, leaning closely to wink at you.

Against your will, your cheeks brighten furiously, weakly pushing Seokjin away from you. “You wish. At least I don’t spend my spare time loitering outside the campus gym to ogle all the sweaty hot people.”

“And the invitation to join me still stands by the way!” Seokjin singsongs, leaping out of the elevator once you reach his floor. You walk side by side until you reach his room, but you catch him shooting a furtive glance at his next-door neighbor.

“Is Yoongi joining us for lunch?” you ask, failing to keep your curiosity from showing in your voice. If Yoongi does end up joining you for lunch (which has never happened in the past four years, convincing you that he must have a personal grudge against you), then at least it can confirm to you straight away that whatever this “date” is just another prank by Seokjin. You don’t know if you should be disappointed or grateful if it is just a joke.

Seokjin beams in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You know what? He is going to join us, actually!” 

He had been in the midst of unlocking his dorm when he changes direction, leading you to Yoongi’s door instead. He rifles through his other keys, and you notice one of them looks similar to his own house key, except with a Hello Kitty sticker on it. He pulls that key out and promptly unlocks Yoongi’s door without missing a beat.

What kind of weirdo must Yoongi be to give Seokjin a spare key to his dorm? You’d rather shit out a cactus than let Seokjin have free entry to your home whenever he pleases.

You hesitate by Yoongi’s door, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Um, Seokjin? Are you sure it’s okay for me to–?”

“HONEY I’M HOOOOME!” Seokjin’s loud guffaw cuts you off before you can finish your question. He bursts through the door and leaves you by the hallway, and you watch as he nearly tackles Yoongi to the ground.

Yoongi, despite looking like he’s half the size of Seokjin on a good day, manages to keep upright despite how his back is now bent parallel to the floor. “Get off me!” he yells, roughly pushing Seokjin off of him. 

Seokjin tumbles to the floor, but the shit-eating grin on his face hardly wavers. He points at you by the doorway, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Look, Yoongi-chi! I brought a guest!”

Yoongi spares you half a glance before returning his attention to whatever he was cooking. “I suppose you did.”

Okay, this date is definitely a joke. Why the hell did you even think for a second that Seokjin might have been into you?

“Um,” you stutter nervously. You grind your heel into the carpet self-consciously, your gaze downcast. “Hello, Yoongi. Sorry for the intrusion, by the way…”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi replies, albeit a little curtly. He clears his throat, his face still tilted away from you so you can’t tell if he’s genuinely annoyed or not. 

You point a glare at Seokjin, who looks shamelessly pleased with himself. After taking a deep breath, you take your first steps into Yoongi’s home before gently closing the door.

As you look around at your new surroundings, you notice that his home is a lot cleaner than you would have expected, though you’re not exactly sure what you should have expected in the first place. It’s minimalist, but not in a barren type of way; it’s seems like Yoongi is fond of simple designs more than anything. It’s certainly a nice change of pace compared to Seokjin’s abomination of a room, with his vaguely yellow-stained bedsheets. 

The smell of freshly cooked pasta and meat being grilled catches your senses immediately. You watch as Yoongi flips over a hefty piece of steak, the aroma causing your mouth to salivate instantly. 

“I… What is… Huh?” you start, not knowing what to ask. You catch Seokjin snickering quietly to himself, but promptly shuts up when you mime punching him in the dick.

“It’ll be finished in a second. Why don’t you sit down?” Yoongi announces quietly, his gaze still fixed away from you. Confused but left with no other choice, you tentatively make your way to his couch, unable to relax as your spine remains ramrod straight and your jaw stays clenched. 

You hear Seokjin shuffling behind you until he eventually makes his way to sit with you, plopping onto the couch as if it were his home. “Ah… I’m soooo hungry. Smells good, doesn’t it?” he asks you, his brow wiggling too much to be considered normal. Either that, or he was having a stroke.

“Yeah, it does,” you say, greatly uncomfortable. You peek at Yoongi once more, who is still dutifully attending to the steak. Making sure he isn’t looking, you twist Seokjin by the nipple, causing the elder to let out a high-pitched squeal. To an outsider, it might have almost sounded like he was being pleasured. 

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” Seokjin whines, rubbing his tenderized nipples. 

“You know what that was for,” you hiss, keeping your volume low. “What the hell are we doing here? Why are you making Yoongi cook for us?!”

“For us? It’s for you!” Seokjin snaps back. “Didn’t you say you would only come over if you got fed? Well, this is how you get fed!”

“I was under the assumption that you would be feeding me, not him!” you seethe. You check back on Yoongi, who still hasn’t looked your way once. “The poor boy… No wonder he doesn’t like me! He must think I’m as bad as you!”

Seokjin snorts. “Of course he likes you! This whole lunch date wouldn’t have even fucking happened if he wasn’t assdeep in lo–”

“Lunch is finished,” Yoongi interrupts loudly, his spatula rattling loudly against his pan. The sudden noise makes you jump away from Seokjin, who appears vaguely triumphant. 

“T-thanks,” you stutter, standing up and resisting the random urge to shake his hand. Everything about this situation is so tense and awkward that it feels like you’re being filmed for a prank Youtube video or something. Knowing Seokjin, the odds of that happening are great. 

“That’s my cue to leave then! Bye! You guys have fun!” Seokjin says, jumping to his feet. 

You vaguely hear Yoongi gasp quietly when you launch yourself at Seokjin, just narrowly keeping from escaping. “Oh no, you don’t! Who said you could leave? You’re not going anywhere!”

But like the slippery snake that he is, Seokjin manages to wriggle out of your arms and hop over Yoongi’s coffee table to get to the door. “Too bad! I have classes to get to, so I gotta blast! Use this time to get to know each other or whatever it is that kids do these days,” he says, winking salaciously. With one final sputter of (evil) laughter, Seokjin makes his exit, leaving you and Yoongi to fester in some good ol’ fashioned discomforting silence.

“Um,” you say, just as Yoongi opens his mouth to say something too.

“No, you go first–”

“You go ahead–”

The two of you pause mid-sentence, staring at each other. You grin sheepishly at him, motioning for him to speak first. 

He returns your smile half-heartedly. “So, um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for letting Seokjin rope you into this. I tried stopping him, but… You know how he is.”

You laugh, sounding a little crazed even to your own ears. That’s the longest sentence you’ve ever heard him speak! 

“Yeah, believe me… I am intimately aware of how he is. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t,” you joke. 

Amazingly, your little quip makes his smile widen, his cheeks puffing up imperceptibly. “Glad we can agree that Seokjin has the amazing ability to ruin people’s lives. It’s almost welcoming to find solidarity in a shared experience.”

“Shared experience? Try shared trauma. That dude is a walking serotonin sucker,” you say dryly. 

You don’t think what you said was remotely funny enough to warrant a laugh, but it causes Yoongi to let out a loud snort regardless. But the amusement on his face is short-lived, his cheeks going red in embarrassment. He slaps a hand to his mouth, breaking eye contact once more. “Oh fuck, that was so unflattering,” he groans, clearly mortified.

His blush, multiplied by his shy demeanor, makes you want to coo at him, but you doubt he’d take that too kindly. So instead, you change the subject to save him. “So, uhh… The food? You don’t have to give me any, by the way. I wouldn’t want you to waste your lunch on me or anything.”

Yoongi snaps out of his previous embarrassment, returning to the more familiar stoic expression you’ve come to associate with Yoongi. “No, that’s fine. Seokjin–er, rather… I made enough for two people, so it would be a waste if you didn’t eat at least some of it. But I don’t care either way if you want it or not.”

For two people? you wonder. So Yoongi had known Seokjin wasn’t going to join for lunch?

“Oh, if it’s fine with you…” you trail off, meekly making your way towards him. The spaghetti and steak look absolutely delicious, though you don’t need to tell him that when your stomach speaks for you. “Oh shit, that’s so embarrassing,” you say, your cheeks heating up this time.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet, I assume? That’s pretty stupid if you ask me. Don’t you have class until 5? How the hell would you have survived until then?”

You choke in surprise. Where did all that sass suddenly come from? “Excuse me? I’m not stupid! I would’ve been fine with a sandwich from the cafeteria if you must know!” you say indignantly. You’re too busy being offended that you don’t fully comprehend his words, failing to notice how he had known you had class until 5 in the first place.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Rolling his eyes, Yoongi starts shifting through his cupboards and pulling out a pink tupperware. He begins to load them with food, nearly overflowing the containers with how much he tries to stuff in them.

“H-hey! What are you doing?”

“Packing your lunch. You have class in a bit, yeah? It’s almost 11:50 and it takes around 15 minutes to get to the main campus. You won’t have time to eat here and make it in time,” he says, pointing you with a look. “Wait. Did you have coffee this morning?”

“Yeah? So?” you ask, defensive. “Are you gonna call me stupid again for not having caffeine or something?”

“No,” he grunts. “If you’re caffeinated, then that means it should only take you 7 minutes to get to class.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” you exclaim, but you can’t help letting out an incredulous laugh. “Wow. You’re kinda weird, did you know that?”

“You barely even know me, so how would you know?” he retorts. He finishes placing food into the tupperware and promptly clicks the lid in place. He offers it to you, smirking slightly.

You huff, but your ire is all for show. You aren’t actually annoyed by him–he’s just… different from what you expected. A little shy, a little rough around the edges… but you can tell he isn’t a bad guy. You understand why Seokjin loves to torment him; he seems like a fun person to tease. 

“That can be amended,” you respond, taking the tupperware from him. Your fingers graze the backs of his hand by accident, causing him to quickly retract his hand as though he’d been burned. You nearly drop the container in surprise, but luckily your reflexes save your precious food just in time. 

“Sorry. About… you know.” Yoongi gesticulates wildly, his gaze darting anywhere but at you. 

You smile secretly to yourself, amused. Ah. He’s like a human seesaw. Blushy one second and grumpy the next. “No worries, Yoongi. I’ll be sure to return this container soon, so don’t you worry.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Keep it if you want. I don’t care either way.”

Says the guy who has an entire cupboard full of color coordinating food containers. “Roger that, Yoongi.”

Yoongi walks you out the door, pausing outside the hallway with you. “Do you…” he hesitates, swallowing loudly enough for you to hear. “Do you… want me to walk you out?”

His sudden offer almost makes you want to laugh, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t find it amusing at all. Instead, you just shake your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t get lost. I think I remember where the door is.”

He pouts, his lips jutting out cutely. “Yeah, well. I was just trying to be nice, but you do you.”

You giggle lightly, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You were more than nice,” you say, winking for added effect. It does more than you thought it would, causing Yoongi’s cheeks to bloom once more.

With one last wave, you make your way out of the dormitory, your heart a little lighter than before. 

“Huh. That was weird.” You glance at the pink little tupperware in your hands, its warmth keeping your hands safe from the winter chill. As you walk to class, your thoughts are filled with nothing but a shy boy with soft hands and even softer cheeks. Maybe Tuesday isn’t going to be so bad after all.

[innytoes]

More Triffid AU thoughts because apparently the book stuck with me even though I read it like 15 years ago.

-So Reggie wakes up to his brother screaming that he can’t see, and freaks out, and rushes to get help only to open the door and it’s chaos outside because pretty much EVERYONE can’t see. His parents are gone (or did they even come home?). He does the first thing he can think of: put Stevie on his bike and ride to the Molinas, dodging and serving blind pedestrians along the way.

-The band was supposed to have a Meteor Watch Party, which Reggie missed, but it is very convenient because everyone is already in one place. They quickly piece together what happened, because Reggie (who slept through the meteor shower) is the only one who can see.

-Reggie and Carlos quickly retrofit their zombie apocalypse plans. He feels bad raiding a grocery store, even worse raiding the pharmacy, but Alex needs his inhalers and if this isn’t temporary, things could get very bad very fast.

-He realises this when he’s nearly kidnapped by a cop who can’t see anymore, who tries to hold him at gunpoint and force him to be his guide. (He throws a can of beans at a car, making the alarm go off and distracting the cop, and hightails it out of there, figuring out pretty quickly that letting anyone know he can see is a very, very bad idea.)

-Luke 100% is the first to stop freaking out because they can still play music, right?

-Over the next few weeks, things both get very bad (fires, car accidents, desperate people) and then very quiet. Reggie spends time raiding more stores for supplies (sometimes with the help of Luke or Ray, though he hates the idea of putting Ray in danger when he has kids to worry about).

-He also goes around to all of their family’s houses. His parents are nowhere to be found, but he packs up some stuff for him and Stevie. Tía Victoria isn’t home, and the hospital she works at is such chaos that Reggie quickly flees.

-He never, ever tells Luke what he found on the Patterson’s street. And he makes sure that if they ever regain sight, Luke will never, ever see it either.

-He visits Flynn’s family, and they seem to be doing more alright than the other survivors he’s passed that are still in their homes. Probably because Flynn’s mom has been blind for most of her life already. The first thing Flynn says when she realises Reggie can see is: Reggie, give it to me straight.... does my outfit clash? (And if Reggie has a little hysterical breakdown at that, well, he’s earned it.) Eventually, they all agree to move in together, because it’s safer to stick together.

-Alex’ parents and family aren’t home, but he said to check at the church as well, which he does. He’s surprised to find that there are a number of sighted people at the church, so he lingers at the open door and stares blankly at a spot on the wall and listens to the sermon. When he starts hearing words thrown around like ‘gods will’ and ‘women of breeding age’ and ‘repopulation’, he decides it’s time to get Alex’ sister out of there really fast. He speeds back to the house to get Alex (since he’s not sure if Olivia would come with him if without that).

-When Alex arrives, Reggie carefully leads him to Olivia. Alex tells his folks he’s taking Olivia, and that there isn’t shit they can do about it, because they can’t see. (Olivia is more than happy to go with them if it means not being a baby incubator.) They get out, leaving Alex’ parents behind wondering if Alex can see (he can’t, but with some silent directing by Reggie he could fake it). They did agree beforehand if anything were to happen, Reggie would grab Liv and run.

-100% Alex made sure his parents thought that The Gays were Immune, which probably put a spanner in the whole cult thing the people at the church were trying to set up.

-The amount of anxiety Alex goes through, not only being blind but now being solely responsible for his sister, it’s pretty intense. Especially when you can’t just run away and hide or go for a walk alone to clear your head. There’s a lot of frantic drumming.

-Ray teaches Reggie how to drive, even when blind. He’s mostly working off muscle memory, listening to the sound of the engine, and hoping Reggie’s good enough at steering to not hit anything. They don’t need to go fast, but being able to drive means fewer trips to the supermarket. (Also, when Alex eventually bangs through one of his drums and freaks out, Luke and Reggie go get him a new one. A blind Luke in a music store is a Bad Idea and he’s banned from subsequent trips unless he promises to hold Reggie or Julie’s hand the entire time.)

-Eventually life quiets down, which is both good and horrific if you think about it long enough. They move Flynn’s family into the Molina house. They start checking all the houses and figuring out who is still there, who is gone. Reggie buries more bodies than he cares to remember. But it’s better than his friends tripping over them in the streets.

-Then, the triffids break out of their farms and it’s like the apocalypse all over again.

-After a few years they do have things pretty under control. They’ve fenced off a large part of the neighbourhood. The only other survivor in the fence is an old lady that Reggie goes to check on every day, until he doesn’t have to anymore. She wrote him a note in frightening good penmanship for someone who couldn’t see, that he didn’t need to feel bad, but that her meds ran out a long while ago and she was ready to go meet her husband.

-Every week they patrol the fences and set fire to any mature triffids they find. Who would have thought anyone would trust Luke with a flamethrower, let alone a blind Luke?

-Flynn’s dad used to be an electrician and they rig up some was to get power and collect and purify water.

-The sheer feels of Ray teaching the boys how to shave without being able to see. (Luke complains about having to until Julie is like: no kisses until you get rid of that itchy upper lip. He turns around real fast after that.) 

-Willie was locked in the basement as punishment by his shitty evil foster dad. When Caleb figured out what was going on the next day, and that people who didn’t see the meteors could still see, you better believe he made sure to cuff Willie or tie him up so he couldn’t escape and use him to his advantage.

-Eventually Willie manages to escape, possibly by luring Caleb over a cliff or to a triffid or something.

-Willie settles in to the Molina-Taylor homestead pretty easily. He’s fed properly, they let him skate around the abandoned streets, Carlos even helps him build a ramp. He can see Reggie is nearing a breaking point and takes over some of his tasks.

-Every evening Reggie helps Flynn find the clothes she wants to wear. When Willie comes back with clothes from his raiding-outside-the-neighbourhood trips, he always makes sure to describe them to Flynn in detail so she knows what she’s wearing. He gets her the most fashionable clothes he can find.

-Don’t think about Ray getting sick and getting a fever, and Reggie insisting he’ll stay up with him because he’s the only one who can read the thermostat (besides Willie, who was out all day trying to find meds and is exhausted.) Don’t think about people trying to tell him they’ll just wake him for the reading and he’s already doing so much.

-Don’t think about Reggie shouting ‘He’s my dad too!’ at Julie before immediately apologising, because of the yelling, because of course it’s not the same and he isn’t really...

-And Julie just hugs him and tells him of course Ray is his dad too, but he’s stretching himself too thin. They compromise, Reggie will stay with him until his fever breaks.

-As the teens grow into adults, there are some very serious talks about Privacy. It starts with rotating who gets to sleep out in the studio. Eventually, Julie and Luke move into the house next door, possibly with Flynn (and a good pair of earplugs). They tear down the fence between the two properties for easy acces. Maybe even build a tunnel connecting the two.

-Mr and Mrs Taylor across the street. They’d move back to their house, but it’s too far down the block to be safe. Still, everyone spends a few days moving around furniture to get the house to their liking.

-Alex, Reggie and Willie don’t move out, though they might move into the studio loft. Sometimes when needed, Reggie or Willie will sleep over at one of the other houses. But Alex is way too anxious to learn a whole new layout of a whole new house, and he doesn’t want to leave Liv alone, even though tells Alex it’s fiiine, she’s practically an adult now, Lex. (”You are sixteen! That is not an adult! I don’t care if it is the apocalypse!”)

-After the first successful beach trip, they maybe take a few more in larger groups. Not too often that it becomes a routine, because leaving their home defenseless is a bad idea. But for very special occasions, they do.

-It is a very awkward conversation when Julie is like: hey Reggie can you do me a favour and tell me if this has one line or two lines? Yeah thanks that’s what I thought so anyway I’m pregnant. And Reggie is like WHY DID YOU JUST SHOVE SOMETHING YOU PEED ON AT MY FACE before realising what this means and then he’s ecstatic and calling dibs on godfather and second-coolest uncle (after Carlos of course.)

-Luke and Julie 100% had a discussion where the went back and forth between ‘should I take a pregnancy test and ask Reggie or Willie’ vs ‘do we just not say anything and hope nobody bumps into Julie until Reggie or Willie very awkwardly brings up her giant stomach’ but in the end they decided they probably needed to tell people because of the whole ‘eating for two’ and ‘Willie can you please go and steal some pregnancy vitamins’ thing.

-They all live happily ever after except for the whole triffid apocalypse thing.

[best-funeral-ever]

If you’re taking TUA requests would you considering writing something where Luther has a cold and his siblings (or maybe Sloane?) look after him? Just something nice and sweet uwu🥺 or angsty works if that’s your vibe~

Luther gets a cold [various/platonic]

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting, I'm sorry this took me a few days I'm recovering from the flu.

I wanted to do Sloane but I unfortunately don't know enough about her character (I'm watching S3 with my dad and we're only up to Episode 3) :(

I hope this is good enough, and thank you again for requesting!! 💛

Rated: M (Small Mature Themes)

Triggers: Sickness? Implied intoxicated Klaus

Synopsis: Number 1 of the Umbrella Academy gets sick and consequentially bedridden? How would the rest of the Academy handle the situation as individuals? Written in a setting where they live together in the house (probably S1 without so much apocalypse rush?); NOT MEANT TO INTERTWINE WITH THE PLOT

Let's be real.

Luther gets a cold? He can handle it, he's fine, he doesn't need help, he's been sick before, and he doesn't want his siblings to help him in any way or be helpful

(he is lying on all of the above)

We'll review each sibling down the number line and start with everyone's favourite boar headed mama's boy.

Diego I feel like would know before Luther knows that he's sick (or getting sick)

He goes out and buys some cold and flu medication, "just to restock", and hides it in Luther's bedside drawers when Luther's out and about

This is the most he does, because he knows his brother, even though he's stupid as hell sometimes, can handle a cold

(he will be significantly more tolerable during this time, Klaus absolutely bullies him about it in a fond, Klaus kinda way)

Now, Allison. Allison, Allison, Allison.

Allison (a weird word now that I've typed it 5 times in a row) is of course very attentive. She also picks up on Diego's behaviour.

She, unlike Klaus, isn't a dickhead, so she smiles to herself about it and nothing more

She will be the one who checks in every few hours and makes sure that Luther's taking his meds and staying in bed

"Luther, I don't care that you think you're fine, you are not moving."

"What? Why?"

"You're sick???? You're contagious- Luther stop trying to get out of bed stop it"

"Allison, I'm fine, really"

Luther proceeded to cough so bad he doubled over, and Allison promptly pushed him back onto the bed and tucked him in with a little less patience than she had before

She knows this contact will definitely make her sick later, but she cares about Luther more, and future Allison will know not to repeat his mistakes

On to number 4, my personal bias

Klaus is a dick yes? We all know this?

Good, good, just making sure :)

He will be the person to also check in every few hours; he somehow accidentally falls perfectly in line with Allison's routine, so they swap out so efficiently Luther thinks they've coordinated it beforehand

("You think I planned this? Oh you silly little big boy.")

Klaus will try his best to keep Luther entertained but let's be honest here

It just makes Luther wish his meds had melatonin. And that he'd taken double the amount.

He will go on for actual hours about random shit he's seen, will laugh at his own jokes constantly

I'm placing this in S1 sort of time period so he's sober but barely and Ben is also there

Klaus will randomly adjust stuff on Luther's bed to make him more comfortable, like fluffing up couch pillows and readjusting his blankets

"Klaus, how do you know how to do all this?"

Klaus takes all the credit in a panic, not wanting Luther to be all grumpy when he says Ben's being a control freak

Ben looks very exasperated at having credit, like always, being taken from him and given to Klaus

But, Ben thinks to himself, at least his brothers aren't screaming at eachother.

Five is cynical. That's his nature. He's a grown man who has to relive puberty and the general public; he's not happy

That doesn't stop him from wanting to help his brother, even if he's pea brained

He will adjust his med dosages based on his body and tolerance so that they actually work

He'll do the dumb little math to make sure his brother can get his coughing under control - he's starting to think the walls will start crashing down if his elephant coughs keep ringing out through the house

He will also elect himself as volume control. He's very respectful, very calm and polite—

*SLAM* "FIVE IM SO GLAD I FOUND YOU I HAD SUCH A WILD FREAKIN NIGHT MAN—"

Klaus is promptly teleported onto the porch in the rain by a very pissed off Five who was supervising Luther for the night

"You idiot! Your brother is sick and trying to get better in there! For once in your pathetic life will you just. stop. talking!?"

"Okay okay okay okay can we go back inside now it's cold :("

Five warps them both back inside

Klaus doesn't interrupt him or Luther's sleep for the rest of the period

Five is vv protective in his own, violently dysfunctional way

Victor is probably the most awkward about the situation

He's been sick, obviously, and he knows Luther can get sick, obviously

He just can't wrap his head around how he's able to help

He's by far the most quiet and mellow visitor that Luther could have that isn't boring (Pogo)

Usually, Victor will just talk to his brother about whatever either of them can think of

A lot of apologies come from both ends because they're both just two awkward brothers trying really hard to bond

In a way, it's nice, because they learn a lot about eachother this way

Luther learns how Victor realised he was transgender and learns what exactly that means going forward (pronouns, medicals, etc.)

Victor learns how Luther truly felt about being "Number 1" and how much pressure he feels to fit that name

"I never realised how difficult it was for you to just be yourself," is the mutual thought that they voice

it's met with obvious, joined laughter, because of course the other has no idea what it's like, but then there's an understanding

When Luther finally does get better, it's easy to see that he and his siblings are all a little closer; between having to co-ordinate with eachother and work together to tend to their brother and having to keep arguments slim "because it'll fuck up the healing process", they've all grown closer and more understanding of eachother

It's something they're sure their father would've resented seeing.